#Anyway yes this was going to be a bigger drawing but sorry guys I ran out of art juice and it would never be finished so I had to crop it

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Fashionably late as always... But happy birthday king

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri fire emblem #fe3h dimitri #fe16 dimitri #blue lions #fe風花雪月 #fe3h fanart #Happy late birthday Mimi and thank you for helping me survive this absolute doozy of a year #I will be hyperfixated on you for the following couple of years probably #Anyway yes this was going to be a bigger drawing but sorry guys I ran out of art juice and it would never be finished so I had to crop it

[soft-angelic-kiss]

We’re all  a little bit crazy (5)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 5 trigger warnings- Y/N gets into a small fight, mentions of taking pills, the use of the word psycho and mentions of suicide// lemme know if i missed anything

if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here    

 chapter two here  

chapter three here 

chapter four here

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He woke up again on a plush bed after sleeping comfortably, his cheek slightly bruised and a dull pain running through it, he placed his hand on it and nothing felt swollen which was a very good sign. He let out a sigh and moved up to his elbows so he could look around. 

It was different from all the other rooms he’d been in, It had more color, drawings all the walls.. Comfort stuffed animals they sometimes give you at the hospital even bigger stuffed animals.. The room was comfortable.. 

He finally looked next to him and on the floor was Y/N, who was listening to music occasionally flinching from the headphones as she colored in a little book. He didn’t wanna disrupt the girl, so he sat up and carefully grabbed his clipboard looking for her file… 

 F I L E   4

(Patient Name) Y/N Yagi  (Patient #437)

 (Date admitted) 8-3-2009

 (Patient age) 19

 (Patient disorder)  Anxiety, Severe Depression, Sensory Overloading issues, and short temper, but never escalates, ADHD, PTSD, Anorexia, self harm and suicidal thoughts

(History/cause)  When she was 4 her family home went up in flames causing the death of her father (Okorashi) and older brother (Ekai) Which gave her an extreme fear of explosions and loud noises. From the ages of 4-7 her mother became an addict and an alcoholic. She took up abusive habits that left a few horrific scars on her body. When she was 7 her mother finally passed from an overdose that caused her uncle to have to take her in, He’s a kind man and treats her kindly, He sent them here in hopes of making her better, and more ready to come home. He visits often.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). If she gets sensory overwhelmed she tends to scream, hot, kick and cry. They find comfort in the other patients, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and the boys downstairs. She tends to stick her nails into the skin of whoever grabs her, she needs to be sedated if she has a breakdown. 

(Danger level) 9/10

Izuku raised an eyebrow, the description of the person sitting down in front of him.He felt like it didn’t match her at all. He decided to take a gentle approach to greeting Y/N to make sure she didn’t have an “episode” as the paper put it. 

He gently swung his feet over the side and crouched down hoping to get into her sightline. He crawled to sit in front of her placing his hands on the floor in front of her coloring book. 

Y/N looked up, slightly startled but then took her headphones off, the change causing her head to spasm backwards before resuming her normal position. “Hi!” They smiled, placing her hands on the coloring book in front of Izuku’s. “Hi, Y/N right?” He spoke calmly, not wanting to put off the human infront of him. “Yeah! And you are...Izuku? Midoryia?” She tilted her head curiously and smiled, pumping a fist into the air when Midoryia nodded a smile being brought to his own lips. He was absolutely hooked by Y/N. Their backstory, their personality, they were such an interesting person and he couldn’t wait to learn more. 

“Yeah. You got it right, good job.” he chuckled when her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment from his praise. Izuku chuckled again and leaned forward slightly and watched as Y/N leaned back. 

Izuku shook his hands carefully and leaned back “Is this more comfortable?” Y/N nodded and smiled softly leaning forward again to resume coloring. Izuku smiled and decided to just watch her for a few moments.

The two hung out not moving position for at least half an hour, until Y/N looked towards the door and started cowering when the door opened and the men in white stood there with a medical tray full of many medical instruments he'd never seen before. 

Y/N jumped to their feet and tried to hide behind Izuku as one of them said “Y/N, Please I don’t want to have to repeat what happened yesterday.” He went to reach for her but she smacked his hand and continued standing behind Midoryia who was eyeing the men with a suspicious look. 

The blonde one who had spoke already finally went to grab them only to have his hands smacked away, but instead of a hand, he felt a clipboard against his wrist as he cried out “what THE-” the man went to hit Izuku but the greenette had blocked his second hit as well 

“She’s scared. I’m going to have to ask you to leave because you are not helping.” Izuku’s tone held dominance and authority as the man scoffed “Oh really?-” His words were cut short as Y/N lept towards him and started hitting him. 

she had gotten a few punches in before Izuku had interfered and pulled her back and away from him holding them, they cling to him. “She’s just psycho-” he started again but was cut off by Midoryia straight up shoving him out of the door 

Midoryia had shut the door and looked at the medical supplies and then at Y/N who was back on their bed. Midoryia hummed softly looking at them with a soft but concerned gazed “Are you alright?” They nodded timidly “U-um.. yeah, i think..” 

They kept eyeing the cart and rubbing their arms. Izuku was angry beyond belief but kept his cool for Y/N. “Do you know what these are?” he asked as he walked over to the cart. Y/N nodded “Those are what the use to sedate me and give me my medications..” Izuku nodded and looked at the cart, it had 4 different pills, a tiny box of apple juice and a needle filled with a liquid. He picked up the needle and watched Y/N flinch back 

Izuku shook his head “No, no.. i’m gonna dispose of it, not use it okay?” He went and wrapped it up throwing it in the hazard trash can in the bathroom coming back out looking at the cart. 

“Okay, do you have an order you need to take them in or can you just take them one at a time?” 

Y/N looked confused as they stood up walking to Izuku and the cart “I c-can just take them.. why are you helping? aren’t you supposed to..” 

Izuku shook his head “So far all of you have said that… No, i’m not supposed to be mean, i’m supposed to help you get better so can you take..” he handed Y/N two of the four pills and handed her the apple juice “these and then the other ones?” he smiled

Y/N nodded and took the two and then waited 30 seconds before taking the other two. Izuku nodded and smiled “Thank you.. Now I believe” He stopped and checked his watch “It’s almost dinner time, If you want you can go head down to the cafeteria?” He smiled at her

Y/N thought for a moment “Will you come eat with me?” She tapped her foot on the ground and looked away as Izuku chuckled

 “It’s not my dinner break,” Y/N had frowned and got ready to ask again.

“but I’ll still come sit with you?” Izuku smiled when Y/N’s face lit up 

Y/N gave a big smile and nodded “Okay!” they had opened the door and ran out with an excited yell of “KATSU! TODO! SHIN!” as she catapulted herself into the boys arms as they hugged her back. 

“Why don’t you go to the cafeteria and We’ll be right behind you okay?” Shinsou spoke caring and calmly and all three boys had a quirk of a smile as she smiled and ran off down the halls “GOT IT!” you could hear their laughter as they went down the stairs with a much kinder doctor.

As Izuku walked out of the door locking it behind him he was quickly met with the three faces he’s seen previously looking at him with glares. He gulped before speaking in a meek voice “Y-yes?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow and scoffed before nodding at him “Not a bad idiot.” and the other two nodding in agreement before the bell above them rang for dinner.

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a/n: I’m so sorry for getting this out so late! I’ve been very busy recently and I’ve been preparing for BIG things in my personal life so chapters may be extremely short or non existent. I also didn’t plan to have so many supporters for this series so i didn’t really have a clue what to do with the story. I still don’t. I have one more chapter ready in my head but after that I’m not sure where this series will go. Anyways, as usual I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to reblog, like or say something in my inbox! I’m open to writing one shots if you guys are interested, I was thinking about writing one shots instead of continuing with actual chapters after chapter 6 

#therapist izuku #patient todoroki #patient shinsou #patient bakugou #Shinbaku #katsuki bakugou #bakugouxreader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsouxreader #shinsou headcanons #todorokixreader #todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya #todoroki x bakugou x shinsou x reader x izuku #shindeku #shinsou x reader

[vincememes]

banana fish starters

WARNINGS: IMPLIED SA, VIOLENCE MENT, DRUGS MENT spoiler warning .    to make it less long, the rest is under a cut.

feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !

ASH LYNX

❛   even if i did know something, what good would it do?  ❜  

❛   even a stupid street punk like me knows that  ❜  

❛   i envy you … being able to jump like that.  ❜  

❛   what could be more relaxing than three days away from these guys?  ❜  

❛   i wish i could hate you. i need someone to hate.  ❜  

❛   someone is dead. not that you’d give a damn one way or the other.  ❜  

❛   treating him like you’re giving the pope a bath isn’t going to help.  ❜  

❛   aren’t there any decent parents in this world?  ❜  

❛   that guy always regarded me as a human being with a real heart, not some sort of tool.  ❜  

❛   this little act of charity, you’re going to regret this.  ❜  

❛   i tried to forget.  ❜  

❛   stay with me... i won’t ask "forever". just for now.  ❜  

❛   well, i already know you’re a sick man.  ❜  

❛   ready to lose your life over a pizza?  ❜  

❛   my name... has become the signal for a massacre.  ❜  

❛   what on earth... have i become?  ❜  

❛   what do you think i am...? i’m a murderer... okay?  ❜  

❛   i told you before. i kill people.  ❜

❛   they paid the price for their decisions— that’s all.  ❜  

❛   what the hell do you know?!  ❜  

❛   let‘s say i am ‘exceptional’. the problem is, i never, ever, my whole life wanted to be.  ❜  

❛   you said i am not like ordinary people.  ❜  

❛   there’ve been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead.  ❜  

❛   that nothing could be worse than what was happening to me right then.  ❜  

❛   at times like that...death looks sweet and peaceful, and unbearably enticing.  ❜  

❛   war is always good business for those in power.  ❜  

❛   sorry to destroy your youthful innocence.  ❜  

❛   you have any idea what those guys made us do?  ❜  

❛   don’t tell me you still believe the pen is mightier than the sword.  ❜  

❛   if you ask me, the white house can go screw itself.  ❜  

❛   i wonder if i’m dying somewhere.  ❜  

❛   i wasn’t expecting the law to protect me.  ❜  

❛   i’ve ignored it all my life... i sure as hell don’t plan on hiding behind it now.  ❜  

❛   just keep them away from me— please!  ❜

❛   this town’s my backyard, remember?  ❜  

❛   sunrise and sunset are about the only times this junkyard of a city looks good.  ❜  

❛   even if i said no, you wouldn’t go back anyway.  ❜  

❛   if you went home i’d probably worry if something happened to you.  ❜  

❛   so it’s better you’re right here, where i can keep an eye on you  ❜  

❛   some people never change.  ❜  

❛   vulture got together with the viper. you make a great pair.  ❜  

❛   why now after all this time— does it have to be you, of all people...?  ❜  

❛   i don’t stand a chance. i’m dust against him.  ❜  

❛   over my dead body. if anybody hurts you... it’ll be over my dead body—  ❜  

❛   i don’t care who it is. i am not letting anybody hurt you.  ❜  

❛   do i scare you?  ❜  

❛   dont give me your stupid advice.  ❜  

❛   i’m happy, goddammit!    ❜  

❛   i know there’s at least one person in this world who cares about me. who doesn’t want anything from me.  ❜  

❛   do you have any idea what that’s like? i never did... not once in my entire life—until now.  ❜  

❛   and that’s worth more to me than anything else.  ❜  

❛   go back home! don’t look at me!  ❜  

❛   i don’t want you seeing me like this!  ❜  

❛   my hands are dirty with other people's blood.  ❜  

❛   i don't even know how many people i've killed.  ❜  

❛   i'm bad news.  ❜  

❛   i wish i could’ve been like you.  ❜  

❛   it’s just that… i always picture the worst-case scenario, that’s all.  ❜  

❛   guess it’s because i’m a coward.  ❜  

❛   i just can’t relax. it’s turned into a habit.  ❜  

❛   i was so scared i couldn’t speak, i couldn’t cry, and i screamed in my head, but... nothing came out.   ❜

EIJI OKUMURA

❛   if i ever lose you too... i'll go crazy.  ❜  

❛   come back safely. i'll be waiting for you, forever.  ❜  

❛   if you feel responsible, the same goes for me.  ❜  

❛  my words might not mean anything now, but just remember one thing.  ❜  

❛   even if the world turns on you, i'll always be on your side.  ❜  

❛   humans can change their destiny.  ❜  

❛   if i'm going to die anyways, at least i'll die trying!  ❜  

❛   don't apologize. that's something for people like me to do.  ❜  

❛   i'd do anything for you.  ❜  

❛   i know we'll meet again, no matter how far apart we are.  ❜  

❛   you're the greatest friend i'll ever have.  ❜  

❛   you're not alone. i'm by your side. my soul is always with you.  ❜  

❛   you asked me over and over if you scared me. but i never feared you. not once.  ❜  

❛   i'm really glad i came here.  ❜  

❛   i met lots of people. and more than anything, i met you.  ❜  

❛   that’s when i decided. i would always believe in you, no matter what.  ❜  

❛   no matter what happened, he would always have at least one person...  ❜

❛   i am very worried because i haven’t seen you and i don’t know if you are okay.  ❜  

❛   but so what? we are friends. isn’t that enough? what else do we need?  ❜  

❛   actually, i always felt that you are hurt, much more than me - that your spirit is wounded.  ❜  

❛   i know you are much smarter than me, and bigger, and stronger - but even so.. i always wanted to protect you.  ❜  

❛   but what did i want to protect you from?  ❜  

❛    i think i wanted to protect you from your future.  ❜  

❛   because your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood.  ❜  

❛   but i’m not saying “goodbye” to you... because this isn’t goodbye.  ❜

❛   are you going off on your own again?  ❜

❛   somewhere far away.. without a word?  ❜

❛   i want to see you. i wish i was with you right now.  ❜ 

YUT-LUNG

❛   a bloody history is inevitable when you are the one ruling.  ❜  

❛   what's wrong? you hated him, right? guess what? so do i.  ❜  

❛   no need to glare. i won't eat you up.  ❜  

❛   there's nothing you can do to help.  ❜  

❛   and what can you do to help?  ❜  

❛   you really irritate me.  ❜  

❛   you make people want to protect you or make them want to tear you apart and crush you.  ❜  

❛   so, what to do with you now.  ❜  

❛   i heard you tried to escape again. you have some spunk.  ❜  

❛   we have hired him, his target is your friend.  ❜  

❛   i have other things for you to do for me.  ❜  

❛   we still have two more scorpions.  ❜  

❛   i am a monster, too.  ❜  

❛   i'm not hearing any good news.  ❜  

❛   you become all tame when you’re around them.  ❜  

❛   you’ve degraded from a lone lynx to a content pet cat.  ❜  

❛   depending on your answer, i may not forgive you.  ❜

OTHER CHARACTERS (shorter, max, sing, shunichi, etc.)

❛   his face when he laughed was cute, and childlike, and totally angelic.  ❜  

❛   it's my problem too! if you go alone, you'll just be killed.  ❜  

❛   you'll die for nothing!  ❜  

❛   i won't let you go alone.  ❜  

❛   i'm sorry, but believe me when i say this: i'll die before i let them lay a finger on you.  ❜  

❛   i can't anymore. set me free. i'm in so much pain.  ❜

 ❛   we need to stay apart so at least one of us survives  ❜   

❛   if the former boss gets hit then it's the duty of the new boss to make the drop.  ❜   

❛   if we don't fight back now, we'll forever be expendable tools. ❜  

❛   you asked me to look after them.  ❜  

❛   yes, honey.    ❜  

❛   that’s for you to decide for yourself..  ❜  

❛   what’s wrong? you can’t punch me from that far back.  ❜  

❛   this will be the last time i give you a word of advice.  ❜  

❛   time is an ironic thing. for us, it means to age. but for people like him, it means to grow.  ❜  

❛   i love all women. they're beautiful and strong. like life itself.  ❜  

❛   it would only be making another one of us. ❜  

❛   one more wretched being, unloved and unloving, whose only sustenance is hatred and nihilism.  ❜  

❛   don’t fight your memories, cuz you’re never going to win.  ❜  

❛   i guess home isn’t something you want to remember if you ran away from it.  ❜  

❛   in one second i knew he could read everything on my mind.  ❜  

❛   i wondered when this boy had started to watch out for his soul, then i knew how much he had suffered.  ❜  

❛   you are the most beautiful and the most dangerous, of all the beasts i have ever known.  ❜  

❛   rather than hate and be triumphant, you chose to love and be destroyed.  ❜  

❛   i staked my life on that choice. please try to accept it.  ❜  

❛   one who does not love cannot be loved, either.  ❜  

❛   you at the very least knows what it is to love.  ❜  

❛   how can you expect someone who suffered so much to have any respect for authority? ❜  

❛   fine line between offender and victim it’s hard to know where to draw it.  ❜  

❛   there’s something about you that i just can’t hate.  ❜  

❛   'cause you’re hurt your soul’s bleeding-even now.  ❜  

❛   you’re just like me that way.  ❜

#rp starters #rp starter meme #s;; banana fish #banana fish rp meme #inbox starters #ask meme #rp ask meme #ask prompt #prompt starters #meme prompt #askbox meme #rp meme #i may have missed some good quotes i'm sorry

[i-cant-sing]

Okay, Moon anon was able to contact me and I'm gonna post their chapters 3-6 here.

Daniel and YN 3 🌗🌗

Rainy days are crazy. Some of YN’s best and worst memories were on a rainy day. It was a rainy day when Daniel was born. His parents overjoyed when he decided to join the world early. The Sunny morning turned rainy when they saw something was wrong. The sky was so dark when the doctored explained that their baby didn’t get enough oxygen in the womb or when he came out. That his brain was impacted by the trauma. It took four years for Daniel’s mother to stop blaming herself, four years for her to understand that she couldn’t have known that something was wrong in her womb. Four years when they had their second child. It was a rainy day when YN and Daniel got lost. Holding each other’s hand, tightly they wandered the Kamino Ward. Hoping that their parents would be right down an alley or around the corner. That was a terrible 6th birthday for YN. The steps Daniel left in the dirt started to get deeper and more burnt. The boy slightly started to tremble. “Daniel.. it’s gonna be ok. Momma and Pop are going to find us we just have to-“ “Are you two lost?” A very tall man in a black suit asked. YN couldn’t remember his face, but his voice was eerily calm and smoothe. His head had snow white hair on it. A look at him would’ve left even the hero All Might scared. “ye…Yes. My brother and I can’t find our parents..” “Oh dear. Well I can help you. They couldn’t have gotten far.” He held his hand to Daniel. And he almost took it had YN not stepped in. “We’re not supposed to touch strangers.” “Oh yes, that’s a very good rule. Well my name is.. Shigaraki. Now what are yours?” “…yn.. and daniel..” “Now we aren’t strangers. Let’s get you two somewhere safe. Your brother’s quirk might level the neighborho-“ “YN! DANIEL!” The relieved voice of their father shouted out. And the two quickly turned away, toward his calls and open arms. Tears running down their faces, swearing to never wander off again. The day was saved. When YN went to turn to Mr Shigaraki to tell him it was fine, he had disappeared into the crowd. But one question lingered in her head. How did he know Daniel’s quirk could be dangerous? It was a sunny day at first when YN and Daniel went out to the park for their Day out. YN had already planned to tell her parents that she wanted to come back here for her 12th birthday in a few months. Daniel kept over-stimulating himself with every single thing that caught his eyes. The anthill, the trees, the way the wind carried the leaves, when he and YN jumped around over the hopscotch drawings. When the rain came down they didn’t want to leave. They wanted to splash in the wetness like a couple of ducks. But Momma was insistent it was time to go back to the apartment. Inside the car YN immediately put on her headphones to listen to nightcore covers of popular songs. It wasn’t until she noticed her mom’s terrified expression and felt her dad’s fear did she take them off. “-I DONT KNOW ITS NOT BREAKING!” “WE’RE GOING RIGHT INTO TRAFFIC! DO SOMETHING!” “..momma?..” “DANIEL! YN GET DOWN!” That was the last thing her mother said to her. The rain hit the car harder. Daniel was quick to cover his little sister as the car swerved towards a large truck. YN felt her brother shield over their bodies. The last thing she heard from her father was a yell. Before they crashed into the truck. Before YN and Daniel were flung out into the side of the road. Scratches beginning to litter their arms and cheeks. YN felt the rain on her face as she tried looking up. Tried finding her parents. It was a rainy day when the last image of her parents was the crushed front end of the car. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN 4 🌗🌗

The incident at the cafe left a bigger mess then was intended. Of course the waitress didn’t say a word about who caused the mess, still terrified of the threat, but the manager still called the police. At the moment it was being investigated as a break in. It wasn’t until they started to bag the broken vases as evidence did they think to call a hero as they believed this was a terrorist villain trying to strike more fear. When the first cop touch the broken vases he immediately fell over and started seizing. Like someone had sent hundreds of volts up through his gloved fingers and into his blood stream. The second cop tried picking up the glass with prongs so that she wouldn’t get the same effect. But she still felt some pain and volts. Even the glass windows were giving off static. When they were examined no one could find a point of impact. It was almost like they spontaneously exploded. Worse and more confusing yet was the fact that the material seemed to give off radiation spikes. From a computer screen image, it was like a red glow was emanated from the glass. When the police tried to check the cameras, all the footage was either ruined, too melted to gather anything. It left them in a stump. So they had to make a plea to the hero society to get fresh eyes and help on the case. Not expecting any big response. Some heroes wanted to solve the mystery because it stumped them as well. This quirk residue was something unseen before. Calls and emails were left. All saying they would look into it. And it seemed like this would just be a mysterious case left forgotten. That is until the All Might showed up in the station one morning. Along with his protege Deku. They said they wanted to solve the case because if this person left such a dangerous residue after using their quirk, then they were a danger to themselves and others. No on saw the real intentions in their eyes. When they asked about the only other patron in the cafe the police said that they tried tracking them down, but they were gone into the wind. The only other patron at the cafe made their way into a compound. Holding treats meant for a little girl. But first he had to make a stop at his boss’s office. “Hey.. Kai. You won’t believe what Just saw.” Meanwhile in the station two separate rats made calls to two separate people. “Put me through to Shigaraki…. Hello. I have something interesting to tell you. Something that might please you and your Sensei.” “Oh hey there Aizawa. Detective Tsukauchi here. Look I you know about that cafe destruction a week ago? Yea well I think you outta here about this.” Indeed the cafe incident left a bigger mess than intended. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 5 🌗🌗

