#and now my dog is sitting here with his ears back all smooshed against my legs begging for my poptart

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standing in the kitchen doing daily training stuff with my dog thinking about how in iron age egypt someone probably specialized in training working dogs and we'll never know what they did or what their names were. but we know in places with large amounts of livestock bones theres also countless dog bones.

#tongue #i keep having these existential moments where i think about people #maybe its bc ive been reading and watching a lot of stuff about anthropology lately #but its so easy to look at paintings and releif carvings and just feel nothing #theyre so far removed from us #but rheyre still us #they loved and lost and were stupid and awful and loving and brilliant #and we loved dogs so much that we domesticated them likely before we were even homosapians #dogs look to our hands when we talk they bond with us like our own babies bond to us #theyre eager to learn and we knew that we could tell even when we dont speak the same language #dogs became more expressive because humans became like bonded to the canines that were #the ones that sat with their ears back and eyes trained on yours with a wagging tail got more people food #and now my dog is sitting here with his ears back all smooshed against my legs begging for my poptart #i love humans man im literally sitting here crying while typing LMAO #like i made a post forever ago on my old blog anout onfim and like #and you can tell neanderthal parents lifted their babies to the roofs of caves so they could paint something up there too #I GET LIKE THIS EVERY TIME I GET INTO ANTHROPOLOGY IM SORRY #PALEONTOLOGY ALWAYS LEADS ME BACK THERE BUT I LOVE DINODSURS MAN I CANT STOP MYSELF

[osakunt]

「𝟭:𝟮𝟯 𝗽𝗺」 - 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶.𝗙

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"Megumi, you can let go now"

"Thank you do being an amazing mother figure in my life"

"Of course sweetheart. Thank you for letting me be that figure" smiling you ruffle the teenage boys hair glad to see that he was alright. When he came back looking dead from retrieving Sukuna's finger and fighting the curse with the death paintings you were rushing towards him once Yuuji and Nobara came running towards you saying that your beloved child was dead.

"Let me make sure that head of yours is alright. You were bleeding pretty badly when you got back" you inspect him making sure he was fully okay before dressing the wound on his head and kissing it, giving him another motherly hug.

"There she is !!! (Y/n)-san !!!"

"Not now, child" you quickly hush up Gojo who walked in whining about a small cut on his hand he had done to himself on purpose to go see you.

"What's the real reason you're here ?"

"To greet the most gorgeous women on earth" he smiles hugging you, smooshing his cheek with yours.

"Bullshit. You want something. What is it ?" You look up from the twin dogs Megumi had summoned.

Gojo smiles swiping his phone then turning towards you shoving it up to you face. Snatching the phone from away from your face you look at the picture of the man. Your eyebrow quirking up you let out a low chuckle.

"Greet him for me" you give back the phone, going back to check on the dogs in front of you. Megumi starting to get curious he looks over at the phone that was now locked.

Forgetting about it in a second he turns to you asking if his dogs were fine. " they'll be fine. Just let 'em rest." Sending him off and making sure he was no longer around your infirmary - you close the door and lock it.

Sitting back down on your rolling chair you look at the blue eyes dumb ass in front of you. "Is he back or did you stalk him ?" 

Taking his sun glasses off he gives you an offended look ,clutching his chest. "That hurted you know !!!"

"hUrTeD....same lol"

"But no. I was walking by when I saw him. Just had to take a picture ya know ? I mean you did have a little fling with him after all~" he boops your nose cackling

"I sure fucking did. Best sex I've ever had, like bro what !! All in all fuck him. He ain't shit" you turn to your phone pointing at the pigtailed male on the screen "He can get it though" you smirk at the younger male whose eyes went wide for a minute.

"The death painting ?!! But he's like 150 or something !!" Gojo yells finding it a bit weird.

"Close the door for me, I'll be heading out now. Might stop by that bakery Kento talks about" 

"Oh oh get me something"

"Sure whatever"

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"Come again !!" The girl from behind the counter smiles, waving you off as you smile leaving the establishment already digging in your bag of baked goods.

"Damn, sis knows who to make a mean ass cookie" munching away on the soft cookie you turn a corner to a busy street killing any little cursed creature that popped up in your sight.

Digging in the back for something more to munch on, your arm gets grabbed dragging you into some ally.

"Of course you aren't. You kill curses for a living. Killed a man too but that's not my business" The man speaks up, putting his gun away in his pants and letting you go.

"Toji,huh. So why'd you bring me to an ally ? Looks suth af fuk" your words muffled from the piece of cake you had taken a bite from.

Grabbing the plastic container and fork from you hands, Toji presses you against a wall kissing your jaw line. "Long time no see, (y/n)" his voice seductively going into your ear.

"We saw each other last week,sir"

"Exactly. last week." He kisses your lips tasting the chocolate frosted cake that was suppose to be for Gojo.

"How's Megumi ?" His eyes soften as soon as he asked for his son.

You smile patting his chest "Got into it with some cursed thingy mabob. Patched him up and sent him to rest. He'll be fine though. Gave him some pain killers to chill him out. Probably knocked out, from how strong those are"

"Please take care of him for me. I trust that he'll be safe if you're around" Toji sighs burying his face into your hair as he came in for a hug.

"Sooooo no sex ?" You joke then feel his arms tighten around you. "Fine, fine. Megumi is in good hands with me. The work he does is dangerous - can't lie about that. I'll always be there to intervene if things go wrong."

His once tight embrace now looser from getting the assurance that you'd do anything for the kid. And of course you would. You were the first person after Gojo who he was introduced to. Having more trust in you he became like your own. Though you and Toji did indeed have a little something something going on, you never had anything against the boy. Now all you'd do with Toji was hook up when needed.

"I wish I got to meet his mom. Bet she was nice."

"She was. Thank you for stepping in"

"I'm tired of you people saying "thank you"- even though I knew whose kid he was, I just felt like I needed to be in his life. Not because of you, cause fuck you but because of him. As soon as Gojo brought him into the school, first thing the kid did was look at me and ran towards me. After that I felt an attachment to him. As is I were his guardian. By all means I did it willingly. No need to thank me" you finally hug back receiving a kiss on your lips.

"I know but still thank you......So back to what I was saying...." Toji unlatches himself from you giving you a knowing look, making your way out the ally.

"Yea I'm down for some rough, back blowing sex" you beam at the male making him wonder why you were like this.

"Don't shy away tonight either,mister." You smirk; that same smirk disappearing when the cake you were still eating was taken from your grasp and eaten.

"You know what ? I don't think I wanna smoosh with you anymore. By the way where's the ugly worm that's always around you ?"

Feeling himself revive at your antics, Toji swings an arm around you to bring you closer, kissing your temple. "Sure are the charmer, ain't you ?"

「𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪」

"I thought she said she had ended things with Megumi's dad." Gojo glares at the back of your head not understanding why you were with Toji.

"Probably fuck buddies" Shoko shrugs letting out the smoke from her lungs.

"Probably, but she said she wanted the pigtailed death painting !!"

"And she'll get him. Just let her do Toji, first. Take a picture so we have proof that we saw them. She won't tell us the details unless we show evidence"

"She also ate the cake that was suppose to be for me.."

"Fuck man. Let's go get your damn cake. Fucking cry baby, I swear" Shoko drags the white haired male to the same bakery, buying him three slices of the same cake you had gotten to shut his ass up.

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#toji x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x reader

[seiyasabi]

Trouble In Paradise

(This is a Yandere Kyoutani x Cute Fem Reader x Yandere (Platonic) Older Bro Iwa-chan  fic :)) This takes place after high school, in a universe where everyone still plays volleyball. 

TW; Jealousy!, turns into dubcon/noncon!!!!, !unwanted choking!, As I’ve said in the past-every character I write for (in my head) are like two feet taller than you!, Possessive behaviour!, he’s highkey soft for u but is still a bastard lol (love him), marking kink!, creampie!, daddy kink!, mentions of Oikawa lowkey being a Yandere too, etc.. 

Kyoutan deserves the world ;)) I love him ajadskhafkah also, sorry if my use of ‘chan’ is cringey, I think it’s funny af tbh, and since I’m Japanese, I’ll do what I want lmao. Anyways, sorry if this sucks, I tried like 5 different ways to write this, and this was the only one that ended up being somewhat decent. ) 

Skipping to the loud gym, your skirt swishes against the fat of your thighs. Your cute ass can be seen peeking out from under the pleated fabric, leaving those around you to coo at your pretty self. Without meaning to, you catch the eye of those around you. 

Seeing the gym’s doors, you push them open with an excited vigour, happy to finally be with your big brother and boyfriend. 

Immediately when you enter, you see Oikawa being swarmed with his fanclub, leaving a straight shot to the rest of the team. Spotting your bad-boy bf, you squeal in delight, gunning at him at top speed. He’s currently sitting on the bleachers, your brother seemingly scolding him for his RBF and bad attitude, but his eyes snap up in an instant, recognising your voice from anywhere. 

An uncharacteristic smile is present on his pierced face, standing to his feet, he readies himself to catch you and twirl you around. That’s a plus of being in shape; picking up your supes cute gf whenever you please! 

That is, until a certain pretty boy steps in the way. 

Tooru has his arms out, in a stance that will allow him to catch you with ease. Before you could slow down and avoid him, he yoinks you up and off of the floor, holding you in a tight embrace, “(Your Name)-chan! I knew you’d come visit me! I’ve been waiting all day for you, Cutie!” The glares from your boyfriend and brother are instantaneous. 

Iwa looks ready to scalp the brunet, whilst Ken looks ready to scrap-possibly even catch a body. Oikawa’s fans look absolutely bloodthirsty, jealous of your cute self being in the arms of the equally cute male. 

Pouting, you push at the pretty boy’s chest, “Put me down! I’m not here for you!” He coos at you, moving in to kiss you on the cheek, only for you to push him away by his face, “Stop it, you’re being weird! Put me down, I wanna see Ken-Chan!” 

By this point, your boyfriend and brother have made their way to you, ready to rip him to shreds, “Put my sister down, Shittykawa! Don’t be a perv!” He karate chops the starlet on the head, causing him to drop you in surprise. 

“Iwa-Chan! You’re so mean to me! Now look what you did, (Your Name)-Chan is hurt-” Kentarou catches you in an instant, cradling you in his scarred arms. Oikawa’s mouth gapes in shock, brain not computing the fact that the dyed haired male moved at lightning speed. 

“No, she ain’t,” He gruffs out, smooching you on the cheek. You giggle, hugging the tatted male tightly. Your (size) breasts smoosh against his buff chest, as you start to pepper kisses all over his face, “She ain’t ever gettin’ hurt if I’m here,” He places a kiss on your lips, relishing how you immediately kiss back. 

“Ken-Chan! I missed you so much!” He rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red. Readjusting his hold on you, he cradles your ass instead of your thighs, causing you to gasp, “Kyoutan, don’t be a perv!” 

He smirks, readying himself to respond, only for your brother to beat you to it, “Yeah, ‘Kyoutan,’ don’t be perving on my little sister!” Redirecting his smug look, he sticks his tongue out at your fuming sibling. 

“Bite me.”

The look on Hajime’s face is priceless, “Biting you isn’t the only thing you need to worry about-” 

“Haji,” His attention immediately snaps to your sweet face, which is currently pouting, “Don’t threaten him! He’s precious to me!” Before Kyoutani can say something smart, you rest your head against his neck, practically nuzzling him, which also shuts him up. 

The spikey haired ace is immediately offended, “I-wha-(Nickname), aren’t I precious to you? Aren’t I your most wonderful older brother?” You giggle, nodding your head. 

“Yes! But Ken-Chan is baby-”

“(Nickname)-Chan, aren’t I baby?! I feel so left out!” Oikawa and his fangirls are off to the side, watching the interaction. Whilst Oinks looks positively offended and left out, the girls are angry that you’ve stolen the captain’s attention. 

“No, you’re the ugly side character,” Hajime states nonchalantly. 

“Yea, yer uglier than the dirt under (Your Name)’s shoe,” Offended noises and indignant hand movements follow their words, as his fans start to shout in anger and shock. 

You lightly whack Kyoutani on the shoulder, scolding him with your eyes, “Haji, Kyoutan, don’t be mean! Tooru is pretty,” The setter preens in delight, “But, he’s dumb. So, he’s the dumb, but pretty, character!” 

His hands grasp his chest as if you’d stabbed him, “(Nickname)-Chan, my heart, it’s breaking-” He fake gags, causing your brother and boyfriend to roll their eyes, “The only way to fix it…. Is to get a kiss!” He bolts towards you, causing you to shriek in surprise. Placing you on your feet, you’re quickly placed behind the dyed haired man, ‘Mad Dog’ making an appearance. 

Practically frothing at the mouth, he snarls at Oikawa, whilst Hajime sticks out his foot, effectively tripping him. Once falling, the pierced male yanks him up by his shirt collar, and hauls him up to his feet. Now face to face with the scary male, Oikawa gulps in fear, “I’ll kill ya, put ya in the ground, Pretty Boy. Once yer dead, Iwaizumi’ll dance over yer corpse.”

“Yes, I think I will,” Hearing his bestie agree with the sentiment, Oinks finally realises that he messed around too much. 

“Now, yer gonna apologise to (Your Name), or I’ll shave yer head,” Now fully standing, Kyoutani moves out of the way, allowing the setter to apologise face-to-face. 

Dropping to his hands and knees, he starts to bow at you as if you’re royalty, “I’m sorry, (Your Name)-Chan! I promise I didn’t mean to offend you! Please don’t let Mad Dog-Chan and Iwa-Chan kill me!” Giggling at his over the top words, you nod your head. 

“It’s okay, Tooru-Chan,” You pat his head reassuringly, “I know you love your fangirls more than me,” This causes the gym to erupt into cheers, as the other girls start to swarm the male. You can hear him scream in fear, but are quickly pulled away from the crime scene, and taken out to the car park. 

Your brother holds you close to him, glaring at your boyfriend who looks equally as angry. There’s a heavy silence between the three of you, as you’re squished into a hug by your brother. 

“Haji, why’re you holding me so tight? Don’t you have to get back to practice?” He doesn’t answer, instead speaking to your boyfriend. 

“Take her home, Kyoutani. I’ll deal with him now, you can deal with him later,” He nods, taking you from your older brother’s arms, and practically carrying you to his motorcycle. Setting you on the back of the bike, he opens the back hatch of the bike, and pulls out your pastel pink helmet. Placing it onto your head tenderly, he flips the eye cover up, allowing you to see him clearly for a moment. 

Smiling up at him (he can only see your eyes crinkle), you speak, “Hi!” His pissed off face immediately dissolves, causing him to smile at your cute self. 

“Hi, Baby,” Grabbing his rough hands, you interlace your fingers between his. 

“Aren’t you going to practice, Kyo-Ken?” He rolls his eyes, but gives your hands a squeeze. 

“Nah, I gotta take my Baby Girl home, so I can show her who she belongs to,” He gives you a wink, leaving you to splutter in surprise. 

“You-you can’t say that in public!” Chuckling, he releases your hands and flips your eye cover down, before chucking on his own helmet, and settling on the front of the bike. 

Pulling Your arms around his waist, he waits for you to settle against him. He relishes your tight hold, as you practically cling onto him for dear life. 

Starting up the engine, he kicks up the kick stand, and speeds off to your shared apartment. 

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Your body bounces off of the mattress, as you let out a small scream. A giggle escapes your lips, as you smile up at Kyoutani, “Ken-Ken, are you still mad?” He nods, his hands pulling off your cropped sweater, and pushing up your skirt to expose your pastel yellow panties. 

