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hyqerfixation · 1 year

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WAITER SAT AT THE TABLE

-art by ringorenji88 on twitter.

OKKK YAKUZA PILLARS WE LOVE..

Kny boys Drabble NOT FINISHED..

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"oh shit for real? The pillars are here!? " the pianist asked in shock

"yeah u can see them in the vip seating on the other side of the casino"

"oh for fuck sakes, another fight is probably gonna happen some time soon. "

"you bet"

After hearing the two colleagues gossip Y/n placed her old hairbrush back into her bag.

“What the fuck are pillars?” Y/n thought.

The strip club was definitely something,a popular angle wing in the outskirts of the city of japan

But how could she describe this club?

Utter shit

Female hookers only had a little bit to get ready for their customers, and the bartenders had even less time to change into their uniforms and set the stools down before the casino gets ready

Too add on, the club didn't have a wonderful dressing room for performers to get "all dolled up," as many owners put it, so she dressed up in the ladies employees restroom as long with her female colleagues.

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"HELP Y/N I CANT ZIP MY DRESS UP AND I HAVE TO GO OUT ANY MINUTE!"

"ume calm down jesus fucking crist, Turn around ill do the zip."

Y/N zipped up the performers outfit, which was way more flashier then her skutty uniform.

"daki ur late ur supposed to be on stage letter A right now!"

Another performer exclaimed, rushing daki out of the females room.

"OKAY OKAY I'M COMING ALRIGHT" daki turned around to y/n who was also supposed to be out on her shift right now.

"LET'S MEET UP LATER MM K?"

Y/N sighed lightly while giving a suttle smile

"sure" y/n replied on her way to follow daki to the exit.

Y/n exited the bathroom, leaving her aftershow clothes in on the bathroom sink as long as her bag, and began shifting her fingerless gloves.

“I should’ve pretended to sick today smh” she thought.

"hey y/n! What's up w being late all the time. We could've had a smoke break together."

"i would of been here five minutes ago but I was helping your sister "

Y/ns workmate, also known to be gyutaro rolled his eyes as he gave y/n her note pad and biro pen.

"whatever dude, but come tell me when your on your next break so we can go smoke mm k?"gyutaro said

Y/N waved him goodbye as she slowly walked away.

"we could've talked longer if u came on the right fucking time."

"mm k!" y/n mimicked, taking notes how the siblings act like each other.

Y/N walked out of the bar counter and pushed a stool aside her to continue on to taking orders.

Yet while she looked around she noticed all her work mates avoided the back left,also known as the more "mightier side". Was there someone big there? But if it was someone famous there wouldn't everyone be offering to take their order?

It didn't make sense.

Y/N walked towards to back without a ponder. There wasn't anyone to take the people's orders since the waiters scurried to take their orders, as if they were avoiding a certain table.

'whatever this is; i need that bag, so I guess I'm just going to have to deal with whatever hits me.' y/n thought.

High heels clanked on the ground while y/n search for a table to assist, only for-

"y/n! Y/n!"

She turned around.

"sasumaru? What's up with you?"

Sasumaru was one of y/ns closet friends at the casino, besides the siblings. She wanted to be a volley ball player but failed at everything ever since she was put under house arrest.

"I'm begging you to do that vip table! All of us are to scared to do it!"

"Well why, its not like they are gonna try to kill u for getting their order wrong."

Sasumaru laughed sarcastically

"they tried to kill yahaba because he asked if they wanted ice in their drink!" sasumaru exclaimed, rocking y/n back and fourth by the collar.

"whatever, I'll do it" y/n dead panned

"Are u so sure after hearing what I just told u!" sasumaru panicked even more

"yes it's fine I'll just do what they say, no questions, no ice."

Sasumaru stopped and starred at y/n

"Now will you let me go?" y/n asked.

"AAAAA UR SO COOL Y/N!!! SO BRAVE TOO, JUST LIKE ME"

Y/N pulled sasumaru off her and continued to walk to the vip room

'if u were brave like me, u would be walking to the vip lounge' y/n giggled to her self.

"hey babe what's ur number?"

"look at the fat in her back!"

"I would smack that"

Y/N grumbled to her self about these comments, much to her dismay shes pretty much used to the cat calling here. The manager doesn't really give a shit about the treatment his female employees get here.

'tch, whatever. Fucking saddos'

Y/N walked to the vip table, no in closer inspection she saw a group of men.

Rich men.

Rich and powerful men.

How could y/n tell they were powerful? Doesn't the silent tables of men around them tell you enough? What about the employees refusing to serve any where over here? Is that enough?.

"what could I get for you guys" y/n asked carefully, remembering what happend to yahaba.

"finally someone flashy to help us order!" one of the men said. His hair silver white with magenta eyes that popped. Jewellery coated his body with a expensive tuxedo.

"can I please just have some water? I hope that's okay." the other man said, he was way more bigger then the others and had a red beaded necklace on, his eyes were-wait, is he blind?

"CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME HOT WINGS" a booming voice asked, his eyes were orange and red, matching with his hair.

"shut the fuck up Kyojuro. I want a sex on the beach cocktail" another white haired male asked, his appearance way more scary then the others with his scars that show from his face to where the tuxedo is undone to show more scars.

"I want the same as sanemi!" the male from the start exclaimed again.

Y/N noted all of these

"anything else?"

"how about you darling?" the flashy man asked. y/n internally screamed inside.

"can uzui shut his mouth for ten seconds" the man known as uzui smacked the scar face beside him while the others laughed.

Y/N walked away when they finished their order.

Okay! Maybe they are a little bit imtimidating.

Yeah, especially when she realised she saw them on the news for murder half way through their order.

But it's fine. It won't bother her THAT badly. Would it?.

"what's up with you? You are all shaken up."

"I just realised I was taking the fucking pillars orders"

"Are you fucking stupid? Everyone knew that's why they stayed closer to the entrance."

Y/N clicked her tounge, she knew that she was stupid but she Just wanted some more money! Cut her some slack!

"I did hear the pianist talk about it outside of getting changed. I didn't really deep much into it though."

Gyutaro placed the drinks on a round black tray along with some hot wings.

"I mean it's your problem now, and to be honest if they didn't like you, you would have been dead by now."

Y/N awkwardly smiled, knowing shes fucked.

"yeah yeah whatever."

She grabbed the tray and started to walk back towards the mobsters

I mean are they really mobsters? even though how imtimidating they were, they somewhat respected you.

They respected you way more then other people you are close with.

"look at her body."

"she's hot."

"yo guys should I ask for her number?"

At this point y/n couldn't even hear the things that were said about her. She was too focused about the men on the Vip table. Is she scared? Incredibly. Is she going to act like nothings bothered her about them? Yes. She is.

The platform heels platters the floor, alarming the men on the table.

"I see your back so soon"

The bling guy said, clasping his hands together.

"took her time didn't she." the scarface complained, tapping his finger on the table.

"don't be so rude sanemi."

" and how the fuck am I being rude?!?"

Y/N placed their drinks down, ignoring how her body's shaking from the pillars infront of her.

"so lady! How long have you been working here?"

Y/N paused at what she was doing and looked up to the fire head who just asked her a question.

"just under a year."

Kyojuro nodded and smiled

"that's nice, you look so young though how old are you?"

Sanemi who sat on the edge of the table hanged his leg out

"I bet not a day over 19"

Y/N chuckled lowly, letting her guard down

"I'm 23"

Uzui spat his drink out

"HUH"

Gyomei smiled towards y/n, he felt comfortable around her arua.

He couldnt explain it, she just seems nice to hang around with.

Y/N chuckled again

"do I really look that young? -"

"NO WAY UR MY AGE"

Uzui shouted light heartily, maybe he could have a 4th wife.

"how about she sits down with us? Since u guys are obsessing over her like bitchy dogs."

Sanemi complained, true they were acting like dogs, but he would be lying if he didn't want to talk to y/n too.

"that's not a bad idea!" Rengoku exclaimed while tengen patterned on the the sofa like chair in between him and Kyojuro.

"how about you sit here precious?"

Y/Ns face paled, does she have a choice? I mean she doesn't mind sitting between them she's just worried her boss would think she's slacking off again.

"don't force her, remember she has a job to do." gyomei said to the two, for sanemi to agree

"I'll pay her to sit with me, her job is to get money from customers right? Come sit down with us darling."

Uzui said, while rengoku took a few papers out of his wallet.

"It's fine if you don't want to! We will still pay for our drinks." Rengoku re assured y/n.

Y/N smiled softly, forgetting her worries about any of them.

"cmon girl they will be asking all night if u don't say anything." sanemi grumbled, embarrassed of the two weirdos on the table with him.

"sure.but not for to long"

"BETTER THEN NOTHING!" Rengoku shouted, for uzui to nudge sanemi to move for y/n to get in.

Sanemi stood up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"come on uzui we don't have all day."

"Sorry my fatass Is making it harder to get out, I know you can't relate sanemi" uzui chuckled to make sanemi embarrassed. Y/n chuckled lowly, just to embarrass him more.

"whatever, in you get girl"

Y/N nudged over to Kyojuro, only to smile at each other while ignoring gyomei telling uzui to not body shame anyone.

"It's not my fault he fails at squats" uzui said nudging over to sit next to y/n

Which made her sandwiched between two physco extroverts who wears expensive tuxedos

Nothing else could get worse then it already is.

"so pretty face, what's your name?" sanemi asked, fed up of the name calling.

"I bet her name is really cool!"

"I bet its something snazzy"

Gyomei took a sip of his water and looked over to y/n

"whatever her name is, it would be beautiful."

Y/N was going to answer sanemis question once she had some of uzuis drink, that he offered her.

"my name is -"

"Y/N."

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Where Do You Go? | two | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

Part One

For the second time in two weeks, someone knocked on your door. Today you really didn’t want to see anyone. It was your wedding anniversary. Today, instead of being sad, you were angry. The kind of deep anger that just seemed to keep boiling under the surface, waiting to burst free.

Rooster once again stood on the other side of the door, pizza boxes in hand. He gave you a small smile when you opened the door, which quickly dropped when he saw your face. He started to regret just showing up at your doorstep for a second time.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, shifting on your feet, “With pizza?”

“I just-” He took a deep breath, “I didn’t think you needed to be alone today, and I figured you wouldn’t ask anyone to come over. I also figured that you probably haven’t eaten anything, so I brought dinner.”

“Why are you really here?”

He sighed, shoulders dropping, “Because I promised him I would take care of you if anything happened, and so far I’ve failed him.”

It was your turn to sigh. You weren’t the only one who grieved the loss of your husband, you knew that. But sometimes it was just easier to act like you were the only one who missed him. You lived with him and loved him and planned on having his children and spending the rest of your life with him. But Rooster was like his brother. His grief might be different from yours, but he was still grieving too.

“You can come in,” You step back, opening the door for him, “I was going to watch a movie to try to take my mind off of things. Just hadn’t picked one out yet.”

He followed you to the living room. You spent many nights here with Rooster and Kurtis. Kurt would have Rooster over for dinner at least once a month. You’d have game nights together. You couldn’t count the amount of times the two men made you laugh so hard that you cried.

The house seemed so full of light and life then, now it just feels dark and cold.

“There are a bunch of movies under the tv,” You told him, pointing to the entertainment center, “You can pick one. I’d probably end up playing his favorite and crying the whole time.”