They’d been gone for at least two months. YN’s feet hurt and Daniel missed his own bed. But they had to keep going, with no intended final destination but a goal to keep away from the previous home they ran from. After the morning at the cafe, YN and Daniel had kept to the shadows for the rest of the day. But they couldn’t keep going like this. They needed to eat today but not at a restaurant. There was only one dreaded… dreaded option. The grocery store. So after they checked in at the latest motel with kitchens in the rooms, the siblings ventured off to the store.YN couldn’t leave Daniel alone yet. He’d panic and probably have a fit. The store was minimally packed. Since it was still early in the day it seemed like they would zip in and out with relative ease. After grabbing the bare essentials, and what she could pack in a backpack without much drag, it was time to go to the candy aisle. It was a long journey thus far, a journey deserving of some sour candies. But of course there had to be another person there. Invading space and looking right at her favorites. She wanted to just grab and go. But her hand and the stranger's hand touched as they reached for the same one. “Sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going heh..” The tall redhead said. A small blush on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s fine. Lemme just grab and go here.” She looked back for Daniel, luckily he was close by staring at the varieties of pocky they had. Turning back she noticed his uniform. UA, that might prove to be a complication. But YN was desperate for some kind words and a brief moment to talk to someone her own age. “So you go to UA? Are you a general student or a hero course student?” “Oh hero course definitely! I even have my hero name chosen!” “Wow that’s great. I hope in a few years I get to be saved by…?” “Red Riot!” “Like Crimson Riot?” “Exactly! I really admire him and I hope I live up to his-“ “OI SH**TY HAIR! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE! GRAB YOUR CRAP AND LET’S GO!” A blonde kid shouted down the aisle, also wearing a UA outfit. YN couldn’t place why but she felt like she’d known him before. That volume felt very familiar, but it startled her brother who jumped in fear causing the pocky he saw to fall off the shelving. Time to go now. “I should go anyway. It was nice meeting you.” “Wait, we could walk you and your brother to your school if you guys want?” “We have to go.” The blonde got closer and she could tell something was perpetually up his ass. “Bye.” “Wait! My name’s Eijiro Kirishima. What’s yours?” “YN. Just YN. That’s my brother Daniel.” And before he or his companion could ask anything else the two siblings fast walked toward the checkout and were out the door before they got another chance to talk to them. “YN… huh she was pretty cool right bakubro!” “What ever. Let’s get going before we show up after Deku.” But that name was familiar to him. The girl had long since faded from his mind, but how could anyone forget the day when a quirkless kid tried bashing your head into the dirt. He planned on apologizing the next day for his comments but she was gone. Gone and almost forgotten. It could be possible that this was just someone who shared the same name. But maybe.. possibly.. the universe was giving him the chance to apologize. “YN.” 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 6 🌗🌗

YN never really liked her neighbors. She never outright loathed them, but she was uncomfortable with how Inko kept trying to be her mother, and how Izuku had this strange obsessive stare when he looked at her. As long as they stayed in their apartment and never bothered them it would all be fine. But their parents couldn’t watch them all the time. So on days when momma and pop went out Miss Midoryia would graciously watch them. YN never liked pity. So when Miss Midoryia tried to pity and feel sorry about YN’s quirkless status, that just made her dig her heels in longer. She didn’t need people to fuss over her like she was a glass doll. At least with Izuku she could’ve had a companion. She did try to get along with him. But he was so weird. Just because they both were quirkless didn’t mean they’d would be close. “So why are you homeschooled?” “I get into fights.” “Why?” “Because people are mean and they think they’ll have no consequences to their words. I proved them wrong.” “Were they mean because you’re quirkless or because Daniel is… different?” Now obviously he didn’t mean any harm by that. But an emotional 10 year old girl is not someone to mess with. So with a sharp glare to his face the conversation quickly died. In the dining room, Daniel would usually be coloring. Or playing with his legos. Something to stim and distract his mind. Sometimes he’d just pull out a old painting his dad got him, and he’d spend hours looking at the strokes and would mentally add a new feature. Twirling the hair on his head whilst sucking/biting his thumb. “Daniel? Would you like some water?” “No miss. I want momma.” “I know sweetie but she won’t be gone forever. And you call me Inko” Though she’d prefer him to call her something more affectionate. Throughout the night Inko kept trying to mother them. She hovered over YN’s neck and tried petting her head which resulted in a swipe from the little girl. By the time YN’s parents got back, she was relieved and spent the rest of the night complaining to her mom about how she didn’t want to go over to the neighbors anymore and how she felt uncomfortable. Across the hall the two greenettes were enamored with the two kids. Inko adored how sweet Daniel was, how shy he looked to her. Izuku was star struck at this girl without a quirk who was so quick to fight against the norms put in place by a society against them. They'd soon make it a habit to try to talk to the family in the hall, or bump into them on the street. One day, after the family had been gone for a couple weeks, they saw the two with several police officers and a social worker packing away all their belongings. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something terrible had happened. When Inko offered to watch them, the social worker confirmed the worst and took the children away. Three weeks later, as her son was at school Inko kept trying to find the legal way for her to gain custody of the kids when her door was knocked. Her husband, AFO, on the other side. She tried telling him to go away. Tried saying that he had no part in Izuku’s life anymore. But he had a bigger role than known. “How can you be so cruel my love? Especially now that I’ve opened the door for you to gain what you want?” “What do you mean?” “I’ll help you gain custody of the two children you are craving. I happen to have a fascination with them as well.” “I can’t ever guarantee that we’ll be a whole family ever again.” “Of course not. I wouldn’t expect you to. But let’s try something for now.” So Inko made a deal with the devil, to gain two angels. 🌗🌗

Now that AFO is in the story, I'm like so excited! Great work, Moon anon!

#moon anon

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Not Just the Two of Us Chapter 6: A Lot of Information

Wordcount: 1.3 K

Summary: Logan likes to talk about his research. Patton likes to listen to Logan, and he also wants to know more. Win win.

Chapter 1: Confession

[Masterpost]

[More of my writing]

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Virgil and Roman, having done the least before-dinner work, were given the after-dinner chores. Virgil cleared the table, putting the food away and bringing the dishes to Roman, who filled the sink with soapy water and began the washing up.

Every time Virgil brought him a dish, Roman ‘paid’ him for it with a kiss on the lips. They had stacked the plates and gathered the silverware for easier carrying, but after Virgil had carried over a cup in each hand and received a kiss for their delivery, he brought the rest of the dishes over one piece at a time. It took him quite a while to clear the table in this manner.

Patton hopped up to sit on the counter, and Logan leaned against it beside him. “Logan?” Patton asked.

“Yes?”

“Are there other configurations? Besides Vee and Triangle?”

Logan considered the question for a moment. “Not for three people,” he said. “There’s really only two ways to connect three nodes, provided one assumes that the nodes are interchangeable. Else there’s four, but three of them are Vees, simply changing who is the vertex. I believe that a polyamorous relationship involving four people is called a Quad, regardless of the particulars of the configuration.”

“How many people can you have?” Patton asked curiously.

Logan looked thoughtful. “I think the upper bound would be determined by a person’s time and availability, as well as interest,” he said at last. “It’s important not to neglect any one partner, so resources would need to be considered. However, my research indicated that a polyamorous network could, in theory, be infinitely large and sprawling, containing many smaller clusters.”

“How does that work?”

Logan shrugged a bit. “Well, suppose you’ve got a triangle,” he said. “Three people, all dating each other. And then suppose one of the people in that triangle has a third partner, who is metamour to the other two members of the triangle. Further suppose that they belong to another triangle or a quad, or perhaps that they and their partner from the first triangle are two parts of a triad or quad or other. And someone from that group has another partner, and so on.

“Or you could have a long chain of people with two partners each. Perhaps one person in the chain has three partners, so they form a Y junction. You could mix and match all these things to make a unique and complex system.”

Patton nodded slowly. “Getting everyone together for dinner must be tricky,” he said.

Logan laughed. “That it would,” he agreed. “I suppose they could do a potluck.” He shrugged. “However, they wouldn’t necessarily all know each other. It’s possible even to not know one’s metamour, let alone one’s metamour’s other partner, or those further down the line. And even if they do all know each other, that doesn’t mean that they get together or share meals — though I’m sure there exist networks which do function that way.”

Patton frowned a bit. “I get not knowing your metamour’s partner, but how could someone not know their metamour? Doesn’t that edge on cheating again?”

“No. In this case, the metamours would be aware that their mutual partner is seeing someone else, and are fine with that, but are not interested in knowing that person.” Logan shrugged. “I understand that many people prefer this version, and while I think I personally would not enjoy it, I can see the appeal.” Patton was still unconvinced, and it must have shown on his face, because Logan added, “I have friends whom you have never met, and I’m sure you have friends I don’t know.”

“That’s different!” Patton protested. “You know all of my other Best Friends, and I’d introduce you to my boyfriend if I had one.”

“Yes, it’s different, but the concept is similar.”

“I’d want to know my metamours,” Patton continued. “If anyone’s that important to my boyfriend, they’re important to me too, and I wanna know them.”

Logan smiled. “Yes, as I said, I’m the same. However, nothing is one size fits all, including polyamory, and there are those for whom it is different.”

Patton considered that, then conceded the point. They were quiet for a moment, watching Virgil present Roman with a fork in exchange for a deep kiss that left soap suds in Virgil’s hair where Roman ran his fingers through it.

“Will Virgil be moving in with you?”

“Perhaps at some point, but not in the near future. We intend to discuss it again when his lease draws near an end. We’re not currently set up here to have three people living in the house full-time, either. Roman is vying for a bigger bed.”

“Isn’t your bed the same size as the air mattress we use for sleepovers?” Patton asked.

“Yes, they’re both queens. However, his argument is not without merit. As comfortable as it is to pile four people together in a ‘cuddle puddle’ once a week, it would feel quite crowded if it were a regular thing every night. Besides, at least one person ends up on the floor by morning as often as not, and I would prefer to avoid that occurring with our regular bed, especially considering that it has a frame and a box spring and is thus rather taller than an air mattress set directly on the floor, and would be much more painful to fall out of.”

“Plus I dunno if I’m ready to share a bed all the time,” Virgil chimed in, offering Roman another fork. Roman took it and kissed him. When they pulled apart again several seconds later, Virgil continued, “I haven’t even shared a bedroom since my crib was in my parents’ room, let alone having the same bed. And no,” he added, putting a finger against Roman’s lips in the ‘shush’ gesture before Roman could say something, “sleepovers every weekend don’t count. Six nights out of seven, I sleep alone in my own bed in my own bedroom in my own apartment. Moving in with you guys is a big step.”

Roman grinned. “You’ve already got a toothbrush in our bathroom and a drawer and a hamper in our laundry room and a key to our front door,” he pointed out.

“So does Patton, I’m not special,” Virgil countered.

Roman looked offended. “On the contrary, you are very special,” he protested. “And anyway, what I was trying to say was that you’re practically half moved in already.”

“I suppose,” Virgil said, leaning into Roman, who held him. “Still a big deal.”

“I know,” Roman said gently. “So I’m gonna try not to push you about it until you’re ready. Even if that’s never. Though I really hope it won’t be never.” He scrunched his nose a bit. “Am I being pushy right now? I can’t tell if I’m being pushy or eager or both.”

“A bit of both,” Virgil answered.

“Sorry.”

Virgil was quiet for a moment, then said, very softly, “You know, tonight is going to be the first night we share a bed as boyfriends instead of best friends.”

“Yeah,” Roman agreed with a grin. “Kinda exciting.”

Virgil made a soft, mumbled sound of maybe-agreement, turning his face to press directly into Roman’s chest, and Roman added in a gentler tone,

“Kinda scary too, I suppose. Makes you wonder how it’ll change things.”

“Mm-hm,” Virgil mumbled into Roman’s shirt.

“It doesn’t have to change anything,” Roman said soothingly, spreading bubbles on the top of Virgil’s head. “We can still just all pile on the mattress like normal, and fall asleep during a long and meandering conversation, just like every other weekend.”

“I think I'd like that…”

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Chapter 7: Sleepover | WIP

#original #sanders sides #writing #my writing #my sanders sides writing #Not Just the Two of Us #eventually LAMP #polyamory #polyamsanders #polysamderous #prinxiety #logince

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im in the mood for angst, so for your dff au, could you please writing a one shot or smth along those lines of techno coming home from a particularly tough duel and everybody else’s reactions? ty!!! <33

YES HELLO I WRITE

Yes Hello I’m a writer and I forgot about asks but here we go!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s really bad but here it is!

This is very poorly edited I’m so sorry lol, this takes place in my dff AU! It’s spunky

And it’s been awhile since I’ve written for this AU so things are a little weird, kind of missed the angst but I got ideas don’t worry

TW: violence, fighting, description of injury but nothing too graphic I think

Dicey Nights

Sword in hand, solid stance, deep breath. He could do this.

Techno tapped his foot anxious against the cement floor, waiting for his opponent to climb over the ropes and enter the arena. The air was thick and hot from the muggy night’s humidity and the crowds incessantly loud cheering. The arena was dimly lit around the stans, all light coming from a giant overhead, casting grimmy light over the blood splatters that stained the rough concrete.

His opponent entered the ring, eyes flashing in the light, lips quirked up in a barely perceptible grin. Techno’s anxiety shot from his stomach to his heart, this man was like a tank, tall with bulky limbs and long flat sword.

Techno pushed his worries away, he had taken on opponents bigger then himself before, just not that big, but they needed the money, he had to win this.

They both walked to the middle of the platform, shook hands, the other man gripping too tightly to be friendly, then they turned and walked back to their starting places.

The buzzer sounded and the man shot forwards, sword swinging in an arch, Techno’s sword clashed with his, metal screeching pierced the air as the man tried to overpower Techno, putting his weight on the sword.

Techno kicked him in the knee, the man sputtered and slipped, allowing Techno to dodge to the side then ram into the man, sending him to the ground. He moved to slash his sword at the man’s neck and fake out the audience then the duel finished, quick and easy if the man stayed down for the three count.

Suddenly the man lashed out and landed a kick square into Techno chest, sending him reeling. Techno scrambled to his feet, stifling a groan. His ribs protesting vehemently, sending shockwaves of fire through his chest, he watched as the other man rolled back onto his feet.

The man, Techno heard the crowd cheering ‘Go Thrasher!’, ran at him again, opting to not overpower him but overwhelm him, he swung wildly, he obviously never had any training.

Techno took the defensive, slash, stab, dodge, block, kick back, and repete, analyzing Thrasher’s fighting style, his patterns and goto movements. Once he memorized the motions he switched to offense, changing his own patterns as well, quick slashes and jabs, forcing Thrasher back, Techno would kick at the man’s legs then go back to swinging.

In a ditch effort Thrasher whipped his sword around only for Techno to kick it out of his hands, sending it flying. Techno slammed into the man once again, taking advantage of his distraction, and knocked him to the ground.

He pointed his sword at the man’s neck, looking down the blade at Thrasher, the crowd around him screaming, “Go Blade go!” He tried to keep his face emotionless, waiting for the announcer to call it off.

Thrasher wasn’t giving up, he kicked at Techno again, who half dodged half stumbled away. Thrasher moved faster then Techno had even seen, Techno lashed out, slicing his arm but it didn’t faze Thrasher. Rage blazing in his eyes he jumped on Techno and knocked him to the ground, half pinning him, a knee on one of Techno’s arms, knocking his sword away.

Thrasher punched him across the face, Techno’s head jerked to the side, pain flaring in his face, nausea rising in his gut as the man reared back and hit him again and again.

Techno weakly grabbed for his sword but came up short, his vision was blurring, hot blood dripped down his face, matting his hair. In a last ditch effort, he threw a punch, aiming for Thrasher's throat, he hit his target dead on and hard.

Thrasher gasped and faltered, his grip loosen and Techno took his chance. He yanked himself away and sent another kick to the man's chest, scrambling towards his sword.

He didn’t know what he was doing, he couldn’t win this, the adrenaline would wear off soon and he’d lose, he wouldn’t be able to fight after this, he’d have to go home empty handed. That thought alone made him feel even more sick.

Thrasher rose to his feet, breathing heavily, Techno got into a weak stance, prepared to go down fighting. You weren’t allowed to kill in the duels but Techno was scared Thrasher would chuck those rules out the window. Thrasher’s fists were clenched, cracked and bloody at his sides, fire in his eyes, he let out a roar. Techno’s grip on his sword tightened and he prepared to swing-

The buzzer sounded.

The fight lasted 10 minutes, the announcer called it a draw. The audience booed and complained as Techno went to shake hands with Thrasher.

Thrasher looked at Techno’s hand in disgust before slapping it away, “You fight dirty, freak.” He growled, Techno scowled but bit his tongue and flipped Thrasher off and stalked off as dignified as he could with the room spinning like a toy top.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the sidelines and chugged it when one of the organizers threw a small pouch at him.

“You’re off your game,” The women commented lazily, not looking up from her clipboard, “I expected better.”

“Then you hop on in there,” Techno grumbled, not making eye contact as he pocketed the pouch, he sheathed his sword.

“I’d rather die,” She said, eyes flickering up from the page, “Just like you almost did.”

Techno snorted, “Please,” He said, shouldering his bag and walking towards the bathrooms, “I neva die.”

He somehow managed to get to the bathroom without collapsing, he pushed open the door and stumbled over to the sinks. He gripped the edge tightly, waiting for the room to stop spinning, he looked up at the mirror and realized he was fucked.

There was a gross cut on his hairline, trickling blood down his face, the right side of his face was covered in blooming bruises, blood from his nose smeared down his chin, he looked like a mess.

He felt like a mess.

Techno grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the faucet then scrubbed it against down his chin and along his hairline, ignoring the sting. He dried his face off then filled up his water bottle, dreading the fact that he couldn’t hide this from his family. He hoped to get home before Wilbur or Tommy woke up, he knew he couldn’t avoid Phil, he got up extra early to be able to commute to work.

Techno started home, not bothering to stay for any other duels, he wouldn’t be able to win, not in the state he was in anyways. He squeezed past the security guards and tried not to fall while walking, the trip home only should have been around forty minutes but between his slow pace and stopping to take breaks so he wouldn’t pass out it took him over 2 hours to get back.

The rusty metal stair squeaked as Techno climbed them, they groaned as he put his weight on the railing, god he wanted to lay down.

He unlocked the door, trying to push it open as quietly as possible, of course the door made that impossible as it creaked loudly.

The door cast a shadow on the soft light coming from the kitchen, Techno could hear dishes clicking quietly.

“Hey Tech,” Phil said, as Techno locked the door again, “You’re back later then usual-” He stopped, staring at Techno’s face, Techno immediately put his hands up, “Now I know what you’re thinking but let me just say; it’s not that bad.”

“Sit,” Phil said, setting his coffee cup down, Techno rolled his eyes, but sat down anyways. “Yeah I saw that coming,”

“Please tell me the other guys looks worse,” Phil prodded at the bruises on Techno’s face, Techno shrugged.

“Please tell me you didn’t get your face fucked up for nothing,”

“I hope? I mean I got a few good hits in, oh that reminds me,” Techno leaned over, rummaging through his bag for money pouch,

He immediately regretted it because it made the room spin again. He grumbled but found the pouch and tossed it on the table.

”It’s not a lot but it’s something,” Techno trailed off, he could have stayed longer, fought harder, been more useful but a few bruises sent him running back home. “I can go back tomorrow, get us more-”

“What? You’re not going back, you look like shit!” Phil said incredulously, checking the cut along his hairline,

“But we need the money,”

“We’ll get by,” Phil’s eyes narrowed, mouth in a tight line.

“That’s a lie-”

“No it’s not,”

“Phil I’m not stupid we need more and I can go back, tonight was just an off, when I go back I can get us more-”

“You’re not going back!” Phil said firmly, “You’ll get hurt again-”

“It’ll be worth it-”

“No! It’s not! Nothing is worth you getting this hurt!” Phil snapped, he took a breath, shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry it’s- it’s just not worth it, you need to be okay too, you deserve to be okay.”

Techno sat there, not sure what to say. Phil looked at the clock and swore under his breath, “Shit, I’m gonna be late,” He grabbed his coat, “I’ll see you later, take it easy, alright?” Techno nodded as Phil walked out the door.

He sits there for a minute, not sure what to do, he wants to sleep for 45 hours but he is also hungry. He opted to grab a banana when he hears Wilbur yell from the other room;

“Tommy brush your hair!” The bedroom door opened, “No! It looks fine!” He didn’t notice Techno as he walked into the bathroom, Wilbur followed him out a moment later.

“Hey Wil,”

“Hey Tech, you're up earlier and oh my god are you okay?” He trailed off to the next point, gesturing gingerly at Techno’s face.

“Yes, I’m fine, I promise,” Techno said again, putting his hands up and rolling his eyes. Wilbur nodded, they stood there for a moment before Wilbur asked;

“Did Phil flip out?”

“Oh yeah definitely,”

“Well, at least something’s normal,” Techno snorted.

“Hey Wilbur, we’re low on toothpaste again-” Tommy said, coming out of the bathroom, he looked at Techno and trailed off.

“Uh, Techno, You’ve got a little something,” Tommy gestured to his own face, hand hovering over the whole right side, “on your face, like everywhere.”

Techno snorted and smiled softly, “Thanks for telling me nerd,”

“What happened?”

“Not important,” Techno said, grabbing an orange from their fruit bowl, tossing it at Tommy, who caught it with ease, “What is important is that you’re gonna be late for school, now get going.” He hadn’t told Tommy about the arena fights, he didn’t know how Tommy would react and he didn’t want to encourage it or risk it.

“No I’m not, you’re just avoiding the question!” Tommy protested, jamming his finger into the skin of the orange.

“You sure about that?” Techno nodded to the clock on the wall, 7:06.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” Tommy said, Wilbur slapped the back of his head, “Language,”

“What come on! You say it all the time!”

“Yeah cause I’m older then you, now grab your shit,”

“Now you're just rubbing it in!” Tommy said, grabbing his backpack off the hook by the door.

“You’re right, now let’s go, I’ll walk to you,” Wilbur stopped in the doorway, Techno could hear the creaks of the stairs as Tommy jumped down. Wilbur looked at Techno, eyes soft.

“Go to sleep Tech, you look like you need it,”

“Well I was going to but now that you said that, I think I’ll stay up,” He teased, Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“If you aren’t asleep by the time I get back I will crush you,”

“I’d like to see you try,” Techno shot back as Wilbur closed the door, locking it.

The banana forgotten and set back on the counter, Techno slipped his shoes and laid down, hoping the others wouldn’t worry too much, he fell asleep almost immediately.

#mcyt #minecraft #minecraft youtubers #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #sleepyboysinc #sleepy boys inc #technoblr #technoblade #family dynamics #dff au? #Apples Writing #tw violence #swearing tw #sleepyblr #sbi au #hurt/comfort #asks #answered #mcyt DFF AU

[prose-for-hire]

So wrong it’s right

Part 2 // Part 3

Pairing: Angel x vamp!reader

Request: (Sorry if I make a mistake, English is my second language) Will you make a story with a somewhat villain reader (but shes not exactly evil) that keeps helping Angel out because she likes him and in the start he wont trust her but one day they kiss and Angel becomes confused about how he feels? I hope that makes sense. If I didn’t explain it well please don't feel you need to write it you can ignore this.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Violence/fighting. Swearing.