“That ugly bastard should’a know better than t’a put his disgusting hands on ya,” He practically growls, undoing your bra and letting your pretty tits flop out. Kissing up your neck, he sucks hickies onto the previously unblemished skin. A small moan leaves your lips at the feeling, as he starts to pinch and twist your nipples. 

“Daddy!” He releases your neck with a ‘pop,’ smirking down at you. 

“Yes, Princess? Do ya need something?” He rubs the skin on the inside of your thighs, purposefully missing your dampening cunny, “Do ya need yer Daddy to touch yer Princess parts?” 

Nodding, you plead with him, “Yes! Please touch me!” 

Chuckling, he pulls your panties off of you, letting the cool air of your shared room caress your cunny. Running a single finger up your slit, he barely taps your clit, causing your hips to jerk up and off of the mattress, “Yer such a sensitive baby, I love ya so much.”

“I love you too, Daddy! Please fuck me!” He hums, mulling over your words. 

“Want me to show everyone who ya belong to?” You nod your head rapidly. 

“Yes! Yes, please!” Kissing you on the lips sloppily, he reaches down to pull out his cock from his Adidas sport shorts. His tip is pierced, and when he rubs it against your clit, you practically see stars. 

“My good, cute, polite girl,” He gathers your slick on his tip, before he pushes in. Your walls burn as you try to accommodate to his thick size, practically sucking the air from your lungs. A wanton moan is heard from you, as he waits for you to accept him comfortably, “Relax, Princess. Let me int’a yer pretty cunny.” 

“Da-Daddy,” Your arms wrap around him, clawing at his shirt covered back, “You’re too big!” He shushes you softly, rubbing your clit with two fingers. Your juices slowly drip out of you and onto his cock. After a moment, he begins to move, practically rearranging your guts. 

“You’ve taken me before, Princess. I know ya can do it, just let me in,” He starts to thrust into you at a medium speed, rubbing your clit at the same pace. Your eyes glaze over, practically rolling into the back of your head. 

His cock is heavy and girthy inside of your slick walls, spearing you open with each thrust. Moans and keens leave your throat, as you grip onto him. Your hips meet his, your juices spraying onto the both of you. 

“Look at my pretty baby, so fucked out already,” He uses the hand that’s not on your clit to grasp your throat, causing your body to go rigid and eyes to go wide. 

“Ken-” He shuts you up with a kiss, swallowing your words. You try to push his hand off, but it’s to no avail. He continues to fuck into you, your cunny still sucking him in, even as you’re scared of his actions. 

“Fuck, yer practically milking me for all I’ve got,” He removes his lips from yours, his grip becoming a bit tighter, “Ya want yer Daddy to cum in ya? Yea ya do.”

Now, you’re really pushing against him. You’re not on the pill, “Ken, pull out!” He shushes you, rubbing on your clit even harder than before, trying to make you cum before him. Kentarou relishes the small tears at the corner of your eyes, loving how cute you look. 

Without you wanting to, you cum with a small gush of liquid, a whine echoing through your chest. He follows not long after you, filling you to the brim with his virile cum. 

With a grunt and a huff, he pulls out of you, loving how his cum looks leaking out of you. Removing his hand from your throat, he looks down once more, realising that you don’t look very happy. 

“You didn’t listen to me,” You rub the hand mark around your neck, as you sit up, moving away from him. 

“Awe, don’t be like that, Baby,” He reaches out for you, but you move away from him. 

“I don’t want to be near you right now, Kyoutani. You didn’t stop…” Moving off of the bed, you stand to your feet. Going to your dresser, you grab a week’s worth of clothes, including your work uniform. Pulling on a new shirt, you fix your previous outfit, as you start to cry. 

“Wait-I-ya-ya aren’t leaving me, are ya?” For once, the spitfire male is at a loss for words. 

“No, I just need time away from you. You say that Tooru is bad, but you hurt me a lot just now. I’m calling Haji, and I’m going to stay with him for a little while,” Your brother has your daily items there, just because you’d sleep over sometimes, so you aren’t too worried about not having soap and such. 

Grabbing your phone from your purse by your bedroom door, you call him, Ken watching you with wide eyes, “Haji, please pick me up. Kyoutani and I got into a fight.”

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Hajime helps you into his car, before turning to the still shocked male you call your boyfriend. He hasn’t said a word, if anything, he looks shocked beyond anything else. 

Shutting the car door, your brother finally speaks, “I knew you were no good for her. Your jealousy got the better of you.”

“I didn’t mean to, it-it just-”

“Got out of control?” Your brother raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest, “Yeah, I’ve noticed. You hurt my little sister,” He moves closer to the dyed haired man, eyes flashing with anger, “You choked her out. Why? Because Oikawa made you jealous? Despicable.”

“It isn’t like that! We-we were having se-” He holds up a hand, stopping your boyfriend from continuing. 

“I don’t want to hear it. Just know that if you come near her without her allowing you to be in her presence, I’ll kill you. I never wanted you to be with her, and you just proved my fears correct.”

Realisation dawns on Kyoutani, “Wait- is this why ya wanted me to come home with her? So I could fuck up?” 

Hajime smirks, “Of course. My little sister is too good for you. Now, fuck off, before I do something you won’t like.” 

Ken watches as you go, tears brimming his eyes. He should’ve known your brother would find you too precious to be with him. He most likely asked Oikawa to help him, seeing as the pretty boy was in the car with you, looking as perfect as ever. 

He fucked up, and now Hajime has won their rivalry. 

#kyoutani x you #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x reader #yandere kyoutani #yandere iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader

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immovable object.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: happy birthday aaron hotchner!! here’s a little something i cooked up, just for y’all who wanted to see something from aaron’s point of view. i figured a birthday would be as good a time as any to share a little bit of aaron’s head, even if it’s not his (actual) age this year. as always, i love to hear what you think! takes place au!november 2018

words: 2.3k warnings: language, implication of sex, light drinking/alcohol use

summary: “the years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. you are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.” - t.s. elliot

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Fifty. 

Aaron wasn’t sure where he’d be by fifty. He’d only had loose examples over the course of his life, as his father kicked it before he got to that point. But then again…

His father never appreciated what he had. Two sons, different to the point of extremity, a wife who loved him even through all his (many) shortcomings, and a big house in northern Virginia that he could afford with his very plush salary working on The Hill as a prosecutor. Nevertheless, he drank himself to death at forty-seven. 

So…

Where am I at fifty? 

He looks down into his lap, finding Caroline tucked into the crook of his elbow with a hand in her mouth while they sit in his armchair. She’s teething now, but she isn’t half as unbearable about it as Isaac. 

Isaac. 

Aaron scans the room, finding his son with Spencer and Hank at the formal dining room table. Spence has them both in his lap and reads aloud from whatever Russian novel he’s flying through. As Aaron listens closer, he realizes Spencer is translating as he goes, reading the book in English. 

Tolstoy should be fine for toddlers...right?

Another scan sends him to you, sitting on the floor with a bottle and a spit-up rag, Sophia snarfing down her afternoon snack like it’s her job. 

You find his eyes, double-taking a little. What?

Nothing. Aaron’s mouth presses into an amused little line. 

With a fond roll of your eyes, you turn back into the conversation with Sean and Derek. 

And that’s another thing. 

Aaron never expected to really have his brother in his life as an adult. To his surprise, it's a rather pleasant change of circumstance. Once he moved out of New York and back to Virginia, Sean really got his act together. The arrival of his second nephew didn’t hurt. At your behest, Aaron called him in Isaac’s first weeks, inviting him over to meet the new addition. He feels silly now, for starting a spat with you about it in the moment. It’s not easy, but it’s good. 

He’s the first one to admit that you did most of the heavy lifting, leveraging your similar age and propensity to draw flocks of the struggling and confused. 

Your Honor, I’d like to present Exhibit A in regard to struggling and confused - Aaron Benjamin Hotchner - before the court. 

He laughs down his nose at his own train of thought. Caroline fusses, but once she’s sitting up in his lap, one of his hands across the entirety of her chest and little belly, she’s happy. 

Will she continue to insist on seeing everything? Will she always be so quiet? 

There’s something about Caroline’s eyes, even as they continue to settle into their permanent color, that is inherently wise. He knows, logically, that Caroline and Sophia are near-identical, but neither of you have ever had any trouble telling them apart. 

If someone asked, he wouldn’t be able to articulate the differences. He just knows. 

Aaron almost startles when you appear at his side, Sophia freshly burped and smooshed against your shoulder. 

“You look pensive.” It’s a gentle accusation. 

Aaron snorts. “It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to be pensive.” He holds Caroline up for a minute and you accept the invitation, planting yourself in his lap. Sophia’s still in your arms, so it’s a bit crowded, but nevertheless, you swing your legs over the arm of the chair and melt against Aaron’s chest. 

The girls, of course, are delighted to see each other and make a happy, babbling pair sitting on your abdomen and thighs, watching all the action in the living room. 

Aaron presses a kiss to your head and just for another second wonders how he got so lucky. 

“Hey. Quit.”

He looks down, meeting your eyes. “What?”

You look at him, soft and affectionate. “You’ll never stop, will you?” 

“Probably not.” He adjusts again so he can cradle you in his arm while he keeps the girls stable with his free hand. “But that’s why I’ve got you.” 

“Unstoppable force meets immovable object?”

Aaron squints, making play at thinking. “Wasn’t that on our wedding announcements?” 

You huff a laugh and pat his chest twice. “Maybe it should have been.” 

Realistically, he knows he should be out socializing with everyone there to celebrate him and the fifty years he’s lived (only a couple of them in dog years), but he can’t bring himself to care. His cheek rests against your head, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. Caroline has the other one of his hands, playing with his fingers (and putting those in her mouth, too) while Sophia sits back against him, threatening sleep. 

But really, nobody minds. They’re all having too much fun off the clock, with children of their own. Derek and Savannah lounge in the rec room, watching Tara, Sean, Will, Jack, and Henry play Mario Kart. Not far off is Kristy, wiping illicit frosting off her oldest son’s cheek before he rejoins the boys on the makeshift tournament arena. 

Matt, Dave, and Emily are gathered around the kitchen island, their wine glasses never far from their hands. JJ flits between the groups, her puttering instincts inescapable even outside of her domain. 

Luke and Penelope pretend they aren’t following each other from room to room, activity to activity. They are horrible actors, and Aaron wonders if the kid will ever pluck up the guts to do something about it. 

You didn’t. 

That doesn’t count. 

Yes, it does. 

JJ finally comes to rest beside Emily, propping herself up by her elbows as she sits backward on one of the barstools. “I’d never thought I’d see Hotch so happy.” 

Emily looks over her shoulder. What does she see?

She sees a man she’s known her entire career at the bureau, a man who hand-picked her to replace him when it was time for him to leave his post as unit chief, a man who lost almost everything and somehow found it again. 

She watches as Aaron says something to you, a wicked kind of humorous glint in his eye. She watches as you let out a loud laugh, accidentally startling your daughters in your lap. She watches as the girls process and pick up on their mother’s joy and start to shriek and clap. 

She watches Aaron live. 

“I dunno,” Emily says, finally. “I always thought those two might make it if they faced themselves.”

JJ humphs in the irony of it. “That’s a lot to ask.” 

“And yet -”

“- Somehow, they’ve managed.” JJ looks to her own family just in time to see Will taking advantage of the high ceiling, throwing Michael into the air and catching him. “It’s kind of funny, how things work out.” 

“I can’t believe he’s fifty.” Emily’s non-sequitur drops into JJ’s thoughts, which were rapidly devolving into the abstract. “It doesn’t seem right.” 

Dave taps Emily on the shoulder, reminding her he’s been there the whole time. “You’re in your late forties, I might remind you.” 

A kind of dissatisfied noise leaves her throat. “Thanks.” She turns, looking at him with a glare that could cut glass, but all in play. “Thanks for that.” 

“Just doing my civic duty.” 

Emily rolls her eyes and stands, wandering farther into the kitchen to pilfer a bag of animal crackers from the snack drawer. 

“Alright!” Penelope calls from the kitchen archway. “It’s time for cake!” 

That gets the attention of all the children in the vicinity who have experienced the unadulterated joy of Aunt Penelope’s buttercream frosting. 

Aaron tolerates the attention as you and the girls get shuffled (or in your case, shuffle yourself) off his lap. Emily takes Caroline while Savannah has Sophia. A quick glance finds Isaac on Dave's hip. With a little bit of a start, he realizes just how big his family is. They’re all here. 

For each other. 

For him. 

Soon enough, Penelope brings the cake - candles all lit (and no, there are not fifty of them - that was a hard no from the birthday boy) and places it in front of Aaron at the head of the dining room table. 

You kiss him on the cheek, distracting him while you put a ridiculous party hat on his head. You can almost feel his eye roll and you hear a few phone cameras click. Of course, shortly after, everyone starts singing at him - horrifically out of pace and key, but it’s perfect. 

He’s confronted with the back of a few more phones as parents and friends snap pictures out of habit. He reaches out to snag you around the waist and you end up half-sitting on the arm of his chair. 

You loop your arms around his neck, leaning into his side. “Make a wish.”

After one slow blink and a deep breath, he blows out the candles to whoops and hollers and baby shrieks. 

Your eyes snap up out of instinct, finding Isaac covering his ears and looking more and more alarmed by the minute. You toss another kiss onto Aaron’s forehead and quickly take Isaac from Dave, traveling down the hall with practiced haste. 

If he’s honest, Aaron forgot. He should have grabbed Isaac’s headphones from your office, but he didn’t. He should have warned his son about the loud noises and all the people before they overwhelmed him, but he didn’t. He should have remembered that his son needed more thought and attention than the others, but he didn’t. 

He hides his self-directed frustration well, but it doesn’t take long for him to make a quick and subtle escape. He knows the girls are just fine. Emily has Caro well in-hand and Savannah is always looking for an excuse to practice with the girls. She’s due in February, looking radiant and lovely. 

In a near-whisper, he calls for you and Isaac as he tracks down the hall on light feet. He hears you murmur, then Isaac’s voice: “Here, Dad,” guides him into your office, where you’re stationed on the floor under your desk. 

Isaac’s playing with the soft carpet chosen especially for him, his little fingers getting lost in the plush fabric. Aaron kneels down and rests his forearms on the ground, searching for Isaac’s eyes. 

“Hey, little man.” 

He hums. 

That’s a good thing. 

Aaron puts his hand on the carpet, about three inches away from Isaac’s. He can see it, but it’s not touching him, communicating his presence without sensation. 

You meet Aaron’s eyes over Isaac’s head. Not your fault. 

He shoots you a withering look. 

I’m serious, Aaron. You raise your eyebrows and shake your head. Not your fault. We’re okay. Your eyes flicker to Isaac before returning to Aaron. He’s okay. 

Aaron watches as you arc your body around him, getting close but not too close, running your fingers through the carpet on either side of him. Aaron wiggles his own fingers, sinking deeper into the blue shag. To his surprise, it calms him a little. 

Little Man might be onto something here. 

Eventually, Isaac leans back into you, and you slowly bring your hands to his hair, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. You look at Aaron and nod once. 

He takes his cue. As always, he’s in awe of your command over Isaac’s needs. With a breath, and very quietly, he asks. “Are you feeling better, little man?”

His eyes still on the carpet, he nods. “Just loud.” 

“Yeah. It was pretty loud.” He looks up to the bookshelf, spotting his headphones on their charger. “Do you want to go back to the living room, maybe with your ears on? Or do you want to stay in here?”