He nods, reaching the entertainment center. You don’t look back as you grab the plates out of one of the cabinets, catching a glimpse of your small tattoo on your wrist as you did. You had matching ones with Kurtis, got them the day you were married. It was his idea to get them during the reception, a simple fine line tattoo consisting of your wedding date.

Now it was the worst kind of reminder.

Part of you just wants to scrub it off, if only you could. You wouldn’t have it removed though, not when it’s one of the only things left to tie you to him. One of the only reminders that he was real, and alive, and loved you.

Rooster fell asleep during the movie, so did you. You dreamed of your wedding, the beautiful white dress that still hangs in the back of your closet, and the flowers, and the way Kurtis looked at you all day. It was the perfect day with the perfect man. You loved him with all of your heart, and you thought nothing would ever really separate the two of you. You never thought death would actually come.

Rooster woke to the sound of glass smashing and breaking. He shot straight up, eyes needing to adjust to the now dark living room. He heard you grunt before more smashing. He lept to his feet, rushing towards the hall.

You let out a small scream before ripping another picture off of the wall and throwing it at the floor, causing the frame to break and glass to spray everywhere. Shards were stuck in your feet and legs. You didn’t seem to notice though, not as you threw another picture down at the floor.

Bradley tried to make his way towards you, glass crunching under his feet. You fought against his hold, trying to break free. Sobs fell from your lips as more glass lodged into your skin.

“Hey hush,” He tried to soothe you, holding you tightly, “I’ve got you. Okay? Just calm down.”

“He’s gone,” You cried, arms still flailing, “He’s gone and I can’t…I can’t do this without him.”

Rooster’s body went cold before he picked you up in one swift motion. He didn’t say anything as he carried you to the bathroom and set you on the counter. You kept crying, unable to stop.

This was the first time you really allowed yourself to feel the loss of your husband. You could finally feel the anger and the complete emptiness that seems to be taking over your entire body. You wanted to hit something-anything really. You wanted to feel the pain.

Maybe that’s why the glass didn’t bother you the way it should. Somehow, you liked the sting, because it gave you something else to focus on. Something other than the pain of losing him.

“I gotta get the glass out,” Rooster said softly, digging in the cabinet for the first aid kit that Kurtis always kept around, “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

Your voice was deadpan, cold and empty. It made Rooster worry, and he wasn’t one to worry all that much. He was careful, yes, and maybe cautious, but that was the extent of it.

He sighed and reached for a pair of tweezers in the box, deciding to start with the larger pieces of glass. He had a bottle of rubbing alcohol next to him, ready to clean your wounds. Your heart ached because of how gentle he was being with you.

“Why was it him?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know. It could have been any of us.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Only that he loved you,” He replied, pulling out another chunk of glass, “That was the last thing he said, he wanted me to tell you that he loved you.”

You could hardly breathe. His last words were for you, and only you. He loved you, and he died with that on his lips. Nothing else. It hurt. Was he scared? God, you hoped he didn’t die scared. For weeks you’ve had the same nightmare about the accident, and how scared he must have been.

“He didn’t deserve it,” Rooster explained, “He was a good man, one of the best.”

When you didn’t say anything, Rooster went back to work on your legs. They weren’t too bad, but some of the cuts might scar a little. He didn’t think they would be bad though, nothing like his own scars. He always swore his scars were the worst part of himself, but you always said the opposite. You made him feel like he was worth more than he saw.

“This is going to sting a bit,” He told you, looking up briefly, “I need to clean them out.”

You flinched a little but didn’t otherwise move. Rooster wished he could get through to you. He wished there was something he could do to fix the ache in your chest. He watched his mom go through this, but was never sure if it was made better or worse because she had him. You were doing this alone though. You had no one on your side, no one with you day in and day out.

He could be that for you. If it meant that you would be okay, he would be there for you. He would keep his promise to Kurtis. The promise he made on this day all of those years ago. He promised if anything ever happened, he would take care of you. So far, he failed in his promise. He wouldn’t keep doing that.

“My mom had me,” he explained, “Maybe I made it easier, maybe I made it harder. But she had me, and you don’t have anyone here for you. So, from now on, you have me too. You get me? I’m here.”

“I should have him here.”

He nodded slowly, “You should. But I promise you, I’ll do the best I can.”

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starlitmark · 1 year

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Summary: After a long day at the hospital, all Jaemin needs is cuddles from his babies. Pairing: cashmere lop!Jaemin x fem human!reader Tropes: hybrid au Genre: fluff, slice of life Rating: PG Warnings: storms, pregnancy, mentions of hospitals/surgeries Word Count: 822

Neo Hybridverse Masterlist || Cashmere Lop!Jaemin Masterlist

It’s late. It’s really late at night. You’re doing your best to soothe all three of your children back to sleep. A typical summer storm is rolling through your part of the city, and none of them are quite keen on the idea of sleeping right now. You’re beyond exhausted, though. Being eight months pregnant while wrangling a seven-year-old and two five-year-olds is not how you wish to be spending your night.

“Momma, I don’t like the storm. It’s hurting my ears.” Miyoung comments, pressing her hands over her fluffy ears.

“I know, love.” you try to soothe, “Hopefully, Daddy’ll be home soon, and he can help scare the storm away.”

Seojun is the least bothered by the weather. If anything, he’s doing his best to help you. He brought Chaewon her favorite stuffed animal (which he had hidden from her) in hopes that it would help calm his twin down. He bounced around the bedroom, trying to distract his sisters from the storm. All of his attempts to help failed, of course, and he ended up getting spooked by the storm as well.

A loud clap of thunder sounded through the air, and all three of them clung to your sides in bed, trying to hide from the raging storm. Miyoung lets out a squeal and hides her face against your chest. Despite her fear, she giggles when the baby kicks in her direction. You don’t even realize your husband has returned home until the bedroom door pops open, and all three of your kids barrel toward him.

“Hello, my kits.” he giggles, “Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks while squatting down to their level.

“I was sleeping, but Chae woke me up.” Seojun grunts.

“LIAR! HE WAS SCARED OF THE STORM FIR-” Chaewon starts her tangent but then jumps into her dad’s arms as thunder claps again.

Jaemin picks up all three of them. Miyoung on his back with one twin in each arm. He playfully tosses them on the bed, listening to the chorus of giggles that they let out. You smile at their playful nature despite how late at night it is. With a hand resting on your belly, you watch the interaction contently. Seojun’s grey ears flop back and forth each time Jaemin tickles him. Miyoung and Chaewon, with their soft brown ears try to escape the tickle monster that is their dad. Everything feels so warm and happy.

“I gotta go get changed real quick. These clothes smell like the yucky hospital.” Jaemin explains, “I’ll be right back to cuddle with you five.”

“Five?” you question with a giggle.

Jaemin leans over and kisses you softly, earning disgusted noises from your kids, “Five.” he confirms, placing a hand on your belly.

“Technically, she’s not here yet, so it’s more like a two-for-one situation.”

“Only a few more weeks.”

With that comment, Jaemin disappears into your closet to change into something much cleaner and more comfortable. After a twelve-hour shift as a pediatric surgeon, he absolutely needs to decompress. Cuddling with his babies and wife is exactly what he needs to do. When he comes back into the room, he sees Miyoung already curled up beside you, half asleep. The twins are still pretty hyper, but you’ll always blame that on how high-energy he is too. Before he can process what the two five-year-olds are planning, they’re each clung to one of his legs. Seojun is wrapped around his left leg while Chaewon is on his right. Jaemin drags his feet along the hardwood flooring trying to get to the bed. Both twins giggle excitedly as he does so. The moment he reaches the bed, they both detach and jump up onto the plush mattress. Jaemin climbs into the bed beside you. All three of the kids relax finally. Miyoung is already snoring lightly against your shoulder while the twins wind down finally.

“Pheromones?” you question. Jaemin nods, “How was work today?”

“Actually, not horrible. Two successful surgeries for those little ones I told you about the other day. Then a lot of planning for tomorrow and those surgeries. I’m actually really worried about-”

“Let’s talk about that when we don’t have three kids in our bed.” you interrupt. “Let’s just cuddle for now. We all need it.”

Your husband nods and starts gently stroking Chaewon and Seojun’s ears, lulling them to sleep. The storm starts to calm down outside, and you find yourself leaning your head onto your husband’s shoulder. Miyoung is fast asleep on your left, Chaewon on your right, between you and Jaemin. Seojun is contently curled up on Jaemin’s chest. Moments like these will always be treasured to you. No matter how long they are or how far in the past they may become.

“I love you.” Jaemin mumbles sleepily, “Thank you for giving me these four miracles.”

“I love you too, bunny. Get some rest. It’s been a long day for you.”

Networks: @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List: @raibebe @jaehunnyy @umbralhelwolf @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

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hearts4golbach · 2 months

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 22.

my head pounded as i dug through my bag, praying i had some sort of pain killer in that damn thing. unfortunately, i didn't have shit. i leaned against the counter and texted johnnie.

me: johnniee

me: Are you up?

johnnie: yeah babe what's up

me: Are you coming tonight?

johnnie: Of course

me: Would you mind bringing something for my headache? it's starting out to be a terrible night, lol

johnnie: yeah ill head that way soon :)

me: Thank youuu

i turned off my phone. the bell on the door rang, and i greeted the customer. "Welcome in. what can i get for you?" Hearing the same repetitive phrase angered me tonight, way more than any other night. i cleared my throat in an attempt to calm myself down.

"Can i get a latte, please?" the girl requested.

i hummed. i turned around towards the espresso machine. i packed it and slid the container into the slot. i pressed the on button, expecting it to work, but it didn't. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." i said under my breath, hoping the customer didn't hear. i turned back around. "im so sorry, the espresso machine is broken."

"Oh, no worries!" she gave me an awkward smile before looking up at the menu. "Can i get a medium vanilla cream hot coffee?"

"yes ma'am, so sorry for the inconvenience." i picked up the coffee pot, which i had made a fresh batch not long before she had come in.

she finally received her drink. she paid and left, leaving me alone in the cafe once more. i poured myself a cup of cold water and chugged it, hoping it'd dull the pain.

i discovered that the espresso machine had just unplugged, but it was still a bitch to plug back in. i opened the cabinet and moved the extra bags of coffee beans. the plugs were in the very back of the cabinets. i was torso deep into the cabinets, trying to fish the cord out from behind the small opening in the back of it whenever johnnie walked out.

i heard a chuckle slip out of his lips. "You okay over there?"

"Yeah, just trying to plug something in." i mutter as i finally reconnect everything.

i stand up and turn to find johnnie holding a small bouquet of about 5 light pink and white tulips. i purse my lips and try to hold back tears.

"Awe, it's okay, y/n." he smiled softly, coming behind the counter to hug me. i held onto him tightly, feeling as if some of my problems had washed away. he rubbed my lower back and pulled a small container of painkillers out of his back pocket. "Here are those, if you wanna take them real quick."

he kept one arm wrapped around my waist as i did. "Thank you so much," i pecked his lips, "im so glad you're here."

he pulled up a chair behind the counter to sit with me, "What's been going on?"

"It's just that nothing seems to be working. It's just been a weird night. i have a massive headache, and my temper is super short tonight. of course, the thing was unplugged, so i had to fix that. but im only an hour into the shift, and i know the rest of the night is going to be shit." i rambled, dreading the following hours.

"Can i help around the store again? maybe that'll take some shit off of your shoulders." he offered. "What all do you have to do tonight?"

"Well, take orders, obviously. i need to sweep and mop out here and go do the last of the day shift dishes, then i need to wipe down all the counters and tables. we need to take down the valentines decorations, too." i listed off all of the main tasks that came to mind.