A/N: This is the kind of fic I LOVE to write. I enjoyed myself with this one !! 💜

You weren’t well-liked in LA. The ‘good guys’ hated you, trying to stake you at any second and the ‘bad guys’ despised you. Both felt this for the way that you made decisions based on how you felt. No allegiance to good or evil. No atonement or evil plotting. You served neither the powers or dark forces. This was a fluid and extremely ambiguous way to live, which brought suspicion with you wherever you went. But you were nothing if not authentic to your beliefs. You just weren’t really sure what those beliefs were yet.

In any case, you didn’t much care for world domination nor did you hang out in particularly damp underground hovels that you wouldn’t even bury your dog in, let alone spend precious years of your un-life.

LA had a certain draw to you, it was a hub. A beating heart of life that helped you thrive in a way you had only dreamed of when you really were alive. But most importantly, it wasn’t a backwater little town. The type that always seemed to harbour Hellmouths. They seemed a little boring to you anyway.

Yeah, it holds all the supernatural power hotspots you could wish for, but at what cost? Everyone knew everyone’s business and there was such a large amount of demons concentrated in one area it was hard to navigate without bumping into several ex-lovers. Not to mention there was a higher chance of a Slayer on your back.

Now, just because you weren’t ‘evil’, that wasn’t to say you lived in the light. For one, you couldn’t. You would die… again. But also, you weren’t exactly chafing at the bit to do as the powers said. They couldn’t simultaneously damn you to hell when you got dusted whilst enticing you with some long-winded and ultimately unnecessary prophecy that gave you the one thing you were scared of. Hope.

You didn’t have a soul, and you didn’t care for gaining one. Not through a curse and even less through fighting for one yourself. This is why one vampire didn’t like you. He didn’t trust you and definitely never cut you a break.

The fact was, he barely looked your way. Unless you were stood in his path. And you had, a few times. He was convinced you had some ulterior motive but had little time for you until you turned into a bigger threat.

That was, up until the last few months. You had started to catch his attention more and more. You had been fighting, again. In the back room of some seedy bar. Trading blows, neither of you holding back. The real threat long since dusted. It was just gone three in the morning, a time you liked to be home. Just in case of a freak early sunrise (you had heard horrible things of whole towns of vampires wiped out suddenly).

You were fighting, hard. He never left it. He just couldn’t walk away. You were after the same stupid vampire. Yes, you had been after him because he owed you a large sum of money and around five Siamese cats, but the end was the same. You twisted from his firm grasp, throwing him over your head. He landed but didn’t stay down. He ran at you, pushing you back and slamming you against the door. Almost through it. He grabbed a stake and flipped it up in the air before expertly catching it, looking back in your eyes.

There was almost a flicker of danger. A flicker of all the stories you had heard of Angelus. There was something there, some kind of feeling and it got you excited. Up until this point, his face had been pretty unmoving every time you saw him. The stake dug into your chest, directly over your unbeating heart. You couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes scanned your face. Moving from your lips to your eyes and back again. He was so close you could just lean in and… no. Eye on the prize, you tell yourself. You would settle for a quip charged with at least a little sexual tension. On your end, at least.

“You gonna keep waving that thing around or are you going to actually do something with it?” You bite, breathing heavily a smile on your face. You didn’t need to breathe but it was still a habit.

“Why’re you here, huh? Why are you always around when something bad happens?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Now I’m never getting those fucking Siamese” You muttered as he scowled at you. You were going to threaten him one more time before staking him. He rolled his eyes, you were worse than spike. At least he had a soul. Wanted one. You were content with your lot and it bugged him to no end.

“You know, I think I might enjoy this” Angel said stoically.

“Watch out, you don’t want to get too happy” You teased with a smile, everyone knew about Angel – word travels fast even here, “Or maybe you do. You might be more fun, to be honest”

These was the last words he expected to hear from you, you were younger than him by a mile. He was used to vampires pretty easily going down. He moved his arm back, directing the wooden stake straight for your heart. In the same second, you changed into your vamp face and propelled your head forwards. Your hand twisted his wrist trying to knock the stake from his hand as you propelled your ridged forehead towards him. Headbutting him with all of your strength.

The stake pierced your skin, but luckily (or unluckily it still hurt like anything) it was stabbed into your left arm which made you yelp. You yelped almost as much as Angel in his surprise as his nose started to bleed. It was enough to stun him, letting you run off with the stake still sticking out of your arm as you took a short cut to your destination.

Angel walked back to the hotel slowly, pinching his nose and wiping the blood on his sleeve. He took the long route back, not wanting to have to tell the others that he had lost in a fight with a vampire who was probably half his age. When he returned Cordelia rushed over to him, helping him to sit down. The entire team was there, waiting up for him. Fantastic, now he would have to tell them.

“Oh, uh, Angel?” Fred asked softly, “This was left for you – on your desk”

He turned and there it was. The stake that had been embedded in your arm the last he saw you. You must have travelled fast to get there before he did. He took it as an act of aggression, especially when he read the note attached.

‘Until we meet again, sweet Angel’

“Is this your slayer friend?” Fred asked, looking down at the floor. She had taken somewhat of a shine to Angel and may have been a little jealous. She had just learned what a slayer was.

“She’s a little more dramatic, a little less with the subtle” Cordelia stated, knowing for sure that the person that brought it was not Buffy. Not at all.

“Yes, I recall the young woman is about as subtle as a brick” Wes chuckled softly, reminiscing over his brief stint as a watcher.

“No. it wasn’t her” Angel confirmed, turning and scowling, “Wes, I need everything you can find on a vamp. Name’s y/n”

“Y/n? Are you sure it is wise to, um, shake the hornets nest so to speak. They’ve done little to actively harm-” Wesley said quickly. A slightly sheepish look on his face. You had met him and helped him out several times. You often crossed paths late night at the occult book store. You weren’t afraid of losing your credibility over a little light reading.

Your intelligence was often what gave you the upper hand over many demons you came up against. Wesley was strangely fond of you, although he knew from word on the street you could be mean if something was in the way of what you wanted. He was pleasant enough although spending too long with him gave you an Englishman-induced headache. He does prattle on so. And, that phrase had been unfortunately transferred into your brain from listening to him for too long.

“Apart from, that they’re a vampire who brutally kills to eat and always seems to be in every bad situation we’ve been in recently” Angel snapped, “I want everything. By tomorrow night”

“What are you going to do?”

“Kill them”

It had been several more months and Angel had seen you several times in that period. He had yet to make good on his promise. The tension mounted, peaking every time you became close. Your back and forth riling you up, making you begin to pine for his attention.

He had noted that you had common goals, evil tended to get mowed down in your wake. Which, he couldn’t exactly complain about except that your personality was simultaneously infuriating and intriguing.

But he maintained that he didn’t like you. The way you danced through life, with no guilt. Very little self-reflection. You wouldn’t join him and that was enough, in his eyes for you to be against him.

This evening finds you on the hunt for a backstreet dealer, one that could find you an item that was particularly hard to find. Especially now Angel had a snitch on the inside, the deliveries were starting to slow. Dust couldn’t drive trucks.

You arrived at the meeting place, a dingy alleyway despite you specifically asking to meet somewhere that didn’t smell like something had died there. You had a very sensitive sense of smell.

“You got the stuff?” You asked, gesturing with your head for the demon to open the briefcase. But he snatched it from your grasp and the boss stepped from the shadows. This meant something more sinister.

“You helped him. We saw you” The scaly man with an impressively tailored suit accused.

“What?”

“Angel” He confirmed. Bad things happened to people who didn’t side with the boss. You knew this.

“I don’t pick allegiances, I told you. I’m just me” You assured them, eyes on the briefcase.

“You’re with us or you’re with him. Choose.”

“Fine.” You shrugged, the man nodded approvingly. It had been easier than he thought.

“Good, glad that you’re-” You spun into a kick, hitting his jaw which made him shut up. You hated people who gave you an ultimatum. You, for this very moment only, were on Angel’s side. Fists flying, feet connecting with hard bodies. You fought against them, hard.

More of them started to turn up. As if there had been a call. They started to surround you. You were strong, but not that strong. Your un-life flashed before your eyes. There was so much you had left to do. I mean, you had never even been to a virgin sacrifice. Never properly feasted on St Vigeous. You hadn’t even found your anti-soulmate.

You were almost ready to give up. And then he turned up. Your guardian angel.

Angel assessed the fight, realising you had been caught up. Not realising why it broke out. You fought beside each other, but traded insults with your ally. You found yourself waiting for these interactions with him. It made you smirk. This was the way you flirted.

You enjoyed this back and forth. He was starting to make you feel alive again. Begin to… hope.

The fight was finished and now all you both were was surrounded by dust. You took a breath. In name, not in action, recovering from the fight.

But he grabbed you by your shoulders, you had taken your guard down. He slammed you into the brick wall. The contact almost made you shiver as you smiled wide. You opened your mouth to speak, he was expecting it and spoke first.

“Don’t” He warned, frustrated at the way your eyes danced despite his threat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months” You smirked, leaning closer to his face. There was barely an inch between you.

“Huh. Your death?”

“We’re already dead, baby, I’m looking more for the spice of life” You teased before leaning in and finally catching your lips with his. This had been all you had been thinking since you had first met him. The tension had reached its crescendo and you had to act.

It was an urgent kiss, you were willing him to reciprocate. His action beforehand made the adrenaline pump around your body harder. Want him more. There was danger harboured deep below the soul he cared for so deeply and it called to you like a moth to a flame.

You wanted him. You enjoyed every side you had seen so far. You didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to admit the tension in the air when you were around each other.

His lips didn’t move at first for those agonising moments. And then they did. All at once. His lips moving and fiery against yours, now fighting you for dominance. You tasted so good to him. A hand gripping your upper arm tightly with the other sliding up the curvature of your neck.

You slid your hands between the fabric of his shirt and his leather jacket, grasping at him. Your fingers snaked around him, exploring unchartered territory. He felt so good, you wanted him closer.

You found yourself almost preferring the feel of this more amiable touch to the harsh blows you had exchanged previously. He pressed you further into the wall, wanting more.

But all too quickly, his lips started to falter and you felt him start to pull away. He started to think too much into it. Comprehending the implications. You felt too good to him. You were a distraction, a sinful figure that strayed him from the power’s path. You almost whined as he pulled himself from where he had been pressed flush against you. He had to fight himself to remove his hands from you.

Your hands slid sadly from where they had been exploring his lean form. You felt yourself pouting slightly, which is a feat when you have fangs like you did.

His face had changed during your kiss, as had yours. Your vampire forms released as the tension did. Your more animalistic forms finding each other so appealing. The kiss a revelation, in some sense a curse. But again, he was used to that.

He pulled back, his face the picture of shock. It was the most emotion he had allowed you to see. So many contradictory emotions flashing behind his eyes. It had felt wrong, but oh so right to kiss you that way. He wanted more. He wanted to get as far away from you as possible.

You watched him in his turmoil, not able to hide the way you enjoyed seeing his face this way. You reached with your hand to trail along the distinctive bumps of his forehead. You couldn’t help it, you had suddenly begun to soften for him. Against your will. You wanted him to want you deeper than you had realised.

He realised that his vampire face was showing. He winced away from you, and you scanned over his face. He switched back immediately. Masking it.

He was ashamed. You frowned, your own vamp face still there. You embraced all that you were. You scanned his face, trying to show him that he could be himself with you. But he didn’t read that from your face.

He stepped back, all contact with him now gone. His eyes still trapped in yours for a moment. Your back was still pressed against the rough brick, your arm still outstretched for him.

But he just ran, jacket whipping around him as he kicked up his dust on way out of the alleyway. As if a magician through a puff of smoke, he was gone.

You eventually moved yourself from the wall, leaning to take the briefcase. You shrugged, dusting it off from the ash that had been left from the fight.

You walked slowly with your items, thoughts beginning to spin. Finding yourself lacking something deep inside that you had not realised you had been missing for so long.

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[binniedeactivated]

saint. || soobin (3.10)*finale*🌪

congratulations! you’ve made it to the final part and very last chapter of saint! thank you so much for reading I appreciate you in every way! enjoy my love! <3

pairing: soobin x reader genre: au word count; 4k

blinded by fury, soobin made his way outside using all the strength he could muster just to punch yeonjun in his face brutally. he stumbled back holding his lip that was now leaking blood. “who the fuck do you think she is?!”. 

he grabs him by the collar of his shirt and throws him against the cabin wall forcefully. he glares over at beomgyu, “I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass too”. he mutters looking him coldly in his eyes. beomgyu did as he were told, not wanting any part in whatever was about to take place. 

“what the fuck did you do with her?”. soobin breathes with his nerves racing up a wall. he wanted yeonjun dead. “I kiss--”. 

interrupting his sentence was soobin’s other fist punching him in his eye until he stumbled his way to the ground. yeonjun uses his hands to try and get soobin off of him. soobin was aggressively punching him on every open spot of his face he saw. yeonjun’s face ached and he felt his nose overflow with blood. the both of them were breathing hard with their breath becoming nothing but frost in the wintry air. 

“this whole time I’m thinking you’re my real fucking friend! and you were plotting to fuck my girlfriend for money?”. soobin punches him in his jaw and watches him double over. 

“have you lost your everlasting fucking mind?!”. he screams once more before wrapping his hands around his neck squeezing it as hard as he possibly could. yeonjun could feel himself grow weaker but he wouldn’t let soobin have the last hit. hell no. 

he reaches his hand up and punches soobin in his jaw, making soobin sit back a bit, enough to make yeonjun come back and hit him again. “you silly bitch. she wanted me anyways”. yeonjun smirks in a way that sparked a bigger flame in soobin . soobin clenches his jaw and jumps on yeonjun prior to clutching the boys’ neck and beating him in face with his fist nonstop. he didn’t care how much blood got on his hand, he didn’t care how much yeonjun was yelping. 

“fuck you bitch! fuck you! she’s mine!”. 

the only people that were able to stop soobin were five random guys seeing how desperate yeonjun was for air and room to breathe. it was a struggling task trying to pry soobin off of yeonjun but they did so successfully. 

“let me go I’m going to kill that son of a bitch!”. soobin screams. one other guy was helping yeonjun up trying to get him to a nearby clinic to get him cleaned up. yeonjun spit his blood into the snow, painting it bright red. he glares at soobin with swollen eyes before he was staggering away. 

soobin was wrestling with the numerous guys that were drawing him back. “i’m going to kill him!!”. 

“listen, calm down. alright? if you don’t we’re going to have to call the police. you can’t do that out here”. 

they worked with him until soobin was at least slightly in his right mind. if he ran into yeonjun again he knew he wouldn’t be. soobin pushes his back against the wall with his eyes tearing up at the thought of you. he missed you so much and he just couldn’t take it any longer. 

he knew what cabin you stayed in so it was easy to find it. taehyun was busy playing video games with his other friend for a bit so it was up to kai to answer the door. soobin asks if you were here and kai nodded. 

“are you her boyfriend?”. he asks. 

“yes just let me in”. kai shrugs and pushes the door open for him. “I was on my way to a video game tournament anyways”. he dorkily states and leaving shortly after.  soobin exhales as he made his way upstairs and down the hallway. he knew where your room was considering the fact that kai and taehyun left their bedroom doors open.  

he knocks. you’d just gotten out of the shower trying to dry your hair and calm yourself from whatever that episode was at the hot tub. when you heard the knock at your door you assumed it was taehyun or kai. you wrap a towel around your body and open it. you were immediately greeted by soobin’s lips pressing against yours soft and passionately, just how you liked it. you missed them dearly. his scent, his embrace, his hands, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

soobin lets his tongue wander your mouth while he picks you up and let your back lay against the wall. your legs were wrapped around his waist. his lips suck yours savoring each touch. he waited until you both needed air to press his forehead against yours. 

“princess I’m so sorry”. he breathes. “I don’t deserve a woman like you I really don’t and that’s why I want you so much”. 

you could feel the sincerity in his eyes. you couldn’t find words to give back to him, so you cup his cheek instead pressing your lips on his once more. you let your lips slide down to his neck and you suck gently before biting it softly, just how he taught you. soobin’s breathing patterns shift and he’s relishing the way your lips felt on his neck at a needed time such as this. 

while you were sucking his neck and carries you to your bed and lay you down comfortably. you make an effort to reach your lips up to his skin and nip it lightly. “I tried to turn myself in and they said the case was c-closed”, he breathed with a small groan. 

“I even offered to p-pay for mia’s medical bills and she’ll be starting therapy soon”. he breathes again with another groan. you tug on his waistband of his sweatpants. he slides them off in one go. 

he decides to kiss along the coast of your jawline instead and you let him. the lower he went the lower you dropped your towel. soobin’s lips were now curling around your hardened nipples and he was compassionate with the way he sucks them, not wanting to hurt you in any way. you weren’t hurt at all though, instead you let your shaky moans get the best of you. he flat tongued his way down your breasts to your pussy, kissing the lips faintly. you flinch. he’s gripping your thighs and lapping your clit up with his tongue obediently and you felt as if you were seeing stars. your heart races. he swirls his tongue around your wet folds and even spits to make sure you were soaking. you felt yourself throbbing at the feeling of his tongue on you again and you regretted ever leaving it.

his lips were sopping against your neck again and you felt his hard on through his briefs. desperate for friction you began to grind your hips against it, now tugging at the waistband of his boxer briefs. 

“p-please soobin”. you whine which took him by surprise. “you sure?”. he questions and you nod with need. “do you have a condom?”. 

“we don’t need one. I’m clean”. 

“soobin”. “I swear. plus it won’t feel good for you like that anyway. I’ll pull out”. 

“you promise?”. 

“I promise. hold on”. soobin assures while he was aligning himself with your hole. “it’s going to hurt a little alright? but it will hurt worse if you tense up. try to relax yourself”. 

you did as you were told and try your best not to think about it. soobin kisses your cheeks and you gasp feeling his length sluggishly fill you to the brim. you feel a small pain, “soobin wait”. you utter. he slides it out, “it gets better with repitition”. 

you winced for the first two times he bucked his hips into you but your world flipped upside down with the third. your breathing hitched and you felt the pleasure sprint through your veins. 

his lips are ghosting yours and he relished your small moans vibrating his mouth. he tongue kisses you and fucks into you a bit harder now seeing that you were enjoying it. he groans lowly and clenches his jaw at how tight you were. 

“shit”. he mutters while you were moaning nonstop beneath him. you never knew something could feel this good. you bit your lips. 

“ssoobin oh my god”. you whimpered. “you’re taking me so well princess”. soobin whispers in between breaths. he fucked you to his heart’s desire until his felt his dick anxiously throbbing inside you. “flip over”. he demanded. you did as you were told. 

“arch your back for me”. 

you did your best and propped your ass in the air for him desperately wanting him back inside you again. he slaps your ass. “good girl”. he pushes himself in again and you were on cloud nine at this angle. soobin grips the top of the headboard and gradually begans pounding into you. your stomach churned and you went insane with the way he was making you feel. the sweet sounds of your cries and the slapping of your skin against his filled the atmosphere of the room. you were gasping at a fast pace. 

“fuck you’re so wet”. soobin growled. you bit into the pillow in front of you trying to keep from moaning too loud. you could only do it for so long. once soobin went deeper into you you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. you bit your lips until you were able to get a sound from your lips. 

“f-f-fuck!”. you groan to soobin’s surprise. he’d never heard you curse before. but in that moment you didn’t care what you said. you were way to blinded by euphoria to care about anything. soobin was drilling you and the headboard was beating the wall dangerously fast. 

“you’re so sexy beneath me like this”. soobin compliments, smacking your ass. 

“s-s-oobin i’m going to cum!”. you whine clutching the bed sheets. 

“cum for me princess”. he groans and continues his thrusts until your body tensed and your juices was dripping down your thighs. he pulls out as promised and let’s himself release on the towel beneath you both. 

“shit”. he breathed collapsing on top of you. the both of you were out of breath but soobin didn’t use that excuse. he kisses the back of your neck and makes a trail to your lips. 

“I love you”. 

your heart flutters at the words he never said before. 

“I love you too”.

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ 

time lapse;

you comb gently through her silky curly strands. she laid across your lap giggling at the tv. her small face was so beautiful, soobin’s eyes with your lips and his smile. 

“mommy look! mommy look at the giant bunny!”. she giggles. you smile playfully, “you want to know who else is a big giant bunny?”.

and almost as if he were right on cue your husband is sprinting in the room with you guys’ son on his back, your daughter’s twin, pretending to be an airplane. “guess who just finished bath time!”. he announces obnoxiously. your son giggles holding onto soobin’s neck for dear life. now your son, that was all you. your face, your smile. one thing he did get from his father though was his personality. 

soobin landed him on the bed dramatically before tickling him and kissing his cheeks. 

“hey stop! you guys are going to make mommy mess up my hair”. your daughter whines. 

“stop being such a baby”. your son replies. 

“you stop being stupid!”. 

“guys, guys, no let’s be nice”. soobin interjects while sitting your son on his lap. 

“daddy I have a question”. he mumbles. 

“what is it?”. 

“how did you meet mommy?”. he asks. 

the both of you glare at each other deciding if whether or not you should tell him.

#choi soobin #soobin #soobin au #soobin smut #bugsbinnie #saint au #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #choi beomgyu #txt #txt au #txt smut

[vanillann]

the story of last october (peter parker x reader)

ahh thank you for the peter parker request, i love writing for him!!

word count: 2.0k

october 1st, current day

“Happy October First!”

I jumped from where I stood looking for my books, turning around to find an overly excited Peter Parker standing behind me with his goofy smile.

“Don’t scare me like that Parker,” I lightly punched his shoulder, smiling at him while I turned back to look through my locker. I saw him lean against the locker beside mine, feeling him tug on the end of my sweater lightly.

“Sorry just excited it’s October,” he spoke softly, his eyes watching me burn into the side of my head.

“Why? I thought you were more of a Christmas guy?” I pulled my Physics book that I had been searching for from my locker, pleased as I stuffed it in my already heavy bag.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas-” without a word he took my bag from my hand, throwing it over his shoulder with ease and I was pleased with his spider skills for I didn’t want to carry that all the way to Peter apartment.

“-but October has a special place in my heart.”

I smiled, following him out the door of Midtown as the crisp air fanned over my face.

“Why is that Parker?”

“Because we fell in love in October,” he shrugged, his smile breathtaking as he took the steps down the front of the school two at a time.

I smiled to myself, letting the chaos of Peter asking me out last October flood my senses.

october 25th, last year

“Did you hear Flash is throwing a Halloween party tonight?”

I nodded as Ned spoke, completely zoned out by the giant C scribble on-top my Computer Science paper.