The boy stills, thinking. In the two years he’s known his son, the turning of gears in Isaac’s little head enamors and amazes him. He can almost see their spokes behind his eyes. After a minute or so - 

“Living room, but only for a little while.” 

You kiss him lightly on the top of his head, where the band of the headphones rests. “Do you want your ears?”

He nods and Aaron rises, bringing the headphones back down. Isaac puts them on and wiggles a little where he sits. Aaron likes to imagine it’s his way of settling back into his body. 

Much to the surprise of everyone present, Isaac reaches out to Aaron. With soft eyes, he takes his son in his arms, letting him wrap like a koala around his neck and chest. 

The three of you return, finding everyone still milling about, eating cake, and sharing space together. Jack, catching sight of you, jogs over. “Is Isaac okay?”

You nod, brushing the hair off Jack’s forehead. “Yeah, bud. It just got a little overwhelming for a minute.”

It’s been eleven years of you and Jack, but it never gets old for Aaron. The way you are with each other - somehow balancing a parent-child relationship with a steadfast best-friendship - constantly surprises and warms him. 

Jack nods, circling around so he can get into Isaac’s eye line. He waves a little, and Isaac waves back, lifting his hand briefly from Aaron’s collar. Jack offers a fist, and Isaac reaches out to tap it with three of his fingers. 

Aaron closes his eyes, taking it in. 

+++

“So,” you say, tucking into bed beside him. “Fifty.” 

“So,” He doesn’t pull his eyes from his book. “Thirty-six.” He throws you a side-eye, immediately noticing the playful glint in your eye. “Don’t start.” 

You raise your eyebrows, the picture of innocence. “Start what? I’m just appreciating my loving and handsome and thoughtful and distinguished husband on his birthday.” You scoot and shift, straddling him. “Are you gonna let me?”

That gets his attention. Keeping his eyes on you, he markes his place and sets the book on his bedside table. “I might.” 

You lean down, pressing your lips to his, speaking quietly against his mouth, like a secret. “Happy Birthday, my love.” 

If anyone asked, Aaron loved his present. 

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[jobean12-blog]

Rescue My Heart

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (and Alpine and Bailey dog too :)

Word Count: 1,926

Summary: Bucky works at the local animal rescue center and helps to train the animals to become service animals because it has helped him so much during his own recovery. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Bucky Barnes character appreciation day and recovery!Bucky. I can’t help myself when it comes to Bucky and animals so this definitely got longer than I thought it would. I just love the idea of him being loved by and loving animals and having them as part of his recovery. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: lots of super sweet fluffy fluff, animal love, dog noses, cat paws, shy Bucky and happy happy endings! :) 

Thank you to my lovely friend @tuiccim for showing me the amazing piece of art of Bucky and Alpine on the motorcycle from the 2020 comics by Derek Landy and Federico Vicentini (it has been edited and I’m not sure by who but thank you and credit to the person who did! :) Totally inspirational piece! 

Just as you finish filling the food dish you hear the roar of a motorcycle outside the door, both of Bailey’s pointy white ears perking up and his tail thumping loudly against the wall. “Is that your friend back again Bailey baby?” you ask in a sing song voice before scratching his head.

Bailey licks your hand and then dives into his dinner, his tail still wagging when the bell above the door sounds and you turn to see Bucky. He smiles at you and unzips his leather jacket, pulling Alpine from the confines and setting him down on the floor.

The fluffy white cat immediately trots your way and starts rubbing against your legs. You run your hand over his softness and coo at him. Large black boots fill your vision, and you look up, your gaze meeting the most beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey Buck! Back again huh?” you tease lightly, standing and grabbing a treat for Bailey who is waiting patiently. Bucky chuckles and pats Bailey, signaling for him to stay calm and seated while he waits.

“Yea, wanted to see how my boy is doing today,” he replies, eyes on you instead of the dog. You give Bailey his treat and praise him when he takes it calmly. “He’s doing really well Bucky. I think he’ll be ready to be matched up soon,” you tell him excitedly.

“I think so too,” he agrees, keeping his gaze on you. “Has he been walked yet today?”

“Just a short one this morning. We had a litter of abandoned kittens dropped off this morning so getting them checked and settled took up a lot of our time,” you explain. “I was going to walk him soon.”

“I’m gonna take him for a quick spin around the block before we do more training, but I want to see these kittens first,” he says.

“Definitely, let’s go,” you respond, walking toward the back. Alpine has already settled himself on his favorite cat bed by the window and Bailey is laying down by his pen with his favorite toy.

After showing Bucky the new kittens, he takes Bailey out for the walk and you go to the front to check on Nat.

“He’s back again I see,” she states plainly while smirking.

“He’s here to see Bailey, Nat. Don’t give me that look!” you chide, rolling your eyes.

“You mean he’s here to see you. You can’t tell me you don’t see it. He can’t take his eyes off you. You’re the first one he goes to every time and he barely talks to anyone else,” she goes on, nudging your side.

“Well, I’m the one who works with Bailey so of course he’s going to talk to me, and I don’t know what you mean ‘can’t take his eyes off me’. I haven’t noticed,” you scoff.

“Whatever. You like him too. Just admit it,” she prods, continuing to sort the mail.

“He doesn’t like me! I’ve been working here almost 2 months and he hasn’t made a move. I think if he were interested he would have by now!” you correct her.

“I think he’s just shy and he is probably worried about being in recovery. He might be worried you wouldn’t be interested,” she says quietly.

You frown at her. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, I think he’s amazing. He’s doing great and the fact that he trains these animals for other people that need service dogs is just the best,” you tell her.

“Maybe you should tell him that,” Nat suggests before eyeing the door and walking off.

Bucky returns with Bailey and immediately searches for you, his smile brightening when you catch his eye.

“How was your walk?” you ask as he approaches the counter.

“Great! Thanks. He’s did so well,” he beams, affectionately rubbing behind Bailey’s ears.

“Hey. Bucky. So, um. I just wanted to tell you that I think what you’re doing is really wonderful,” you start, and he furrows his brows. “What I mean is. It’s so nice that you’re training these animals to help people and I just think you’re doing great and that I should tell you that,” you finish, inwardly cringing.

He instantly brightens and relaxes at your words, smiling softly. “Thanks. That really means a lot.”

Before you can say more the alarm on your phone signals that it’s time to feed the kittens. With a wave you excuse yourself and head to the back, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

When you’re done taking care of the kittens you come back out and realize Bucky, Bailey and Alpine are gone. You try not to be disappointed, but you find it hard and now you’re wondering if maybe you scared him away.

Nat slides up next to you. “Did you say something to Bucky?” she asks, and your heart sinks into your stomach.

“I did. I told him what I told you. That I think he’s amazing and all that.” You start to pace back and forth, mumbling under your breath. “I definitely scared him off. Now he’ll never come back!”

Nat grabs your arm, leveling you with a glare. “You did not scare him off. In fact, he practically skipped out wearing a ridiculous smile, that’s why I asked.  And told me to tell you he’s sorry he couldn’t say goodbye. Steve’s car won’t start so he went to help,” she explains. “He took Bailey for the night to see how he does.”

Your shoulders slump with relief. “Ok. I really thought I messed up. I just hope you’re right and he comes back tomorrow.”

The rest of the afternoon goes quickly between adoptions and taking care of the new kittens. You’re on the night shift with the babies so you leave early to get some rest before you have to show up again at 12am. Nat winks at you on your way out and you can’t help but feel like she’s keeping something from you.

After dinner and a nice nap, you head back to the rescue center. You’re surprised to find the lights on when you arrive and Alpine sitting in the window. When you take a better survey of the street you see a familiar motorcycle parked nearby.

Your heart starts hammering in your chest and your palms get sweaty. Why would Bucky be here now? The soft purr of Alpine pulls you from your frantic thoughts and you bend down to take him in your arms, his soft warmth quickly calming you down.

The sound of crinkling paper catches your attention, and you look down to see a small note attached to Alpine’s collar. You pull it off and unfold the small paper. ‘Go to my favorite place to nap.’ Chewing your bottom lip, you and Alpine walk toward the window, the small bed smooshed against the glass and a small piece of paper sitting atop it.

You grab it and quickly unfold it, reading, ‘Find Bailey’s favorite toy.’ Rushing past the counter you head to Bailey’s area and find his ratty and chewed up duck toy, another small note attached. Unfolding this one, it reads, ‘Where is Bucky’s favorite spot to hide chocolate?’

At this point you’re grinning from ear to ear as you head toward the back room, stopping by the small cabinet that holds all the bottles to feed the baby animals. Opening it you see Bucky’s chocolate stash on the top shelf and grab the stool. Peeking behind it you see another note.

This one says, ‘Go to the boys favorite place to hide.’ You’re momentarily stumped but then you remember the spot in the back room where Bailey and Alpine curl up in the sun for afternoon naps. You gently place Alpine down and head toward the door.

You can see a light shining out from under it and slowly turn the knob, still unsure of what you’ll find. When you get it open enough to see you’re greeted with the sight of Bucky, a kitten in the crook of his metal arm and a small bottle in the other hand.

“You found us,” he whispers, walking toward you. Bailey lifts his head from the floor and thumps his tail on the ground, his big brown eyes looking to Bucky for approval. “Go say hi buddy!” Bailey jumps up and rushes over to you, sitting down and licking your hands.

“Hi Bailey boy! I missed you!” you tell him, kissing his head. When you start to scratch around his fluffy neck more paper crinkles, and you turn his collar around to see one last note attached. Smiling up at Bucky you start to unfold the paper.

‘Would you like to join us at our favorite spot for a date xo Bucky, Bailey and Alpine.’

You give Bailey one more kiss and then stand up, moving closer to Bucky. “This is by far the best way anyone has ever asked me out,” you confess, resting your hand on his metal arm. “I would love to go on a date with you Bucky.”

When the weekend finally rolls around you find yourself bouncing on your toes outside your apartment. The familiar sound of Bucky’s motorcycle makes you squeal, and you start waving as soon as he turns the corner. He pulls up, an extra helmet in hand, Alpine tucked safely away in his leather jacket and Bailey sitting happily in the safety of his dog carrier.

“Are you still not going to tell me where we’re going Buck?” you ask with a giggle, taking the helmet. He kisses you softly before answering. “Nah. It’s a surprise. Come on!” He secures your helmet and helps you onto his bike, your arms winding around his waist.

The ride is short and when you pull up by the Brooklyn Bridge you give him a squeeze. He stops the bike and helps you off, getting Bailey out and leaving Alpine in his jacket. You walk hand in hand to the waterfront pathway, Bailey trotting nicely alongside Bucky.

“I thought we could go for a nice walk before dinner,” he says, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. “This is perfect Bucky. I love it here,” you say before leaning up to kiss him.

After your walk along the water, you head back to his bike and he pulls a picnic basket from the saddlebag. You find a spot to sit and help him unpack it.

“Bucky this is wonderful!” you declare. Thank you for doing this. I’m having the best time.” You can see the blush creep up his cheeks before his eyes crinkle in a smile.

“I’m really glad I took a chance and asked you out. I’ve wanted to for the longest time, but I wasn’t sure because you know…” he trails off, looking down again.

You lift his chin to meet his eyes. “Bucky, I meant what I said the other day. I think you’re amazing.”

He tilts his head and inches his face toward you, giving you a sideways grin before brushing his lips over yours. Just as he presses closer a white paw swipes out from his jacket and starts to bat at your hair. You can’t stop your laughter as Alpine continues to attack the rogue strand.

“Way to ruin the moment furball,” Bucky playfully scolds, laughing as Bailey cocks his ears back and looks offended. “Not you Bailey! Don’t worry buddy. You’re a good boy,” he tells the big white dog, while still trying to fight off Alpine’s swatting paw.  

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[penny-beee]

Moments of Peace

Draco x Reader

Description. Feeling numb Draco makes a new friend in the astronomy tower.

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There I sat in the astronomy tower, Pride and Prejudice between my hands. Almost silent footsteps came up the stairs, bright white hair reflecting onto the walls. Draco Malfoy, a boy I had seen several times up here. Whenever I’d come up to read he was out by the railing and I’d sit in the shadows so I wouldn’t disturb him. I never knew if he noticed me or not, but he never detested so I kept my spot.

I shifted my gaze back to my book, shifting a bit to get back into a comfy position. As I got into my story again, a dark figure sat next to me. Stopping for the second time, I looked over to see Draco. He looked as if he could melt into the wall, his back against it and his legs sprawled out-head up to view the ceiling. A sight I’d never seen before, usually so cunning and tense.

Deciding to keep reading, I gazed back down and tried my best to take in the words. Failing miserably I stood to leave. A whispered “thank you” filled the room. I turned on my heel and bowed my head slightly, unsure of why he thanked me or how to respond to that. Confused, I sauntered down the stairs to the Ravenclaw common room.

As it being extremely late, I got into my bed and sunk into my slumber.

For the third time this week, Draco sat besides me as I read. This time I brought a second book-unknowing if he’d be interested in my muggle books. ‘The Great Gatsby’ laud on the floor between us, I almost felt like I was training a dog to trust humans again. I caught him glancing at the book a few times before he finally reached for it. I softly grinned at the small step.

We sat there reading for what felt like hours. His light blonde hair would fall in front of his eyes and he’d run his fingers through it to fix the blinder. Satisfied, I stood to leave his side again. A soft tug caught my attention. I peered down at the innocent face, he stared right into my soul with his silvery eyes. I could see the pain and resentment that just seemed normal.

“Your book.” He went to hand me, losing his page.

“Don’t worry, it’s yours.” I smiled kindly and turned to leave.

Draco came to read with me about four days of each week, felt like a book club. He had finished two books and was now onto Dracula. He giggled every now and again at the story. When he spoke, he would in hushed tones and almost as if he was scared to say the wrong thing and open up. I could see his hurt, I tried my best to just keep conversation small so he knew I wouldn’t push anything out of him.

When he learned my name, I had caught a giggle from him. He thought my name was funny, or at least the nickname he had made in his head was. Although as soon as he started to seem cheerful-it went away. He would shut it down.

“Y/N L/N” I smiled, honestly surprised it had been a month and he hadn’t learned my name.

He chuckled for a moment-but realized he almost sounded insulting towards it “-I didn’t mean to laugh, I was just reminded of something.” He awkwardly responded.

One day I sat in the dining hall instead-needing some company, loud stomps came from the head of the hall, Harry charged at Draco. Harry held Draco by his white collar and exclaimed something I couldn’t make out. Draco’s eyes furrowed and his lips smooshed to his nose, looking aggravated; he pushed Harry off and sped to leave. Harry following after.

A sense of responsibility waved over me, I closed my notes and walked away from the dining hall. I followed far behind the boys, not wanting to cause too much trouble. As I was invisible to everyone already, I saw no issue in me not being seen. I stood silently at the entrance. The sound of pipes breaking and shattering alarmed me. Running for Snape I found him not too far.

“They’re going to kill each other.” I stated,

He followed me back to the lavatory and walked in for me; muffled words filled my ears. Harry stomped off, angry at whatever happened. His face slightly bloodied. I waited for Snape to bring Draco out but McGonagall came to bring him to the infirmary. As they brought him out, he laid silently, his shirt bloodied enormously. Hair all strew, he was a mess to say the least. My hand connected with my mouth, shock waved over my body. He looked so peaceful, something probably impossible for that boy.

I waited a few hours before I went to see him, not wanting to press his buttons or run into anyone threatening. I brought a single white rose and his favorite book ‘The Great Gatsby’. My hair was tucked behind my ears, my eyes slightly red-the idea of my friend hurt and suffering stung. The three months of learning about him slowly felt almost romantic.