"Where's the broom?" he asked with zero hesitation.

"Since you really wanna help, the broom is in the closet right over there." i pointed to my right, "but really, you dont have to help."

"i wanna help, love." he replied before taking out the broom and beginning to sweep the floors.

the next hour worth of orders went smoothly. surprisingly, tonight was a busier night than usual. i decided to stop complaining, as i was getting more money, the more people that came in. johnnie then wiped off all the tables and counters, leaving them spotless.

"youre actually the best." i called from across the cafe. he smiled and gave me a thumbs up before returning to the last few tables.

"You ready to take the decorations down?" he asked, wiping his forehead after tossing the dirty rag in the dirty bin.

"Yeah, let's do it." i climbed up on his shoulders, figuring it'd be best to get the hard shit to take down out of the way first.

"There's a party me and jake were invited to this weekend. Do you wanna come with me? i think tara is going, too." johnnies thumb gently rubbed my thigh.

"Uh, obviously," i stuttered. i tossed the small stack of heart cutouts onto the floor before moving on to the next one. "Why wouldn't i want to go?"

he shrugged. "i dunno."

"My parents are coming to town soon. i told my mother about you, and she wants to meet you." i mentioned. i was anxious for his response. "Do you want to?"

"Uh, yeah? of course i fucking do." he giggled.

i sighed, "i just need to warn you, im not sure if she'll like you. she's very judgemental."

"Then I'll earn it. dont worry, y/n."

"You'll earn her liking you?" i raised my eyebrow even though he couldn't see.

"Yeah, I'll find a way." he patted my upper thigh.

after i picked the last heart off of the wall, i got off of his shoulders. he placed a soft kiss on my lips. i replied, "im sure you will."

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kpoptarotvibes · 9 months

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A Town Surrounded By Wolves Ch. 10

A Town Surrounded By Wolves (m)

Wolf Au

Pairing – Werewolf Jungkook x Human (Female)! Reader

Genre – Werewolf AU, Smut, Humor, Angst, Strangers To Lovers.

Author Note: This world is a mix of olden times and the future. So there will be an odd mixture of old and new dialogue and décor.

Summary – The townspeople made an agreement with the wolves that they would make a virgin sacrifice every year to keep the wolves from attacking the town. You were the sacrifice this year. In a confusing twist of fate, you find out who the real wolves are.

Author Note: Sorry this is short need this to set up a larger chapter. Please don't be a silent reader your feedback is much appricated.

Ch. 10

The morning was unusually quiet. You and Jungkook ate breakfast in silence. You couldn't help but feel bothered by his lack of communication. He hardly looked at you, didn't touch your back or hips like he usually did, and didn't engage in his usual flirty banter. You knew that the situation was weighing on him, but he was trying to keep it to himself.

"Hey," you called out quietly, trying to break his attention from his thoughts. He looked over at you, his brown hair messy with a slight pout on his lips. The puffiness under his eyes made him look cute and sleepy for once. “We said we would work it out, right?" He nodded but barely smiled. You sighed, feeling like giving up. At the moment, you didn't think there was anything you could say or do to make him feel better.

As you finished breakfast and got dressed in his huge, beautiful closet, you noticed Jungkook was still lost in thought or pouting. It made you feel bad, but then you saw him packing a bag for both of you. It gave you hope that what he confessed to you the night before wasn't just a figment of your imagination.

Your thoughts shifted to your best friend and how you would tell her about your week with Jungkook. You imagined a few reactions she might give you. Then your thoughts drifted to your parents, and you couldn't wait to see them and tell them you were okay. It felt like you had been there for more than a week. You felt like you spent a month there, learning hard truths, healing, and discovering that love could still be for you even after the death of a boyfriend.

You let out a sigh, lost in thought. Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted you. You looked up to see Jimin standing in the closet doorway.

“Are you guys ready yet? Jimin asked.

"I don't know. I think we are," you said as you looked towards Jungkook, who had his back turned towards you and was busy packing.

"Yeah, almost," he answered nonchalantly. You looked at him and then cast your eyes downward in sadness. You really hated his mood right now. Jimin must have noticed because you felt him gently tug on your arm.

"Hey, let's talk for a minute," Jimin said as he grasped your arm and led you out of the closet. He gently led you into the grand living room until you were standing in front of him, with his eyes searching yours.

“He’s been quiet all morning,” you said sadly. “He won’t talk to me.”

Jimin affectionately squeezed your upper arm. "It's okay, just give him some space. This is hard for him too," Jimin assured you softly. All you could do was nod quietly in agreement. You knew it was difficult for both of you because nothing was certain and plans for staying together were not finalized. This created tension between you both. You naively thought that since last night, you both agreed quietly in each other's arms that you would work things out and be together no matter what. You felt an ache in your chest over this.

“Look everyone deals with situations in their own way. This is something that could be a reminder of what he lost in the past. So just give him a little space to try and deal with it in his own way,” he gently nodded hoping you agree. But all it did was make you feel bad and selfish.

You sighed feeling tears gathering up in your eyes. “I know. I just….God I’m being so selfish right now,” you swallowed holding back a sob.

“No! no your not,” Jimin tried to protest.

“I am. Knowing what happened to him. How can I expect him to be any other way,” you choked. Now tears were starting to stream. You sniffed trying to wipe them away quick. You really didn’t want to cry like this in front of Jimin.

“Aww no. Don’t cry,” Jimin embraced you and held you tight. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m so sorry. Everything will work out. I promise. Just give him some time that’s all,” he said so gently into your ear as he held you. You only nodded in his shoulder you didn’t trust yourself to talk.

“Just remember you will always be a part of our pack now. We won’t abandon you. We will always be here for you,” he said as he tried to comfort you. You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you just silently nodded his shoulder.

Both of you stayed silent for a minute. Jimin gave you a chance to calm down and compose yourself. You pulled away from him and wiped away the remaining tears, sniffing. Finally, you calmed down some. You looked at each other, and Jimin silently asked with his eyes if you were okay. You gently nodded, and he slowly let you go.

You could hear Jungkook walking down the hallway. He stopped and looked at both of you curiously, then at you with a hint of sadness. "I'm ready," he spoke. His eyes lingered on your face for a bit before he turned and headed out of the front door. Your heart ached as you looked after him.

Jimin gently squeezed your arm to offer comfort, and you followed him out to help. Slowly, you made your way out of the house. Jungkook and Jimin were busy packing the remaining luggage and supplies into the back of the SUV. When Jungkook finished putting away his last bag, he stopped to look at you. He said something quietly to Jimin, who nodded and then looked back at you with a small smile before heading towards the back door of the SUV.

You stopped in front of Jungkook. He looked down at you with a sorrowful expression, then pulled you into a tight hug. You sighed and rested your head deeper into his chest, feeling the familiar ache in your chest. You wanted his attention and affection, but not like this while you were both in an emotionally triggered situation.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he pulled back and kissed you on your forehead. Pressed his forehead to yours.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry and make a big de…

“No don’t apologize it was me. I….my behavior my mood it’s just….I really don’t want to lose you. And I’m trying as hard as I can to act like everything is okay. But I’m not,” he struggled to confess. And it hurt to hear because you knew what this situation triggered inside of him. You knew what memory this brought up in him.

You wished you could reassure him better, but you yourself didn't know how your family would react to this. You didn't want to make him any promises you weren't sure you could keep. You felt helpless and powerless right now, and you hated that feeling.

“But that’s no excuse I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he went on. Gently pulling you towards him into a hug and you let him hold you tight.

Suddenly, you hear a car pull up quickly. Jungkook tenses up and looks in the direction of the sound. As you both pull away, you see Taehyung jump out of a truck and almost run towards you.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! He yelled in a panic.

You looked at him in shock. So, you will be introducing your family to 3 wolves instead of 2. You guessed Jimin was right, you were a part of their pack now. No one was going to let go of you that easily.

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As It Was [Chapter 3][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship?

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, violence, illusion to smut, mention of death

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

WC: 5K

Series masterlist here

You decided it would look too impatient, too pathetic, to wait outside. Instead, you shuffled around inside the house doing mindless chores to kill the time. You had been ready for forty minutes, blonde hair perfectly curled and pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands left hanging out to frame your face. Tight blue dress with a slit that went dangerously high, capped sleeves to make up for it in modesty, strappy heels.

You were elbow deep in the junk drawer of the kitchen when you heard a rumbling in the driveway. Quickly, you extricated yourself from the pile of tape and old receipts and shoved the drawer closed.

The doorbell rang and you swung open the door to see Rooster in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, wide grin across his lips. For the first time, you noticed a few faded scars on the left side of his face. Your fingers twitched at your side, wanting desperately to trace them.

“Well shit,” he muttered, stepping in the doorway. “You look amazing.”

You smiled and reached for your purse that was hung on the back of the closet door. “Ready to go?”

He blocked the door for a moment. “One second. Just need to give you a second look.”

You smirked and grabbed his hand, pulling him out the door. “Come on, plenty of time to gawk tonight.”

Rooster glanced over at you in the passenger seat of his truck as you sped down the freeway.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” you demanded. “Or are you just going to keep staring at me and almost get us launched off the bridge?”

He chuckled. “Where has Seresin been hiding you all my life?”

You relaxed back into the seat. “What’s your real name? I know it can’t be Rooster. I’m talking God-given, your mother calls you this name.”

“Bradley,” he said quietly and you sensed a shift in the air in the cab of the truck. You turned to him and he had his eyes glued to the road. You knew better than to press him, just from the energy he was giving off, so instead you laid your hand on his thigh, felt his leg stiffen under your touch. “Fuck, you’re going to make this hard on me, aren’t you?” he whispered.

You dug your fingertips into his denim-clad muscular thigh. “Definitely.”

Rooster pulled into a parking spot in a largely empty parking lot. You looked around as he opened your door and shivered in the evening air.

“Alright, are you going to murder me? Because the whole squad knows we’re on a date, so you have no alibi.”

He placed one large hand on your lower back and steered you toward a brick wall, pulling you in close to his side.

You looked up at him. “That’s not a response,” you said and he gave you a sly grin.

“Relax,” he said, leading you to a door that seemed to appear out of nowhere on the side of the building. He reached for it and yanked it open.

You stepped inside to find a prohibition style cocktail bar, red velvet booths lining one wall, a giant wooden bar with dim chandelier lighting above it. Rooster smiled at the bartender as you walked past, and directed you to a booth at the far end of the room, away from the stage, tucked into the corner.

You sat down and he scooted in until your thighs were touching.

“Surprised?” he asked and you nodded with a smile. “Good.” He laid one warm hand on your upper thigh, pinkie tucking in under the slit of your dress and grazing bare skin. You jumped slightly at the vibration of his finger dragging across your thigh and he smirked.

A waitress appeared. “Two negronis please,” he said before she could put down a cocktail menu.

“What if I don’t like gin?” you asked, turning to him, propping one arm up on the back of the plush seat.

Rooster leaned into you closer. “Well, date over, I guess.”

“Good thing it’s my favorite, then,” you said and he smiled.

“Knew there was something about you that I liked,” he said, voice thick and you watched his eyes flick over your features, reading you like an open book. “Last time I’m going to ask. What’s the deal with you and Seresin?”

The waitress deposited your drinks and you snatched yours up, taking a sip. It was perfect. “Jake has been my best friend since we were eighteen. Simple as that.”