“Yeah I had that weird invitation stuff in my locker,” MJ voice spoke this time but I was too into my paper that I couldn’t pay attention to what anyone was saying barely.

“Well maybe we should go, I have this awesome costume I wanna show off,” I think Ned spoke again, at least the verbiage sounded like Ned.

We finally all pushed through the doors of the school as we made our way to a pizza shop we normally all sat at after school for some time to ourselves. I felt two hands grab my shoulders, helping down the stairs as my eyes were trained on the paper.

“You know, a C isn’t the end of the world,” Peter whispered. It was too close to my ear for me not to get butterflies.

“Say you,” I spoke mostly to myself, still upset over the C no matter how close Peter was to me at the moment.

“Yes, says me,” I watched the paper vanish from my hands, my mouth falling open as I turned to Peter and reached for it. He was quick. dodging my hands as I jumped for it.

“Peter!”

I felt like a little kid begging for a toy, pouting as I jumped for the paper but he easily moved it again, causing my chest to collide with his own.

“Nope, you need to stop freaking out over a C.”

I let a breath out, looking up to a red-cheeked Peter before turning around and catching up with MJ and Ned.

“I can’t stand you, Parker,” I muttered as he jogged to my side, a little smile as he shoved the paper in his book bag.

“Anyways, you both are coming to the party?” Ned skipped slightly, giving those puppy eyes that nobody could say no to.

“Sure,” Peter shrugged, unbothered by the thought.

“I don’t know, I probably need to-”

“If you say study I’ll drag you from your window to this party.”

“Jokes on you, I live on the 10th floor,” I smiled, doing a quick jog to grab the door of the pizza shop for the rest of the group. I waited to see if he’d slip up, tell me something I already knew but he didn’t.

“Trust me, I’ll still do it,” he walked through the door, taking a seat at a random table as MJ and Ned talked to each other about something that made Ned giggle.

“You both fight like you're in a five-year relationship,” MJ commented as I joined the group at the booth. I closed my eyes out of embarrassment, sacred I might be blowing my cover right now.

“(Y/N), you’re coming to the party?”

I looked to Peter who played with his fingers while his eyes were trained on the red glossy table of the pizza shop.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

The day felt as if it faded away as I placed the old cowboy hat on my head and began my subway ride to Flash house. The old costume was a group costume between Peter, Ned, and I last year but I didn’t care if I’d worn it before.

I was gonna go for five minutes, maybe ten, and head home to study for Computer Science. I regretted even coming when I was the crazy lights flashing outside the house. I could hear the music loud and I felt the headache forming already.

“I can’t stand you, Parker,” I spoke into the air, pushing open the door to the party. Thankful Flash wasn’t at the door so I didn’t have to deal with that first thing.

“(Y/N),” I turned at the call of my name, MJ standing not far from the door giving me a light smile. She wore a white shirt that read “Error 404″ and a pair of her everyday jeans.

“Well isn’t this last minute,” I smiled as I joined her side, looking into her red cup to see a clear liquid.

“Eh, I think it’s kinda funny,” MJ shrugged, smiling at me before her eyes drifted to the door that I had just walked in. His shoulder crashed into mine, her finger-pointing. I stopped picking around the grapes on the table to see whatever she was pointing at.

I looked, my jaw hung open as I looked at Peter and Ned's costume. Ned wore an almost exact replica of Spider-Man suit, a proud smile on his face as he made it over to us. I wondered if Ned knew of Peter's little secret but I didn’t let the thought consume me as I took in Peter. Peter on the other hand wore the cowboy costume for last year, his jaw hung open as he looked me up and down in the same costume.

“You read my mind Parker,” I laughed as he made his way over to me, smiling at me with his arm held out for me.

“I thought you were more creative than this.”

I chucked, giving him a tight hug as he wrapped his arms around my back.

“Oh god, I didn’t know you were both together.”

I slightly drew back from Peter, looking at Flash who was pointing at Peter and I with a crazy smile. Peter and I both frown, opening our mouth to speak but it was too late.

“Hey everybody, Parker dating (L/N)!”

His voice echoed off the walls of the large house, I was shocked his voice could be so much louder than the music but it managed to get over half the people's eyes on us. I felt myself drawback more, suddenly insecure of everyone watching Peter and I.

“Flash, no-”

“You have a couple costume and everything,” he walked closer to me and tapped the hat that sat on my head with a little “yeehaw” falling from his lips.

“Flash- '' Peter was cut off by Flash shushing him, giving a little smile before patting his shoulder and leaving to join the rest of the party. I felt my jaw drop, looking over my shoulder at Ned and MJ who found this whole thing funny.

“I- we aren’t-”

I was so glad for the flashing light so Peter couldn’t see my embarrassed face as clear as I looked around the party.

I looked at him wide-eyed, hoping this was a prank or he would say something that would make this less embarrassing. He only shrugged, looking around the party before his lips were beside my ear whispering.

“I think everyone has already forgotten.”

I nodded, praying he was right as I joined MJ side and went back to before.

I didn’t pray hard enough, the entire night people walked up to Peter and gave us thumbs-ups and “I didn’t know”. The guy who asked me out last week even came up and apologized for not knowing, which caused Peter to drag me off another direction. Eventually, an hour had passed and I felt my eyes slowly grow tired.

“Guys, I’m heading home,” I waved to each member of our group, Ned pushing Peter in my direction as he ran to my side.

“Can I walk you home?”

I shrugged, heading for the front door as Peter kept pace with me easily.

“Sorry about back there,” Peter spoke at a lower volume once we made it out of the chaos of the party.

“Not your fault, Flash doesn’t like to listen.”

I tried to ignore the little heartbreak I felt as he apologized for fake being with me when it wasn’t even either of our doing.

“Yeah but, I don’t I guess I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I frown, stopping my walk down the driveway to turn to Peter. I felt my eyebrows draw together, looking to the boy who made a wide-eyed look at me.

“Uncomfortable? Why would I be uncomfortable?”

“Well you know, at the thought of dating me,” I watched as he spoke the words so easily like it wasn’t the craziest thing in the world.

“You think that would make me uncomfortable?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Normally I would be adoring his accent but I simply brush off the thought, completely absorbed in proving him wrong.

“Peter, that thought has never made me uncomfortable.”

This time his eyebrows were drawing together as my hand slowly made its way to cover my mouth.

“You’ve thought about it before?”

Would making a run for it be appropriate right now?

“I know you’re Spider-Man!”

Whatever was appropriate at this time definitely wasn’t that.

“W-what?”

“I know you’re Spider-Man,” I spoke much quieter this time, careful of listening ears.

“H-how do you know? Did Ned tell you?”

I suddenly felt my hand drop, looking at Peter who now covered his own mouth.

“You told Ned and not me?”

Maybe I was being overdramatic but I felt my heart hurt slightly because Peter, Ned, and I told each other everything yet he couldn’t tell me the biggest secret of his life.

“I- he walked in when I was in my suit. I shouldn’t have even told me but he saw,” his hands were going crazy as he spoke, his eyes wide as ever as he tried to save himself from the hole he was digging.

“You kept the biggest secret from me?”

“Well I wouldn’t say it’s as big as my crush-” he slapped his hand over his mouth, his other hand covering the hand that harshly slapped his skin.

I felt my eyebrows fly to my hairline, shocked at the new information. Peter Parker had a crush and a super-suit and told me about neither.

“No offenses but that definitely isn’t bigger.”

“It is when it’s you (Y/N),” Peter's words were muffled but still clear enough to understand as he spoke between his fingers. For what felt to be the millionth time that night I was in shock over something to do with Peter Parker.

“You like me back?”

I couldn’t even care at the moment when his hands slowly fell from his mouth, his jaw slack as he stared at me.

“Back?”

Without another word I rushed to meet his lips, my hand finding the back of his neck as I pulled him close as I could. My other hand traced over his chest, his heartbeat under my fingertips as his hands both cupped my cheeks.

october 1st, current day

“Sweets?”

I snapped out my daydream, smiling as Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me down the steps of the school, where the story first began.

“Hey, Parker?”

“Yes?”

“Happy October 1st.”

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel x reader #marvel

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

You don't know how lovely you are.- part VI

Tw⚠️: swearing, medical inaccuracies(on my part)

You moved your hair away as the cold Siberian winds freeze you to the bone. You were anxious to get back home so you can finally talk with Corpse on the phone. You been talking a lot since you last called him, embarrassingly to help you deal with a baby.

This week beat your ass, tests and assignments left and right like they are Oprah. You desperately wanted to go home where is warm and where you can chat your night away with Corpse.

You finally managed to open up a Netflix account so maybe you two could watch something or talk away while you had background noise.

"I swear to God..."

- Ştiu,nu? ("I know right?")

Sabrina said as she sat on the couch, a book in her lap and a hot coffee cup on the table near her.

"Heyyy!"

"Hello,girl!"

She got up to hug you,gasping when her warmth was meet by your cold grey coat , red bare hands and shaking legs dressed in a black striped suit pants and wearing platform heels.

"My , you are practically freezing. Come ,come!"

She grabbed the blanket she's been sitting on and wrapped you with it moving you to sit down.

She left towards the kitchen to your left , you could hear her taking the kettle from one of the cupboards. You shook profoundly as you harshly rubbed your hands, you stared at your dark grey nail polish, twisting it left and right to see the light bounce on it. You lost yourself in thought:

A tattoo on them wouldn't look so bad. Maybe...

"Here."

A cup of green tea, your favourite, was presented before you. You licked your crack lips as you moved your hand to grab it, only to hiss and curse when the heat proved to be double edged.

Sabrina tried to hold her laugh but one look of your pained and disappointed eyes sent her into a burst ,snorting and laughing like a jackass. You began to laugh with her shortly after.

She puffed as she took the armchair in front, the beige coloured of it and the blood red floral blanket draped all over made it stand out. She was so small in comparison with the gigantic size of it. Still you were the shortest of the group.

"How was your day?"

"Switching to English?"

She nodded.

"Hmm..fine.It isn't like I been speaking it for like 6 hours. My day went on,hmmm, ever washed a cat?"

"Ever washed a llama that simply disdain the idea of being even remotely washed?"

"W-What? Nu,deci,nu. You washed a llama?!"

"Yes,ma'am. Got the scar to prove it."

She jumped a bit off her bent leg ,to bring the polar white sweater up , a deep scar healed in a shaky circle stood there. Your eyes blinked in shock.

"Tell. Me."

"Of course, m'lady."

Her cheery tone lighted the grave tune of your morbid curiosity, you did like crime related shows after all.

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"How?!" Corpse said in bewilderment, laughing in between.

"I know right? She said she felt every bone in her body putting itself back in the place. Even those in her ears."

Your hands covered by your oversized warm black sweatshirt went crazy as you said the story, stopping only to take a breath or to let the burst of laughter die down.

"Man, your friends are crazy."

"Pleease, when I was like 11-"

"I'm eleven so shut the fuck up."

"Shh, Corpse." You said smiling. "Anyway, when I was eleven years old, I used to play with some girls hide and seek or v-ați ascunselea and somehow my stupid ass managed to land into a tree branch."

"What?"

"Yeah, but not like with my chubby ass body ,noooo sir. With my eye."

"What the fuck, which one?"

"The right one, I have a scar running down it till the start of my lips."

"Wait,how? Do you still see?"

"Oh,yeah."You dismissed the question with a shake of a hand, getting back into the story.

"My folk were so scarred and they have a huge fight with my grandma who was busy with gossiping her neighbours. "

"Oh my fucking--Did it hurt?"

"Oh ,yeah but luckily it healed pretty quickly and now I got a sick scar."

"Do you have other scars?"

"Hmm, hella. My hands and arms are littered with them."

You laughed but stopped yourself when you didn't hear anything from Corpse.

"Um, my petit orchid? Are you..are you there?"

"Did you do them because you...you w-were.. um...um..." His voice ran on jittery and trembling in panic as he haulted to draw a breath and calm whatever nerves caused him to panic.

"Self harming?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh! No ,of course not. I hate pain. I have them because I cut myself a lot with my butterfly knife."

"W-With your knife?" He still spoke in shaky syllables.

"Yeah, I learn tricks like pinwheel , helix aerial, kiss goodbye and such."

"And you didn't taped the blade?"

"...I am a very chaotic and lazy person, Corpse."

You two laughed the intensity of the room. Your heart blooming at the idea that Corpse was genuinely worried about you but you sighed, getting ahead of yourself only landed you for disappointment and realistic bitterness.

"You...You were really worried about me there, weren't you Corpse?" You rhetorically asked in a shy manner, your mind and ,more,your heart needed to hear this for some reason.

"Y-Yeah, goofball. You got me there for a second. "

"Awww, don't worry my petit orchid. I ain't going nowhere. "

Not with my heart beating so fast and the pressure I have on my guts and the end of my lungs.

"P-Promise?"

"I would pinky promise the fuck out of you, my little orchid. Unfortunately ,I cannot. "

"Maybe some time in the future ?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, your own grin becoming bigger because of that. This manz raises my serotonin like no one's business.

"Of course, Corpse. Whenever you are ready ."

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The rest of the night was spent watching cheap movies ,roasting the unrealistic characters and taking occasional breaks to regain your brain cells back.

"You been quiet."

You jumped ,stabbing your pointing finger with a sewing needle. You hissed as you moved to pull it out of your finger.

"Ghost ,what happened?"

"I was...ah shit...this will hurt."

You clenched your teeth and groaned as you pull the long glimmering needle out ,your skin reddening immediately as a bit of blood sprung out.

"Ghost? Goofball,please answer. "

"Y-yeah, I am fine. You scared me when you started to so the needle I am using went into my finger. It hurts."

"I am sorry,but what do you use the needle for?"

"Decorative sewing. "

"And whatcha making?"

"A flower ...for you!"

"Awww....that's so cute. You don't have to."

"BUT I WANT...I mean it's cool ,don't worry about it."

You stupid fucking dinosaur... You mumbled under your breath as you continued on your work, red cheeks of pure embarrassment.

Your pitiful attempt of covering your slip up was rewarded with one of his angelic chuckles, you seemed to make him laugh a lot. That's a good thing,right? Maybe he's just laughing at your clowny ass...

You huffed, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. Oh how you hated those belittling thoughts, they did nothing but ruin everything for you.

Or maybe you ruin them yourself..

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Ah,shit!

"Sorry ,Corpse, not you. I just...I lost myself in thought, hahaha...yeah thought. "

You slapped yourself so hard,your head was dizzy for it.

"Are you sure everything is fine ,goofball. I am always here for you."

Aww...

You sighed, tired all of sudden. "Yeah, orchid. I am fine,thanks for asking. "

"No need.I care about you, you know? A lot."

The last part was said in such a low tone that your ears couldn't pick it up. Unfortunately for Corpse who was busy playing with his sweater paws to calm his nerves.

"I care about you too ,Corpse. I think I will go. Good night !"

"'Night."

The reason why I am so worried about you ,Ghost, is because I don't think you realise ...

"... how lovely you are."

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the part six of this serie, it's bit shorter but I wanted it to be after the last part.

I am interested in what do you think will happen next.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged💖:@moolujk @magenta-skyline @cherry-piee @yoyoanaria @yikesyikesyikes95 @softboiicorpse @heavenly3308 @simonsbluee @mythicalamphitrite @gaysludge

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy

[florenceandthemachine]

@hearteyesforbuck asked:

I have been dying for a meet-cute au where Eddie takes Chris to the gym once a week and they box a little together before Eddie spars; usually Chris sits by the ring and reads but one day Eddie finds him laying on a bench, lifting an empty bar while this really cute blond guy spots him and gives him encouragement ....

guess who’s asks are still broken?

Tumblr keeps adding the “Read More” into the ask box, which breaks the entire post when I try to post it. Why is it happening? No idea, but if anyone knows how to fix it, please let me know, this is getting really old.

anyway, fun fact that I just learned about myself—if you want me to dedicate 100% of my brainpower to writing 4.5k of something in one sitting, you just throw in Christopher Diaz.

Eddie liked to think of himself as some kind of a “do it yourself” kind of dad.

Most of the time, that was a good thing.

Kitchen faucet broke? No worries, Eddie has some plumbers tape and three different YouTube videos telling him how to fix it.

Car wouldn’t start? Not a problem, Eddie bought the full repair manual offline and knows his way around a wrench.

Christopher needed forty gluten free, egg free, dairy free cupcakes for class tomorrow? Eddie was perfectly capable of... admitting when he was outmatched by a stand mixer and calling thirteen local bakeries to see if they delivered, because his car still wasn’t starting.

Point is, if there was a way he could work on something, Eddie would at least try it—and needless to say, that got a little complicated where Christopher was involved.

Eddie still wanted to do a lot of it on his own. Chris was his kid, and no one else's, and he didn’t even like being away from him while Chris was at school—he wasn’t sure if that was guilt stemming from leaving Chris as a kid, or guilt about introducing Shannon back into his life only to have her wind up dead, or guilt about... well, pick-a-thing, but he was pretty damn sensitive about what he perceived he could do to help his kid.

Which is why, when Chris’ physical therapist gave Eddie some suggestions about how Chris could work on strength training at home, Eddie dove completely into the deep end, head first, no floaties.

Working on Chris’ fine motor skills had been cake. Writing, drawing, arts and crafts, even playing video games, all helped improve Chris’ hand eye coordination (and if Eddie ran out of room on the fridge for Chris’ masterpieces and started framing them instead, well, that was his own business, no matter how nosy the busybodies at Michael’s got).

Working on his gross motor skills, though, that was another story. They could go on walks, sure, and they did every day. Eddie could hook up the trail-a-bike to his own once or twice a week so Chris could ride along with him, without worrying about his balance, but those were both leg heavy activities—and while it was great that Chris was building his core strength and leg strength, Eddie wasn’t about to just strap a wrist weight to Chris’ arms and call it a ‘well rounded workout’.

Short of more physical therapy, Eddie was at a loss as to what to do—so when Google Maps pushed him off the 101 to avoid a wreck on his way home from work and he got caught by a stop light right next to "Ricky’s Boxing Gym”, Eddie felt like his prayers had been answered.

Over the next few months, they had set up a pretty good routine. Eddie would bring Chris to the gym, they would hop into one of the many rings, and he and his son would get a half hour of quality time, three times a week. Eddie had his own set of boxing mitts, and Chris thought that spending a half hour trying to punch his dad’s hand was the most fun a kid could have after school. Chris would tire himself out and sit on the bench, drawing or reading for a while more, while Eddie would actually spar with one of the staff members, get his own workout in, and then they’d go home.

Nine times out of ten, they’d stop for ice cream or pizza, and completely undo any of the workout they had actually done, but Eddie thought that was a small price to pay for the whoop of joy Chris let out when he actually managed to hit Eddie’s glove dead center.

Eddie’s sparring partner of choice (well, after Chris) was Tommy Kinard. He was nice enough, and kept Eddie on his toes, giving him plenty of time to look over to Chris to make sure he was safe, and happy, and occupied, and (“Dad, I’m fine! Go punch someone!”) okay, maybe he was helicoptering a little bit. He hadn’t really thought it was a problem until Kinard went on paternity leave, leaving him in the capable, and brutal, hands of Boscoe.

Boscoe was a beast. He didn’t know her first name—didn’t know if she had a first name—but what she lacked in pleasantries she more than made up with strength. If Eddie was being honest, though, he kind of loved it; even after the first day they sparred together, when he wound up limping into the 118, proudly admitting to Hen that he had been beat up by a girl.

The thing was, Boscoe was intense, and while that was a good thing, it gave him less of a chance to helicopter over Chris.

Which, okay, maybe that was a good thing too. Whatever.

He knew the gym pretty well by that point, and knew the people who worked there, knew he could trust Chris with any of them—which is why when he looked up after dodging a jab from Boscoe, and saw Chris absent from his bench, he only panicked a little bit.

When he managed to take a wider look around the gym and saw a familiar pair of shoes laying down on a workout bench, the rest of him obscured by a bigger, bulkier body, that panic went from 0-60 real quick.

“Hey!”

He only barely managed to dodge a glancing blow from Boscoe as he ducked beneath the ropes, grabbing a towel to blot at his face as he hopped down. His voice was little more than a quick bark through the gym as he stepped around another group of machines, his frantic pace slowing a little as he got into earshot.

“... yeah, come on buddy, you can do it! Come on, give me one more rep! You got this little man!”

Fuck, had this stranger actually given Chris a set of weights?

His temper was white hot by the time he finally got around the front of the machine, opening his mouth to shout, to get a manager, to do something, but the words died in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

Because Chris was definitely on the bench, and he definitely had his hands on the bar—the bar that was completely devoid of weights, Eddie noticed, the same bar that had two much larger, stronger hands attached to them. Hands that were probably doing all the actual work of lifting the bar, because Chris was laying back, unable to speak, because he was giggling so hard.

The bar landed back on the rack with a dull thunk as Chris pulled his hands back, sticking them straight up in the air triumphantly as he sat up. The man behind the bar gave a big show of leaning against the frame of the bench dramatically, fanning himself, giving Eddie a full view of an employee shirt, name badge, and the gym logo stitched across the polo he was wearing.

Whelp, that was almost very embarrassing for him.

“Holy cow, that was such a good job! Man, you have got to be the strongest kid I’ve ever met in my life!”

“Dad, did you see me? Buck says I’m super strong!”

Eddie had to admit, he was a little thrown by whatever was happening here, but Chris was obviously having a good time, and he felt the white hot anger dissipate into something a little less angry and a little more embarrassed.

“That was some pretty impressive work, buddy! Have you been holding out on me?” Eddie dipped down and tossed a few playful jabs at Chris, selfish only because he wanted to prolong the joy his son was obviously feeling, but it was all worth it as he was handsomely rewarded when Chris started giggling again.

The man—Buck, Eddie gathered—laughed, drawing Eddie’s attention upward, and for a moment, his brain short circuited, because there was no way on earth a gym rat could be this... pretty.

Because damn. Buck was pretty.

Pretty enough that Eddie was easily distracted, waxing poetic (internally, thankfully) about beefy arms and a plush lip that he didn’t notice what was happening until Buck stuck a hand out, smiling, and Eddie could only guess what was going on. He reached out and took the hand, his own smile hitching as Buck’s face slipped into confusion.

“Uhh—”

“...I was asking if you wanted me to take your towel for you and get you a fresh one.”

Oh. Right. Towel.

Eddie’s face burned as he pulled the towel off his shoulder, handing it over, giving a too-tight laugh as he nodded his head. “Yes! If you could get me a new towel so I could strangle myself in embarrassment, that would be great.”

Well, at the very least, that got Buck to laugh again—death would be worth it if that was the last sound he heard. “Sorry I kind of stole your kid. He was wandering in between the machines, and it’s my first week off of the evening shift, so I just wanted to make sure he didn’t get hurt—but then he started asking about all the weights and pulleys and stuff, you have a really smart kid!”