Shaking the thought away, I made my way to his bedside, his hair was flat against his forehead, lips cracking and eyes strained. I gave him a genuine smile, hoping to greet him with empathy.

“I brought you some gifts.” I was just above a whisper, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Why did you come?” He asked firmly, he looked embarrassed, ashamed of being in the bed.

“To bring you gifts and make sure you are alive.”

“Why does it matter to you, mudblood.” His piercing eyes stared into mine and his jaw clenched, looking almost deadly. His words stung, never had he ever been cruel to me.

“I see that I mistook this as a friendship. I can see that authenticity of blood means everything to you because your character is so poor.” I croaked.

I set the rose next to his bed; the book just underneath it. My head held down low, I quickly made my way to my room. I locked my door, making my way to the window I sat in front of when I was upset. I gripped my robe and pulled it close to my body. Tears of sadness and anger fell into the fabric. Crawling to my bedside I pulled my blanket on top of me, curling into almost a ball on the hardwood floor. I gazed at my wrist, ‘mudblood’ carved into from a previous attacker- stung my heart. Making me gasp for air, the feeling of not being good enough rang in my ears for the thousandth time. My soft sniffles brought me into a slumber on the floor.

I had gotten used to not seeing him in the tower anymore, he didn’t show up to read with me; stopped waving ‘hello’ in the halls, it was like he had disappeared completely-the one person that saw me was now gone. I had hopes of making new friends but my shy antics never made it possible, I might be a Ravenclaw but I was almost a Hufflepuff. Again, I was on my own-nothing new to me though. My mother killed when I was 10 and then my father vanishing at 12; I was pretty much alone since. My fathers mother had carved the words that haunt me into my arm when I first stayed with her. My father being a pure blood and my grandmother despising mudbloods.

It was Sunday night, the moon illuminating the tower-sourcing me for light. I drug my feet to the top, Alice in Wonderland by my side. My hood sat on my wild brown locks, tie strewn about, my shirts untucked. I looked like a pure mess. I had my headphones in-Wait by M86 playing loudly. The words belted in my head, swaying my head slightly; my feet switched positions, twirling. Losing my balance-I fell into someone’s chest.

Shuddering almost, I turned-looking up at the pale face. Draco. I took one bud out, taking me from my peace.

“I need to talk to you.” He sounded desperate.

“Do you? You sure you want to talk to a lowlife mudblood?” I quizzed, squinting my nose.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was embarrassed, I wasn’t expecting you-well kind of but not totally.”he trailed off. “It’s hard for me to apologize, really hard. But I’m sorry. I was wrong to judge you for you being a half blood.” He gulped.

“I brought Alice in wonderland, I don’t have a-.” He interrupted my speech raising his arm to have the same in his own hands.

Sighing, I nodded sitting over in our spot. It didn’t feel right to hold a grudge on him. Only time would tell if he was really sorry, only to me would tell if he really learned to judge someone on character.

We sat peacefully against the wall, like we had so many times before. This time, he sat closer, his hand brushing mine as he read, distracting me slightly.

I felt his face move away from his book, his stare baring into my soul. Glancing up, I noticed his stare was only directed at my lips. I filled unsure of what to do, where to look, where to advert my eyes. His hand met my soft cheek and guided me to his own face, he had kissed me. Draco; the boy everyone feared was baring his soul to me. The boy that grew to be so alone in the world was connecting with me. His lips soft, almost like pillows caressed my own. So gentle for such a reckless man.

As we pulled away, we placed our foreheads onto each other’s.

“Y/N, I have scars, I have impurities, I’m broken; but I want to try and learn what love is. Please, help me.”

#draco x y/n #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #tom felton imagine #tom felton #Spotify

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I Can’t Leave

Genre: hurt/comfort, real world AU

Pairings: Romantic Dukeceit/Demus

Content: description of slightly graphic intrusive thoughts, panic attack, fear of intruders/murder, dog. 

Word count: 1.2k

Comments: Little break from our regularly scheduled Soulmate fics to bring you another episode of “Ly Projecting on their Favorite Characters”.

The upstairs bathroom light was still on when Janus walked into their front door, giving an exhausted shout of “Remus, I’m home!” through the otherwise silent house. In front of him, somewhere in the darkness, was a quiet shuffle and he rolled his eyes, flicking on the lights after locking the door.

“Good evening, rat.” Despite his general displeasure of the brown and white schnauzer mutt, he stepped up to his kennel and gave him an awkward pet through the bars. The dog barely paid attention to him, flicking his ear when it was touched, as if saying ‘screw off, I’m sleeping’. He was startlingly like Remus. 

It kind of made sense, since Remus was the one to find him stuck in a dumpster; whether he had been looking for scraps or had been tossed in, they never found out. Janus hated dogs, they were loud and smelled bad and caused nothing but problems, but when he opened the door to see his rain soaked boyfriend, dangling the dirty mutt in front of him like a child, he knew he had no choice. He was quickly dubbed Cornball, for reasons Janus would never understand but Remus adored, and he was the newest member of their little family. 

Janus stood up straight again, Cornball shutting his eyes again and curling tighter into a ball of apathy. For the first time, he noticed the house was oddly quiet for a light still being on. He’d expect a shower running, at least. Remus probably just forgot to flip the switch, he thought with another fond eyeroll and took the stairs to the second floor, intending to do nothing but flop onto their bed and sleep. Tomorrow was his first day off in two weeks, a result of them being short staffed at work. 

But it seemed his plans would have to be put on pause. 

When he rounded the top of the stairs, at the end of the small hall, the bathroom door stood open, and Remus was sitting on the ground, staring at him. His eyes were red rimmed, hair damp and sticking up in every direction, wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Behind him, bunched on the floor, was a stack of towels and clothes, and the mirror was just losing its last remnants of steam.

“Hello,” Janus said quietly, sitting down in front of Remus, separated only by the bathroom’s threshold. Remus blinked.

“Hi.” When he spoke, his throat sounded raw. His chest shook with another stuttered breath.

“Why don’t you come to bed, Remus? You look exhausted.” Janus reached out a hand slowly, careful not to cross the line between the hallway and his boyfriend. 

“I can’t.”

“Oh?” Janus retreated, folding his hands on his lap, “And why is that?” His voice held no mockery, only steady calmness that Remus desperately needed in episodes like this. 

“I can’t leave the bathroom.”

“Okay. Why’s that?” 

Remus blinked hard a couple times, whole face scrunching with the effort, and unconsciously reached up a hand to tug at his hair. Probably why it’s all over the place.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t, dear. I would never.”

“Okay… uhm,” He leaned his head against the open door, effectively smooshing his hair into his face, “Cornball was barking. While I was showering. And I yelled at him to be quiet, but he kept barking. He usually stops when I tell him to.”

He hesitated, and Janus was silent, allowing him to speak on his own time. 

“But then it changed, and it sounded like he was screaming, but I couldn’t tell if it was real or… just in my head. And then I got this intrusive thought that someone was in the house, and they strangled Cornball, and now they’re waiting in our room for me.”

“Oh, honey, why would I ever laugh at that?” Janus finally reached beyond their invisible barrier to run a hand through Remus’ damp hair, scritching his skull lightly. 

“I can’t leave the bathroom until Cornball makes a noise.”

There it was; the ultimatum that Remus was forced to follow by his own mind. Even if Janus was there, and he checked the whole house top to bottom, Remus wouldn’t feel able to leave until his intrusive thoughts were satisfied. No matter how nonsensical the task was. A thought crossed Janus’ mind.

“Wait, how long have you been here?”

“Two hours.”

“Honey,” Janus repeated in a near whisper, letting his hand shift to Remus’ jaw, his thumb rubbing the other’s cheekbone. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Left my phone in my room. My mind was too loud for shower music-” A concept Janus didn’t exactly understand, but knew his boyfriend experienced regularly; the idea of a loud mind. “Even if I had it, I wouldn’t be able to talk. I couldn’t make a noise. I just... couldn’t.”

Janus made another sad hum. “Hang on for just a second, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

When Remus nodded, Janus stood up and took the stairs back down, speed walking to Cornball’s crate and pulling the lazy dog out of it. He was a limp ball, a true testimony to how much Remus spoiled him rotten, only moving to shift his weight to be more comfortable in Janus’ arms. The mutt lifted his head as they trekked up the stairs, the zone he was generally not allowed to enter (Janus wanted some sacred ground that wasn’t littered with dog fur), and full on began to tremble seeing Remus sitting on the floor.

His boyfriend perked up upon seeing his little friend, and the dog leapt from Janus’ arms to launch himself into Remus’ lap, immediately taking to decorating his face with slobber. 

“Aw, hi Cornball. Yes, yes I love you too. I’m so glad you’re not dead, yes I am,” Remus cooed in a dreadful baby talk reserved for the dog only, even though his voice was still cracking with exhaustion, “Can you sit? Sit? Yeah, good boy! Now speak. Speak.”

Cornball let out a single bark, wagging his tail rapidly, and Remus’ shoulders visibly relaxed. 

“Alright now, my love?” Janus murmured, and when he nodded again and began to push himself to his feet, he scooped up the mutt and went to put him back once more. “You were the solution, but you also were the root of the problem,” He hissed as he locked the kennel, “Don’t look so proud of yourself, rat.” If dogs could look unimpressed, Cornball sure did, circling three times and dropped into his bed. For what he hoped to be the final time that night, Janus climbed the stairs to their bedroom. 

Remus was just outside of the bathroom when he reached the top, shaking like a leaf. He was on his feet though, and across the threshold, which was significant progress.

“Well done, dear.” With no prompting, he took Remus’ arm to steady him, and lead him at his own pace into their bedroom. The younger man looked around the room quickly, eyes flittering at all the dark crevices the shadows created, and to appease his fear, Janus did a lap around the room. Closet was clear, under the bed was empty, nothing behind the door. 

“Thanks,” Remus whispered as Janus closed the door, flipping the lock for extra measure. 

“You’re welcome, love,” He responded, sliding under the covers next to Remus after changing into pajamas. No hesitation, the other latched onto him not unlike a koala baby, burying his face into Janus’ chest. 

Not that he’d ever complain. 

“I love you, Jayjay.” 

He’d complained a lot about that nickname. 

“I love you too, Remus.”

Tonight he’d let it slide, though.

#lywrites #dukeceit #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanderssides #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanderssidesfanfiction #intrusive thoughts tw

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PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – sixty-two🔖

[ Go alone ]

(Satan’s affection -15)

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Lucifer looked surprised to see you by your lonesome. His eyes scanned at the empty space beside you, seeing no one.

“It sounded urgent and—“ you paused, considering if your explanation sounded like excuses. Was he testing you? For what reason? Or were you overthinking all of this?

“…I got lost on the way. The map you sent me was confusing…” You sighed in relief to see his expression lighten, urging you to sit with “them”.

Who were them?

It almost felt like a job interview. Barbatos was sitting at his desk, sitting across from your sofa. Lucifer was on the other, scanning pages of documents, while Solomon contented himself with the view outside, looking elsewhere.

“Uhm…” What a weird combination of personalities. Lucifer seemed to read your mind and answered for you.

“I’ll cut to the chase.” He showed you the documents and urged you to read it. “You were in danger.” Barbatos nodded, elaborating. “The person responsible for causing you harm had been apprehended quite recently. We wish to share this announcement to you now that the issue had been resolved.” He didn’t expect the serenity on your features, which caused him to react. “You don’t look surprised.”

That was because your mind blanked—unable to process what was said to you. In the documents handed out to you were numerous accounts of not only you, but your loved ones in the Human Realm being targeted by insurgents, unhappy with the Demon King’s son taking reign in his slumber. At one hand, you sympathised with them—with nowhere else to go but the home of those who destroyed theirs, bound to a life they did not choose. Freedom in exchange for comfort, a life for a life…even a life that did not concern them. At least that was what you thought.

“They’re fine now.” Solomon finally turned towards you, back leaning against the window. “I was commissioned by Lucifer to create an antidote to counter the brainwashing they received. Yours too.”

“Ah, thank you—

.

.

Wait. Did you just say, me too?”

Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “You weren’t suspicious why I came home more frequently? And even cooked meals for everyone?”

Nope. Sorry. Idiot brain can’t understand.

“Flavourless antidote. One of my best creations~” Solomon helpfully explained for you…or not. He said it pretty vaguely too so you weren’t really sure if you really understood.  

“I laced it in your meals. I even discouraged Beelzebub to share them with you.”

“It was just you being you?”

The way Lucifer rolled his eyes in exasperation made Solomon snort out a laugh. You were pretty sure Barbatos was also holding back a smile—well sorry if you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed! It was a good distraction however, from your many tumultuous thoughts. You supposed you were fairly good at hiding your fears for them not to notice—their explanation of what happened and what may happen from that point on seemed reassuring and daresay, foolproof…but…a part of you couldn’t help but wonder…

What if it fails?

What if someone is still out there, out to kill you? To harm your loved ones?

“Are you sure you will be fine going back on your own?” Lucifer asked you, and you nodded. Your AKUber was waiting for you outside, and Satan said he will be waiting for you back at Lamentation. Your boyfriend knew something was going on but didn’t press you for answers; and now you felt bad for not bringing him with you because you didn’t think things through!

Your hand trembled at the door handle, feeling a pair of eyes on you, but as you turned back, you were only greeted back by Lucifer’s own worried pair of red eyes, asking if you are reconsidering your decline—Barbatos was poring over a difficult looking book (a pair of spectacles on his person), and Solomon had his back turned against you, admiring the view from the window.

You shook your head and reassured Lucifer once again before shutting the door.

The absence of a butler guiding you to the entrance made you take a lot of detours on your way there. Such detours led you to spotting a familiar figure you would have never expected to cross paths with in Barbatos’ Estate.

“Levi?”

He was trying to escape, but the power of your words (all thanks to your pact with him), glued him to where he was standing. Even with your apologies, he still glared at you—understandable. You were pretty sure no one would ever enjoy being treated like a dog. (There were better words than stay but you panicked and said the first command that popped out of your head).

“What are you doing here?!” You asked each other in unison, followed by a seemingly endless chain of both of you unjinxing each other.

“Sorry for err…doing that.” You held his hand in an effort to pry him away from the floor he almost faceplanted on, hearing him swear and complain about his sides that took the brunt of the impact instead. “So, what gives, Levi? Why are you here?”

There was a blush colouring his cheeks now—his face—to the tips of his ears. He shouted. “NORMIES LIKE YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND!!!!”

You covered his mouth. “Okay, okay! I won’t ever! Just keep your voice down!”

When he asked why he still couldn’t move, you scratched your head and laughed, telling him no idea, which earned you a well-earned smack at your back. “I’m sorry, okay?! I can’t control my strength!”

You both decided to keep each other company until the binding from your spell wore off. Through your numerous pestering, you finally pressured him to he finally told you about his reasons for coming to the Estate.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Promise.”

He looked from side to side, urging you to lean your ear towards him. “Ruri-chan’s birthday is coming soon and…B-Beel said…he w-wanted to celebrate with m-me…”

“Wha—“ He immediately covered your mouth to shut you up this time. Revenge served cold. “Go on, laugh! A gross otaku like me dragging my brother to celebrate a birthday of a fictional character?! He only agreed to go because of the food! I know that!”

“I never said that, Levi…” You smooshed his cheeks and stroked his head, earning you his ire. “So that’s what it’s about. You could have just asked Satan for baking lessons, you know?”

“Schwiff! (As if!)”