“And you’re telling me you two never dated?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

Rooster tipped his head. “I’ve seen him around you. Watched him touch you.” His hand shifted and you felt all five fingers duck beneath the fabric of your dress at the very top of the slit. Rooster’s fingers pressed down against your thigh, only a few inches from your panties. He leaned in closer until his mouth was touching your ear. “Do you let him touch you like this?”

Your breath was ragged as he pulled back with a grin, extracting his fingers from under your dress to grab his drink, taking a long swig. “Are you always this bold?” you asked.

He shook his head. “You never answered my question, sweetheart. Do you let Seresin touch you? The way you’re thinking about me touching you?”

“And how is that?” you murmured.

“I think you know.” “I want to hear you say it.”

“Do you let him kiss you?” he whispered and you shook your head. “Slide his hands down your back and over your ass?” Head shake. “Prop you up on the counter, spread your legs apart with his hands, dig his thumbs into your thighs so he can see how wet you are.” You shook your head again, chest rising as one of Rooster’s hands slid up your thigh, over your hip, to your lower back. His brown eyes locked on yours. “You don’t let him run his fingers over your chest, pinch you with his thumb and index finger?” Another head shake. His hand started to journey upward until it threaded into the bun at the nape of your neck and his fingers tightened in your hair. Rooster leaned closer, tugging gently on your bun so you were looking up at him, eyes wide, pupils dilated. “Let him pull your hair while he fucks you from behind?”

At this point you were panting and he lowered his gaze to watch your chest rise and fall under the silky blue material. He released his grip on your hair and you sunk back down, watching him smirk and take another sip of his drink. You had never in your life met someone so forward and sexy from the start. Even the mustache, which previously would have sent you running for the hills, somehow added to the allure. “Now I see why Jake didn’t want me to come tonight,” you said, watching Rooster’s eyes darken. He gulped down the rest of his drink.

“Oh yeah? What did he say?”

“That you weren’t good enough for me,” you answered and he scoffed. You reached out and traced over the scar on his left cheek and he jolted. Instead of pulling away, you simply flattened your fingers against his skin, looking up into his eyes. “He’s wrong, you know.”

“About what?” Rooster’s voice was gruff. Jake was obviously his Achilles’ heel. You were going to force it out of one of them, or both of them, someday. But that was for another time, another place.

You let your fingers drop from his face. “You’re good enough,” you whispered, watching Rooster’s face soften. “I’m not some piece of fine China, not to be touched, like Jake will have you believe. I’m not his responsibility, no matter how much he likes to think I am. So don’t treat me differently than any other girl you would take on a date.”

He gave you a wide grin and to your surprise, scooted off the bench seat to standing, holding out his hand. “Dance with me.”

Again, not a request. Simply a demand, and you immediately put your hand in his, let him lead you out onto the dance floor. The band on the stage was playing a loud swing song, and Rooster pulled you effortlessly into his arms, spinning you around the dance floor expertly. You laughed and let him dance you in circles song after song, and when the music finally slowed he pulled you in tightly, a large hand pressed deeply into the dip of your lower back and you threaded one hand through the ends of his hair around the nape of his neck.

“Rooster,” you said and he looked down at you.

“Yeah, baby?” he replied.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Back in the truck, he turned to you. “Where to?”

You turned, your chin resting on your shoulder. “Let’s go to the beach. Oh and I am starving, you promised me dinner.”

Rooster grinned as you tore into the burger, bare feet propped on the dashboard as he drove out into the darkness. You leaned over and fed him a bite, wiping at his mustache when it inevitably came in contact with some sauce.

He held out a hand to help you down from the bed of the truck, and your toes sunk quickly in the sand. Rooster followed on your heels, his hand grasped tightly around yours. When you stopped near the shore and sat down on the dry part of the sand bank, he sat down behind you, pulling you into his arms, your back pressed against his chest. You leaned back, let him trace invisible lines up your forearms. The beach was empty, save for the dying remnants of a fire someone had forgotten to completely smother a few hundred feet away.

“Who taught you to dance?” you asked after several minutes of silence.

He paused. Then, “My mother.” You sensed a change in his voice. Swiveling around, you hiked up your dress and straddled his lap, Rooster’s hands naturally settling on your waist.

“Bradley?” you asked and he looked up, surprise creasing his face at your use of his first name.

“What is it, honey?”

“Why don’t you like to be called by your first name?”

He shook his head. “Who said I didn’t?”

“Well nobody said it. It’s just the way you acted when I asked your real, God-given name. Made it seem like there was something you weren’t telling me.”

He sighed. “It wasn’t you asking my name. You mentioned my mother. She, uh, she died a few years ago.”

“Oh, my God,” you said, reaching out and pressing both hands to his cheeks before pulling him into a hug. “I am so sorry.”

His large, warm hands wrapped around you and you stroked your fingers up and down the length of his back, all taunt muscles underneath his shirt. “It’s OK,” he said, but you heard his voice. He was broken. It was something you recognized all too well.

You pulled back, smoothing your hands through his hair and coming to rest on his broad shoulders. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressed you on it.”

Rooster shook his head. “It’s OK. It’s better this way. I like you, Abby. I’m not afraid to tell you that. I’m not afraid to tell you what I want or what baggage I’m toting around.”

He was honest and raw in a way that you had seen very few men before him ever act, and never on a first date. Something about him felt instantaneously familiar. And then his hands started to tighten on your waist and you felt a jolt of electricity buzz through your core. “You are not at all who I expected,” you murmured and he smiled.

“No?”

You shook your head. “No. You’re so much better.” Then you leaned down and pressed your lips against his, felt one of Rooster’s hands come up to grip your neck, the other sliding across your back until he was touching your side. He shifted underneath you and rolled you, gently, until you were on your back in the sand. For a moment, you were reminded of a week before when you had been in an eerily similar position with Jake, the night he took you to the Hard Deck. Before Diana. Before Rooster. Before everything had changed.

And then Rooster’s tongue pushed softly between your lips and every thought of Jake evaporated from your mind.

***

“Did you sleep with him?”

You threw a tired look over your shoulder. “That’s none of your business.”

Jake dropped the tote bag of food from the farmer’s market on your kitchen counter and lifted his sunglasses off, setting them down near the bag. “It sure as hell is my business. He’s my fucking wingman. And you’re my best friend.”

You huffed and started to pull the fruit and vegetables out of the bag, slapping them onto the marble counter. “I’m not going to answer.”

“Why not?” his tone was icy.

“That’s between me and Bradley.”

You watched Jake’s jaw set into a hard line. Your use of Rooster’s first name set him on fire. “So it's Bradley now?”

“Yes, it is.”

“You seriously like him?”

You plunged a few apples into the water and vinegar bath you had set up in the second sink. “No, I just went on a date with him because he repulses me.” Jake’s fist balled up at his side. “Obviously I like him, Jake. You’re not blind. He’s a fucking gorgeous pilot. What's not to like?” You knew that would get under Jake’s skin. Being an aviator was his personality, and he never let you forget it.

“He’s not right for you.”

“Oh yeah? Speaking of not right. When were you going to tell me about Diana?”

Jake paused, his hands outstretched on the kitchen island. “What do you mean? I told you about her last week.”

Whipping around, you gave him a dark look. “You had a girlfriend. For six months. And you never once thought to tell me? What the fuck? You say I’m your best friend. We talk every single day. And somehow she never came up? You were hiding her from me.”

“I wasn’t hiding her,” he whispered.

“No? So I must have just blacked out every time you mentioned her for the last six months, is that it?” You threw down the kitchen towel you had been using to dry the produce and Jake looked up with shock. “What the fuck are we doing here, Jake? Sneaking around, lying to each other? Messing in each other’s love lives? This isn’t us. This isn’t who we are. I used to be able to trust you. I thought you coming to San Diego would be the best fucking thing that had ever happened. That it would be like UT all over again. That I would have my best friend back.”

“Bubs,” he said, moving forward and pressing his hands against your arms, thumbs rubbing back and forth softly. “Hey, honey, it’s me. I’m the same person. I’m still your best friend. I want the best for you. Why is that too much to ask?”

You looked up into his soft green eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about Diana sooner?”

He stuttered, but you didn’t drop your gaze. “Abby,” he whispered.

You shook your head and he gripped you tighter. You tried to look away and he reached up one hand, guiding your line of sight back to his.

“Sweetheart, come on,” he whispered. “You know I would have told you eventually. I was just waiting for the right time.”

“You’re giving me such shit for going on one date with Bradley,” you whispered, your throat closing in, tears peppering the backs of your eyes. “Meanwhile, you lied to me for half a year.” You pushed his arms away, folded yours over your chest. “You should go.”

“Bubs,” Jake begged and you shook your head.

“Jake, please. I’ll talk to you later.”

He knew you well enough to know you were firm on your decision. Jake grabbed his sunglasses from the counter, and hesitated before stepping closer, pressing his lips to your cheek.

Once you heard the door shut and his truck buzz to life, you slipped down to sitting, back against the wooden cabinets. Why did he care so much about you and Rooster? And why were you really so mad at him for hiding his relationship with Diana?

***

“Are you alright?” Bob tipped his head, his wire frames sliding down his nose.

You nodded, setting your drink down on the bar behind you, readjusting on the hard stool. Phoenix and Rooster were in the middle of a heated pool game, demolishing two other uniformed aviators. Rooster had offered to take you anywhere, but you knew where he had hoped to end up and you had quickly acquiesced, changing into a pair of faux leather leggings and an off the shoulder sweater before hopping in the passenger seat of his truck and hurtling off to the Hard Deck. “Just fine, thanks.”

He leaned back against his chair, hand digging in a plastic cup of peanuts, as Phoenix sunk the final ball into the far left corner of the table. She and Rooster cheered and hugged, and you watched the faces of their opponents fall as they handed over two crisp twenties each.

“Good game,” Rooster said, patting one of the guys on the back before slipping the cash into his back pocket and coming to stand between your legs. He leaned over, one hand on either side of you gripping the wooden bar. “How you doing, baby?”

You smiled up at him. “Just fine.”

“Fine?” he repeated, shaking his head. “That won’t do.” He reached both arms behind you and pulled you up until you were hoisted into his arms. You laughed and he took a seat on the piano bench, setting you down so your legs were thrown across his.

Rooster reached for the keys and the overhead music cut out, everyone rushing to clamor around the old wooden upright piano. You wrapped one arm around his neck and he punched down on the keys and the pedals, singing loudly, shades pulled over his eyes. You looked around as everyone joined in, drunken smiling faces.

Bradley was the type of man you had been looking for. Fun, energetic, determined. Someone who knew what he wanted. Someone who could be your safe place, and also push you.

The song ended and he leaned back, sweat on his brow, a glow over his entire face. You reached over and wrapped your other hand around his neck, pulled him in for a kiss. Nearby, a few of the other aviators howled and you smirked against his lips.

“Fuck off, Coyote,” he muttered, sliding his lips to the side and you heard a laugh behind you.

You pulled apart, and Rooster smiled. “Can I get you another drink?” he asked and you nodded.

Leaning back against the wall, you watched him walk away, a loopy grin on his face as he leaned over the wooden bar, chatting casually with the bartender. Phoenix and Bob took their spots at the end of the pool table against two new competitors. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar blond head weaving through the crowd.

Jake appeared at the other end of the table, and to your surprise he had Diana’s hand gripped tightly in his. The rest of the team looked up with surprise.

“Hangman,” the guy nearest to him said. They shook hands.