Total Gym Hottie (Buck, his mind corrected. If he was going to drool over someone the least he could do was use their name) was complimenting his kid now, and Eddie was so star struck he was actually proud to say he didn’t stumble when Buck nudged his shoulder, head jerking back to the ring he had abandoned.

"...anyway, I think strangulation is the least of your worries, if I know that look, Boscoe has an entirely different death planned for you if you don’t get back in the ring. Go on, I’ll help little man here wheel you out on a gurney when she’s done with you.”

Buck sounded way too positive about that, and it was all Eddie could do to groan and walk back to the ring, tail between his legs.

Sure enough, even after he had the next day off, he was still sore when he walked into the 118 for his next shift.

--

Buck became easily, seamlessly, a part of their routine, in a way that probably deserved a little more insight on Eddie’s part, but insight was for suckers. At least two days out of the week, their schedules aligned—Eddie and Chris still worked on their exercises, but now it included Buck giving a dramatic play by play on the sidelines, talking up Chris like an announcer, or just otherwise causing shenanigans.

It was worth it, easily, because while Chris was certainly never a negative kid, Eddie had never seen him in brighter spirits. And Buck... well, anyone that could find a way to help out his son in a way that Chris clearly enjoyed earned an instant gold star in Eddie’s book. The fact that he was easy on the eyes wasn’t a bad thing, either.

“Diaz, I swear to God—”

Eddie only barely ducked under Boscoe’s extended hand, forcibly rooting himself back in the moment, looking guiltily back to her instead of watching Buck and Chris.

“—can you pay attention for like three minutes so I can hit you without feeling bad about it?”

Eddie tried, he really did, but it was hard. A few weeks had gone by since their initial meeting, and Eddie had gone from “wow he’s pretty” to “full high school crush” in no time flat. It wasn’t his fault, though—because what sealed the deal wasn’t the moment Buck had switched to tank tops over polos, or how happy Eddie was to spend time staring at Buck’s magnificent ass (and it was really, really magnificent, let the record show), it was how he interacted with Chris that sent him over the edge.

Buck was good with Chris, but somehow that was the understatement of the year. He was kind, and he was bubbly, and he was just in sync in a way that Eddie wasn’t even sure he had reached, and Chris was his son. Buck was patient in a way that seemed effortless, easily slowing himself down or changing what he was doing when he noticed Chris struggling, wether it was in going over a math problem while Eddie got the crap beat out of him or just showing him how some of the different machines worked.

Hell, right now, Eddie had his hands securely around Chris’ hips as he lifted the other male to a chin-up bar, helping Chris count out the pull-up’s he was doing—and while all Eddie could hear was Chris’ laughter, all he could see were the thick cords of muscle attached to Buck’s arms, lifting Chris like he weighed nothing.

Eddie wondered, not for the first time, if Buck could lift him like that.

Like she was a horrible mind reading pervert, Boscoe smacked him with an open hand—not hard enough to hurt, but not soft enough that he was going to ignore it.

“Diaz, this will be our last session together. Kinard is back next week—” Another punch, a quick jab that Eddie blocked with his forearms. “—so the least you could do is focus on me and not the apple of your eye over there.”

“Buck isn’t the apple of my—fuck—my eye, grow up.” Eddie huffed as he threw out a punch of his own, his hand knocked away violently, only barely dodging the sharp hook that Boscoe sent to him.

“God, I was talking about your kid, Diaz. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Oh.

Ignoring how red his face was, Eddie grumbled and threw another quick jab, though he missed completely as Boscoe stepped back, a grin on her face, and Eddie knew better than to trust that look. The last time he trusted that look, he had been talked into fighting bare-handed, and he still wasn’t sure his knuckles would ever really work again.

“You know, Kinard is supposed to take you back as a client, but I bet if you asked nice enough...”

Oh no.

“Hey, Buck!”

Oh no. Eddie looked up in horror as Buck easily lifted Christopher onto his shoulders—god, so much muscle—and jogged over, with the nerve to not even be out of breath when he smiled up to the pair in the ring. Eddie bit his tongue and leaned over to high five his kid, fully prepared to deal with whatever terrible thing was about to come his way.

“Kinard was supposed to take Diaz here back after he’s off leave next week, but I know he wanted to ease back into things after being away from the gym for a few months. You think you could spar with him in the interim?”

Oh, no, didn’t seem to cover it anymore. Eddie was having a hard enough time focusing on the task at hand when Buck was in the same building, he would be signing his own death certificate if he had to stare Buck in the face, and then try to hit said face. He hadn’t even seen Buck break a sweat before—he didn’t know if his little bisexual heart could take it.

He was somehow both relieved and regretful when Buck shook his head, looking plenty apologetic as he pulled Chris up and off of his shoulders, making sure that he was steady on his feet before he leaned up against the ropes. “Sorry, Eddie. I don’t really box, and besides, I think Chris and I are making real progress while you get your butt kicked. Show him the guns, Chris!” Buck said, and Chris immediately started some classic strong-man poses, Buck posing dramatically behind him, and Eddie felt his heart melt for two entirely different reasons.

Buck turned around mid pose as the door chime went off, giving Eddie ample time to count out the individual strands of muscle fiber in the moment before Buck relaxed, turning with a smile back to the gang in the ring. “Lena, that's my next client. Chris, Eddie, I’ll see you both next week, yeah?” He said with a grin before he fist bumped Chris and waved to Eddie, slipping back into Professional Buck mode. Eddie waved back, brows almost in his hairline as he looked back to Boscoe, who was scowling at him.

“So—”

“No, Diaz.”

“Wait, why not? Buck gets to call you Lena!”

“Beat me in the ring as often as Buck does and I’ll consider it.”

Eddie had his mouth open to retort when Chris cut him off, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he tilted his head. “Can I call you Lena?”

She didn’t even hesitate a moment, nodding her head seriously. “You can absolutely call me Lena, squirt.”

Chris promptly stuck his tongue out at his dad, and Eddie reacted in sort, falling to the floor of the ring as he grabbed at his chest. “The nerve! Betrayed by my own child, my own flesh and blood!”

Chris looked thoroughly unimpressed, sitting back on the bench as he started to pack up his schoolwork. “Lena, can you tell my dad to stop being such a drama queen?”

It wasn’t until they were both in the car, that Eddie, thoroughly beaten down by his son, his trainer, and his own brain for providing a play by play of Buck that day while he was in the locker room shower stall, really thought about what Buck said.

He didn’t box. Which was strange enough in a boxing gym, but whatever, there were plenty of machines that Buck could be working on instead.

But them Boscoe (god, he couldn’t even call her Lena in his head, it felt like she would figure it out and beat him to death) basically admitted that Buck regularly whooped her behind the ropes

If Buck wasn’t boxing in a boxing gym, what the hell was he doing?

--

As it turned out, Eddie didn’t have to wait long to figure it out. Barely a week had passed before Eddie had received a call from Chim, all but begging Eddie to switch shifts so he could take the girl he had been seeing out on a proper date. The switch was a no brainer—Maddie seemed like a great girl, and as much shit as he gave Chim for... well, being Chim, he obviously wanted to see his teammate happy, especially when the only thing he would have to change was a gym day from a Monday to a Sunday.

If he had known that this would be the day that sealed his fate, he probably would have reconsidered the switch all together.

The gym was packed—which probably wasn’t surprising for a weekend day, but damn, Eddie had been glad he booked a ring with Kinard ahead of time. It was nice to see a familiar face in the gym anyway, one that wasn’t trying to beat the crap out of him in the ring, and once Kinard joined up with them, it was easy to shoot the shit. Eddie congratulated him on his step into fatherhood, ruffling Chris’ hair as he did—not that Chris noticed, busy scanning through the machines for a familiar blond head.

Not that Eddie could judge, when he was doing the same thing.

“Hey, I’m gonna toss my stuff in a locker. See you out here in a sec?”

“Yeah, sounds good! Buck and Boscoe are almost done in their ring, we have it next.”

Eddie was halfway to the locker room before what Kinard had said clicked in his brain, and he immediately did a 180, making a beeline to the rings set up on the far side of the gym, easily spotting the pair when he knew what to look for.

It was no wonder that neither he nor Chris had recognized Buck when they walked in—he was literally drenched in sweat, his usually fluffy blonde hair dark and slicked to his forehead, scowling around his mouth guard as he danced around Boscoe.

Boscoe, who Eddie had never seen so worked up. Damn, she really hadn’t even had to try during his matches. Wasn’t that a blow to the ego.

No, Buck definitely wasn’t a boxer, because this was a dance. Every move he made, he made with his entire body, his energy flowing through each form, moving easily and gracefully in a way that shouldn’t have been possible with such an incredible amount of force and flat out violence. He almost felt dazed as he followed Buck’s movements, but in the best possible way, his eyes snapping back and forth as he tried to trace where one hit ended and the next began.

“Wow.”

Eddie was glad that Chris said it, because he still couldn’t find the muscles needed to pick his jaw up off the floor. He didn’t know if Chris had followed him over to the ring or if his Buck-radar was just that good, but for the time being, Eddie was more than thankful for the minute distraction as he ruffled his kids hair again.

Boscue was moving more desperately as the match continued, launching into a series of quick jabs, but even Eddie could see where that was her downfall. Buck knocked her arm back with her last punch and sent a kick straight for her shoulder, but then he twisted his entire body off of the mat and his other leg was in the air too, and Eddie instinctively sucked in a breath as Buck locked her neck between his thighs. They both came crashing down to the mat, struggling impressively until Boscoe slapped Buck’s thigh twice, and then—

—and then Buck was all smiles again, beaming as he released her and took a knee on the ring, helping her back into a sitting position, spitting out his mouth guard with an excited moment of praise for her technique.

Eddie could not compute. This was his downfall. Eddie is dead, long live Eddie.

“Holy cow, Buck! That was amazing! You’re like... you’re like a ninja crime fighting super hero!”

Well, that was one way to put it.

Buck’s head whipped around at Chris’ excited outburst, lighting up when he spotted Eddie and Chris near the bench, eagerly scooting forward into a sitting position closer to the ropes.

“Thanks, little man! That was some mixed martial arts, it’s super fun. I’ve been teaching Lena for a few years, she’s getting pretty good!”

Buck’s grin slid into something a little more proud and pleased as he looked to Eddie, and Eddie felt every muscle in his body tighten as Buck’s gaze burned through him.

“What did you think of that leg lock, Eddie? Total knock out, right?”

Oh fuck, was Buck flirting with him now? That had to have been flirty, right? Come on, Brain, do something.

“... legs.”

“...my legs?”

“Buck, your... your legs.”

Buck’s smile looked a little more pinched as Eddie groaned, shaking his head. “Okay, I, I’m sorry, but I have to ask you this or I will completely die. Can I take you out to dinner sometime? I know a great place off the strip, you’ll love it, my treat.”

The look on Buck’s face was skeptical, at best, but at least he wasn’t shutting him down, giving Eddie the benefit of the doubt (and giving him a moment to get his brain back online). “Because of my legs?”

“No. Well, okay, you have amazing legs. And arms, though, and like... a stupidly handsome face, and I would be blind not to notice those things—” shit, Eddie probably sounded like such a shallow asshole right now. “—but I’m asking because you’re really smart. And you’re kind, so kind to Chris too, and you’re patient, and... Buck, you’re really really sweet. And I would love to take you out for a dinner date the moment you can look past my apparent inability to form a single coherent thought.”

After a moment that felt much longer than the three seconds it was, Buck sighed and leaned past Eddie, looking critically to Chris. He slid down to his stomach, squinting as he dropped down to eye level with the boy. “What do you think, Chris? Should I give your dad a shot?”

Well, at the very least, Buck was asking the one person that Eddie knew he always had in his corner; and sure enough, Chris delivered. “I think so. Dad really likes you.”

That’s his boy.

“Last week he spent my whole entire physical therapy appointment telling Dr. Wilson how much help you gave me and how nice you were and how much he appreciated it. It got kinda annoying.”

...well damn, Eddie wasn’t expecting to be called out by his own kid like that, but if the suddenly soft look Buck was giving him was any indication, it might have been the necessary push to get him to understand how serious Eddie was.

Eddie tried to keep his excitement tamped down when Buck nodded, sitting back up. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. Only because you managed to ask me out before I could ask you.”

Wait, Buck wanted to ask him out anyway?

“If you can land three hits on me in three minutes—should be easy after spending a weeks with Boscoe—then you can pick the time, the place, and I’ll even talk Lena in to letting you call her Lena. But if you don’t...” Buck reached through the ropes to help Eddie up, tossing him a wrap for his hands as he did. “... then I get to pick the time, the place, and you start training with me in MMA instead of going back to boring old boxing.”

Eddie blinked at him in abject horror as Buck dipped his voice low, seeing with terrible clarity exactly where Boscoe had learned her terrifying grin.

“That way you can see my leg choke up close and personal. Deal?”

The stakes were too high, and Eddie couldn’t say no.

He was screwed.

He was elated.

But fuck, he was screwed.

(Three minutes later, Buck asked if Eddie was free on Friday at seven, promised to pick somewhere nice, and gave him a searing kiss before he disappeared into the staff locker room. Eddie, on the other hand, needed a spatula to peel himself off of the floor of the ring.

He had never been so happy that he could barely move in his life.)

#911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddiefic #911fic #flospeaks #hearteyesforbuck #meet cute #gymfic #gym au #buck isn't a firefighter #but Eddie still is #still pretty canon if you look hard enough #also I love Chris with all my heart #Eddie wants to be crushed between bucks thighs and honestly?.... #same #eddie takes buck down a year and a half later in his first successful leg choke and buck is so proud he proposes the next day #mutually assured devotion

[19cb97]

CB's Room 🐺 Ep. 34

Genre: SMUT(ish?), Camboy!Chan

Warnings: shitty writing???, dirty talk, handjob, daddy kink kinda ,,,

A/N: I just really wanted a camboy!chan so I did it myself. I don't usually write smut so I'm SORRY I'm better at reading it y'know. Thinking this might be a small series,,, maybe,,,,,, can I? or shall I? 

For the bestest Chan Whore, @starrychannies, please I hope you like it~~

(gif not related I just kinda wanted to add a gif hehe)

CB97 is now ONLINE.

Leaning back on his chair he fixed the angle of the camera, his face and chest the only things still in frame. "Night angels, it's been a while, ¿Yeah? ¿Did y'all miss me?" The blonde-haired boy ran a hand through his messy locks, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he read through the answers. "Mmm... You did miss daddy... That's nice to hear. I missed my babies too. Work has been taking up a lot of my time lately, 'm so, so stressed. ¿Are you gonna help me? ¿Are you gonna help daddy de-stress tonight?"

Chan loved to see how eager people got for him and how fast all of his viewers submitted to him, it was the feeling of power that turned him on, unlike other streamers who got off at the feeling of being watched. "You'll have to wait a bit longer though, daddy needs to finish this track first... Ah, that's right. No touching until I say so, ¿Alright my angels?... " The young boy talked to the camera smoothly, knowing that even if he couldn't physically control his babies, they wouldn't dare to disobey anyway. His eyes were still fixed on the bigger screen behind his laptop when he began talking again. "I know you guys missed me so much, ¿I was thinking maybe you wouldn't mind going a little softer tonight?" Chan's attention was brought back to his stream at the constant sound of comments being sent. "Ah, y'all so eager, so needy... ¿All for me? ¿Hmm?... Alright, let's get down to business." The boy rested his weight on the back of his chair as his one hand slowly made its way down his torso. The blond rolled his chair back a little, letting his viewers have a better look at his body, or more accurately, at the restrained bulge inside his pants. "Sadly, I don't have much time so we won't be able to play much... But I hope we can make the best out of this anyway..." Chan's hand reached his crotch drawing a small sigh from between his lips. His palm pressed down on his member as he bit his lip trying not to be too loud. "Mmm... C'mon angels, help daddy out, I can't do this alone now, ¿Can I?"

Chan's hands continued working over his clothed member for a few minutes until the first tips started rolling in, making him smirk. Now, he didn't exactly do his streams for the money. He didn't exactly need it, anyway, but if his viewers wanted to get something from him they knew Chan wasn't going to give it to them for free. "Ah- alright, thank you for that lovelies..." The boy stood up and started lowering his pants alongside his boxers, letting his dick jump freely out of its cage. His hand closed around his erection as he sat down again, his fingers squeezing ever so slightly but enough to make him whimper softly. "God how do I wish one of you was here sucking me off right now..." Chan smiled at the sound of more tips rolling in and brought back his attention to the chat, his right hand painfully still around his cock while his left crept slowly under his shirt. "You guys want me to take this off too, ¿Uh? Can't do, I'm still at the studio..." The boy smiled wider as he started pulling up his shirt enough for his viewers to see his toned stomach.

As much as Chan had a dominant role while the show went on and as much as he loved being a tease, his viewers knew pretty well how much of a sucker for praise the young one was, and so in no time the chat was flooded with comments about how beautiful his body was. "You guys are being so good to daddy... C'mon, everyone grab their toys, I want all of us to come together tonight."

Chan made himself comfortable, letting his head fall back to rest on the chair while his hand started moving up and down his dick slowly. When he said he didn't have much time he was being serious, but there was no way in hell he wasn't going to do his best to give back to his viewers. "Mmmm... ¿You would like to ride daddy?" He read one of the comments while licking his lower lip slightly. "I bet... You would give anything to have my cock buried deep inside of you, ¿Right? Give anything to make daddy feel good... ¿Would you ride me right here in this chair? ¿Hm?" The boy took a small bottle of lube from his bag while speaking, making sure to use enough so his hand could smoothly move all over his length. The way his fingers ran through the head of his cock and his thumb played on his slit sending him near the edge way too fast for his liking. A deep moan sounding from the back of his throat at one specific comment. "God yes, I would love to bend you over my desk babygirl... Fuck- I would fuck you so good people would hear you even through the soundproof walls." A sigh escaped his lips at the idea of fucking someone right now, the grip on his dick tightening and the precum already spilling. "Ah, shit... ¿Will you take daddy's cum? Daddy's gonna fill you up so well, you are my little whore, ¿Right? ¿And you're going to take all of my cum up your pretty little pussy?"

Chan's hand couldn't go faster even if he wanted to, the only audible thing in the room being the sound of the boy's fist moving rapidly up and down his shaft. A low, almost animalistic growl escaping Chan's mouth the moment his cum started spilling onto the floor.

A smile crept up the male's face as his hand's movement stilled, and with a few thank you's and some small promises leaving his lips, the live ended.

CB97 is now OFFLINE.

#i dont know how to tag things #but like #anyway #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #dom!chan #dom!bangchan #camboy!chan #camboy!bangchan #stray kids imagine #stray kids au #bang chan imagine #bang chan au #bang chan scenario #bang chan blurb #bang chan stray kids #stray kids chan #skz au #stray kids hard hours #stray kids dark hours

[m4st4rd]

the sugar bowl

author’s note: hello friends! the wonderful @guaxinimraccoon has let me use their equally wonderful characters, Brad, Toby, and Siri, to write a fic! please go check them out-- their art is super awesome. i ended up writing a lot more than i expected, but i still love it! this was super fun to make and i’m excited to see what you guys think :). enjoy!

warnings: mild panic & mild swearing but that’s about it

word count: 2.4k

part one | part two 

 “TOBY? ARE YOU READY?”

   After a fitful sleep, Tobias could barely stand to listen to the noise around him. It wasn’t much: the water rushing through the pipes, the skitter of the mice outside his home in the walls. And now, Siri tugging on his leg as he struggled to relax on his hacky-sack chair. 

   “C’mon, man,” she said, huffing a laugh. “You promised you’d grab some more paper and bread like, yesterday. And that you would get sugar.” Toby didn’t know why she even had the time to pick up a hobby as boring as drawing. There wasn’t much to draw in their little home. He’d rather just try and continue his eventful dream instead of getting dressed just for some scraps.

   But he had to. It was his duty as a borrower and as Siri’s best friend. 

   “Alright, alright.” He got to his feet and ran his hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “But this means you’re making dinner tonight, right?” Before she could protest, he added, “Better start cooking that soup now.”

   Siri put on a pouty glare, but her pointed ears twitched with amusement. “Yeah. Whatever,” she mumbled. But she couldn’t keep her face up long. Soon, it disappeared into a grin. He wasn’t prepared when she threw her arms around his neck in an excited hug. “You’re the best, Toby.”

   Tobias couldn’t stop himself from smiling, too. “Yeah. I know.”

   She waved as he disappeared down the corridor. Neither of them could’ve known what was waiting for him.

***

   Ever since Brad moved out of his parents’ place, he knew only one thing: solitary. Not that he necessarily minded — he wasn’t the most extroverted person. Even in college, he would stay in his dorm with a pizza and Netflix while his roommate hit frat parties. In the two years they lived together, they must’ve only spoken a total of eleven words to each other. 

   But what he did mind was the endless, repetitive schedule. Wake up, check his phone. Have breakfast, take a shower, brush his teeth, pop an aspirin for his morning headache. Head to work and return to boxed mac-n-cheese dinner (or, if he was feeling adventurous, spaghetti). He wanted something exciting, even if excitement, for him, meant taking a different route to work. But he was too afraid of change.

   What he found on Saturday evening really threw a wrench into the gears of his brain.

   He got home to an empty apartment. Nothing special: a hand-me-down couch next in front of a 90s TV. He contemplated just napping on the couch for a bit before dinner, but he never did that. So instead, Brad took off his shoes, hung up his coat, and headed to the kitchen. There was some leftover tuna salad that he could munch on if he didn’t feel like cooking.

   Nothing special. 

   That is, until he stood up. 

   He probably wouldn’t have heard it if he was distracted, but it was real and oh-so-soft. A rustle from deep inside his cabinet. Brad could feel his heart stop. Did he have mice? No, that couldn’t be. He cleaned out his cupboard pretty frequently. Bugs? That would be even worse. 

   Shff. There it was again. It sounded too… heavy to be a roach. Whatever the little thing was, it rattled his cereal boxes. And then, the telltale clatter of the sugar bowl top falling onto the shelf. 

   Wait, what? Okay. That was weird. Brad took a deep breath. His interest had piqued. He had to see what this thing was.

   With a silent prayer, he opened the cabinet. 

***

   Paper? Check. Bread? Check. Toby was still dusting his knees off as he remembered that he was still missing something: sugar. With a groan, he got to his feet and shuffled over to his hook. “Damn Siri and her sweet tooth,” he muttered (though he’d never admit to her that he enjoyed something sweet every now and then).

   He didn’t notice the front door open and the giant enter. He was distracted by the looming jar in front of him. It was difficult getting the lid off, but with a sharp tug and a grunt, it fell to the floor of the cabinet and he prepared to dive in to get a cube. 

   But before he could get very far, the cabinet door swung open, and light invaded. 