You already knew about Ruri-chan’s birthday! Heck, you were the first person he invited! You just weren’t aware that he invited Beel as well (nor did you know he was preparing for the party to this extent), and he seemed really excited to have his brother over since the sixth born didn’t really seem to be an anime person. “Maybe we can invite Belphie too! You can let him cuddle on your Ruri-chan body pillow! Maybe you can even make your bedroom Ruri-themed! His eyes sparkled at your suggestion, before deflating back again to his usual doom and gloom.

“What if they find it gross? What if they won’t actually go?”

“I’d still be there. I can invite Satan too!”

“…t-they never came to my parties before…”

You couldn’t help it! It felt like he needed a hug. You felt him trembling in your embrace, weakly returning your gesture. “We won’t know until we try. I’ll wait for you at home, okay?”

“It will take a while. Barbatos and I will be making sweets.”

“Then why don’t I wait for you?”

“You should go.” Levi said, pulling away from the hug. “You can tell me about why you’re here later, okay?”

!!!

“Obviously, you want someone else to know first—besides! Barbatos is waiting for me. Now go, before I throw another tantrum—“

“Leviiiiiiiii!”

You received a pinch on your cheek as you proceeded to smother him in hugs.

💌💌💌

Your intentions to wait for Levi hadn’t been as pure as he thought it was. You left your AKUber, told the driver you’d walk from there and stared up at the sky. Eternal darkness littered with stars greeted you, and it was only five in the afternoon. You had a wonderful boyfriend waiting for you to come home, an understanding best friend who didn’t push you for answers but…you still couldn’t help the melancholy you felt in your heart. After texting Satan that you will take a few detours on the way home, you sauntered off to the bustling streets of Devildom, walking aimlessly, hoping you could place a name for your current, turbulent thoughts and feelings.

You couldn’t go home like this. The reflection staring back at you from the display windows looked like it was about to cry. It was ridiculous. There’s no more threat to your life—and even if there was, you were confident that Satan and his brothers would not let any harm to come to you. So why…why do you feel…useless? Do you deserve the happiness you’re feeling right now? Especially when people were fighting for your safety in the sidelines?

How long had you been circling the shopping district? Were people giving you weird looks? Was it really okay for you to go alone and decline Lucifer’s offer?

A voice called your name in the faceless crowd—familiar and almost comforting. With his hand on your back, and the other holding your hand to catch you, his aquamarine eyes pulled you back.

“Simeon?”

His serene smiles had been comforting, his “Are you okay?” shattered you enough to break you down in tears.

You hated being alone in your thoughts, but hated it even more if you showed this side of yours to those who were watching over you in secret. You had a vague knowledge that they are going out of their way for you, but not like this—not to this extent. So seeing someone, completely unaware or even out of their influence was a breath of fresh air.

Simeon held you and offered his comforting silence until you have calmed down. And even when it was time for you to separate paths, he immediately knew you were reluctant to be alone again. Were all angels like that? You wanted to ask, but chose to keep silent.  

“Want to come with me? I’ll fix you a cup of tea.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

💌💌💌

Purgatory Hall, true to its definitions, almost felt…pure. Pristine white walls, gilded ornaments, angelic statues and paintings—it almost felt like the times when you were gawking at Catholic church interiors when the priest takes too long to arrive for mass. Its quiet was different, contrasting even to Lamentation’s usual hustle and bustle.

“Luke is studying Satan’s reviewers.” Simeon answered for you when he noticed your eyes were scanning the vicinity. Without the blackboards and study table, you can finally see Purgatory in all its beauty. You forgot how calming it was to be here. Was? You don’t recall going here often…

“Oh, perfect timing! Barbatos had just given me sweets today. Would you like some with your tea?” Everyone seemed to be either getting sweets or being taught to make sweets by Barbatos today. But you wouldn’t pass up on such a tempting offer and accepted Simeon’s generosity. A fresh cup of tea was laid in front of you along with a slice of cake. Simeon sat on the sofa beside you, sipping his own cup before turning to you. “You look troubled, little lamb. Is something bothering you?”

The warm tea in your mouth calmed the worries in your heart by a bit. Enough for you to reply to Simeon without tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “You can tell, can’t you? Sorry for the trouble.” Simeon shook his head. “I couldn’t leave you alone; my heart wouldn’t be able to take it. Now…” You felt puzzled when he patted his lap, so he explained. “Why don’t you lie down and air out your worries? I won’t have to listen if you want me to. It might make you feel better as well.”

“L-lie? On your lap?!”

Simeon seemed confused at your flustered reactions. “Yes. Is something wrong with that? I do it with Luke and Solomon all the time.”

He didn’t leave any room for protests that’s for sure—before you knew it, his lap was now your pillow, and his beautiful features greeted you as you looked up. How embarrassing!

“Your muscles are tense, little one. Relax. I won’t force you to say anything if you don’t want to.” His words had some power to them. Was it because he was a writer? In no time at all, you felt your eyes closing, heart calmer. His voice seemed louder in the darkness.

“Simeon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever felt helpless?”

You felt his hands comb through your hair, voice soft yet clear enough for you to hear. “Of course. I feel like everyone had felt powerless at some point in their lives. Some Human Realm psychologists even have a name for it—“ He mentioned something about a man named Alfred Adler and his theories about humans and their feelings of inferiority upon birth; some material he used to understand one of his TSL characters deeper. “Of course, a character is not as complex and as deep as a real living person, so your sense of helplessness is deeper and more profound.”

“It’s kinda funny,”

“Hm? What is funny?” Simeon asked you back.

“Humans try to understand and know themselves better, but we still couldn’t prevent ourselves from feeling helpless.” When he didn’t respond, you continued speaking. “It’s like, your life is already set out for you to live and you can’t do anything about it—and any form of strength, wisdom or innate ability you have are mere illusions. You can’t escape from what you will become or what you already are.

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Simeon?”

You looked up at him, seeing tears form on his own eyes that made you sit up in panic.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to sound depressing—tissue! I have a tissue in my pocket!”

He thanked you graciously for your tissue, dabbing the corner of his eyes with a laugh.

“You humans are amazing, do you know that?”

“We are?”

Nodding, his smile returned, and you were back to facing each other again.

“Don’t ever lose hope. You have the right to forge your own path, so don’t ever waver, Little Lamb. Your efforts will never be in vain.”

“Thank you…” That was some really profound advice. And honestly? From the way Simeon’s eyes seemed to look straight past you, you couldn’t help but feel that he was saying his words of advice to someone else as well.

His company, his sweets and your conversations with him until the early hours of the evening however, effectively lightened up your mood. And by the time you returned to Lamentation, with a worried Satan catching you in his arms, you couldn’t help but smile and say,“I’m home.”

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Signification

sig·ni·fi·ca·tion (n.) The process of assigning meaning to something.

Captain and First Mate, two years later.

(Or: Zoro adores his captain a lot, the sequel)

Tags: Reunions, Nakamaship, Late Night Conversations, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling (!)

Read Chapter 1 here. Set in Wano. Spoiler warning for the First Act of Wano.

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The night must be scratching the midnight mark when the ambient noise of the Wasteland finally falls silent. Within Tsuru’s tea house, all that can be heard is Tama’s breathing, soft and even in her slumber, and the quiet sound of cloth on metal.

One by one, Roronoa Zoro cleans his swords, hands in constant motion and mind calm. The girl is at his back, the only entrance straight ahead.

Little has changed in the past hour.

Shusui is the last to go, its black blade speckled with blood and residue bits of straw. In the dim light afforded by the lamp next to him, Zoro’s eye runs along the sharpened edge with precision. No scratches, no tears, no damage whatsoever.

Zoro’s mouth twitches upwards. Good.

The blade sings under his care as it accepts the oil and the gentle swipe of fabric that follows it. Zoro doesn’t have to ponder each individual step – his body has executed these very same movements for most of his life – but being mindful of it… helps, on days both good and bad.

Beside him, a door slides open with the whisper of paper on wood. Shuffling steps come closer, straw against straw. Today has been an excellent day.

“Still asleep”, Zoro reports without looking up from his task. “Fever’s getting better, too.”

A hand settles on his shoulder; it’s warm, fitting the mountains and valleys of Zoro’s muscles like it always belongs there. After a bit of shuffling, a back nudges his own.

Zoro smiles and continues. He’s almost done.

“That tea really worked, huh? I’m glad.”

Leaning against Zoro, Luffy isn’t much of a weight but significant still. He sounds exhausted, now that it’s just the two of them.

“Yeah. Still, Chopper should take a look.” A beat. Zoro hums. “…Wherever he is right now.”

A huff of breath, the kind that precedes a smile. “He’s safe, don’t worry. Sanji’s with him and the others.”

Zoro sheathes Shusui and sets it aside. Hm. Luffy’s head comes to rest against his right shoulder, his hair feathering across Zoro’s skin. It’s crusty with dried salt and carries the scent of the sea.

“You’re really not gonna ask, are ya?”

Jackass. “He’s here. ‘s all I need to know.”

Luffy snickers, as he always does.

“Stubborn. Well, there’s no need to fuss. Sanji apologized and everything. He made that sea king rice stuff, you know the one?” Zoro does. Luffy’s stomach growls. “So yummy…”

Fantasizing about food won’t do them much good. Zoro lets his head knock against Luffy’s (carefully, although his captain is rubber and there’s no real need to). I’m not fussing, he doesn’t say.

They have bigger fish to fry than their moronic cook. It’s… good to know he’s back, regardless.

Luffy hums under his breath, sounding sleepier by the minute. “How’s everyone? You guys got here okay?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Got a bit cramped in Traffy’s submarine but we managed.” An amused chuckle falls from Zoro’s mouth. “Turns out the Hearts are just a bunch of dorks. Strong and loyal but… I don’t know what I expected, with a captain that cynical.”

“Hah! Traffy’s a dork, too.”

“True.”

They share a grin, quick and easy. Personally, Zoro can’t wait for the two captains to meet again; seeing Law so full of himself and not a perpetual hair’s breadth away from strangling someone was pretty boring, all things considered.

Then Luffy exhales a sigh, content. “He’s got his crew back, though. That’s good.”

And perhaps it’s because they haven’t seen each other in weeks, haven’t had time to sit like this and exist for a while – Zoro hears a touch of melancholy in there, too, and sympathy twists at his core.

“Let’s find the others tomorrow, ‘kay? Without, uh, wrecking Kin’emon’s plan.”

Luffy nods against Zoro’s shoulder, a gentle motion. “Mhmm.”

The night ticks on. The need to move builds slowly, a numb tingling that crawls up his legs like a colony of ants, and yet Zoro sits patiently. Luffy is quiet for a while, dozes off, startles himself awake again.

“It’s past midnight”, Zoro tells him.

Luffy mumbles something resembling an affirmative. Zoro raises a brow, even though the other can’t see it. Who’s the stubborn one now?

“Go to sleep, Captain. I’m on first watch, remember?”

“No… Wanna talk t’Zoro.”

Zoro sighs and he doesn’t fight the way those words that curl themselves around his heart, warm and safe. Luffy could do terrifying things with that sweet-talking of his: a downright absurd thought, given the guy can barely tell manipulation from truth even when his life depends on it.

“I’m not going anywhere, idiot. Let’s talk in the morning.”

Nothing.

“Luffy.”

“Mmm?”

“I mean it.”

A long, whiny exhale. “Fine but you gotta come with me.”

“Sure”, Zoro nods. He blinks. “Wait, what do y–?”

And just like that, Luffy’s up and wrapping an arm multiple times around Zoro’s waist. Before he can as much as squawk, Zoro is lifted effortlessly as if he’s a lazy, overgrown dog – he has to pick up his legs so they don’t drag noisily across the tatami mat floor and oh, mutiny is suddenly such an appealing concept. Zoro hisses, “Luffy”, low and indignant; Luffy’s laugh is hushed, breathed right against his ear–

My swords, it’s a stray thought, an important one if he’s to do his duty properly. Zoro pats Luffy’s hand with some urgency. One rubber-stretched grab later, the swords are clutched safely against his chest.

A few feet from where Tama’s sleeping off her fever, two neatly-folded futons wait to be claimed; Zoro is deposited on one of them (which immediately topples under his weight, only his quick reflexes preventing an ungraceful fall). He witnesses Luffy destroy Tsuru’s hard work by half-heartedly spreading his own mattress-and-duvet combination, burrowing into the covers like a hog through forest ground.

With one final huff, Luffy stills. Sleepy, half-lidded eyes shine in the dark.

“…Zoro?”

Scratching his neck, Zoro sets out to fix his own futon. He folds it out against Luffy’s, quiet hands working to smooth out the ruffles and tuck in the edges there as he goes. Carefully, Zoro reaches into the pile of blankets that is Luffy to pull out the hat that’s been haplessly smooshed in the process. It’s placed on the very edge of Luffy’s bed, within easy reach.

Eyes closed, Luffy makes a pleased noise and snuggles into his pillow. Zoro huffs fondly and ruffles his hair.

“I’m right here. Rest.”

Luffy drops off to sleep a moment after and so Zoro settles in for the night, pillow propped against a nearby wall next to his swords and a blanket thrown over his crossed legs.

*

The sky lightens with the tender touches of dawn and Zoro shifts, pulls away from deep meditation to hear the change in Luffy’s breathing. Snoring is followed by a sudden snort and drowsy mumbling.

Monkey D. Luffy always wakes with the sun, no matter over which horizon it rises.

Just in time, too, with how heavy Zoro’s lids feel every time he blinks. Suppressing a yawn, he rolls his neck and stretches his back, and his spine pops between his shoulders. The last remnant of battle along with the satisfying ache in his arms and hands – it’s been a while since Zoro got to draw a sword and mean it.

Tama is still snoozing and thus Zoro doesn’t bother to get on his feet properly. Half-shuffling, half-crawling, he leans over the crown of Luffy’s head. “Oi.”

“Huh?” Luffy glances up through tousled strands. His grin is immediate, a little crinkled with sleep. “Oh. My turn!”

Mhm, Zoro makes around a small smile.

It’s been awhile since it was just them and nobody else yet this routine is still familiar: Luffy grabs his hat and hops to his feet, going from slumber to fully awake in seconds, and Zoro takes his place, choosing Luffy’s pre-warmed futon over his own. He has about a minute to get comfortable before – oof – Luffy throws himself against his side, arms crossed and elbows digging into Zoro’s ribs and midriff respectively.

“Captain”, Zoro grumbles.

“Uncomfortable?”

“… No.”

Luffy chuckles. “Zoro’s going easy on me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Missed ya too”, Luffy sing-songs, and Zoro doesn’t have to look to know he’s grinning, the cheeky bastard.

After that, Luffy keeps himself busy, tinkering with Zoro’s earrings for a moment before he turns to the back of Zoro’s hand to doodle mindless circles with his finger. Breath by breath, Zoro finds himself slipping closer and closer to sleep.

“Ace was here, y’know?”

Luffy says it in such a casual, pensive way, like it’s just like the other tidbits of information Zoro missed out on. Zoro’s eye opens. He’s wide awake.

“He and his crew reached Wano, years ago. Tama told me. People were starving then too and Ace helped them.”

There’s something fragile about this, about the morning light barely starting to spill into the room and the loving way Luffy speaks of his brother. Something precious, and nothing in the world could bring Zoro to interrupt Luffy now.

“Tama wants to sail to sea, did you know that?” Round and round, Luffy draws invisible lines on Zoro’s skin. “Ace promised he’d come back and take her along when she’s older. And a ninja! That’s important.”