“Fanboy,” he replied casually, his eyes trailing around the room and locking on yours. You hadn’t spoken since the day before when you kicked him out of your house after the farmer’s market. Jake smoothed his arm over Diana’s back, nudging her forward. She looked uncomfortable in front of the group, a frown painted on her face. “Guys, this is Diana. My girlfriend.”

Bob and Coyote shot glances at you, eyes widened with surprise. Diana also locked eyes with you, and the heat of the stare made you look down at your feet. When you looked up after a beat, she was still looking. You felt an arm brush against yours, Rooster holding out a beer and you grabbed it, silently praising him for the distraction. His arm slid around your waist, large fingers rubbing against the waistband of your leggings and you looked up, smiling.

Across the table, Jake’s fingers tightened on Diana’s side.

“Um, nice to meet you,” Bob said softly, cutting through the tension. Rooster and Jake were staring at each other, neither moving or blinking.

Diana shifted. “Nice to meet you too,” she replied quietly. She looked more out of place here at the bar than she had the night you met at Jake’s house. Her tanned fingers fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt and the strap of her purse and you felt guilty that Jake was doing nothing to ease her discomfort.

“Diana,” you said and everyone’s eyes turned. “Do you want to get a drink at the bar?”

She squinted at you before Jake gave her a nod. “Sure.”

You smiled, pushing the untouched beer back into Rooster’s hand and he slid it easily over to Phoenix who took a swig. You rounded the corner of the table, brushing past Jake. Diana had already turned toward the bar, her back to Jake, and you felt his fingertips graze your back and you took a step to the right, making sure they could no longer make contact.

At the bar, you smiled at Diana, spreading your forearms out on the wooden top. “Glad you could make it,” you said.

She smiled and nodded. The bartender approached the both of you.

“Gin and tonic,” you said in unison and she cracked a smile.

“Nice choice,” Diana said and you laughed.

“Have to grow out of the vodka cranberry at some point, right?”

She nodded, turning around to sneak a peek at Jake who was deep in conversation with one of the other aviators. “How do you do it?” she asked.

“Do what?”

“Date a pilot. They’re gone all the time. And when they’re gone, it’s so fucking dangerous. You wake up every day thinking they’re not going to come back.”

You shrugged and laid your credit card down on the sticky bar top. “I don’t think there’s any way to prevent feeling the way you do. You just have to have faith they’ll come home. I’ve been worried about Jake for a decade, and he’s still here.”

“But what about Rooster. Bradley, right?” she asked, cocking her head toward the wall where Rooster stood. “What do you do when he’s gone?”

You laughed. “We’ve been on one date. Technically two if you count tonight. So don’t think I’m the best person to ask.”

She squinted. “Really? Jake told me you two were serious.”

The bartender slid your drinks back to you and you took a sip. “I’m not sure why he’d say that. Especially when he fought so hard to keep us apart.”

Her jaw settled and she flung another look at Jake. “What do you mean?”

You waved your hand in the air. “Oh, nothing. He just said Rooster wasn’t good enough for me. Something stupid like that. It’s just Jake being Jake, you know how he is.”

She grabbed her drink. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Sure.”

You watched as she took off toward the bathroom hallway, Jake’s eyes trailing her. You pushed off the barstool, making your way back to the pool table, and Jake followed after her.

Rooster was leaning against the wall where you had left him, and you nuzzled into his side. “That was nice of you,” he said and you shot him an appreciative look.

“Well, I try.”

His hand stroked your hair. “You’re so gorgeous,” he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours firmly. You put your cup down on the edge of the pool table, tossing your arms around his neck and leaning into it. Just as you felt Rooster’s tongue press against your plump lips, you felt a hand grab your shoulder.

“The fuck did you say to her?” Jake demanded, face red with anger.

You looked at him in shock. You could count on one hand the number of times Jake had gotten angry with you or gotten in your face. And it had always been when he was drunk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” you said calmly, backing up a step.

“To Diana. What the fuck did you say to her to make her so upset?”

You shook your head. “Nothing! Jake, I promise. She asked me how I deal with Rooster during long deployments and I said he and I had been on two dates. And she said that was funny because you had implied he and I were really serious.”

His eyes were bugging out of his head. “You had no right to say anything to her.”

Rooster’s arms came around your waist protectively. “Seresin, you need to back off. She didn’t do anything. You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Bradshaw!” he yelled and you felt Rooster’s arms tighten around you, pull you back away from Jake. Jake spotted this, his eyes trailing all of the contact points Rooster had on you. “What the fuck are you doing with your hands on her?” he whispered menacingly. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

“Jake,” you said, stepping forward, reaching out for him. It was your natural reaction to touch him, hold him, try to calm him. He had been yours for so long you forgot he now belonged to someone else. To your surprise, his hand came up to block you, and you stumbled a bit, veering off to the left and bumping into the pool table. Rooster immediately lunged forward to check on you, and Jake grabbed his shirt, fists balled up against Rooster’s chest.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he gritted out, pressing Bradley back against the wall. You looked up in horror, expecting Rooster to shove Jake back or knock him out. Instead, he simply stood there as Jake shook in anger. “You don’t know anything about her. You don’t deserve her.”

Rooster looked at him. He was taller by several inches, but they were a match for each other in stature otherwise. “Seresin, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Go back to your girlfriend,” Rooster said. “And leave me to mine.”

You watched Jake’s arms shake and against your better judgment, you lunged forward, hitting at his arms with your hands. “Jake, stop!” you said, grabbing his forearms and pressing them down. “Look at me. Look at me!”

Finally, he pulled his green eyes off of Rooster to you. You reached up, pressed your palms to either side of his face.

“Jake,” you whispered. “Let’s go outside.”

He was rooted in place and you dropped both hands to his back, pushing him, hard, out the door. You gave Rooster an apologetic look behind you. As you steered Jake out, you saw Diana standing quietly near the bar, her face drawn in a tight frown.

Outside, you shoved Jake by the shoulders. “What the fuck was that?” you yelled and he grimaced. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you wasted? What is going on?”

“I don’t like him,” he said, licking his lips, eyes darting back toward the bar. “And I sure as hell don’t like him with you. His hands all over you. Like you’re fucking trash.”

You slapped him, hard, on the cheek and he bent from the shock of the impact. “Don’t you dare call me trash.”

“Abby,” he said, stepping forward and you took a step back. “Honey, that’s not what I meant.” He put his head into his hands and grunted. “Fuck! This is coming out all wrong.” When he looked up, you could see tears forming in his eyes.

Meanwhile, tears began to stream down your face in earnest. “What is going on with you, Jake? It’s like all of the sudden you’re a different person. What happened to the man that I knew? The Jake who would do anything for me? What happened to that person?”

He looked up at you with a frown. “Maybe he doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe I can’t watch you date Bradshaw and still be that person for you.”

“Why?” you sobbed. “Why is it so hard to watch me with Bradley? Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“All I ever wanted is for you to be happy,” he said, his voice cracking. “I care about you more than I care about myself.”

You shook your head. “That’s not true.” Your voice was small, the tears choking you. “If that were true, you’d want me to be happy. With or without Bradley.”

“He’s not good enough for you,” Jake repeated, stepping in closer, cupping your chin with his fingertips. “Sweetheart, I can’t stand to watch you get hurt.”

“You’re hurting me right now,” you said softly and you watched your words tear him in two. His eyes clouded over in an instant. You pulled away and looked toward the window. Diana and Rooster were plainly visible in the yellow glow of the bar. “You’re hurting them, too. It’s time to think about someone besides yourself, Jake. It’s time to grow up.”

You yanked open the door and let it swing back in his face.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Mei, if you're still taking dealer!remus requests for mvm could we maybe get reader who goes to him asking for whatever he's willing to give because she's never smoked before but she wants to feel something other than the pain and it ends with them smoking and her laying in his lap getting head scratches or back tickles? (they're friends)

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

"Please," You feel pathetic, standing in Remus's doorway with a jacket spilling off of your shoulders and a $20 in your hand, "I just- I need something. Anything!"

Remus frowns. The same expression has been on his face since you said the word weed, something sour in the way his lips had turned down.

He shakes his head, disjointed, "No- no! No, I'm not gonna load you with pot and send you home. No."

"But- Remus," You beg, tears brimming in your eyes, "I really need something to distract me. I know it won't fix things, I know it'll all still be there when I wake up, but I can't keep doing this. I just want a little peace."

There's something shining in his eyes besides concern. You think it's curiosity, he's never heard you mention any setbacks in your life before, but you know he's too polite to ask. Instead his jaw clenches, shifting the shape of his face to a sharper one.

"You have to stay here." He decides, arms crossed, "'M not letting you go home with it. You do it here where I can watch you and make sure you're okay."

You glare at him. It's got frustration and annoyance in it, but no real malice. It does nothing to sway him, and he stands firm across from you.

"Fine." You grit out, and his shoulders relax. His face does too, molding into a tentative smile.

"'Ever smoked before?" Remus asks. You're good friends, but it's not something he knows about you. You've seen him do it before, obviously enough to know he'll have some on hand, but he's never seen you do it.

"Only a couple'a times." You shrug, hovering in the doorway, "Jesus, Rem, you gotta clean this shit up."

His room is messy. Maybe not messy, but sloppy. There's clothes thrown over his desk drawer and a can of spray deodorant on the carpet. Paper plates litter the area around his garbage can, but very few are actually within its confines, and his curtains are drawn, giving the room a dim atmosphere.

"If you spend the night tonight you can help me do it tomorrow," He grins to himself, digging in his closet for his stash, "It can be how you pay me for the weed."

You stuff the cash back into your pocket, "Done."

"A little, for now." Remus comes out of the closet with a single joint in his hands, already digging into his pocket for a zippo, "If you need more, we can talk about it."

"I'll need more." You dismiss his arrangement, but he merely narrows his eyes. He's not going back for more.

"Well get comfortable," He gives you a light, teasing shove towards the bed, and you let yourself flop down onto it, the bedsprings creaking below you. You move further up the mattress, carefully avoiding a snoozing kitten in the bottom right corner.

"'Didn't know you had a cat,' You muse, fingers itching to stroke through the soft ginger fur.

"Jus' found her outside the other day," He shrugs, plopping down onto his bed with the same ferocity you had, nearly catapulting the poor kitten across the room, "She was nosin' around the flowers and my mum said to take care of it."

You snort, "She probably meant 'shoo it away'."

"She should've been more specific," Remus bears a shit-eating grin, leaning forwards to rub between the cat's ears gently, "I am taking care of her."

The kitten yawns, stirring at Remus's touch. She instantly curls into his hand, and you feel some of the terrible, horrible dread in your chest loosen as he scoops her up and cradles her.

"She's so little," You marvel at how she snuggles into his palm, eyes already closed again.

He hums in agreement, but now that one hand is occupied he can't light the joint he's still holding. You pluck it out of his hands and he kicks his lighter over to you, watching as you thumb the trigger a few times to get it to finally ignite.

"'Need a new one," He grumbles, scooping the cat into the pocket of his hoodie so that she won't be disturbed when he starts smoking, "Haven't nicked one from the corner store in a while."

You want to scoff, tell him to pay because they're only seventy cents, but you'd probably pocket one too if you were good enough at stealing. Instead of speaking you take the first drag, craving the uncomfortable burning at your lungs.

"She's lucky," You tip your chin towards the cat in Remus's hoodie pocket, "She doesn't have to pay rent. Or get a job. Or deal with mean people. She just naps and gets pet all day."