   And Toby was face-to-face with the human of the apartment.

   Brad wasn’t sure what he was looking at. A little man…? A four-inch-tall person, not much bigger than his finger, was standing by his sugar bowl. Pointed ears, wild, electric blue hair, and even wilder eyes stared him down. A patchy bag sat at his feet, and patchy clothing hung off of his thin frame. Was he drunk? High? Did someone roofie his coffee?

   Whatever composure Brad had left him. “Wow,” he whispered. Just a breath seemed like enough to knock the little guy over. “Hey, there, du—”

   Toby didn’t hesitate to whip his needle out. “Back!” he tried to snap, though it was more like a squeak. God, he must’ve looked pathetic. His legs were jelly. Every bit of him trembled. “St-stay back!”

   The giant blinked. He shook his head of shaggy black hair, rubbed his eyes with unfathomably huge fists. Toby did his best to suppress a lame whimper when those hands appeared. “So I’m not dreaming,” he said, more to himself than to Toby. It took every ounce of courage not to cry. 

   The bean, however, seemed to notice his fear. “Wait, little dude, hey…” He eyed the needle warily. “You don’t hafta be afraid.” Toby didn’t believe him for a second. 

   The borrower looked suspicious. “Back up,” the little guy growled, and surprisingly, Brad obliged. He took a step away so he didn’t tower over him (and so he didn’t suffer the wrath of his needle). 

   How did Brad look right now? He wasn’t the biggest person around, but he certainly wasn’t the smallest in his family. Even so, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He couldn’t even bring himself to squish spiders. He’d always trap them in a cup and usher them onto the balcony. This little person, though, didn’t know that. He held his needle-sword up high, his toothpick arms shaking all the while. It practically broke Brad’s heart.

   What’s this guy doing? Toby thought. Nothing was stopping him from snatching him up in a fist and stuffing him in a jar or a shoebox. Was he luring him into a false sense of safety just so his experiments would hurt more? Was he p—

   “Hey, man, you okay?” The bean’s thick brows were knit together with concern. “You’re looking a little pale.”

   “Wouldn’t y-you be?” Toby scoffed before he could stop himself. Man, I’m so dead. “I-I-I mean, someone as big as you is a little Goddamn terrifying! God knows what the hell you’re gonna do to me! ” He snapped his mouth shut. He’s gonna fucking kill me for real now. 

   “What I’m gonna d— No, buddy, I swear I’m n—”

   “Stay. Back.” Holy fuck, what am I doing?! Toby thought. The most he could do was poke the bean’s finger with his needle, but that would only make him angry. He contemplated running, but his thought dissipated when he realized the giant would have plenty of time to stop him.

   Brad’s jaw went slack. For such a little guy, he sure was brave. But after a beat, his words finally sunk in. “Wait. C’mon, man. I’m not— I’m not gonna do anything to you. I’m just. I’m just surprised. I mean, it’s not every day you find a little man in your cabinet.” With a chuckle, he asked, “So are you gonna start paying me rent, or what?” It didn’t immediately dawn on him that this tiny person probably didn’t know what rent even was.

   Toby frowned. What the hell is this guy talking about? More to the point, what game is he playing? 

   With a frown, Brad took another small step back so he didn’t smother the little guy and held up his palms. “Okay, okay, look. I promise I’m not gonna hurt you. Cool?” He didn’t respond, but his shaking arm did lower the needle a bit. That’s a start. 

   Brad heaved a sigh that ruffled Toby’s wild hair. “Right. Uhm. I’m… I’m sorry for scaring you, dude. I didn’t mean it. I swear.” He fiddled with his thumbs. A shy look crept over his face. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Brad. What’s your name?”

   For a moment, Brad was afraid that the guy was too terrified to answer. But then came the timid voice, so quiet compared to the man’s earlier jab. “Toby.” 

   Just play it cool, Toby thought. Do what he wants and maybe he’ll let you live.

   “Toby. That’s a cool name.” A set of teeth that could snap Toby in half without a second thought were bared at him in a wide smile. Toby could barely hold his ground without flinching. “Wait… You were here for food, right?” 

   Toby’s heart skipped a beat. “You… You’re not mad, a-are you?”

   “No!” Brad said, maybe a little too quickly, because the little guy— Toby — flinched. “I promise I’m not mad,” he added. “Y’know, I was, uh. I was gonna have dinner, anyway. How ‘bout you eat with me? You look like you could use a hot meal.”

   “Oh,” Toby said lamely. His head was going a million miles an hour. Was this Brad guy serious? He just found a tiny creature going through his food, and he’s offering him dinner? It’s gotta be a joke, right? Some weird, fucked-up joke. But instead, what came out of his mouth was, “Uh. S-sure.” 

   Brad couldn’t stop a grin from crossing his face. “Cool. Cool, cool cool. How does pasta sound?”

   “P-pasta sounds great.” My God, Siri’s gonna kill me if this guy doesn’t.

   “Awesome. Wait here.” The bean ducked out of sight, his footsteps rattling Toby’s entire world. 

   Is this a trick? Is he gonna put something in the pasta? Why, why did I say yes?! God, Toby, you fuckin’— It took him a while, but Toby finally came to his senses: the giant was gone. 

   The giant was gone!

   He’d left him to his own devices. Never, in all of his years, had Toby heard of a human who would do that. His parents had always told him that humans were malevolent giants that wouldn’t let you go the minute they got their hands on you. Clearly, they were wrong. At least Brad wasn’t like that.

   In spite of that, Toby was scared shitless. Every cell in his body begged him to leave, but his feet were rooted to the spot. But did he want to leave? After all, the giant did just offer him a free meal. And he was nice. He didn’t grab Toby, or even talk too loud. And he listened. 

   One thought trumped all of that: Siri. God, she was probably terrified, wondering where her friend was. On the other hand, she might’ve been ready to jump him when he returned after a talk with a human. Should he go home, or risk it all for some pasta and the chance that he might not die?

   Toby was at a crossroads.

***

   Brad was over-the-moon. Who would’ve thought that he’d be making dinner for a little, blue-haired guy? An unknown roommate, a potential friend? This was the kind of change he needed.

   With a triumphant hiss, he pulled exactly what he needed from his desk drawer: a spool of stiff art wire from his more creative days. He could bend together a little set of utensils so the guy didn’t have to eat with his hands. 

   “Alright, buddy!” he called as he returned to his kitchen. “It won’t be much, but I promise it’ll be ta— Oh.” 

   The cupboard was empty. All that was left was the tiny patchwork bag near the sugar bowl. Somewhere, deep inside his chest, Brad’s heart broke just a little bit. Why am I feeling like this? For some tiny dude I met ten minutes ago?

   He let out a defeated sigh. Not that he could blame him. Brad couldn’t imagine how terrifying he must’ve seemed to a four inch tall man. Toby wasn’t even the size of his hand. It’s not your fault. With that in mind, he grabbed a pot from under the sink and started boiling water for his dinner. A pasta dinner just for him. Not for two.

   At least he knew he wasn’t dreaming.

***

   Toby was out of breath when he finally reached his door. 

   It was late, but Siri was definitely still up and waiting impatiently. How was he going to explain his borrowing run to her? If he told her he was spotted, they would without a doubt have to pack up and leave, which was tedious. That, and they probably would have to live with a human that didn’t have good snacks.

   He took a deep breath. He would be honest. Yeah, honest. Brad wasn’t murderous or enraged when he found Toby looting for sugar. He was good, and nice. Siri would understand. He pushed the door aside and entered his home. 

   Sure enough, Siri was waiting on his hacky-sack chair. But when she spotted him, she looked relieved, not angry. “Good grief!” she cried, charging into him. Her hands shook from where they rested on his arms. “Shit, Toby, were you gone a long time. I thought you were dead!” Toby didn’t have the energy to respond as she looked him up and down. “Where’s your bag?”

   Fuck. My bag. He must’ve left it by the sugar bowl in his desperation to leave. “Rats,” he said blankly. What happened to being honest?  “I ran into a couple of extra territorial ones on my way back. I gave them my bag to distract them so I could get away.” He feigned an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Siri. I’ll go again tomorrow. Promise.” 

   He prayed and prayed that Siri would believe him. With a sigh, she shook her head.

   “No, Toby, it’s okay.” His friend patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve had quite a day already. Go on and sit down, I’ll fix you a bowl.” As she turned away, every muscle in his body relaxed. He could’ve died twice today and still he managed to come out unhurt.

   Still. He flopped down in his hacky-sack chair and blew his bangs out of his face. There was something missing, and it wasn’t his borrowing bag.

   Why did he feel so bad?

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t writing #brad #toby #siri #not my characters #fluff #i am definitely gonna make a part 2 #this is so fun!!! #:) #mustard writes

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Gave Me the Blues and then Purple-Pink Skies

Part 1 | Part 2 (you’re here!) | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2,064

Warnings: Descriptions of an Earthquake (yes, another one, I know)

Summary: You and the Doctor enter the tunnel, but not is all as it seems. (I can’t write summaries to save my life I’m so sorry).

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reception on the first part (and my first reader insert ever!!) I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this one!

At the base of the tunnel, the music sang in the distant wind. It distracted you from whatever The Doctor said in response, and you didn’t notice the warm way she smiled at you, as if you’re happiness was the only thing she wanted to achieve.

The music drew you forward, and you took a couple of steps through the sand, stumbling slightly as you did so. “Exploring, right?” You said, turning back to The Doctor.

The Doctor gave you an odd look, her nose scrunched up as if she couldn’t quite work out what was completely going on. She nodded, squaring her shoulders and looking the tunnel dead on. “Yep, exploring. Let’s find out why you can hear music.”

It was difficult to tell from afar, but as you reached the mouth of the tunnel, you couldn’t help but notice just how dark it was inside. A small pit of dread settled into the base of your stomach.

The way the tunnel wound itself inside of the planet reminded you of Tarturas, a hole that just never ends. You took a deep breath, letting the excitement of discovery wash over you, because come on, it was a tunnel made of crystals.

You pulled out your phone as The Doctor stuck her hands into her pockets, fishing out her sonic. You flicked the torch on your phone on, and belatedly noticed that it wasn’t fully charged.

You hoped it would last however long the pair of you were inside the tunnel, you really didn’t want to have to rely on one light source. Beside you, The Doctor activated her screwdriver, the orange light casting a complementary glow with your phone, causing the crystals to shine.

Holding your phone in one hand, you ran your other hand over the crystal walls as you entered the tunnel. They felt surprisingly polished, with no jagged edges or any hint of a rough surface, and were pleasantly cool to the touch.

The ground below you was smooth, the sand making way to a red sort of dirt that reminded you of the land in cheesy western movies or the Australian Outback. It was solid under your feet, and you were grateful that you didn’t have to pull your way through thick sand anymore.

The Doctor was talking, she hadn’t really stopped since you had entered, which you were grateful for. Her voice was soothing, washing over you and keeping you grounded as the pair of you delved further into the tunnel, leaving the sunlight and heat behind you.

“It’s definitely a natural gemstone formation,” she was saying, and you realised that she was just as focused on the crystals as you were. “Looks a bit like sapphire, although I doubt that’s indigenous to this planet.”

An involuntary shiver ran down your spine, and you belatedly realised that inside the tunnel, the temperature had dramatically dropped. You curled your arms around your frame, rubbing your hands against your shoulders in a vain attempt to heat yourself up.

It was like walking through the cold produce aisle in the grocery store on a particularly warm day, it wasn’t cold enough for a jacket, but it still made goose-bumps raise on your arms in response.

It was strange, there was this unusual energy hanging in the tunnel. It was almost like you had stepped into another world (which was ironic considering the fact that you were literally on a different planet), like you were entering this ethereal plane upon invitation, rather than just genuine curiosity.

The Doctor could feel it too, and despite the small talk, you watched as she gazed down the length of the crystal tunnel as the pair of you walked, her eyes scanning them with a sort of intensity that you couldn’t quite name.

The path drew wider until it came to a small cavern, no bigger than your bedroom back on Earth, that forked off into six different paths.

You deflated a little bit. “Which one do we go down?” “Pick a number between one and ten, the first one that pops into your head.”

You tell her a number, more on instinct than anything else, then frown. “Wait, how come?” Her response was drowned out as a low growl came from the ground below your feet. Dread settled deep into your gut, it sounded just like the Earthquake earlier. Suddenly, the crystals began to shake, clacking against each other with a loud shrill that reminded you of glass repeatedly shattering.

“Doctor…” You said, apprehension laced in your voice.

The Doctor turned to you and pushed you into the tunnel that had the least amount of crystals, and you tumbled to the ground, pulling her down with you. Her body curled on top of you, acting like a human shield as the tunnel around you shook. Her body was warm against yours. You tried not to let it distract you.

There was another rumble and The Doctor gave out a yelp as some of the crystals above you began to splinter, collapsing to the ground around you. It was practically instinctual; you threw your arms over her head, a vain attempt to do what you could to shield her as dust began to dance in the air.

Perhaps it was because you were still winded from the blow to the floor, or perhaps it was because The Doctor was crouched over you and you couldn’t really see anything else except the top of her blonde head, but you were too disorientated to completely work out what was exactly going on.

It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, you had lost your phone in the tumble, and the sonic only provided so much light.

The noise was loud, there were shattering cracks all around you and the vibrations of the planet bore itself under your skin and into your bones. The dust stung your eyes and made your head throb.

It was like the onset of pollen in the beginning of Spring, but your body didn’t want to sneeze. You squeezed your eyes shut, clinging to The Doctor as she buried her head in the crook of your neck.

This Earthquake was shorter than last time, and before you could even begin to process the aching of your back or the dirt in your eyes, the shaking stopped.

You felt The Doctor pull herself off of your shoulder, and it was only then you opened your eyes cautiously, carefully blinking out whatever dust had settled in your eyelashes. In the glow of the screwdrivers soft orange light, you saw The Doctors face just a hair breadth away from yours.

Her hair gently settled on your cheek and the bridge of her nose almost touched yours. You gulped as her eyes met yours, and distantly you wondered if your heart had stopped.

“Are you alright?” She said, her voice soft, as if speaking any louder would break something.

“Um,” you said, intelligently. “I’m good.”

The Doctor shifted her head so she was looking above you, and frowned. “We’ve been caved in,” she said, but the volume of her voice was the same. “No choice but to take this path.”

“Oh,” you said, and you let the word hang in the air.

The Doctor turned back to look at you, her eyes flicked over your face quickly, probably assessing you for any damage. You tried not to squirm under her gaze, and cursed the heat you could feel pooling in your cheeks. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Of course,” you said. “You always protect me Doctor.”

The gravity of what you said didn’t hit you until after you said it, and the silence that lay between you was as thick as the dust that surrounded you. The Doctors scrunched up her face slightly, as if you were a puzzle she had just solved.

She stuck her tongue out in concentration and you felt for sure that your heart really had stopped, as her gaze kept falling between your eyes and your lips.

The only sound was your intermingling breath, and if you concentrated hard enough, you could almost see how the fog you and she created danced with each other in the cold tunnel.

You began to hear the music again, softly, as if it didn’t want to disturb whatever this was. The voices felt warm, they felt safe, like they were part of you somehow. The moment stretched, the music, her warm arms shielding yours, the way you were reflected in each other’s eyes.

Above you, The Doctor was suddenly backlit by a blue light. Lined in its soft glow, with wild hair and a smudged face that still managed to have yellow sand on it, The Doctor almost seemed ethereal.

“Oh,” you breathed, tearing your eyes away from her because wait a hot second, there was a blue light coming from somewhere. “Doctor, look above us.” The blue crystals that littered the tunnel were aglow, bright in a way you couldn’t even begin to describe. It was almost like they were alive, like the light was pulsating from within them. It was like a dance, and the crystals were moving along with the distant music that you still couldn’t explain.

They sparkled in a different way than they had in the sun, the only comparison you could draw felt crude and undeserving of the crystals, but the only thing you could think of was the way light danced when your laptop was asleep but playing music.

It was life. It was life and light and this beautiful glow that existed in the crystals.

“Of course,” The Doctor said, pulling herself off of you and twirling around, pointing her sonic up at the roof of the tunnel, where the crystals glowed the brightest. “Can you hear the music right now?”

You sat up, rubbing your elbow belatedly as you stared at the sight around you. “Yeah, it’s not very loud though.”

The Doctor scrutinised the sonic, then looked up at you with a bright smile, the one that screamed I’ve-just-worked-it-all-out. “It’s a reactive manifestation of a 60gHz beat frequency harmony!” She said.

“It forms as a sympathetic resonance bonded on a quantum level with geodesic lattice structures, oh,” she cried out, and ran up to the nearest crystal, which was jagged and sticking out of the wall. “That’s why you can hear music and I can’t! It’s the crystals, they’re making the music!”

“English please, Doc.” You said and you looked at her with a soft smile, pulling yourself off of the floor and dusting some of the red dirt off of yourself.

“The Earthquakes weren’t an accident,” The Doctor explained, turning to you in excitement. “You must have a similar biology to whoever is native to this part of the planet,” she started doing that thing with her hands as she continued, that talking-with-her-hands thing you couldn’t quite describe but that she always did when she was excited.

“These crystals, they have a low sympathetic frequency – similar to telepathy but not quite, and they could read your presence here” she continued. “The crystals make music you can hear and draw you into the tunnel, and, once you’re completely silent and let yourself listen to the music, they light up!”

“Oh my god the crystals are a lighthouse,” You said, and then cringed at yourself internally.  

The Doctor grinned at you. “You’re completely brilliant,” she gushed. “You know that right, completely brilliant.”

You blushed, feeling the heat in your cheeks and down your neck, and grinned a wide, toothy grin. “Well, whatever I’ve done – because I’m not sure I’ve really done anything, I reckon I had a pretty good teacher,” you frowned then, your brain finally catching up to everything The Doctor had said. “Wait, if the Earthquakes were on purpose, why did the second one happen? We’re already in the tunnel.”

The Doctor hummed. “Hmm, I’m not sure. I hate not knowing – no, I love it, it means I get to learn something new, but I really don’t know. Maybe it was an aftershock? They might just occur later on this planet.”

“But either way we’re supposed to be in the tunnel.” You summarised.

“I think,” The Doctor said. “All we need to do is continue walking and we’ll reach the other side. Hopefully by then, the TARDIS will have realised that there’s nothing actually the matter and she’ll return.”

#the doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor imagine #13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor #Doctor Who #DW

[vickylamore]

Missing Puzzle Piece

Pairing: Jeno x Female Reader, Taeyong x Female Reader (it’s barely there LMAO, platonic), NCT OT23 x Female Reader (Platonic)

Genre: Bulleted AU, Mafia AU, Crack (Includes writing style), Fluff

Word count: 8k

TWs: Death, Mentions of death, Swearing (a lot of it), Guns, Hostages, Unedited (ish, it’s 7am, you will find typos I’m sorry), An unhealthy load of crack :)

Summary: You stole something from your father. You joined another mafia group(ish). Stayed with them for nearly a year and you somehow have an on and off relationship with someone you’re convinced you don’t like? It’s complicated, kinda, not really. I mean, you guys were never dating but it was never a full-fledged friendship to begin with. It all depends on which puzzle piece will fit in first.

//

OKAY so you were honest with yourself, it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to yell a huge “fuck you!” to your crimelord of a father.

AND maybe it wasn’t worth your entire life.

PERHAPS you shouldn’t be running away from the dozen bodyguards running after you in nothing but pyjamas shorts, a hoodie and slides.

But you are and you had no intention of stopping.

I mean, why would you? You were literally in slides and you were running faster than all the men chasing you.

IT'S EMBARRASSING.

You don’t know how you didn’t draw attention to yourself, maybe it was because it was night or maybe because everyone was distracted with the midnight music festival that they didn’t give a damn to notice your nineteen-year-old ass running away from twelve men.

Honestly speaking, you were vibing. All you had to do was run and blend with the crowd while these huge ass men in tuxedos and sunglasses moved through the crowd to get to you were gaining attention.

Which slowed them down.

And you gained speed.

Not to mention that they still had sun glasses on despite it being pitch black with the exception of the lights from the item, food and music boots.

Fucking dumbasses LMAPDJK

So other than that, yes, you were vibing.

That WAS until one of them decided to draw their gun and start shooting at you… while you were in the middle of a crowd.

Real smart buddy.

OKAY so maybe you shouldn’t have stolen your father’s really important USB that told everyone where his biggest drug cartels are and when they’d be moving from SK to the States.

But like- was it your fault?

No, of course not.

No one asked him to piss you off, let alone put really important information on ONE USB port,

That he didn’t know you stole but whatever.

He only grounded you for being ‘disrespectful’.

Apparently, talking back during a conversation with a parent was rude?

You’d never tell him to his face but sometimes your father wasn’t the brightest star in the sky.

But that’s okay.

anYWHO- guns. shooting. you. Slides.

If you had known that your slides are hella useful to run it, you would’ve run with them in your track meet two days ago.

IT’S A JOKE- maybe.

No, actually, how the fuck are you not dead yet? LMAOSJ.

You wouldn’t be worth much as collateral damage, either way, your father did prefer your brothers after all.

Struggles of being the youngest of three; one brainiac (you obviously, duh), one asshole and an even bigger douchebag.

More shouting, more screaming, more guns cocking,

More running, you vibing, you being pushed onto the floor-

You being pushed onto the floor.

Oof.

THAT HURT DAMN

You struggled against the grip of a male, one around your age, as he rolled both of you away from the complete chaos that was happening.

He pressed you against his chest-

Not this being your first contact with a boy.

-and literally dragged you towards an empty alleyway.

oH HELL NO

You’ve watched too many police series and horror movies to know what’s going to happen next.

PLUS

Your father used to hire men every other week which means it’s very likely that the male is one of your father’s men.

So you being you,

You bit him.

On his shoulder.

He shrieked, let you go and you both rushed to your feet while glaring at each other.

The man hissed, your eyebrows furrowed.

“You bit me!”

“I don’t have rabies!”

“I never said anything about rabies!”

“Okay, so what’s the problem!”

“It might leave a hickey!”

You did a double-take.

Did you hear that right?

It might leave a hickey?

“D-do you have a girlfriend?”

“N-no?”

“How do you not if you have a girlfriend!”

“Your question confused me!”

If it wasn’t for his somewhat worrisome words, you would’ve thought he was cute.

In fact, he was cute. He had really dark black hair that glistened against the light from the festival behind him. He was tall, taller than you and had really… really nice eyebrows.

You wanted to touch them-

ANYWAYS

“What? No thank you?”

“For scrapping my knees? No, thank you.” You dusted off the dirt and grime off your legs. “Why did you help me?”

He seemed taken aback by your question. His eyes closed slightly and lightly grinned-

OMFG HE HAS DIMPLES UWU

“I mean, you were getting chased by like twelve guys.” He shrugged and leaned against the wall. “You wanted me and my team to leave you all alone?” He winked at you.