The mental image of sweet Tama as a ruthless ninja is a little out there but who is Zoro to judge? She’s certainly brave enough for it but–

Oh, Ace. Quietly, Zoro wonders how old he was at the time. If he, too, was barely past seventeen when started leaving a trail of reckless promises in the hopes of living another day.

It’s then that Luffy pauses, his chest moving against Zoro’s with the slow breath he inhales. Zoro breathes with him, bracing for impact.

“But… Ace is gone. I told her, and she got angry with me.” Walking the line of that old heartache, Luffy laughs and doesn’t break. “She said I don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s better this way, I think.”

Finally, Luffy’s hand stills. Calmly, Zoro offers him his palm instead; Luffy continues with an amused huff, tracing along the deep creases and old scars there.

“What do you think, Zoro? About Tama.”

Years, they have known each other. For Luffy, there’s a great many things Zoro is willing to indulge in – here, at the break of a new day and with the life of a child hanging in the balance, Luffy isn’t asking for indulgence.

Thus Zoro says, “Ace was right”, voice a little raspy this long into his watch. “Children don’t belong at sea.”

Luffy hums and mumbles, “Yeah.” He doesn’t sound particularly surprised. “I want to help them, Zoro. The people of this town, this country. Nobody deserves to cry over bean soup.”

And oh, the anger that seethes within Zoro wells up at that, patiently waiting to be unleashed – an ice-blue fire that burns at his core, fed by the notion of a land poisoned to its very rivers and all the injustices he’s witnessed.

“We will”, he promises his captain, because Ace’s family is Luffy’s family and that makes Tama theirs. It’s how it’s always been. “We’ll get that shitty cook to throw ‘em a feast after, too.”

Luffy nods enthusiastically. “A big one!”

Zoro chuckles. Yawning, he turns into his pillow, eye sliding shut. “With lots of sake.”

With the sound of Luffy’s laughter in the air, he finally allows himself to drift off. That morning, Zoro’s dreams are filled with the smiles of his crew and Sunny's full sails, a new horizon coming ever-closer.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #zolu #fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #hello i'm still soft for these two #this fic is also on AO3! #my stuff #980 got me all kinds of emotional about this lmao what perfect timing

[jungshookz]

hi cee ~ i'd like to request a drabble ! ceoyoongi family vacation with lil baby hwayoung :)

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!yoongiverse, uncle jimin and uncle jungkook i mean how much cuTer can this get, tiny bit of spicE because yoongi and y/n miss each other ;-), hwayoung is fearless and she definitely doesn’t get that from you no offense 

→ wordcount: 1.8k

→ note: i love this gif of happy jimin on the beach so i’m usINg it also i’m sorry this was so short i hope u enjoy regardless!!! schasjfhsja

(gif isn’t mine!)

“look at you in your cute little one piece!” you coo and tickle hwayoung’s tummy

you reach down and wipe a grain of sand off her cheek before poking her rotund t u m m y again

babies have such cute tummies!!!!!!!!! so soft and squidgy

she squawks and pinches your hand in response and you take that as a sign to bacK off

she’s wearing the most adorable black one piece that has lil daisies printed all over it

and there are little bow ties on the straps

aND!! you got her a pair of tiny sunglasses that coincidentally are also shaped like daises

anyways it’s the cutest thing ever and if there were diapers with daisies on them she would definitely be wearing them

she’s sitting in between your legs and kind of pressing her hands into the sand underneath the towel

in a way it looks like she’s kneading bread with her tiny hands

and she lets out the occasional babble as if she’s telling you every thought that’s going through her head and you’re just rolling with it

“hasjfashda-“

“oh yeah girl tell me about it”

“buuuhsda-!”

“mmmm i hear ya”

“i hate the beach” yoongi mutters

“..,,.boitcha?” hwayoung stops in her ministrations and turns to look at her disGruntled father

“yeah, boitcha.”

he leans forward to brush some sand off the beach towel

of course that does nothing because he ends up bringing moRe sand onto the towel

it’s just a tortuous never-ending cycle

gOD

all of you are probably going to track sand into the penthouse too

and not to mention he’s going to find sand under his nails for like 10 years after this

why’d you choose to go the beAch out of all places!!!!! nothing’s wrong with the zoo

or even the museum!!!!!

it’s never too early to introduce your child to modern art

yoongi lets out a groan of frustration before pushing his sunglasses up so they sit on the top of his head

“well we love the beach” you coo mockingly and squish hwayoung’s cheek against yours before turning so the both of you can face yoongi

aw

his two girls!!!!!!!!!!!!

hwayoung babbles and immediately reaches out for yoongi

of course

classic hwayoung

he grins and takes her from you before smooshing his lips against her chubby cheek and absolutely spoiling her with kisses

she giggles and smacks her tiny hands against his face

“did you put sunscreen on her?” yoongi nudges his nose against hwayoung’s and you freeze

aH

so that’S what you forgot to do

“well no but to be fair we just goT here so of course i didn’t-“

“you have to put it on 30 minutes before so it gets to soak in!!!! y/n i told you to- do you even have sunscreen on??”

“….yes?”

yoongi raises a brow at you before he plops hwayoung down in between his legs

he turns and rifles through the beach bag for the sunscreen and you watch as hwayoung gets onto her hands and knees and starts crawling out from under the umbrella

“where do you think you’re going, you chunky monkey?” yoongi reaches over and grabs onto her ankle to keep her from moving

you can’t help but wonder what’s got her excited but then you look over and see jimin and jungkook jogging over

they both ran straiGHt to the water as soon as you guys finished setting up

.,.,.somehow you forgot how hot your friends were

they both look like they’re from that tv show baywatch

that scene where the lifeguards are running onto the shore in slow motion

jimin runs a hand through his hair

some water droplets fliCK into the air as he does so and you can’t help but roll your eyes

he’s putting on a show and he knows it

“y/n, you’re a married woman, you can’t be drooling over me like that - you had your chance!” jungkook grabs the towel sitting behind you and dabs himself off before looking down at you again “unless you’re looking for a little side action-“

“one more word out of you and you’re walking back.” yoongi interrupts him as he continues slathering hwayoung with sunscreen

he’s gripping onto her wrist and really scruBbing the sunscreen into her arm

“you cutiE look at you” jimin drops down to his knees and looks down at hwayoung

yoongi has her on her back and he squirts a line of sunscreen onto her leg like how you would squirt ketchup onto a hot dog

she coos and shoves her fist into her mouth and yoongi immediately reaches over to pop it out of her tiny mouth

he sits her up and dots some on her nose and she giggles “let’s get your hat on, hm?” he pulls her sun hat out of the bag and pulls it onto her head

jimin actually bought her sun hat for her

it’s mustard yellow and there’s a little pom pom on top so it kinda looks like she has a bell on her head (jungkook still thinks it looks like a giant nipple)

“alright, i think we’re-“

“we’ll take her!” jimin swOOps hwayoung up into his arms and yoongi’s about to protest but you stoP him before he can go and sprint after jimin

see this was supposed to be a family gathering but like

jimin overheard that you were planning a beach day and he got all pouty that he wasn’t invited

and somehow jungkook got invited along the way

you know what it’s actually pretty good that they came along because now you have some babysitters!!!!! and you and yoongi can sneak a kiss or two (or more) without hwayoung screeching and wiggling her way in between the two of you

“you guys better be careful or i’ll-! and they’re gone.” yoongi frowns as jimin and jungkook daRt over to the water with hwayoung

“you wanna help me with the sunscreen? should i lie down on my back like hwayoung?” you joke and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully before gesturing for you to lie down on your front

“i still think we should wait at least twenty minutes before letting hwayoung out into the sun” yoongi sits himself down on the small of your back and gently tugs at the strings of your bikini top  

“she’ll be fine - you put so much on her that she looks she took a bath in chalk dust” you prop your chin up on your folded hands as you look towards the shore where jungkook and jimin are

jungkook bends down and dips hwayoung’s toes into the water and she lets out a squeal of delight as he lifts her back up before dipping her down again

you jolt in surprise when you feel yoongi’s cool hands begin to rub into your back

“cute bikini, by the way. new?” you turn your head a little so that you can kinda look at him

“mm. you like it? i tried to find one to match hwayoung’s but there were no flowers so i settled for polka dots”

“i like polka dots”  

his fingers skim over the side of your breast and you can’t help but grin before turning back to prop your chin onto your hands “no funny business, boss”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, mrs. min.” yoongi ties your bikini strings back up neatly before crawling off of you and giving you bum a quick smack “okay, you’re good - you wanna do me?”

“when have i ever noT wanted to do you?” you push yourself back up onto your knees and adjust your top slightly so your boobs aren’t casually hanging out

“not like thAt you pervert” yoongi hands you the bottle of sunscreen

he pauses and turns to look at you over his shoulder “i’d be happy to take you up on that offer behind closed doors, though.”

“you better” you grin and rub some sunscreen onto his bare shoulders “wasn’t this such a good idea?? we should do beach day more often”

“uh- absolutely not! i don’t particularly enjoy having actual sand in my sandwiches.” yoongi glances over at the picnic basket

earlier some hOOligans were playing volleyball and the ball landed righT in front of the picnic basket causing sand to just fly everywhere

“also, i was thinking - as much as i love our child-“

“for some reason i don’t like where this is going-“

“what do you think about a vacation for us? like.,,.,. like juSt us” your hands pause on yoongi before they resume their journey along his biceps

“i think that sounds nice. i think we deserve a tiny break - like a weekend trip?”

“i’m not leaving her with those morons for more than 2 days,” you hear jimin let out a scReam when jungkook kicks water at him “-so a weekend trip would definitely suffice.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and take your bottom lip in between your teeth

it’s been a while since you and yoongi had,.,. you and yoongi time

“what happened to no funny business?” yoongi hums as your hands slide down to his chest

he grabs your wrist before your hand can make it down anY further

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, mr. min.” you purr into his ear and yoongi can’t wait for this weekend trip even though he hasn’t even planned anything out yet

“noT in front of your child, please!” jungkook has hwayoung propped up onto his hip and both you and yoongi look up “jimin and i are going to go and play volleyball with those guys over there-“ he sets her down on the towel and pats the top of her head

she twists back to look up at him before raising her closed fist at him

“what-“

“bAH!” hwayoung unfurls her tiny fingers and jungkook shrieKS in surprise when a tiny crab crawls out and plops down onto the ground before burrowing itself into the sand

jesus christ

who gave this child a CRAB

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[stripper-patrick]

Adorn👊🏽 Viktor Drago

Song: Adorn- Miguel

A/N: HOW TF DO I GET WORD COLORS LIKE YALL USE FOR PRIDE😤

Warnings: angst (reader and father), smut, fluff

Relationship: Viktor Drago x black plus sized reader

“What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve overcame” I ask

“Um facing my fears what about you?” Viktor looks at me. We’re both laying on my bed in a deep conversation. Something we do a lot.

“Accepting myself I never thought I was pretty and I just said well it costs too much to pay for how I really wanna look”

“Y/N” I look at him “you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. I see the way you look at yourself and your stretch marks but I need you to tell me your beautiful I really want you to feel it. Tell me”

“I’m beautiful” he smiles and goes back to looking up at my ceiling.

“What’s your biggest fear?” He asks

I hesitate for a moment “losing you”

“Why?”

“Because you keep me sane” I smile. He grabs his phone and checks the time “shit”

“What?” We both sit up

“I have a match tonight and I’m gonna be a little late my dads gonna kill me but it was worth it”

“Go head”

“Will you come?” He asks

I hesitate again. I don’t like seeing my best friend specifically being beat up.

“I understand if you don’t”

“I’ll think about it” he nods and stands up. I hug him and walk him out the door.

“Bye” he waves. I wave back and watch Viktor walk off.

I close the door and sigh. It’s a big night for him but he knows how much I hate seeing him hurt. It gives me anxiety.

I groan and go to my bathroom turning on the shower water.

...

I look in the mirror at my outfit. I fix my hair and walk out the door with my keys and purse in my hand.

I drive to the venue and get through security.

I walk to his dressing room remembering from the first and clearly not the last time I was here

I knock on the door and Ivan, his father opens it. His face hardens and he says something to Viktor in Russian. I roll my eyes and open the door all the way seeing Viktor suited up in shorts with some dark blue and a little bit of lavender but no gloves on.

“I’m so glad you came you look good” he smiles

“Thank you” I blush

“What is she doing here” Ivan says

“I’m here to support him” I’ve tolerated his shit long enough. He hates me and thinks I’m a distraction for Viktor

“He doesn’t need your support”

“And I don’t need to explain myself any further to you or YOU” I yell pointing at his father and mother.

Viktor yells in Russian and his parents leave the room leaving us alone.

“I’m sorry maybe I shouldn’t have came” I’m about to turn away but he grabs my hand.

“Please I need you Y/N please don’t leave me right now”

I can see he’s scared in his eyes.

“Ok” he hugs me and I smile.

“Ok listen go out there and make me proud you always do so it should be easy” I cup his face smooshing his lips together.

“Only if you promise to walk out with me” I nod letting go. I help him get his gloves on it was a struggle with my long nails.

“Ready?” He nods taking a deep breath.

We walk it and Ivan glares at me. I flip my hair and continue walking with him. His theme music hits and we walk out. The crowd is cheering him on and all the girls are glaring at me. I could care less.

“Go be great with your lavender” he laughs kissing my cheek. I sit in the front and his father sits next to me.

“You’ll never be good enough for my son he’s only using you for the ass you have” he whispers in my ear.

I nod staying quiet. The announcer screams the names in the microphone.

“In the right corner we have 6’4 245 lbs of steel Viktor Drago” Viktor waves towards everyone keeping his eyes on the opponent “and in the left corner we have 6’4 212lbs Javier Hernandez”

Everyone boos for him and he keeps his eyes locked on Viktor. The announcer leaves and the referee explains the rules and stands to the side letting the boys square up.

...

Javier has the slight upper hand. I’ve been cheering along the way.

“Come on V” I cheer clapping. Just then he gets side swiped and knocked to the ground. I cover my mouth losing my breath for a split second.

“Viktor get up” I scream. He’s still out and the referee is already at 3. I go up to the gate and scream his name.

“Viktor get up come on” he opens his eyes and the ref is at 6. He jolts up and it was like a lightning bolt watching him get up. The ref stops the count and lets them go at it again. Viktor pops him with an uppercut and Javier stumbles a little”

“Come on V” he watches me and Ivan touches my arm.

“Don’t touch me” I warm pointing my finger at Ivan. His wife walks up and gets in my face.

“Shut up what are you gonna do” he asks stepping towards me.

“Don’t test me Ivan you got the wrong one and I don’t know why you have your little lap dog in front of you like either of you will do something”

The referee starts counting and I see Javier on the ground. It feels like a lifetime waiting for him to get to 10. Javier tries to pull himself up at 8 but by the time he gets to 10 it’s a TKO.

I scream smiling. They open the ring door for us and I hug him.

I kiss his plump lips and he looks at me hungrily. He kisses me again and his mother grabs my hair. I start seeing red and wild out swinging on her in every direction.

Strong arms grab my waist pulling me off and I get out of his grip going back at her. I’m pulled off again and when I realize who grabs me I see it’s Ivan yelling at me in Russian.

He’s really in my face like nose to nose. I slap him hard across the face. Security grabs me taking me out the ring as I struggle to get out of their grip.

I’m pulled into the lobby of the venue and they handcuff me.

“Let me go” I yell. Viktor runs out holding my purse and demands they let me go.

“Let her go she didn’t do anything”

“Sir are you sure-“

“Yes he’s sure” I yell

“Yes I am”

They release me and I look at Viktor who has a smile on his face.