"Well settle in, then," Remus grins, arms open after he takes the joint from you, bearing his lap. You take the offer without much thought, settling into the space where his crossed legs dip the furthest towards the mattress. It lands your face directly beside the cat's, and you can't help but to pucker your lips and smooch the kitten on the nose.

She doesn't wake, but she does stir. In her sleepiness she snuggles further into Remus's pocket, but her head nuzzles into your own.

"'Think we'll have to share her," Remus decides, his hand smoothing tentatively over your head. It's reminiscent of the way he'd pet his cat, and you decide to pick up the slack for the poor creature. Your hand comes up to run through the kitty's fur as Remus strokes the smooth skin of your forehead down your scalp, and you notice yourself sitting up less and less for another drag.

It's Remus that finishes the joint off, tossing the roach out of his open window. You barely notice the way his legs shift when he does it, brain too blissed out from the feeling of his nails gently scratching at your scalp. You're fairly certain you're drooling on his thigh, but Remus doesn't care, leaning forwards to take hold of a blanket on the end of his bed. He stretches it to drape over you, from the tips of your toes to the angles of your shoulders that he hooks it over.

"Get some rest," He murmurs to you, though you're already doing it. He swipes his hand down from your hair to cup your cheek, the skin heated under his palm. He lets out a low chuckle into the silence of his room, glancing around at its filth, "We've got a long day tomorrow."

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ooo wait what about rating likelihoods using the otp prompt generator and your moots with their bias

mimi ure a genius

@maiverie : 104266/10 why am i crying IM IMAGINING THEM GOING TO A PET CAFE AND ALL THE KITTENS/PUPPIES JSUT ASSEMBLE AROUND HEE AS THEY SIT DOWN??? like she goes to place their order and then it's heeseung who's busy playing with them it's so cute until it's time to leave and mai has to pick the kittens/pups one by one and put them aside to free him 😭😭😭😭 they keep running back to him HEAD IN MY HANDS IM DISSOCIATING 😭😭

@flwrshee : 10/10 ITS GIVING HIGHSCHOOL TALENT COMPETITION? like imagine ri being the new student and having no one to pair up with yet and then heeseung approaches her, asking if she wants to pair up with me (ri-cael band disbanding in my head) I SEE HIM LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES AS SHE PLAYS WTV INSTRUMENT SHE'S GOOD AT. like the perfect romance here idk my otp fr THEIR PERFORMANCE IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE LIKE EVERYONE SAW THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER WHEN SHE WAS THANKING PPL AROUND AFTER WINNING ohhh god me when😂

@whoschr : 56325/10 hear me out. both chae and hee having a crush on each other and they go out with their friends IT'S SNOWING OFC WE NEED TO SET THE ATMOSPHERE and then they sit on the bench when heeseung sees that she's shivering a bit??? chae i know u left ur scarf at home deliberately. ANYWAY SO SHE JOKINGLY SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD SHARE HIS SCARF BUT MY GUY, HE'S SERIOUS AND SCOOTS CLOSER TO HER AND PUTS HIS SCARF AROUND BOTH OF THEM im on the floor crying . like imagine both of them blushing and all JUST CONFESS ALR

@hoonvrs : 10/10 SAINTHOON CORE!!!!! thought they both were being discreet and subtle with all those glances and winks WE SAW. like u do not expect us to not notice the way sunghoon deliberately drops his pen during class as an excuse to mutter a soft and quiet 'i love you' to saint who's sitting in front of him GOD THE PEAK OF HS ROMANCE???? thought no one was there when they were kissing in class after school but me and ri we SAW U BOTH . the walk of confidence they do when they announce their relationship to the friend group on graduation and everyone is like . we Know 🥸 EVERYONE POINT AT LAUGH AT THE LOSER COUPLE i love them

@haerinz : 9/10 one point off bc idk how someone messes up a kiss so bad that they have bruises BUT THIS IS SO CUTE LIEK IT ALR TOOK JUNGWON EIGHT DAYS AND FIFTEEN SELF TED TALKS TO KISS FAE AND THEN WHEN THEY TRY TO DO THEY JUST BUMP FOREHEADS 😭😭😭 the crazy amount of blushing oh my god he cant face her after that . BUT FAE I KNOW WHAT U ARE I BET SHE CUPS HIS FACE AND KISSES HIM YEAHHH idk maybe they also get matching bandages for those bruises ☝️

@jaeyunverse : scale broke THIS GENERATOR IS CRAZY?? ok first of all i know the real sage won't hesitate let's be fr. second of all THIS IS SO CUTE like idek what to say here everything is said by the generator LIKE I BET SHE FIRST STARTED AT HIS FACE FOR A GOOD FIVE MINUTES. AND THEN LEANS IN TO KISS HIM BUT ALMOST BACKS OFF WHEN HEESEUNG OPENS IN HIS EYES BUT HE'S A MAN OF HIS WORDS HE DOES KISS HER i could've added a few more things here but let's keep the delusion low for now

@tyunni : 10/10 this is something they will do i know. like imagine riki peeking through the slight gap as he hides in the closet, smiling widely every time may seemingly steps towards the closet BUT SHE NEVER GOES NEAR IT 🤓☝️ MY BOY SPENT FIFTEEN MINUTES IN A FUCKING CLOSET FOR HER LMFAOOO HE JUST GIVES UP IN THE END AND COMES OUT SAYING "U HAVE TO COME NEAR THE CLOSET FOR ME TO SCARE U" LIKE ??????? riki where did the logic go. HE'S SULKING BC HIS PLAN FAILED AND I KNOW MAY WILL NOT LET THIS GO . riki hates her for this (no he doesn't)

@jennaissantes : 10/10 the cutest!!! like they're both sitting on the couch and watching tv before the tv is ignored and they start talking ab their day SHARING TEA ohh . gossip girls fr 🙏 U CANNOT MISS THE WAY THEY KEEP SHIFTING CLOSER TO EACH OTHER LIEK from sitting at corners for the armrest to moving to the middle to falling asleep while cuddling and snuggling on the couch THAT GUY IS HOLDING ON HER REAL TIGHT BC HE DOESNT WANT LILY TO FALL OF THE COUCH i want this

@ctrlemis : 10/10 idc if anyone uses ipod now THIS IS TOO CUTE TO NOT TALK ABOUT. like cmon im sure sunoo is down bad for art ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BE and he def plans on confessing with a playlist since they love listening and trying out new songs. THE SWEATER UMMM bet it's after it has rained and the temperature has gotten a few degrees lower when sunoo offers them his sweater before art leaves for home (they both do but they live in opposite directions yes this is right) he literally sprints all the way to art's place when he realises his ipod is with them, AND LIKE IMAGINE THE CONVO LIKE ART DEF GOES "i like you too" while handing over his sweater and ipod while sunoo just stops functioning for a good minute IM CRYING THEY'RE SO ADORABLE

@sunooze : 356447/10 adding mimi here for giving this amazing idea IM SRY IF JAY IS NOT UR BIAS BUT I JS WENT WITH HIM BC I SAW HEE, JAY, JAKE AND SUNOO ON UR BLOG PLSSS but this is so cute i would propose immediately if someone did this for me LIKE I DEF SEE U RUMMAGING THRU THE KITCHEN TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING TO EAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND JAY WALKS UP TO CHECK ON ALL THE SHUFFLING NOISES??? he looks so sleepy ok sleepy jay will be adorable i know but all the sleep lefts his body when he realises that what u want isnt at home . INSTANTLY RUNS TO THE STORE . LIKE U BLINK AND HE'S OUT OF THE HOUSE. comes back w so many packets of that food item that it's not gna run out for at least a week pls pay him back in cuddles ☹️

@heeliopheelia : 10/10 BUTTERFLIES? carly and hee they both r talking more like she is talking and he's listening so attentively (eye contact game is insane) while she's talking about her day or something, AND THEN HE SUDDENLY BRINGS HIS HAND UP TO HER FACE TO TUCK A FEW STRANDS OF HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR how have you not passed out yet bae. AND THE WAY HE'S SO NORMAL ABOUT IT LIKE HIS REASON IS "it was blocking my view, pretty," I WILL THROW MY LAPTOP ACROSS THE ROOM

#—sunooze.#—games.#i am writing ESSAYS here pls #all the prompts here are so adorable im smiling so hard #sorry if i missed anyone 🙏🙏

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zebee-nyx · 6 months

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CalmWriMo Day 27

[11/27/2023]

Update!

Half of my sleep felt more like half awake tv static than blank screen [as it should be] last night. So brain=hemorrhaging braincells this eve. ('>v<) Anywho, wasn't a busy day at work today and I managed to get some good progress on the things today. Which among the things is today's blurb! Which came out pretty well, if I do say so myself. And I do say so! (>v<) [y'see that? there it goes... my last braincell lol]

Progress:

2 Hour Writing Goal: ✅

Blurb: [see below]

Self Care:

Food: ✅

Hydration: ❌ [whoops, forgot the translucent life sustaining fluid exists (0^0) was a bit too zoned]

Sleep: ❌

Reading: ✅

Blurb: Housing / Architecture

Holdouts

Rarely scattered across the Undercity. They are usually single or two story brick buildings that were once homes or businesses before the Great Collapse. Now they exist as relics of the past buried under the unregulated construction of the Undercity. Usually found in back alleys as oddities and landmarks. Some of them still have windows, although whether or not they were shattered varies.

Undercity Prefab Apartments

There are two primary types of prefabricated apartments in the Undercity. The first takes it's metabolist inspiration to the greatest extreme with modular capsule rooms. Each capsule is a simple empty box roughly 8ft by 12ft in size. These are the most common, being brought in with aircranes and installed onto, well basically anywhere that it won't immediately collapse. While they all have the same basic set up, the use of space varies greatly between occupants. The second type is somewhat larger with two rooms, a mixed living area and a private bathroom. These are manufactured in several parts that can easily be transported either by a aircrane or truck to site before being assembled on location. The basic interiors are more diverse with optional bed inlets and built in vending machines among other things. They also have a few different layouts that honestly just shifts where the bathroom divides the other spaces. While water isn't necessarily a rarity, decent working plumbing often is. As such about half of these apartment bathrooms in service work more as storage closets than anything else. Due to the chaotic nature of the Undercity it isn't uncommon for walls to be cut open across several apartments to better serve the needs of small local businesses, bunkhouses, or anything else people decide to build. Also it isn't uncommon for completely random structures to be made between prefabricated buildings out of whatever scrap happens to be available. Random pipes and cables running along the walls or roofs of hallways leading towards more in-structure apartments is normal. Rooms along alleys or streets usually get their utilities directly through the wall.

Midcity Apartments

Like the Undercity most of the Midcity's apartments, at least above the first few stories, are prefabricated. However, in the Midcity they usually are larger and have a more comfortable living spaces and at least one distinct bedroom. Typically the basic utilities are better maintained allowing more access to operational bathrooms, kitchens, and stationary entertainment such as televisions. Apartments in the Midcity are often built atop old retrofitted buildings that are mostly street level shops, restaurants, or other businesses.