You don’t know if it’s because you're awkward but you just stared at him… blinking a good three times before looking back at the festival. Maybe it was because of the sudden change of personality or it was the still ongoing gunshots but he wasn’t affected by the noise;

Somehow the shots didn’t bother him? Which made you think that beyond that adorable face and smile, he was hiding something from you.

Not that he had to tell you or anything.

Okay but his attire screams bad boy aura; black on black (pun intended) from head to toe, he had a utility belt with what you presumed had a knife, gun and phone. He wore a tight long-sleeved turtleneck and black cargo pants along with black fingerless gloves.

A small buzz cut through the silence and you just barely heard it. You notice the small earpiece barely lodged in his ear canal. He pressed it, turned away from you and listen to whatever message he was receiving. “Alright, head out, I’ll be at the base soon.”

His sleeves must’ve rolled up when you both rolled on the floor earlier because you’re sure as hell you weren’t supposed to see tHE MFK NCT TATTOO ON HIS WRIST.

NOT THE NCT TATTOO

Out of all the days you could’ve ran into NCT, all _(add number of members)__ of them, it just happened to be today.

Ngl, you found it lowkey amusing. A male a part of the organization your father was trying to take down, it made you laugh.

You could use it to your advantage.

Cracking his knuckles and elbows when he was done, he sent you a small salute, “well sweetheart, it was nice to meet you but-”

“NCT huh?” You crossed your arms and it was your time to smirk. His obviously fell into a frown as he straightened his posture and clenched his jaw. “Guessing by how young you look, you might be in the Dream unit- ooh, I stuck a nerve, Dream unit it is.”

You purse your lips, blinking innocently, “leader or follower? Oop- struck another nerve, leader it is.”

In a matter of seconds, the male hand pinned you to the wall, a snarl leaving his throat. His eyes were now a lot darker and hostile, a completely different side to the guy.

“Who are you?”

“Bring me to your base to find out.”

“And why would I do that?” You reached for his ear, tore the earpiece out and crushed it on the floor.

You’re really trying to get yourself killed tonight, huh?”

“I mean yes but not but you need to bring me with you.”

“And that’s because..?”

“Valuable information that will help the entire organization to take down JYP.”

Bingo.

See, you knew your bargaining skills were on point. Sadly, you learned from your brother; the one you preferred so it’s not that bad. You saw the conflict between his eyes, you really didn’t blame him… I mean, you were a stranger he saved and now you have all this information that could help him and his team out? Almost seemed too good to be true.

Technically it was.

Look, you didn’t want the total demise of your father’s company, you just want him and your brothers to leave you alone and the only way you thought you could do that was by betraying him.

Because that’s so smart.

“Fine.”

WAS IT THAT EASY?

aND? He? Started? Dragging? You? Towards? Another? Alley? Before? You? Stumbled? On? A? Motorcycle?

You stood near his bike, glancing between him and the vehicle as he threw you his helmet. You caught it with ease. “You’re not going to blindfold me? It’s that what you’re supposed to do?”

He shrugged and hoped on the motorcycle, “I mean, I could.” He revved the vehicle as the headlights came on. “But then it gives me more of a reason to kill you if you are lying.”

--

Did you mention that you never wanted to ride behind this man again?

No?

Well, you never want to ride another motorcycle if he’s the one that’ll be driving because he might actually kill you for real next time.

You both got to the mansion in less than twenty minutes.

It was hella cold too, you don't know how you didn't freeze your ass off.

OH MAYBE BECAUSE HE GAVE YOU HIS JACKET.

You said thank you, despite the fact that he grumbled in response.

He unlocked the door with handprint recognition, cause yk,

Technology. Neo Culture Technology.

He opened the door and immediately, warm air welcomed you.

PLEASE IT WAS SO WARM

NOT YOU running into a house you've never been to before.

UH- I mean… You have.

Like once.

Technically like seven but,

It was when you were three.

“Please, you don't even know where you're going.”

I mean, he wasn't lying.

Your memory as a toddler wasn't the sharpest.

But like then again, this place was one of the first memories you had.

Lowkey sad, ngl.

“Just take me to your boss and then we can figure this entire thing out.”

Obviously, it wasn't that easy.

It's never that easy.

“Funny you think I'll bring you to my boss.”

“But you brought me to your base?”

HE DID.

“You left me no choice.”

“I did- I mean, I was. You threatened to kill me after I told you I had leverage.”

Did you blame him? No, not really. But you did think that his plan was stupid since he was WAY TOO TRUSTING.

Just wait until he learns who you're father is… then he can't kill you.

“What's your name?” You asked as he closed the door. His jacket was still draped over your shoulders and you fiddled with the zipper. “You know, for reference.”

Take his name and RUN WITH IT

Why? Cause you saw a couple people with guns creeping up on you.

Such a warm welcome.

Technically, the only reason you knew was literally by instinct.

They were super quiet, their stealth was off the charts.

You had one shot and you just gotta PRAY that their leader remembered you.

Cause if not, you're screwed.

“Jeno.” You hummed and smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Jeno.”

You greeted while sticking your hand out. He raised an eyebrow but took it nonetheless.

You really took it as a chance to flip him over your shoulder, “kk, bye now.”

BITCH, YOU MFK DIPPED.

SO QUICK TOO

You don't know if you skipped or ran down the hallway but you did a mixture of both.

But like, you took “get that bread, get that head then leave.” Too seriously.

At this point, you were running towards a certain room by sheer memory.

Forbid you ran into the wrong room.

Either the rest of his unit was incredibly slow or taking shortcuts to get to you.

Didn't really matter because you reached the room you wanted to get to and knocked.

TECHNICALLY, YOU COULDN'T JUST BURST IN.

You didn't even know if he was in heRE.

“Come in.”

Oh, he's in there.

And so are like… four other voices.

SMH WHAT IF HE DIDN'T REMEMBER YOU?

It's not like you guys haven't seen each other in 16 years.

Yes, sixteen.

But you knew the guy had a great memory for a nine year old so he should remember you.

Or you just tell him your name and it goes one way or another; either he just doesn't fking remember you OR he does.

You opened the door and closed it behind you.

“Taeyong, sweetie, you wanna tell me why seven of your men are chasing me with guns?”

Okay so maybe it wasn't the best introduction. Or just the best greeting.

But you looked at him and he had this shit eating grin on his face.

I MEAN YAY? HE REMEMBERED YOU?

“What did you do?”

“In all technically, nothing.”

Yeah, he didn't believe you, not once, you knew as soon as he tapped his finger on his desk.

PLEASE THE REST OF THE MEN IN HIS OFFICE WERE SO CONFUSED.

“Okay, so I might of flipped one of your men over my shoulder after I felt his teammates sneaking up on me with guns after he sent them a secret message despite the fact that I broke his comm- you gotta give me that new tech you got cause it almost screwed me over- and like… isn't my fault cause I somehow convinced him to bring me here after my father sent men to chase me with guns at the music festival downtown?”

Yeah, he believed you. At least now he did. His raised eyebrow just said so.

Work in your favor-ish.

“Is that why your fathers men are dead at that festival too?”

OH SHIT WAIT THEY DEAD?

OH UH, YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT.

NO MA'AM, YOU DID NOT.

uH

"Oh, yeah, maybe, I don't know. Ask Jeno and co."

"Your brothers are going to kill me."

"Okay yeah but like, they don't know it was your men? Unless you mark your bullets?"

"Why would we-"

"Exactly, they won't know."

They really don't, and even if they thought it was NCT, dumbasses have no proof.

Again, worked in your favor.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?"

Not you forgetting about the four other men in Taeyong’s study.

"Oh, hi." You waved at the tallest. You presumed he was taller since he looked tall.

That makes sense right?

"This might be super confusing but like, I'm not trying to die before I give you guys leverage on my dad so like can you-"

The door literally was thrown open and there was a gun to your head.

He didn't even let you finish, rude smh.

"You have five seconds to tell me who the hell you are before I kill you."

"You wanted to kill me from the get go, what's stopping you?"

YOU'RE REALLY PLAYING YOUR CARDS, HUH?

The situation isn't in your favor at ALL and you're STILL pushing his buttons.

No actually, why?

Is it because you know you won't die now or is it because Taeyong is in the room?

Either way, please stop before you get yourself killed.

"That won't be necessary, Jeno."

You couldn't see Taeyong but solely based on his tone, you knew he found it amusing.

You literally heard the smirk in his voice.

"Why not?"

"You kill her, you start a war with JYP."

Jeno raised an eyebrow towards you. "How? She's just some little girl who was running away from men with guns."

OOF.

Little whAT

oUch

Listen here you bitch-

"That girl is the daughter-"

Not you clearing your throat, coughing and sneezing for him to fix his words.

"Sorry, that girl is the adoptive daughter of Park Jinyoung and adoptive sister of Jaebum and Jinyoung."

Oh to have connections.

The gun was dropped from your forehead so quick. Oops.

You laughed awkwardly and stepped away from the shell shocked black haired man as you just

Made

Your

Way

Next

To

Taeyong

Because you honestly felt like you were the safest with him???

"You still remember me?"

"Of course I do," he shrugged while you were digging into your hoodie and opened his laptop. "You're the only one that calls me sweetie."

"You based your memory on that small, minor detail?"

"Please, the only reason you remember me is because I gave you a scar behind your ear after I accidentally opened that very door when you were walking in."

"Touché."

That scar was hurt for a while, you think it gave you brain damage because you were lowkey a dumb kid smh.

You inserted the USB in the laptop as it was starting up. You looked up to see a LOT more men in his study then before.

Omg, you're famous.

"While that's loading," you waved at the… 12… 18… 22 members in the room.

WHY ARE THEY 22

Minus Taeyong of course

SO MANY SMH

"Hi," you greeted with a small smile, "based on your very confused faces, you guys have no idea who I am. Park (Y/n), adoptive daughter of Park J.Y, my brothers are dumb and dumber, also known as Jinyoung and Jaebum. Also the girl that tricked Jeno to bringing me here, oops."

Damn, so men with J as their first name

No wonder they're all Jackasses.

You winked at the male before turning back to Taeyong who tugged your hoodie.

"What did you do and why is your father’s shipment list on my screen?"

“It’s a really, really long story if you have time-- plus those shipments are happening like in three hours so you wanna get started on that.”

“JENO YOU DUMB BITCH, OUTSMARTED.”

“I don’t know who you are or where you came from but just know that I love you for making Jeno look more like the dumbass he actually is.”

So like after that entire thing-

Yes, it got you smirking.

Taeyong kicked everyone out.

And you were introduced to Johnny, Kun and Yuta.

Fun :)

What’s not fun, Jeno’s passive aggressive ass :}

There was one thing you liked about him though; his dimples. His DIMPLE IS SO MFK CUTE but everything else else is a no for you. Yes, he’s attractive and all but he doesn’t want to admit that his decision on bringing you here without knowing who you were was pretty dumb.

Irrational actually.

And Taeyong gave him quite the earful while you were gossipping with Johnny about your favorite chocolate bar.

For the next few days, you stayed with NCT’s huge ass mansion because you didn’t want to go back home.

Especially since, again, you were grounded, ran away and got your dad’s men killed.

AND got his shipments stolen :))

All of that because of a damn USB, funny.

You actually like it here?? A lot better than your home with your brothers.

You got really close with Dream? Like NCT Dream? Forget being strangers, the dumbasses are your brothers now.

Like brothers to the point where you almost smacked Haechan with a heated frying pan because he had ask you for food when you JUST finished cooking, almost pushed Chenle and his loud ass out of a window, threw your slides at Renjun for being a smartass and Jisung-

You’re lying, Jisung was your baby.

In another dimension.

No but you actually almost beat the crap out of him FOR breathing AND stealing all the snacks Taeyong bought for you. Like hoe, get your own.

As for Shotaro, that man, despite being older than you, is your baby aND NOBODY IS GONNA TOUCH HIM OR TRY HIM.

Cause you will beat them up as a compensation fee and the rest is determined on your level of anger that day.

Which keeps rising because of Lee Jeno.

Did you like him? Absolutely not.

For the love of everything, you bit him.

But did you dislike him?

Yes.

Quite a lot actually.

Because Taeyong, being Taeyong, was such a smart cookie, he just put you in the Dream’s unit because they were hella close to your age and you just stood there and said ‘okay’ when he finished?

And guess who was your training partner?

There's a reason all the knives in the training hall are locked away. And all the guns are empty.

You wouldn’t actually call him training partner, more like, killing partner and emphasis on the killing because the amount of scars and cuts on YOUR back from him trying to disarm you to prevent you from killing HIM is remarkable and looks like your fell off a tree and all the branches scared you to break your fall.

The only thing attempting to break you was Jeno tho.

Fast forward a week; finally got to meet 127 because for some reason they had business in Japan because Yuta apparently fucked up but that’s a story for another day.

Of course he didn’t, he just had trading issues and needed back up.

You already know Taeyong so skipping over him, you met Taeil. Great guy, super attentive and a genius too… like man’s is WAY too smart for your liking and can read you like a book but also super quiet and reserved and talks only when talking to. Oh! And doesn’t kill? Respect because he doesn’t get his hands dirty but respect.

Johnny is the brother you want but will never get because you’re not in the best position to be emancipated. But the way you can relate to this man is ridiculous BUT you also bribe him to give you food and buy you your favorite drinks.

And then Doyoung terrifies you?

Like if security cameras weren’t around, you’re sure all of Dream would be dead right now… but a great name to use when Jisung tries picking on you.

Other than that, he’s really resourceful which is nice if you even wanted to buy a new gun.

Yuta is another brother that you want because you can look in his direction, not say anything as he proceeds to sigh and say, “fuck off, we’re not going to the restuarant.”

Lowkey spoils you but you are a crime boss daughter; you wouldn’t say you were used to it but his small gifts were always more meaningful than anything your father gave you.

Jaehyun gives you ‘I’m too pretty to get blood on my hands but I do it anyway because Taeyong won’t pay me if I don’t’ kind of guy. Those are for the award kind of guy.

You clown him WAY TOO MUCH but it’s so normalized that this one morning, you went to the kitchen and said:

“Who does it feel to be a Jeffrey now?”

Jungwoo is just.

Hot.

And the biggest dork ever smh and sassy and a really good liar. He scares you sometimes. However, you both are great liars so in all technicality, he should be your partner in crime but you were paired with… him. For some reason, the more you hang out with him, you become more chaotic than you were???

I mean, good for you.

Mark, oh my, where do you start with Mark? You don’t understand why you admire him so much?

I mean, for one, he’s great at sparring and much more interesting to be around than…

Jeno.

UH so Mark is really nice and cool and you want to stuff him in your pocket but decided against tit cause he looks like he could kill you with one of his hidden guns.

Is a bitch, lowkey. Bosses you around because you're new.

But it’s fine because he’s nice about it so it’s whatever.

Sungchan is your best friend, you don’t make the rules sorry.

You actually haven’t gotten the chance to meet the WayV unit since they’re, currently, in China.

You have talked to Sicheng and Lucas.

Great guys, especially Sicheng because he’s the ‘normal’ one in the unit.

Noticed the ‘’?

Yeah so he isn’t normal, far from it, but is really nice to talk to.

HOWEVER there’s no reason for Lucas to be towering over you like Jack and the beanstalk.

Ad being hella loud.

But you like that because it radiates your energy.

Ten-

No because he’s just… like-

You don’t know how to explain it??

He’s there, a great friend, huge brat, amazing fighter.

At least, that’s how Kun describes him and you’re leaning towards that explanation of Ten because of their leader.

Yes, Kun, great person, in your pocket he goes, thank you.

No actually, this man is so thoughtful, it hurts.

You didn’t have the chance to introduce yourself to Yangyang, Hendery and Xiaojun since they’re on a trip in Europe but from what you’ve heard, they’re really annoying.

Just your type.

And Xiaojun has really nice eyebrows?

Like excuse me sIR, hand them over.

Also, NCT is nothing like your adoptive father’s company…

What did Taeyong do to these people

Really nice and really cruel at the same part.

You’re glad you aren’t at the other end of that knife.

Anyways back to Jeno :(

You’ve been here for three months and it really hasn’t gotten better.

With everyone else, hell yeah, with Jeno?

Crying hours are open.

HE’S SO MEAN AND FOR WHAT

All you did was breath, damn.

He’d pick on you

And call you names

Talk about 2nd grade insults, embarrassing.

And he’d let you win at sparring matches.

THAT HURT YOUR EGO, YOU WEREN’T GOING TO LIE

Your pride just… declined after Dream pointed it out one time

You rather not know because at least it feed into your ego

Now you didn’t even want to spare with him anymore.

You talked to Taeil about it over hot cocoa cause, why not.

He had the audacity to say that Jeno liked you.

sIR IT’S BEEN THREE MONTHS

There was no way.

And then what was more offensive was when he said that YOU LIKED HIM

And so you started sparring with WayV :)

He wasn’t right.

Of course not.

So, WayV sparring, yes.

Ten was a really great sparring partner and so was Hendery and Yangyang and Xiaojun,

You haven’t sparred with the others cause they simple,, dont,,.

But you found your new sparring partner and that was Yangyang and Ten was your instructor.

SO EITHER YOU’RE JUST REALLY OBLIVIOUS OR YOU DON’T SEE IT.

But… was Jeno jealous when you switched partners?

He did roll his really bright eyes each time you were talking to Yang.

And HE DID cross his arms over his chest all cute while pouting.

And he---

NO.

You were nOT falling for him.

PLEASE YOU BIT THE GUY.

What happened to “did you dislike Jeno? Yes. Quite a lot.”

Oh hOw tHe tAbLeS hAvE tUrnEd.

This is so embarrassing.

Now a lot more um

Petty fights :)))

“Jerk, you stole my chocolate!”

“There was no chocolate to begin with!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes I do!”

“So you did take my chocolate you asshole!”

And like… flirting.

Please, your moon sign was Gemini, it wasn’t your fault.

If you don’t get to joke, it’s okay.

“Hi, my name is Microsoft. Can I crash at your place?”

“(Y/n), we live in the same house.”

AND THEN HE SAID ONE TO YOU ONCE, YOU NEVER RECOVERED.

“Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?”

Never recovered.

BuT fast forward to now where you’re one your…

23rd mission with N-City.

:))))

Taeyong had finally let you go on one six months prior after you kindly asked.

“You’ve seen me fight before, why won’t you let me go?”

“Because you’re clumsy!”

OkAy, so maybe you had to ask more than ONCE but it’s not your fault your limbs have a mind of its own.

You never asked for long legs.

Speaking of long legs, Jeno was cute.

It didn’t come from you though, it came from your mind.

Huge difference.

This mission was simple enough, it was an infiltration mission where NCT had to steal this super important USB from an important figure in the mafia world.

And what’s the best way to do that? Attend a gala.

And they wanted you to attend since they gave you a pretty important role.

Distraction.

You could do that.

Maybe… if Jeno wouldn’t breath down your neck the entire night.

Yeah, Jeno was your gala date :)

Sadly WayV weren’t going and neither was Dream since they needed to be on cams and the former were stuck in Beijing.

No tall giants to bug.

No sassy ass companions to tease.

Just your love for Jeno :)

You were wearing this long black dress and grabbed your very beautiful body and you have to admit that you looked ravishing.

You did your hair in your favorite hairstyle and wore gold flats.

CAUSE I KNOW DAMN WELL I WOULDN’T RUN IN HEELS

And neither should you.

You walked into the 127 com room where Dream was and nearly walked back out with the way they were looking at you.

“Can you guys like… not? The sky's a beautiful view too, you know.”

“Yeah but why look at the sky when you’re right here.”

LEE JENO.

YOU REALLY SET YOURSELF UP FOR THAT ONE.

It's been eight months… get on with it and ask him on a date.

You turned away, completely hiding the very light blush.

Except that Jaemin was making kissing faces to your right.

And of course, when you turned around,

Haechan was smirking like a madman.

OH TO HAVE ANNOYING ASSHOLES IN YOUR UNIT

“Shotaro, sweetie, you're the only one I tolerate.”

It was true, you've been saying it ever since you got here.

Your heels clicked as you walked over to the bureau filled with monitors and computers. You leaned your lower half and Shotaro's chair, "any news?"

“Yeah,” handing you a ear set and was really an earring with hooks so it clung onto your ear. “Earring coms, activated by the word 'go' and is voice recognition.”

“Thank you," you hooked the earrings in. "Whos monitor am I connected to?”

“Well, we’re working in pairs since we’re kinda short on people on monitors tonight.”

Pairs = two people with one operator.

“So both you and Jeno will be connected to Jaemin’s mic. Taeyong and Yuta with Renjun. Doyoung and Jaehyun are with Chenle, Mark, Sungchan and Jungwoo with me and Jisung and Taeil and Johnny with Haechan.”

OF COURSE YOU WERE WITH JENO.

You expected it but DAMN.

“Oh and here,” raising an eyebrow, he handed you a box before typing away on the monitor again. “Jeno told me to give it to you. I modified it so it’ll be acting as your coms for tonight.”

^#*!@&(!&^@!?!@

UH WHY ARE THE EARRINGS HE GIFTED YOU REALLY NICE </3

AND WHY DID HE GIVE YOU EARRINGS

Smh it even goes with your outfit.

Black and gold = perfection.

“Thank you,” turning towards the rest of the boys chatting away, you walked over to the entrance and said, “I’ll see you guys later and Jaemin,”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t let me die.”

“What about me?” Jeno pouted next to Jaemin.

You rolled your eyes and finished wearing the jewelry. “Bold of you to assume I care about you.”

“You’re wearing the earrings I bought you.”

“Ooooooooooh.”

PLEASE-

“No dumbass,” glaring at him, you nodded your head towards the hallway. “They're coms too, my safety, not yours.”

He only chuckled, something he does a lot lately before walking behind you towards the garage where the rest of 127, minus Haechan, were waiting.

--

Yeah no, we aren’t talking about that fucking care car.

You were in a separate car with Jeno to make it seem like you guys got there alone and not with the rest of NCT.

Because, you know, security cameras and stalkers behind monitors are a thing.

PLEASE THE CAR RIDE YOU WERE NOT HAVING IT

Because you’d somehow say something really, really inappropriate and you weren’t going to embarrass yourself more than you already have in the last eight months.

So you just shut up.

bUT YOUR MIND SMH

Couldn’t really blame you though?

HE HAS AN UNDERCUT

And his side profile <3 <3 <3

AND HIS DIMPLES PLEASE

You finally got to the huge mansion, a lot bigger than the NCT one and that speaks numbers since that house contains 23 members and counting…

The car finally came to a stop and Jeno was the first to get out of the car.

And open your door.

Oh, whAt a GenTlEmAN

Please, he was smirking too.

He was just so perfect for you----

“You know how to distract right?”