“I was wondering when you were gonna pop off”

“I’m going home” I shake my head turning on my heels. He grabs my waist and kissing my neck.

“I’ll stop by ok?” I nod. Viktor leans down kissing me again this time the kiss lasting much longer.

“Viktor they want to interview you. Now” Ivan scowls at me and I roll my eyes sighing.

“I’ll talk to him” I nod and peck Viktor once more before leaving.

....

I’m sitting at home in an oversized t-shirt watching friends. I jolt when a pound goes off on the door.

I get up and look through the peephole seeing it’s Viktor. He’s fuming. I open the door.

“Ba-“ he stops me mid sentence with a breath-taking kiss. Viktor pushes me against the wall picking me up.

“Is this ok?” He stops searching in my eyes

“Yes please I need you” I’ve been wanting him to fuck me for the longest time.

“Do you mind if we go rough I need to let this anger out but promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you”

“I promise” he goes back to that mind blowing kiss. Viktor pushes my arms above my head and pulls up my t-shirt. He slides his hand down in my underwear collecting my wetness and using that to rub my clit. I exhale harshly and push my hips forward for more.

He pushes one finger inside of me. Then another. I close my eyes as he juts his fingers upward on my g-spot. My breathing becomes heavier and I take my arms down holding him in another kiss.

“I need you inside of me” I beg. He removes his fingers and sucking off my juices and trust me there were a lot.

V drops his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.

Viktor reaches down rolling it on. He’s as hard as a rock and bigger than I expected. He sinks me down slowly. It’s a little painful.

“You ok?” He stops

“Keep going all the way” He watches me as he continues pushing forward. Once he’s all the way inside of me I squeeze myself around him. He groans and starts slow. I’m finally used to him and I can’t the vanilla shit anymore.

“Viktor if you don’t drill my shit” I groan. He puts one hand on the wall and relentlessly pounds into me.

“Just like that” our bodies are knocking against the wall but my moans drown out those sounds.

“Look at you taking my dick so we’ll baby” he starts speaking in Russian and I moan louder. My hand moves down to his butt trying to push him further into me.

“I love the way that tight fat pussy wraps around me don’t you beautiful”

“Yes yes Viktor I’m cumming” he pushes my knees against the wall thrusting further into me. “Lemme hear you Y/N” he pounds harder into me and I scream in undeniable pleasure.

“That’s it” he grunts a few times as his thrusts become sloppier and slower.

Once we’re both exhausted he just stays inside of me.

“Was that too rough?” He asks

“No it was amazing. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I told my father either he respects you or I find a new manager”

“Viktor you didn’t-“

“I know what I have to do Y/N and I chose you whether or not he agrees with it”

I kiss him smiling “can you carry me to the bed I need another nap”

“Nap? Baby I’ve just gotten started” he carries me to my bedroom closing the door with his foot.

#smut #viktor drago smut #viktor drago x reader #viktor drago #creed #creed 2

[huffle-dork]

Behind Late Night and Static Doors

(Happy International Dog Day! Here’s a little Drabble of Sahne, Swap Henrik’s hearing aid dog~! I’ve been wanting to write stuff with her for forever! Hope you enjoy!)

Sahne woke up from her little nap on the carpet to see that most of the electronics and lights around the house were still on, even though it was dark outside the windows. The golden stretched and shook out her fur before sniffing out and finding where her master was. She found him curled up on the bed, one hand limp over the side, the other still holding his phone over a book he was finishing. Sahne cocks her head, before padding over and bopping her nose against Henrik’s hand. The actor mumbles slightly in his sleep but doesn’t stir. The dog huffs slightly, but she knows this routine. Her master was often silly like this and forgot to turn off the lights and tuck himself in before going to sleep. But that’s what she was here for!

Carefully, Sahne gently grabbed the phone outta Henrik’s hand and pulled it away. Then she scampered to the other side of the room and stood up on her hind legs, expertly flicking the light switch off with her nose. She could almost hear a slight sigh of relief from her master, and she strolls back over, pulling the covers over him before jumping up and curling up beside him. She doesn’t mind getting a little bit more sleep. She looks up to see a sleepy warm smile on Henrik’s face, his glasses smooshed up against the pillow. She snorts and reaches over to paw them off then settles back down, shutting her eyes. What a silly master she had…

She wasn’t sure how much time passed… but eventually Sahne is woken up by a buzzing. She groggily lifts up her head to see a blue light at the far end of the bed- Henrik’s phone. She snorts and shakes her ears, ready to go back to sleep. The buzzing didn’t even disturb her master. But right before her head hits the sheets again, the buzzing starts up again. But it’s… strange somehow. It’s vibrating in a unique pattern. And only now- does Henrik begin to stir. Sahne’s head perks up as she watches her Master rise and sit up somewhat limply. He fumbles blindly for the phone- then stares into its depths. His expression… it goes from a disoriented sleepy one to an entranced blank one the more he stares at the screen. And suddenly, his eyes flare up with a green glow.

Sahne feels her hackles raise and a growl builds up in her throat. Something isn’t right here. Faintly, she picks up the sound of- static! That means danger! She springs to her paws and starts to bark at Henrik, pawing at the phone and trying to get his attention. But he won’t look at her, he won’t look away! Sahne quickly snatches the phone out of Henrik’s hand and backs up, growling deeply. It takes a second, but Henrik’s eyes soon lock onto her, and then he looks angry.

“...give me the phone, mutt-“ He drones, before he tries to snatch it away from her. But, Sahne is fast and soon she’s sprinting down the hall. She races into the living room and almost completely skids to a halt. All the things left on! The tv- it’s filled with multicolored static- the noise is grating on Sahne’s ears. She whines and backs away, tail underneath her legs. She doesn’t know how to turn that off- that means more danger for Henny!

Her master appears right behind her and she barks in surprise. He looks ready to grab the phone from her before his gaze locks onto the static on the tv now- and he looks entranced once again, eyes glowing even brighter. No!! Sahne barks and drops the phone, trying now to nudge and push Henrik away from the tv. She doesn’t get it but she knows it’s bad!

There’s a deep chuckle coming from the tv now, small and echo-y but definitely there- definitely foreign. Sahne can’t read them nor does she know what they are but- words appear in the static for Henrik to read along with the voice.

“What a loyal little mutt you have, my little Schneepy. But, I believe playtime is over. We have business to attend to, puppet. Come along now.”

Henrik’s mouth hardly moves as he nods, body turning towards the front door, “Yes, Magnificent…” The actor looks a mess, half of his clothes thrown off in sleep. No shoes on, glasses still off, hair everywhere. And Sahne starts to panic and bark again. Henrik can’t leave! That’s bad!

The golden retriever bounds after her human and quickly grabs his pants leg and starts to tug, trying to pull him back. He doesn’t react at first, still trying to walk as if caught in a dream. But, when he can’t make much distance he shakes his head and then turns to growl at the puppy. “Sahne! Let go!”

But she doesn’t. She tugs harder, pulling him back farther. He stumbles and catches himself on the kitchen counter.

“Verdamnit! verrückter Hund! Let go of me!”

Sahne shakes her head crazily, trying to keep Henrik from going anywhere further. He fights harder, trying to pull himself away. The fabric beneath Sahne’s teeth, she can feel it start to give- it’s ripping! Once it actually gives away- Sahne stumbles back but- Henrik slips all the way to the ground and his head cracks against the tile. Sahne yelps in alarm and quickly runs over, sniffing and nudging her master.

He’s quiet… he’s really still. There’s no smells of blood but- he’s not waking up. Sahne whines and tries to lift Henrik’s cheek off the ground with her nose. There’s a slight twitch- then his eyelids flutter open. His eyes are blue again.

“...Sahne…? Is that you girl?” He whispers hoarsely, carefully trying to push himself up. Sahne’s tail wags furiously as she dips down and helps him up, diving under his arm to give him support. Her master groans and rubs at his head while leaning heavily against her, and her tail smacks his face lightly but he doesn’t seem to mind. “What happened? Did… did I sleepwalk?”

Finally though, everything seems to come back to him and he tenses. His back seizes up and his eyes grow wide. Sahne’s ears go back and her tail falls, a slight whine coming from her throat. She nudges his cheek.

“...s-sahne- g-get me the… the Fernbedienung- no no- c-clicker?? Remote- get me that- now!” Her Master stammers, gaze glued to the floor. Sahne cocks her head then sniffs around before finding the device Henrik used to control the tv. That’s it, right? It must be because he smiles and pets her head with a quickly mumbled, “Good girl...very good girl.” He swallows before closing his eyes and clicking a button on the rectangle device and the scary static from before disappears. Both of them seem to deflate in relief.

Henrik leans over and pets Sahne behind her ears before whispering, “Sahney- now go- go hide mein phone. Do not let me hear it or see it. Go now, please!”

Oh! Like the bedtime game! Sahne was good at this one. She grabbed the phone off the floor and she quickly went to bury it under her own dog bed. She didn’t think Henrik would try to look there.

When she returned to her master, she found him still on the floor. He was shaking, shoulders bunched and knees drawn to his chest. Sahne came over carefully, giving him a curious sniff. His face smelled like salt water, and he sniffled. Her ears fell back and she sat down next to Henrik and leans over to lightly lap at the salty rivers on his cheeks. He giggled and wiped at his nose. Then, without much warning he drew the golden retriever into a big almost crushing hug, burying his face into her fur.

“Oh girl…” He hiccuped quietly, tears littering her fur, “What would I do without you?”

Sahne’s tail thumped lightly against the floor as she nuzzled into her human’s neck. He didn’t have to worry. She wasn’t going anywhere.

[etherealwaifgoddess]

Birthday Gifts

Main Characters:  Bucky x Reader

Summary: Set  in the What He Wants AU, it’s Bucky’s birthday and he receives a very surprising gift from our main character, and also gets himself exactly what he wants for his birthday :)

Warnings/ Content: Tooth rotting fluff 

Word Count: 2,173

Author’s Note: We’re back in the WHW AU, my lovelies!! Our boy has been carrying around that ring of yours for a while now and it’s starting to get prettttty heavy in his pocket. I had the idea for this all the way back when I was originally writing WHW and I really looked forward to sharing it with you all one day. Well, the day is today! For anyone not familiar with What He Wants and the one shots from the same series please check out the master list HERE

XOXO -  Ash

Birthday Gifts

Bucky takes to carrying the little black box with your engagement ring in his pocket every day. It starts out because he’s afraid to leave it around the apartment where you could potentially find it, but then it becomes a comforting habit. Some days when he’s overwhelmed by his love for you he wonders if that’s the moment. Something as simple as the way your eyes light up when you’re pelting him with snowballs after you’ve shoveled out your walkway make him wonder if he should just drop to one knee and do it. But he waits, biding his time. Bucky wants it to be special and memorable when he finally proposes to you. He mulls over what he’ll say some nights when he’s having trouble sleeping and thinks he has some pretty good ideas. 

The winter drags on and it’s a brutal one, you spend a lot of time cooped up together in your little apartment when you get snowed in. Bucky feels like you’ve been together for a lifetime with all the time you’ve spent together and he almost takes advantage of Valentine’s Day to propose but decides last minute that it’s too cliche. 

March rolls around and you start planning Bucky’s birthday party and his gift. You know exactly what to get him and have the plans set into motion. Bucky grumbles at all the attention, not particularly fond of it or of his birthday in general. You ask him often what he wants, just to be sure you’re not missing something else to get him. Bucky starts just answering with a long, drawn out sigh after the third time you ask. He knows exactly what he wants, and he’s going to get it. Birthdays are for gift giving and Bucky decides that his gift to himself is going to be you as his wife. 

The closer it comes to his birthday the more anxious he is, the ring sitting heavily in his pocket. He’s set in his decision to ask you but worries all the same. March 10th falls on a Wednesday so you make simple plans to take him to dinner in town and then go up to the Avengers Compound for the weekend to have a party with his friends. Pepper has been extremely helpful setting things up and letting you throw the party there. She’s a wonderful friend and you talk with her several times a week, glad to have a close female friend in your life again. 

When the day finally arrives Bucky is a giant ball of nerves and you worry slightly that he’s going to wear himself out. The team at the center keeps things low key out of respect for him, bringing in a small cake and a single joint gift for him. He’s moved by their kindness and genuinely appreciates their efforts. He thanks each person quietly later, blushing under all the attention. 

Dinner at his favorite Italian place is an equally subdued affair, just the two of you in a back corner booth away from the rest of the patrons. Bucky wants to relax and enjoy the perfect night with you but he’s so close to proposing that it’s all he can think of and wants the night to last as long as possible. When the tiramisu arrives he nibbles at it slowly, drawing out things just a little bit longer. He notices you getting impatient, “Getting a little restless?” He asks lightly.

You try to hide your frown, worrying about his present back at the apartment. “It’s fine. I just... I didn’t think dinner would take quite this long. We still have to get home so I can give you your gift.” 

“Does it have an expiration date or something?” He jokes.

“Or something.” 

Bucky shrugs, he knows he can't drag things on forever despite his nerves. He plans on proposing as soon as he gets his gift and can’t wait to see your face when you see your ring for the first time. You hurry through paying for your meal and drive as far over the speed limit as your dare on the way back, much to Bucky’s amusement.

Bucky might not have his full super soldier senses anymore but he hears a faint tapping sound as soon as you enter the apartment. He’s lost trying to place it as you lead him into the living room and have him sit on the sofa. Setting up your phone to record and placing it on the TV stand to capture the moment, you head back to the bathroom to collect his gift. Bucky is completely unprepared for what you return with. 

The tiny brown and white King Charles Spaniel puppy is wriggling in your arms, the blue bow barely staying on its head as it tries to lick your hand. Bucky’s jaw drops open, stunned, as you bring the puppy over to him. “Happy birthday.” You say in a sing-song voice as you hand him the puppy. 

“You got me a puppy?!” Bucky’s whole face lights up as soon as the puppy is in his arms and he’s holding it close to his face, letting himself be drowned by puppy kisses. The moment is filled with pure joy and you’re glad you remembered to set up the video on your phone to capture it. “Does he have a name?” Bucky asks, settling the pup on his lap to pet him and ruffle his ears. 

“Not yet. He’s your gift, I figured you should get the honors.” You tell him.

“Hmm. What about Poe?” 

“That’s unique. I really loved Poe’s work when I was younger too. Annabel Lee was one of my favorites.”

“Uh. Yeah. Me too.” Bucky looks sheepish and his cheeks are tinged red by more than just puppy kisses. 

“You didn’t mean the author, did you?” 

“I loved his character in The Force Awakens and then he just gets even better in the next two movies!” 

“You are such a nerd!” 

“Come on! Poe is brave and loyal, what better name for a dog?” 

“I just didn’t realize what a giant nerd you were. Out of all the movies you’ve watched and all the books you’ve read getting caught up on the 20th century, and somehow Star Wars became your default?”

“It’s an epic love story! And then it becomes so much more than that too. You watched them with me, so if I’m a nerd you’re one too.” 

You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe and it’s freaking out Poe who’s wiggling his little butt trying to go check on you. You hold up your hands in defeat and stifle your giggles. “Fine, fine. At least we’ll be nerds together.” 

Bucky is still fawning over his new pet and you wonder if the poor little guy will ever be put down around him. “He’s perfect, mouse. How did you pull this off?” 

“Well, you kinda fell down a rabbit hole of looking at puppies online last month after you saw that SPCA ad. You kept showing me pictures of this breed, remember?” 

“They just have the cutest faces. And these floppy ears!” Bucky all but smooshes his face against Poe’s and you can’t help but gawk over what a big softie he is around the pup. 