Uppercity Luxury Apartments

The luxury apartments of the Uppercity is about what one would expect. Spacious interiors high above the rest of the city with staff or security at the simple press of a button. Usually there is one wall that has a dedicated wide screen that can simulate a curated view of the city, nature environments, or even play video media within smaller windows. Unlike nearly anywhere else in the city apartments in the Uppercity have real wooden floors. It also isn't rare for there to be a potted plant or small garden in the apartment to truly express the tenant's wealth. Amenities such as a spa, pool, and gym are usually only a brief elevator ride away. While some are equipped with kitchens for those who prefer to cook for themselves or have a personal chef, most apartments are simply equipped with an advanced vending machine that can be programmed to prepare most meals. Beyond that the only limits is the tenant's desires and space available. The result is often limited to clean modern looking spaces, however the more eccentric individuals tend to have truly unique homes. Somewhat ironically the exteriors of the majority of these buildings contrast greatly with the interiors as they often appear as little more than massive minimally featured blocks. That is aside from prime street level viewing space of these skyscrapers which are of course covered with the colorful glowing lights of advertising and art.

[Technically there is also nomad buildings, but basically just glorified rvs made literal "mobile" homes. Which may end up time’s blurb if I don’t think of anything else... Also junkyards architecture which is, well, basically garbage slapped together into shacks. ('^.^) So, uh... Anyways and always, hope that you had a lovely day, peace (ZvZ)v]

#writeblr #writing #writing community #worldbuilding #cyberpunk #calmwrimo #digitally dead #nanowrimo

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stiricidewrites · 2 months

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The Damage You Do: ch 23, pt 3

Previously

wwx gasped as lwj stepped forward, one arm coming up to wrap around his waist while the other pressed at his mouth. “M-Mr. Lan?”

“Do not smile at me, rather than show your true feelings,” the man said, voice all threat and kindness that made wwx’s heart clench.

He gave his dom a wobbly smile, real and sad. “Easier said than done.”

lwj’s eyes shifted between his own, searching for something, before he nodded and unceremoniously hauled wwx up and carried him inside.

“Seriously, though!” wwx said as he was set down on a bench and his dom knelt to remove his shoes. “Your cousin said it would be fine it I visited you”—because, you know what!? The bastard had said it would be fine, and if it wasn’t, wwx was making sure he took the blame for this!—“but if it isn’t, I can totally leave.”

lwj set his shoes, ratty and falling apart, despite the fact that they were one of his better pairs, aside. The man looked at them as though they were going to kill him, which, fair. wwx would probably take A-Yuan to the ER if he got a cut from them. You never knew where the deadly germs were hiding! And he wouldn’t put it past his shoes to be hiding horrible pathogens!

“You have not gotten new clothing,” his dom noted, because apparently they were skipping past the “I can totally leave” thing and going straight into “my sub is a dumbass who can’t find time to go spend his earnings” thing.

“I also have not paid you yet,” lwj said, expression growing harsher, despite the fact that it didn’t change.

wwx had noticed that. He’d kinda just assumed the meeting with the rude dude from yesterday had gone long, or left his dom in such a foul mood that he had forgotten or been focused on self-care. “It’s okay,” he said, nodding sagely as lwj examined his wrapped ankle. “I figured something came up, and, like, you pay me so well! It’s not like I need to be paid immediately.”

lwj glanced up at him, then down at his ratty shoes. His eyes trailed over wwx’s so totally not winter appropriate clothing, to the stain on his shirt—which he had only noticed after they left, unfortunately. He hadn’t even grabbed lwj’s borrowed coat, having still been rushing to get ready when lhr arrived. It was so nice he’d hung it up in his rarely used closet and forgotten it existed until the cold hit him, and they were already hurrying to their ride.

“I’m busy, okay?” wwx said, crossing his arms and frowning down at the other man.

“You could have gone shopping this morning,” lwj pointed out as he stood and hauled wwx up, pulling him towards the living room.

“I had plans. Plans to come here.” Plus, he wasn’t going to ask lhr to watch A-Yuan so he could go buy new clothes! He couldn’t do that! Even this felt… weird. Also! Stores weren’t open this early! Tell me you’ve never gone to a shopping centre before without telling me you’ve never been to a shopping centre before.

lwj hummed at him, the sound judging, and hey, rude! He was here to cheer the man up, and all said man was doing was judging his smiles and shoes!

“How long do you have?”

“Ah, well…” wwx trailed off, more from finally being in the mind-space to take in the living room, than anything else.

It was beautiful, eclectic, and he definitely couldn’t imagine his dom decorating this way. Not entirely, at least. Occasionally, something jumped out at him that definitely screamed lwj. The bookcases, filled with books new and old and ancient that his fingers itched to explore. Framed artwork, that if you looked close enough, was newer than the lightly fading paint and wallpaper behind them—lwj replacing things he hadn’t liked, he assumed. There was a safe, where he assumed his dom kept weapons, just in case, as well, tucked into a nearby wall.

The rest of the room was just as oddly vintage as the bathroom had been. The living room was even sunken, something his brain had somehow not registered the day before, despite having, you know, stepped in and out of it. Everything was colourful, some of the patterns so horrific and overwhelming wwx had to stifle a laugh. It was also cramped, so many sofas and chairs and tables pushed into it that it looked smaller than his own living room, even though it definitely wasn't.

#fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #stiricidesmobji #dark lan zhan

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So, blades lore drop is done! Until I get to jaws and buzzsaw! (@rabbitstatic the lore drop is here now :))

BLADES BACKSTORY:

Blade the vulpine is a shapeshifting entity that hails from an organization known as the justice corps. He "spawned" into existence a few centuries after humanity and society started to develop. He is the first member of the justice crew, but not the first to appear, alongside his various friends. After he came into existence, he was just a pile of flesh and blood with no true form, only referred to as "blade". Eventually, in 1992, the justice corps realized he needed a far friendlier face. With the popularity of the sonic franchise, especially amongst kids, the justice corps decided he should take on the form of one of the characters so children had an easier time trusting him. Blade eventually chose a form that looked alike to the character known as "Tails the fox". His close friends buzzsaw the hedgehog and jaws the echidna eventually did so too, taking similar forms to sonic and knuckles respectively.

WHAT IS THE JUSTICE CORPS AND WHAT DO THEY DO?:

The justice corps (JC) are a large group of interdimensional beings who wish to provide justice for those harmed by evil and cruel individuals. They try to step in themselves, but being eldritch beings tends to scare others so they enlisted blade and his friend's to help. The JC have a few different entities that work towards avenging and prevention. Those entities are the justice crew.

THE JUSTICE CREW:

A group of exes who hunt down those causing or intending to cause harm on others. This team consists of blade, buzzsaw, jaws, and a few other pending members.

WHAT DOES BLADE SPECIFICALLY DO?:

Blade's job is to protect, and provide justice for, children from a wide variety of horrible injustices. He visits the child(ren) after he helps them. He oftentimes will continue to visit them if they ask for him.

BLADES FORMS:

He has 4 forms that he uses depending on the situation he's in. His plush form is used for infiltrating homes and other places, often either through the child picking him up or appearing in a room. He typically prefers to appear in a closet or on a shelf, as it's the most non obvious place for him to be. It's a form more often used with younger kids. His disguise form, also referred to as his game form, is also used for infiltrating homes and other places. The difference is is that he shows up within video games instead of the real world. The form is incapable of leaving, so he has to reveal himself and then leave the screen. His preferred game to hide within is Sonic mania, though he's willing to use whatever is at his disposal. This is not limited to sonic games. His friend form is used to interact with children and fellow exes. He takes on this form after he's been discovered by the child(ren) he's protecting and/or bringing justice for. He's very friendly in this form, unless you manage to piss him off enough. His beast form is only used in certain circumstances. For example, someone harming a child. In this form, he drags the individual(s) who harmed a child into a dimension he shares with the rest of the justice crew.

THE JUSTICE DIMENSION:

The justice dimension (TJD) is the place where the justice crew drag those who cause injustices so they can be punished for eternity. Afterwards, the individuals are hunted down by beings created by the JC. These beings, known as punishers, are the lackeys of the justice crew. TJD looks different to every individual who shows up, the only constant being a reddish fog hanging in the air. Not much is known about TJD or the fog in the air, only that it's a very deadly place. It shifts how it appears constantly, never staying the same. Often, people get lost while in TJD, unfortunate due to the fate that would befall them should they be caught.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY GET CAUGHT?:

When an individual gets caught by the punishers they are slowly and brutally killed. After that, they are mysteriously revived to try and run again. This continues for the rest of eternity, there is no escape.

BLADES PERSONALITY AND INTERESTS:

Blade is rather friendly to most exes, especially children or those who were children. He tends to distrust adults, though if they prove they can be trusted and haven't harmed or killed kids, then he accepts their presence. Blade is a Massive bookworm, capable of reading for hours and not getting bored. He's also very fond of gaming, especially sonic games. He's secretly a massive need who info dumps about whatever he's interested In at the time. He's got adhd and spends his free time enjoying his interests. He's very physically affectionate, as long as a friend is okay with it, he'll hug them or carry them around like a little plush.

BLADES FRIENDS:

He has a group of friends referred to as the gamer group. This group consists of Sonic.AIG, Inkwell, Blank, Rot, and Blade himself. He's also close friends with Mimic, often seen hanging out with the fox. More friends of his include:

Reminder

Showstopper

Tornado

EX (he's on thin ice though)

Corrupt.file

Fun fun

Springy

Exerruption

Thesun

GenX

??? (Has no name yet (also scared of kids))

ACQUAINTANCES:

He's acquaintances with phobos who asks him to help go after exes that harm/kill kids. More include:

Sonic.lean

Signal sonic

Cinders

BLADES ENEMIES:

Any exe who brings any harm to children are viewed by blade as an enemy, however a select few are viewed as mortal enemies. He and Tails Virus, also known as friendshipfox, are always fighting when they interact. He also fights with DiskDrive a lot because he kills those who pirate games, including kids. More of his enemies include:

Labrat (complicated)

Hollow (complicated)

Phantom (complicated)

Alrune

Bug (very complicated)

ADDITIONAL FACTS ABOUT BLADE:

He can change his height to up to about 13.5 ft tall. He's able to use the blades on his tails like deadly boomerangs via flinging his tails. He has a sweet tooth, but will eat almost anything. He won't eat meat that comes from a sentient creature (ex. Mobians or humans). He can travel through any screen as well as use a device given to him by the JC to travel dimensions and through time (time travel is a lot more difficult).

(Most of the exes mentioned belong to people on twitter! Credit where credit is due!)

#blade the vulpine #kip yells #lore drop

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I'm imagining a confrontation between a queer person and a hetero person where the hetero person Is arguing (loudly) that they don't know what that means! do you this or that? have you this or that? do you like this or that?, and the queer person is saying none of your damn business with a lot of attitude and like yes, that is obviously the correct answer, there's no question, because that's obviously just a rude question. But the asker knows that it's rude. Even really crappy people know it's a rude question and they ask anyway.

So there's this little mechanism of unfamiliarity and morbid curiosity. Or maybe even closeted genuine curiosity. So they're being pushed past that rudeness threshold just as they see it a tiny little bit, because temporarily their curiosity overrides their common decency. And the truth is the way this is usually done in a sort of conspiratorial tone, a shift in the conversation style ("You can tell me, sug!"), this kind of momentary more intimate interaction would excuse that in most places; generally speaking people who are conversing are somewhere close to equal, so they read the social cues the same way. But unfortunately every non-binary person has been badgered with those questions for as long as they care to remember, and so to them it's a different kind of game; it's a long-term stamina frustration game, not an interactive human conversational game, and every human being has a breaking point, there's no shame in that.