“I’m super offended by that comment and if it weren’t on the dozen pairs of eyes on us right now, including Taeyong’s car, I would’ve punched you.”

You smiled at the people right outside of the mansion and who were standing in the garden for whatever reason as your looped arms with your date, eyes glued in front of you.

“Why don’t you do it then, sweetheart?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

Though you talked through clenched teeth to maintain your smile, you did accidentally step on his toe with the sole of your shoe.

You really wish you wore those heels.

Not really.

As soon as you walked into the mansion, your communicator turned on and Jaemin’s voice came through, “your target doesn’t have much description since we just got the info however, the person he’s with has long hair, black and white suit and the most noticeable feature is that he has a nose piercing.”

STFU

RIGHT NOW

HOLD ON PAUSE

“Jaemin,” you called as softly as possible as you and Jeno walked around others, “do we know any other organizations that might be here?”

“What? Is princess scared?”

“No, Jeno, actually shut up.”

“Well, according to what we have right now and what we already knew, no other company should be here except ours, why?”

You actually didn’t know why but the feeling of your heart dropping upon hearing the physical description was the worst and you hoped that your hunch was wrong.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” You dismissed, biting your lip.

You were suddenly pulled towards the dancefloor when a slow song was playing and spun around. You laughed softly at the gesture as your arms warped around Jeno’s neck, his own around your waist.

You don’t know if it’s because you were so caught up in the thoughts you were having that you weren’t screaming at him to get his hands off your waist cause you know, PDA but you didn’t really seem to care.

I mean, you did, you just haven’t processed what was happening.

Speaking of happening, you looked around you and you gotta admit, however organized this gala had taste. The room was white, gold and royal blue. The chandeliers glittered the entire first floor and even if you haven’t been on the second floor, you could tell it was really beautiful.

“What’s up?”

WHERE YOU HAPPY HE ASKED? Maybe. Maybe he could take your stress away and all the feelings you have for him with it.

IT’S A JOKE.

Avoiding his eyes, you sighed and turned to the side.

“I don’t know.”

“It can’t be nothing if something is bothering you.”

I mean, he isn’t wrong.

Wise words from a wise man---

What?

“It’s the description that’s bothering me,” you confused as he spun you around another time, “I don’t know, I could be overanalyzing but-”

“Jeno.”

Jaemin’s voice cuts through once again. “You’re needed on the second floor, boss’s orders.”

OOP- that’s not good.

“What did you do?”

“Obviously nothing, I was with you the entire time.”

“Sadly.”

Rolling his eyes, he brought you to a nearby table and sternly said, “don’t move, I’ll be back.”

“I can fend for myself----”

DID

HE

JUST

BOY!?w?2

He really kissed your forehead.

HOLD ON, YOU WEREN’T READY.

Seeing your flabbergasted face, he smirked and whispered, “I’ll be back sweetheart.”

AND HE WAS GONE LIKE THAT>!

Sir.

“You guys are so infuriating, oh my gosh, kiss already.”

“If you were next to me right now, I would’ve punched you, you know that?”

“And I’ll push you into Jeno if you guys keep acting this way, please, it’s been eight months.”

“Okay,” you scoffed, “and? It’s my relationship, not yours.”

“Your point? My sanity, not yours.”

Both of yours actually, if you want to get technical with it.

But yes, you’re finally admitting that you like Lee Jeno.

Everyone act shocked.

Now all you need to do is find a way to tell him with getting rejected.

Only a few months ago, you said you didn’t like him.

AGAIN, oh, how the tables have turned.

Okay and what about it? People aren’t giving you enough credit for at least catching feelings, it’s hard work okay?

“Well, this is awkward.”

FUCK

PLEASE THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO CHOKE ON SPIT

YOU BETTER NOT TURN AROUND AND SEE-

Oh shit.

You were in big trouble now.

“Actually, this is hilarious.”

Oh so you weren’t hallucinating or hearing things.

They were really here.

You called over a waiter and downed the champagne drink closest to you and smiled before putting it back on the tray, touching your earring as it sent a distress signal to Jaemin.

“(Y/n)!”

You whirled around with the fakest smile you could muster, eye focus bouncing from Jackson to BamBam.

So like yeah, you were screwed.

How screwed?

You can literally see Jaebum glaring you down from the balcony to your left with Mark on his side.

That’s four out of seven.

“Jackson, BamBam, what a horrible surprise,” you beamed before your smile falls, “this is the worst birthday gift ever; not only are you ten months late but I don’t want any of you.”

“Aah, don’t be like that.” Tsked the taller mall, his goofy smirk still on his lips. “It’s a little family reunion!”

“And who says I wanted that?” You laughed, fingers drumming on your dress as you thought of a way to slip away from them. “Anyways, it was really great seeing you guys, but I have to go.”

PLEASE IT’S THE BEST THING YOU COULD PULL OUT.

“Your brother is upstairs waiting to talk to you,” both their faces that were once joyous fell into blank ones as Jackson pointed to where your brother was leaning on the rails on the second floor. “Shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

Um so you really didn’t want to know what they would do to force you to go talk to your brother, let alone brothers if Jinyoung is here, but you REALLY didn’t want to risk it.

Why?

Because one look at your brother and you knew he was the target that carried the USB on him, long hair, black and white suit and especially the nose right.

Although it could be someone else, everything lined up really quickly. From the description to the sudden appearance of Jackson and BamBam, you wouldn’t be surprised if they went out of their way to make sure NCT wouldn't know they’d be here, let alone the organizers of the gala.

WAIT-

Do they know you were with NCT the entire time?

Forbid.

With a passive aggressive smile, you started walking towards the stairs halfway across the room.

AYO DOES NO ONE SEE THAT YOU AREN’T FOLLOWING THE PLAN?

AND WHERE’S JAEMIN?

WHERE’S JENO?

“(Y/n).”

“Listening,” you mumble a bit while covering your mouth to fake a cough, knowing damn well your brother is watching your exact move.

“Everyone is caught up on the second floor by GOT7.”

BITCH I-

“You’re literally the only one that isn’t with them so I’m pretty sure you know who the target is if you put two and two together.” A soft hum later, he continues. “If it’s possible, get the USB from Jinyoung and literally run for your life. Or if you could get a weapon because Jeno is currently unavailable.”

“Mh-hm.”

Walking up the stairs, your heart is breathing faster than usual as a tight smile fell on your lips.

This is great, your brothers took everyone hostage and you’re the only one free.

Splendid.

But you don’t think they know why you or NCT are here since the gala was also a fundraiser event so they expected them already.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you glanced down to see all the guests midnight their business and being carefree, that’s a good sign.

It means that they have no idea about the shitshow happening somewhere on this floor.

“Jaebum,” you called hesitantly, walking further down the corridor. “Listen asshole, I heard you wanted to talk to me--?!”

A MFK ARM WRAPPED AROUND YOUR WAIST AND À HAND WAS PLANTED ON YOUR MOUTH.

Hold on, getting kidnapped wasn’t a part of the plan?@>!?>

You were dragged into a room while your screams were drowned by the hand.

You really didn’t expect this to happen but oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures.

You bit his hand.

You hope this isn’t becoming a kink LMAO.

The man, who you easily recognized as Youngjae upon his scream, literally-

NO HE ACTUALLY THREW YOU INTO THE ROOM.

“Bitch.”

You rolled a few times on the cold hardwood floor and landed on the base of Jingyoung’s shoes, creased eyebrows playing on his face as he looked up at Youngjae.

“No need to be so ruff, jeez.”

“She bit me,” complained Youngjae.

“Okay and?” You asked, still laying on the floor, this time on your back, finding it quite comfortable. “You called me a bitch- only my brother can call me a bitch.”

“Bitch.”

“I was being sarcastic you imbecile,” you glared at Jaebum who just walked into the room, closing the set of double doors before him.

“Alright,” Jaebum walked into the room and twirled his gun while looking behind him, “now that everyone is here-”

“WAIT.”

The room went quiet as you looked to where your brother was looking and waved to the ten NCT members pointing their guns to the GOT7 members and some of their men. You knew they’d be fine but you looked around the room for one person.

Looking up to the younger brother of the two, you asked, “where’s Yugyeom.”

“Right here dumbass,” your smile grew wider as you turned on your stomach to face the youngest member of GOT7. “Been a while.”

“Hell yeah,” you chuckled, “no hard feelings, still love you though.”

“Figured.” He chuckled as well before standing straight, “you wanna make cookies if you come back?”

“For sure. Chocolate chip?”

“I got a new cookie brownie recipe, if you’re down to try it?”

“I might ditch NCT to make it with you before going back.”

“Alright, enough!”

Well someone’s a buzz killer, damn.

Yes, we’re going to ignore the conversation you just had with Yugyeom.

“The USB (Y/n).”

UH????

Turning back on your back, you looked up at Jinyoung, “the one?” Upon no response, you continued, “old man please, it’s been eight months, can’t believe your memory goes back that far.”

NOT CHENLE CACKLING IN THE BACKGROUND OF YOUR COM

So your brothers kept asking for the USB that you stole when you ran away because you still have and you’d bring it here with you???

At some point Taeyong got fed up with it and a screaming match broke out between Jaebum and Taeyong.

“Go Taeyong go!”

“Shut up!”

Jeno kept looking at you asking if you were okay and you just kept nodding your head, assuring him that you were fine and that the floor was rather comfortable.

I mean, that is until Jinyoung was done being patient and grabbed his gun, pointed it at your forehead and step on your stomach to stop you from moving.

It’ll be your own sometimes.

“Alright, enough,” the sound of his voice was enough to get everyone’s attention and nearly all of NCT’s jaws clenched at the sight of you at gunpoint.

“You guys have people on the sidelines, right?” He asked, “get one of them to get that fucking USB.”

“Well damn,” you laughed while untying his shoelace, waiting for his reaction, “if you’re so eager about that USB then go get it yourself.”

You really didn’t expect him to take the safety off.

AGAIN, it’ll be your own sometimes.

Some of the members of your own group--

GOT7 because technically, GOT7 is also your group cause you know, legal daughter trope or whatever so it should be GOT8 but you don’t really like it--

Some members of GOT7 were protesting at Jinyoung’s actions but you didn’t really seem to care, at least, not as much as you should at gunpoint.

“This is why Jaebum is my favorite brother,” you rolled your eyes, “I mean, my favorite is Yugyeom but for legal reasons it’s a joke cause you look hella heated enough to kill someone--- that someone will be me if you don’t move that gun off my forehead.”

HE REALLY WASN’T HAVING IT LMAO

But you kept pushing your buttons so if you die, that’s your own fault.

“You won’t kill me though.”

“I will.”

“I’m your sister.”

“And?” He asked, “you're my legal sister, I break the rules all the time, you really think I give a damn right now?”

He does have a point.

But this is getting NOWHERE.

“I’m done.” A gunshot suddenly blasts through the room as everyone ducks to take cover. You crawl away as fast as you can from dumb and dumber and seek shelter almost immediately behind the wooden tables.

You’d have to slap Jeno for shooting his gun towards the air. Dumb bitch-

AND you’re getting dragged by the ankle by Jinyoung.

AGAIN, THIS IS WHY JAEBUM IS THE FAVORITE BROTHER.

“I need a hostage.”

“You need a better life choice.” Kicking him in the shoulder which knocks him back, the own USB you were looking for falls.

And what do you do?

You take off your flats.

Throw it at him.

Run towards the flash drive and grab it.

BEFORE DIPPING SO MFK QUICK.

YOU GOT AS FAR AS YOU COULD

Until you're knocked to the group right as the trigger goes off again.

You land on the floor with arms wrapped around your waist before pulling you up and rushing out the door, hands interlocked.

“Bye Yugyeom!”

Of COURSE Jeno is your savior.

If it weren’t for him, you would’ve been shot!

After a few more minutes of running and getting back to the car to seek shelter, you both fall against the doors, sliding down while panting heavily.

Greatest escape from brother and death.

“Hey,” catching your breath, your lightly push Jeno’s shoulder, “that was so fucking dumb you dumbass.”

He pushed you back, his chest heaving as well, “hey well yeah, you did it too so cry about it dumbass.”

“No,�� you leaned your back against him, your throat on fire from all the running and talking and fighting. “Don’t do that, you didn’t know what my brothers could’ve done, if they went out of their way to get me back, they wouldn’t hesitate to---”

Oh.

OH.

Damn, you weren’t expecting the kiss that soon but you’re all here for it.

I mean, it’s a kiss.

On the lips.

OOp

You melted into it and as subtle as you could, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It was not like this that you expected your first kiss with Jeno… but are you complaining?

Of course not.

Did you regret it?

Not with him you didn’t. And to be quite frank, you enjoyed every jolt of happiness and butterflies that came with it, especially the smirk that played on his lips after pulling away.

“Who knew kisses would get you quiet.”

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[falcon-eye]

So I’ve been writing on my phone and this one almost made me lose my shit because when initially hitting “copy” I accidentally hit “paste” and deleted the entire fucking thing. Thank GOD gmail keeps a copy of your notes. Holy shit.

Again made for @inexplicifics Accidental Warlord AU

Veko and Eloise’s domestic adventures continue! I’m so happy people actually like them! I’ve grown so close to them both. This will be part of their bigger story, because since I’ve been writing on my phone they’ve been really small and when I expound on them I want to add more details before all this, like about Veko and Hamra and all that. So consider these teasers I guess? That’s why the endings feel so abrupt. Or that’s the excuse I keep telling myself. I don’t know. But when I finally post everything it will be on AO3, and I may put these little ficlets on AO3 as a fic as well.

Anyway hope you enjoy this one! Veko and Eloise return!

——————

The next time Veko saw Eloise was just as bizarre as the first. Except this time, she ended up helping him as opposed to him saving her father again. It was, somehow, even more awkward.

It was a few weeks of a full year later. What was supposed to just be one kikimora turned into a while nest, and despite this, the alderman barely wanted to pay him what he said he would for the one kill, let alone a whole cluster of them. He wouldn’t even let Veko inside. Luckily it had almost literally just stopped raining. But it was getting to the point where Veko was having to take a few calming breaths between the arguing; the alderman was a miserable prick, but Veko didn’t want to snap on the guy.

“You take what I give ye an’ be done with it!” the alderman shouted, reaching for the dagger at his belt. “Or you’ll get no coin and—“

“Husband!” a woman’s voice rang out. Veko and the alderman jumped; fucking rain and yelling, making Veko’s senses dull. A small force practically ran into him from the side and wrapped a hand around his elbow. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Uh—“

“Eloise!” the alderman exclaimed. Oh shit, that’s where Veko knew her from! “Nothing t’ worry about, this Witcher was jus’ leaving.”

Eloise turned to Veko, pressing closer. “You were?” she asked, faking concern to apparently Veko’s ears only. “But darling, you just got here!”

Veko’s mind went totally blank. “Hello?” he said dumbly.

The alderman’s eyes narrowed. “What?” he hissed. “Eloise, this man—“

“Is my beloved,” Eloise cut in. The alderman’s mouth shut with an audible click. “Last year, don’t you remember? The Witcher that saved my father from those drowners!”

Veko continued to stare at her.

“But—“ the alderman stammered.

“Now what’s with all this shouting over here?” Eloise barreled on.

“I sent this Witcher here to kill the kikimora roamin’ about,” the alderman said.

Eloise gave Veko’s arm a little shake to snap him back into the conversation. “I, uh,” he stammered. “It wasn’t just one. There was a whole nest.”

Eloise clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped dramatically. “A whole nest!” she exclaimed, drawing the attention of the townspeople nearby. “My goodness! I’m so glad it’s been taken care of! Oh, Lennart, I don’t know what we would have done had a whole nest of those beasts descended upon the town!”

People were starting to whisper. The alderman—Lennart’s heart rate sped up. “Oh, well yes, I, eh, was good indeed.” He looked like he was trying to both glare at Veko and keep the shock of Eloise’s outburst off his face at the same time—and failing.

Eloise finally let go of Veko and took the alderman’s hands. “Do you need help with the coin?” she asked innocently. “For the additional kikimora? I know things have been difficult since Nora left—“

“I can handle it!” Lennart exclaimed, eyes darting around at the growing mass of people who’d come to hear about the monsters. The alderman patted Eloise’s hands and laughed nervously. “I mean, that’s alright dear! I-I’ve plenty of coin for the Witcher here! Let me—I’ll go get it.”

Lennart raced back into his house and the crowd of people began to disperse, clearly boring of the now dwindling conversation. Veko was still not sure what the fuck just happened. But before he could ask, the alderman burst back outside and practically threw a pretty hefty sack of coin into Veko’s hands.

“Splendid!” Eloise exclaimed, and then turned to Veko one more. “Shall we go, darling?”

Veko nodded, letting himself be led away, once again, by this bizarre woman. But just before Lennart went back inside, Veko turned to him, held up the bag of coin, and winked. Lennart turned an ugly red and slammed the door behind him.

“Fucking weaselly prick,” Eloise hissed. Veko guffawed.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Where did you even come from? How did you find me? What—what the hell was that?!”

Eloise held up a hand and ticked answers off her fingers. “I was in town putting an order for paints in, saw your horse tied to a tree near the edge of town, and Lennart is a right prick but easy to exploit because of it. His wife Nora left a few weeks ago with some adventurer who came through town. She knew he’d been trying to bed any girl in sight and rightfully left.”

Veko pocketed the bag of coin. “Well I’m not going to complain,” he said.

Eloise tucked her hand into the crook of his arm again. “Are you planning on staying?” she asked. “Papa says it’s supposed to rain; he can feel it in his knees, he says.”

Veko started itching at his burns. “I, uh—“

“Right, coming with me then.”

Veko laughed again and Eloise guide the way.

——————————————————

For having apparently acquired Eloise and her home, this was the first time Veko had actually been inside. It was cozy, the walls painted a pale pink and yellow. The kitchen was warm and smelled amazing, Eloise having apparently left something cooking while she’d been out.

Peering into the next room, the apparent main room of the house, Veko found bottles of paints and an assortment of brushes set up at an easel against the far window (splattered in paint); blank canvases were piled behind it. But actually giving the room a look-around, his attention was immediately drawn to the walls lined floor to ceiling with the most beautiful paintings Veko had ever seen.

Landscapes of what Veko recognized as the local stream and the goat paddock out back, faces he didn’t recognize but could have started up a conversation with him with how real they looked, random assortments of everyday items put together to make some interesting structure—there was art everywhere.

Veko didn’t realize he was gaping until he heard Eloise chuckle. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“They’re amazing,” Veko replied, reaching towards a painting of a young boy.

“Don’t touch!” Eloise snapped; Veko jumped. “Sorry, sorry, they’re just—when they dry the colors fade of you touch them.”

“Sorry,” Veko said, shoving his hand into his pocket.

Eloise shook her head. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be a famous painter. Sometimes I get commissions or sell some in Oxenfurt. There’s a man who comes by to take them to market every now and then. Anyway, apparently my father went to bed early,” she said. “Stew?” Eloise chuckled. “I can paint a delicious meal but actually cooking it, eh...”

Now it was Veko’s turn to laugh. “I’d love some, whatever it tastes like,” he said. “And—thank you, for that shit with the alderman.”

Eloise waved him off. “Honestly? Bringing you up has been doing wonders around here,” she said.

As Veko sat down at the table, he remembered: “Did you call me husband?”

“How long ago was that and you’re just realizing that now?”

“In my defense, you came out of nowhere!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be this great warrior with heightened senses?”

Instead of answering, Veko leaned forward and smirked. “You think I’m great?”

Eloise stared at him for a moment before scoffing and shoveling a spoonful of soup into her mouth. “A great pain in my arse,” she said, “and you’ve only been here five minutes.”

“Might I remind you that you’re the one who dragged me here.”

“Yeah, because you looked like a bloody kicked puppy when I asked!”

“Kitten.”

Eloise blinked. “What?”

Veko tapped his medallion. “I’m from the School of the Cat, so I’d be a kitten.”

There was a moment of silence before Eloise let out a ‘PFFFT!’ and burst out laughing. “Did you really just—“

“I can leave right now!” Veko exclaimed, but there was no heat behind it. Eloise’s laugh was loud and hoarse, hardly ladylike or cute, but for some reason Veko liked hearing it. He wanted to hear it again.

Eloise wiped tears from her eyes. “Just eat your stew, Witcher,” she said.

“Veko,” Veko said. “My name is Veko.”

“Veko,” Eloise repeated, like she was getting used to how it sounded. “Nice to officially meet you, husband.”

Veko started scratching his burns. “Oh gods.”

Eloise smacked his hand like she’d done last year. “Stop doing that,” she snapped. “You’re going to make it worse.”

“I’ve had it for fifteen years; I don’t think it’s going to get worse.”

Eloise was quiet. “How—? Never mind.”

“No, it’s ok,” Veko reassured her. “My brother and I got into a fight. Or something. I can’t remember. But it was an accident, either way.”

“Is your brother also a Witcher?”

Veko nodded, having just stuffed his face with stew again. “Yah,” he said, his mouth full. He swallowed. “Identical twins, actually. Though my hair’s longer and he’s a bit bulkier than I am. His name’s Hamra.”

“Veko and Hamra,” Eloise said, “twin Cat Witchers, huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” Veko replied. Over the course of the meal, Veko explained the basics about the Cats and their caravan, how they worked and why they occasionally split up. Eloise, for her part, only asking questions when he’d finished a story and let him talk most of the conversation. Normally, talking is what Veko was used to, but both times he’d been with this woman she’d shocked him into silence. It was nice to be comfortable again.

Night settled quickly and when they finished their respective meals, Eloise took both their bowls to wash. “I’m going to set a cot up for you,” she said over her shoulder.

“What, no bed?” Veko teased.

“Other than my father's bed, there’s only one other and it’s mine,” Eloise replied.

“Not enough room for husband and wife?”

Eloise suddenly turned serious. Without even turning to him she said, “I’ll not bed you, Witcher.”

Veko held his hands up in surrender, even though her back was still turned. “Ok,” he said softly. “Just messing around, sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you, truly.”

Eloise sighed deeply and finally turned to him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just. I don’t want that. From anyone, ever. It’s—it’s hard to explain. Just thinking about... that... makes me... extremely uncomfortable.”

Veko nodded. “I understand,” he said. “I mean, I don’t, but I respect that.”

Eloise smiled. “Thank you,” she said.

“Is that why me being your husband is useful?” Veko asked; Eloise’s heart rate sped up. “I don’t have a problem with that!” he quickly assured her. “It’s just, last year you said something to that effect.”

Eloise looked him in the eye for a moment, maybe trying to assess if he was telling the truth? And then nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s no problem here,” Veko said. “Gods know I only really come through this area once a year. I could swing by to keep up appearances.”

“And I could help you bleed Lennart dry of all his coin.”

Veko smirked. “I like the way you think.”

Eloise smirked back. “I think this is going to be a very successful partnership.”

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