Eventually they passed that breaking point if they didn't start out past it already. So they snap at the other person, or break, and give the other person some grief, and it just is this automatic ratcheting mechanism that continues to make the two sides more antagonistic to each other. And it would be cliche to say "the answer is better communication and understanding", and that seems trite, but in this situation literally the problem would have been solved by either side having a little more self-awareness and mindfulness. So the queer person could take a breath and realize that this person is just doing this for the first time, and then understand that unfortunately the chore has fallen to them, be really decent about it, and take the person aside and answer all of their rude questions carefully and with a constant mind to kindness directed toward other interactions down the road. Between this person and other people, I mean.

So the end result of that would be the straight person learning and understanding and having their questions answered, so they would become sort of defused; they would be less prone to outbursts in the future. The queer person would have sort of educated and enlightened the straight person out of the sort of negative position they were in. And this also has the side benefit that in the long-term many fewer people are going to do this because all of these straight people will have gained this understanding, have it bestowed upon them; the big moment really only needs to happen once and then they never have to have that annoying encounter again. So the return to the queer person is that, if everybody does this, over time straight people would just be nicer and more understanding. The chore of explaining this to people would be complete. The problem is it would take a sacrifice on the queer side of the equation their time, energy and understanding.

Now on the other hand, If the straight person could have the same self-consciousness and understanding as I just described, what would happen is they wouldn't ask the question because it's a rude and probably a stupid question. Instead, they would just either wait for it to soak into their brains by osmosis from the popular culture or they could just get around to looking it up on Google like a reasonable adult who has an honest question, maybe watch YouTube videos of real people calmly explaining the answer, maybe even interact with people who put themselves on forums and places to explain these questions and are doing it voluntarily and because they want to ... like, some humans are just chatty bastards. Ergo, Wikipedia. [Oh by the way I just had this cracking idea for a wiki that I bet a lot of Tumblr people would love. It would be a big hit here. Unfortunately it doesn't do anything for the gay people or Gaza or Ukraine or anything, but it does something for book people and I have met a lot of them on here. I've got to figure it out some more and then I'm going to probably post it on my YouTube channel which I'm eventually going to start.]

I really hope I didn't offend anybody. I'm just trying to think my way through problems. I'm afraid I like it here but I don't feel secure enough in knowing what's rude and what's not to say so if I offended anybody I apologize and if you let me know I'll see if I can figure out how to fix it. On the other hand, if this helps anybody, well then it was worthwhile, and that's why I'm posting it, so I kind of felt like it was worth the risk.

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✎ Journal || 02.16.24

Lonely, ain't it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.

Toni Morrison, Sula

Was it always so big?

If the size of the box in the back of our guest room closet wasn't enough on its own to be intimidating, I knew its contents were. I knew that it was taped and tucked neatly away in a space Sam and I hardly touched in our converted firehouse home, forgotten and buried as our lives expanded in all of the ways we planned. As we shifted, moving all of us and adding more to us, that big box followed, nestling in the same way we did.

Cozy, only rustling when we did. Comfortable, only transplanting when we did. Stuck, only budging when we did.

I've weaved through nearly a decade with Sam, none of us making it into the box. And as we inch toward that full 10 years in April, I know why. He's always made sense of me, always been able to smooth out friction, and tempt me to be someone who doesn't hide from him, doesn't need to, and couldn't if she wanted to. He'll be 34 in a few days and we've been celebrating him all month--because February is his month, after all. My young thing grew up on me. I sprouted right alongside him, and now I'm waltzing my way to 35, having finally housed so much of what I thought I'd never find a home for.

Was it always so heavy?

If the box had been harder to get at, I probably would have given up, waited for the next move to let Sam lug it to a new home. But it eased out of the closet without a fight, parted its flaps at the suggestion of a sharp pair of scissors, spreading in a deep exhale to sigh over a decade of my life into the room.

Zuri said I should open it. She saw me once a week for an hour for so many months I lost count. Listened, took notes. She saw me on the heels of an emergency room visit, the cause of which was pegged as "exhaustion", earning me a place among all those late 90s/early aughts starlets whose lives I thumbed through worlds away from the concrete constructed housing projects in Philly I called home. She saw me within a week after a long search for a black feminine mental health professional that actually did feel...exhausting. She saw me, unpacking in that painfully slow way I'd always been accustomed to.

Cortisol plateau. Burn out. Fatigue. Irritability. Horrible sleep. Blood pressure spike knocking my noggin with a headache so bad I could barely stand.

Took me weeks to calm, to land on real therapy (not using Sylvia and Sam to wade through all my problems) as an alternative treatment to the listlessness I tried to treat with quitting my day job and immersing fully into a schedule of dominatrix work that was...a bit much. But she saw me, waited me out once we'd started, sat dutifully through a slow mental striptease that satisfied nobody.

She still sees me every other month--virtual now since Sam and I left San Fran for the farmhouse not far from Houston. There's so much more to us than I ever imagined there would be. We've spread out and spawned, got land and a little one, but stayed so close I can tell when he's hungry just by looking at him. And I swear that that little green-eyed, curly-topped version of him and me running around makes the same faces when it's time to eat. I see them, chasing chickens and playing in paint, one of them designing my tattoos and both of them fascinated by each one, loud and happy and silly and sweet. My adventurers. My big one and my little one getting all the best parts of me I never needed to pack away.

Was it always so full?

If I didn't know myself, I'd be surprised that the box was in order, arranged from the newest things I'd stashed all the way down to the oldest. Scribbled moments, most dated to confirm their place in my timeline, others bearing names that told me exactly where they belonged.

Took Zuri and I months to get to the box. When I finally mentioned writing as a former outlet and let slip the existence of my written stored memories, I could practically hear the click in her mind, something locking firmly into gear and ensuring that we would go as far down that road as we could.

Jordan was at the top. Didn't give her a second thought after I moved out of our shared complex and ended a friend/client relationship that shouldn't have ever started, but she was represented in the notes I took after my meetings with her; a few filled pages of desires unfulfilled. I had every intention of fulfilling them, too--wanted to mold myself into both friend and fantasy and be whatever she wanted.

Owen was underneath. Our old schedule--what tools he wanted and on which days, cards he'd sent--most of them hand-drawn, wishing me happy holidays and the like. As of his last update, he was lawyering in LA and he'd found someone local to satisfy that part of him that needed to be disciplined. We drifted after I left the Haight, after he brought me out of retirement post San Fran relocation, after a lengthy goodbye session that included our usual everything but the one thing I never gave any of my clients. He got close. I touched him, trespassed over the line that was meant to keep our relationship professional because he wanted me to and I wanted him to have what he wanted.

Ian was all throughout. I wrote about him most of all, several silly poems and stories about the way my hands would sweat when we clung to one another on the walks home from middle school, about the first kiss we shared in a coatroom, about lying on my back for him for thirty seconds of something we were both too young to understand or appreciate but would get plenty of practice perfecting with each other over the years. I don't know if he still exists. I recognize that thought as a luxury. He wanted me first and seemingly most of all, wanted me as Senay and even more as his very own Vixen once I started dabbling in domme work. He picked outfits for her, helped her practice her swings, remained just enough of an asshole to turn that sweet, soft girl into something dangerous. I wanted to be each edge of his entire universe because for so long I believed that's what he wanted of me.

Was it always mine?

If I had to disturb the box--and I absolutely had to once it was locked in with Zuri--I had to settle up with everything inside and still had to live outside of it while I worked my way through. So I lined up what I could, what I felt like I needed: long talks with Sean without any of the other 8 kids around, a few lines to Stacy to let her know I'm breathing, blocking Ian in every way imaginable, and continuing that months-long search for a way ahead and out of my own.

My mother was further down and everywhere I looked. Mother's day poems, birthday cards, stories that all put my need for her attention on full display. Her letters and the responses I never sent are near the top, angry first drafts that prove that I didn't always understand her addiction as a disease, all detached from the sobriety chips she sends each time she gets a new one. First, the chips came every couple of months, then each year. Last one came at the seven-year mark--she sent her six-year chip when she received her seventh right before we moved. I started writing her back after the second year, months after I started seeing Zuri. Nothing lengthy and we never call or text--just enough to know the other is alive. No money, no gifts. I sent her my address in Texas and let her know that she's a grandmother now. I'm waiting on that seven-year chip. I want her to be good for herself in the way she never could be for me.

My dad was lowest of all. A letter from 6-year-old Senay anchoring the paper pile, an apology for not being able to attend his wedding, like that was her fault and not the result of the machinations of a woman helplessly steered by an addiction. In the box, I spent time asking why Sean left, contemplating what I needed to fix to bring him back, and imagining my life if he returned. I could see the point where I found out that I'd basically written the new version of him into existence, when I saw just how good of a father he could be to Imani and Jaycen and the rest. My jealously is all over those pages, teen angst that I channeled into self-loathing sonnets. Sean is good. Always has been. And when I think about my munchkins or the beautiful being I popped out who he is the epitome of a doting grandfather to, I am so glad that he is.

I spent too much of my life twisting into everything I thought Stacy and Sean wanted me to be. And I never got it right in a way that would give me back the family I longed for. So I packed. Jordan, Owen, Ian, Stacy, and Sean. All of them, all packed up. Waiting. Bound tight and staying exactly where I put them.

I had to talk about boundaries with Zuri. We stumbled there somehow when I tripped my way through the story of how I began my life as Mistress. Tamara and Arthur sat between Ian and Owen. They were a very detailed account of the rush I felt after ordering Arthur around that first time and many follow-up chronicles all related to the job I fell into (and in love with) because the word no always eluded me.

I couldn't pinpoint too many boundaries I'd set--with anyone. There were so few things I asked for, required, expected, and actually held fast to upholding. I took what I got--polished it up, dressed it, made it mine, then penned my experiences so they didn't have to live in my head.

Thought I got it all out of me, shed it once and for all. But there it all sat, written but never digested, never aligned up with the life I ended up living outside of that box.

Was it always with me?

If I was in a rush, I wouldn't have read a thing in the box. But slowing down and eventually ceasing domme work after my emergency room visit left me with plenty of time to peruse. I read deeply, hours at a time, the highlights of which I took back to Zuri, laying out for her all of the things that nicked at my brain the most.

Over time, we settled on a few:

Sean and Stacy colliding the way they did. Sean leaving the scene and never stopping to survey the damage and Stacy too preoccupied to realize just how banged up I was. All the roadblocks I've hit in trying to be my whole self instead of straddling between wholesome community work and a deep, fulfilling enjoyment of physical pleasure. Something in me that only saw my purpose as serving others. I'm happiest when I'm helping, even if the help depletes me because if I'm useful, I won't be alone and feel that ache of a loneliness settled so deeply it sometimes felt tangible.

I ended up online at Zuri's suggestion, when I could feel the loneliness breathing in me whenever Sam wasn't around. I found forums first, eventually working my way toward avidly followed profiles, channels, and then a podcast where all those pieces I used to hide could get laid out in segments I research, plan, and write. The podcast started as just another way to climb out of the box but grew into a community I cultivated when I quickly realized there were so many folks in the world just like me in search of a place to put all those things they packed away. We talk relationships, and sex, and love, and trauma, and mistakes, and anything else we pull out of our boxes. Now the subscribers and followers are loyal and engaged and in the tens of thousands and I don't plan to part with any of my life online, despite the ocean of opinions breathed into microphones these days. My space is still there, bound or unbound as I want it to be.

Cozy, a place I can put all of me. Comfortable, a world with borders I've designed. Stuck, a part of me that I'll never put away again.

#ladysenaysays #memoirs of a lady #ooc: if it's not longer than it needs to be did molly even write it???

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