“I know... I know... So I called around the local shelters until I found this little guy who had been brought in as a newborn. He was technically ready for adoption on Monday but they agreed to hold him for me until today. Martha ran out to get him while we were at dinner. I knew the motorcycle was going to be a tough gift to top but I think this worked out.” 

“This is better than the motorcycle, he’s so perfect. You always know just what to get me.” 

“Happy birthday, babe.” You move closer to Bucky so you can give him a kiss and Poe does his best to hop up and join in. You both laugh and give him all your attention again. 

“So, remember I told you I was going to get myself a gift this year?” Bucky asks. His tone is off, suddenly low and hesitant. 

You nod, “Yeah. I told you, you should get it, whatever it was. It’s good you want to do something for yourself.”

“I didn’t get it yet. I need your help actually.”

“Okay, whatever you need.”

Bucky hands you Poe and slides down onto the floor in front of you. His hands are shaking when he pulls the small black box from his pocket and you swear your brain short circuits when you realize what he’s doing. 

“After HYDRA took me in ‘44 I stopped thinkin’ about my future. Didn’t see the point of it, even after Steve got me out. There wasn’t a chance to do more than get through one battle, then the next, and then even after that it was missions with Steve and gettin’ through one day at a time. After Steve... well, you know what happened. But then came you. And you pushed me and challenged me to stop and think about the future. You have been so patient, and kind, and unbelievably strong while I figure things out and now I can’t stop thinking about the future. Our future. So now it’s my turn to ask you somethin’. Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Bucky flips the box open revealing the ring and your breath catches in your throat. 

Inside the box is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. You know it’s custom made because its pattern and metals are identical to Bucky's arm. The sizable diamond in the middle is a light grey-blue that’s reminiscent of his eyes and you wonder who made this perfect creation that is Bucky in ring form. You realize you still haven’t answered and jump, startling all three of you. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes.” You say in a rush. 

Bucky lets out a relieved, happy sigh and pulls himself up on the sofa to take you in his arms. Poe wiggles away before he’s squished and is bouncing up and down next to you as Bucky pulls you onto his lap and slides the ring on your finger. It feels surprisingly delicate and the way it catches in the light makes tears well in your eyes all over again. You’re both crying and kissing and you realize your video is still going. Laughing, you show the ring to the camera and then shut it off. 

“Now we have both moments on video.” You tell Bucky who is still grinning ear to ear. Settling back on the sofa so you can cuddle in with him and Poe you finally ask him, “So, who made this? It’s perfectly you.” 

Bucky nods in agreement, “It better look like me, it’s from me. Well, the arm technically. Shuri was able to get the metal from a few different places on my arm and made the ring from that. You literally have a piece of me now. And the stone is from the royal vault, Shuri insisted we use it.”

“I need to thank her next time we talk, it’s amazing. I love it. I love you.” You lean into kiss him again and Poe yips. “Yes, I love you too Poe. I can’t forget, we’re a family of three now.” 

“God, I love the way that sounds.”

“Me too. So does everyone know you were planning this or do we have announcements to make?” 

“Announcements are needed, I want to show off this little guy to the gang anyway. Shuri, T’Challa, and their mother know about the ring but not that I planned on giving it to you today.”

“Why don’t we make a quick video and send it to your group chat? Then everyone can find out about Poe and the engagement all at once. We need to call Pepper and make sure she’s okay with us bringing him up this weekend though.” 

Bucky grabs his phone and you make a quick thirty second video showing off your ring and Poe, and send it off to the group. A minute later both of your phones are exploding with messages from your friends congratulating you both. Pepper actually demands you bring Poe along for the weekend so that’s settled, and you get a video call from Shuri who needs more details and to ensure you love her creation. 

Bucky settles into bed that night with you curled up against his chest and Poe resting behind his bent knees. It hits him that he’s surrounded by love, by his family. He’s amazed by how quickly his life took a different turn after Steve died. It’s been six months and he’s gone from existing out of habit to really living and having a family to call his own. Bucky can’t imagine what the next six months will bring but he’s looking forward to finding out with you and Poe by his side. 

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[jksangelic]

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: romance, angst, dry humor, smut, undergroundrapper!yoongi (don’t be fooled, yoongi is a soft lover in this), one-shot (divided for the sake of a functioning mobile tumblr)

↳ pairing: yoongi x reader

↳ parts: 1 | 2 | 3

↳ word count: 2.8k

↳ a/n: here’s the first part! second part comes tmro, and third comes the next day, both releasing at 10PM PST! please look forward to them heehehehe. 

this part does not contain smut, only light swearing and maybe some sensual themes? i don’t remember lol. it’s also not very edited hehe i’ll come back to it.

*each squiggly divider represents a flashback, straight divider represents current time*

Yoongi preferred the heat set to exactly eighty degrees Fahrenheit, which was utterly ridiculous. It caused you to toss and turn in a pool of unattractive, and possibly foul-smelling, sweat all throughout the night. Even more so, he trapped you with his own limbs, protecting you like that stupid dog from Tom and Jerry protected that awfully large and awfully raw steak. You’ve fallen in and out of consciousness because of it, surely waking up every thirty minutes while the man slept like a log.

But it was wonderful.

You open your eyes for the umpteenth time, assuring he’s still attached to the hip and planting a kiss on his forehead sleepily. What a dream it would be to stay like this forever, you think, tossing the idea away as quickly as it came. It was punishing as is and you dare not tie the noose around your own neck.

You scan the room, curtains drawn closed and tv silently flicking through commercials, casting a dim width of light onto the bed. It must still be pretty early in the morning, you assume, a bittersweet realization.

Enjoy the moment, you correct yourself, be happy that you were able to have this. So you peer down at him through foggy vision, his eyes closed and mean, twitching a bit enough that you suppose he’s dreaming of something himself. Nudging your face into his hair, which smelled faintly of smoke and peaches, you force yourself back into slumber.

For the first time tonight, you sleep deeply.

Wondering how the hell anyone was permitted admission after the venue breached occupancy threefold, you rub at the aching spot of your ribs that your neighbor unintentionally keeps jabbing. You attempt to peer over the sea of heads anyway, looking for that goddamned girl that dragged you here in the first place. Where was she? Why was she so short? Why did you wear heels to a concert?

Never did you suspect you would be pushed against barricade at 11PM on a Thursday, waiting for an artist you have never heard. The sweat that accumulates, quite frankly, everywhere was probably starting to stain your clothes at this point. The beauty of public outings.

“Y/N! Y/N! Right here!” screams the woman of your nightmares, waving maniacally more towards the middle of the crowd than you but nevertheless farther than you would like to travel in this density. You make your trek, apologizing profusely as full-grown adults glare at you for moving, oh help them all.

“I will have your head for this,” you yell into her ear, gripping the divider to ease the stinging pain stemming from your toes.

“Lighten up, you’re at a concert that you got into for free, for heaven’s sake,” Chungha pouts, bopping her head happily to whatever DJ was opening for her beloved. “I think you’ll like these guys, anyway. Really good rappers, up-and-coming and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, if they even show up. This poor dude has been playing for over an hour. Do you suppose his fingers hurt from pressing all those buttons?” She rolls her eyes in a way that says, please stop already. You really just want to know.

If this DJ had any influence of what the main act would be, you would rather just leave, plain and simple. This wasn’t really your thing in the first place, Overwatch and Red Dead Redemption (not one, but TWO!) sounding much more appealing than listening to EDM’s Worst Hits. But Chungha was a sweetheart who you’d marry in an instant, and when she asked you to come and claimed she already got you a ticket because she knew you couldn’t possibly say no to her, well, you couldn’t possibly say no to her.

You even dressed up for the occasion, a mix of Instagram baddie and Tumblr aesthetic (a sum of words you’d never like to use again) smooshed into one oddly cute outfit, if you did say so yourself.

It wasn’t worth your time.

But then the music starts changing pace, lights changing colors and dimming and smoke machines going ham and you suppose it’s finally starting. Three men walk out, one with orange hair and a long but pretty nose, heart mouth showcasing the straightest teeth you’ve ever seen on a human being, the second slightly shorter, bleached hair styled messily and the hand holding his mic covered in rings, the final with a smirking dimple, leading them out and hyping up the crowd with a few welcoming words that you don’t quite make out.

“There’s three,” you state dumbly.

“Great job counting! Remind me to give you a cookie later,” Chungha retorts halfheartedly, much more intrigued by seeing these men in person, “The guy in front is RM, he’s their leader. Blonde is Suga. J-Hope is the sexy one—HOSEOK OPPA!” She screams as if she’s been struck with a spatula, eyes wide and focusing.

You like their style, you’ll give them that. RM starts the song strong, lyrics so quick and diction so clear that it sounds as if he’s rapping directly to you. They all bounce around the stage, people at barricade, including your friend, reaching out and bobbing along in synchronization. J-Hope follows suit, stage presence oddly intimidating and seductive concurrently, his body more fluid and powerful than any dancer you’ve seen before. You can see why he would be the ladies’ man, lying to yourself if you said your eyes haven’t focused on his hips more often than not.

And without warning, Suga bursts into his own lines, atmosphere changing almost immediately when he brings the mic to his mouth. It’s hypnotic, his words continuously stringing out without break, without a single beat missed. You watch in fear. As the crowd around you screams and attempts to chime in, Suga steps closer and closer to them, squatting down right in front of where you stand and finishing his part with a deep, breathy note. He sits there as both men and women (and Chunga) paw at him and for the smallest of moments, do you think, his eyes lock on you.

It sets you on fire.

Yoongi always made it a point to study the faces of his fans out of appreciation. It would be foolish to say he’d be able to recognize each and every person he’s ever encountered, but he knows you were one to sketch into the archives of his mind. It doesn’t help that you are the only one, mouth slightly agape and teeth biting the inside of your cheek, completely still and studying. For the first time in a while, he feels intimidated; self-conscious even. More than a listener amongst the energetic mob, you look more like a critic.

It makes him shiver.

I would be his groupie in a heartbeat, you think, no doubt that he too is infamous around women wherever he goes. Whatever the matter, seeing this enigma of a man was worth your whole night’s experience.

I love, I love, I love myself! The audience screams, bass intensifying as the other two reach for water bottles propped on the stage. I love, I love, I love myself!

J-Hope throws in some ad-libs, sipping from his water before chucking the lid entirely, Namjoon putting a hand to his ear to egg everyone on and holding his own water above. You still stand in place, astonished how ethereal someone can look on stage and you instantaneously understand why people barricade. Suga catches you again, still squatted in the same position, possibly too lazy to get a water for himself but lets his brothers do what they must, and grins subtly.

You must look absolutely moronic gaping at this man, tongue-in-cheek impressed and hands barely gripped around the bars while everyone else around strains to be closer to the stars of the night.

I love, I love, I love myself! Y’all player hater, you should love yourself!

And that’s when you get—at least, half of a water bottle’s worth of water thrown at your direction. Right in front of the newfound man of your dreams. Everyone else screams madly, acting like these gods have blessed their parched souls with water after days on end, while you now look a little like a wet dog dressed in a hoochie skirt. You shrug, wiping at whatever was worth attempting to dry and thanking the gods that your makeup wasn’t running.

“Oh my god, your shirt is soaked!” Chungha lately notices, head whipping back and forth from the boys to you, back to the boys just in case she was missing something important.

“I would sell myself for that man,” you deadpan, not even blinking towards her.

“Suga? I bet he would accept if you managed to offer it to him.”

“I would easily give him all of the money in my savings right now.”

“You don’t have a savings. Pay attention.”

So you did.

You relished in every part Suga had, finally gathering up enough brain cells to at least rock with everyone else. Every song was like a lucid dream, the concert high really resonating with you. Either that, or you were literally high off of how much smoke there was. Gotta love rap concerts.

Perhaps it was the luck of the opening song, but Suga didn’t make eye contact with you again, a beaten disappointment gurgling in your stomach. But instead of behaving as a kicked puppy and moping about losing every possible chance that the blonde devil would bring you atop the stage and dedicate his serenade of sorts strictly to your face in front of hundreds of people--well, the chances were nearly zero. We're not all winners.

Suga continues on, trying not to focus on the girl with the sharp eyes that makes him clammy to the point where his throat threatens to constrict on him, which isn't optimal. He finishes song after song with his brothers, taking long enough breaks in between to catch his breath and focus on the bigger picture: that there was an entire crowd to please and not just you. Besides, there would always be a pretty or handsome face no matter where he went, he was Suga, goddammit, he wasn't a high school horndog ready to pounce on every intriguing entity he just casually glanced at. That role was a style more befitting for his brothers.

 Upon your cognizance that this group was downright brilliant, the concert ends much sooner than you would have liked it. And just like that, the three send their love and are ushered behind the stage. It takes a while for the swarm to dissipate, interlacing your fingers with Chungha's to insure you don't lose her again.

 "So, I take it you liked them," she giggles, forehead sheen with sweat because holy shit it's so fucking hot in here.

"They are really... talented. I award proper recognition when it's truly deserved." Tired of waiting, you practically shove your way past the bodies, dragging your poor friend behind you and bee-lining for the entrance.

"Wait! Do you want to get merch?" You twitch your nose, not entirely opposing the idea.

"Are you sure you don't want to just hop in? I'll pay for you!" Chungha cries, halfway into her Uber.

"Sis, I live down the street, I promise I'll be fine. I'll call you when I get home."

"That's so far!"

"I'm walking away now. Go home."

She harrumphs once for effect before waving goodbye, Prius soundlessly whooshing away while your best friend sticks her tongue out at you in the back window. You laugh at her foolishness before spinning on your heel and making your way.

It was just the right amount of chilly, breeze cooling you down a notch. You bet your ass you would remember this night forever, writing a mental note to check out the group on every social platform there was when you got home.

 You skirt down a corner of the building, aiming for the route of your apartment--or, at least, where you think it is? "Sense of direction" surely wasn't the best trait on your resume. Walking down the dim street, you notice a few trickling souls walking in and out of the building, probably help from the venue closing up. It's when you see Suga, attempting to light his cigarette and leaning against a black van that you stop like a deer in headlights.

"Suga!" you point and exclaim like a child.

"... Wanna say that any louder, toots?" He chuckles, though, seemingly pleased rather than offended. He scoffs at his empty lighter, tucking the thing in his pocket and leaving his cigarette unlit on his lips.

"S-Sorry. My bad. Do you, uh, need a light?" you offer apologetically, digging through your purse to grab your lucky lighter, an embarrassing bright pink thing with Betty Boop floating in the middle.

"Thanks," he smiles, grabbing the lighter from your hand and flicking it to life as he takes a drag. "Do you smoke?"

"Not cigarettes. Honestly, I already regret offering that to you. That's a bad habit to kick," you sigh, taking it back when he hands it to you.

"Don't I know it." He glances up at your face when he returns your lighter, showing a regretful smirk but studying your face in the process. Well, hell, if it wasn't for the barricade critic.

"I recognize you," he continues, "you were up front, right?"

"Oh, god, I can't believe you remember that."

His heart skips at the match, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth and pushing himself off the van. "You, uh, looked unimpressed. Got me worried that I lost my game for a bit."

"No! I wasn't unimpressed at all. I'm just a new fan, I guess. My friend brought me. I think I was just in awe, if anything. I even got this hood--"

You quite literally bite your tongue, wishing you could slap your face at the outburst, realization running over you like a train.

"You got what?" he presses, a sly curiousness brimming.

"N-Nothing. You were good. That's all."

"'That's all'? Geez, you're really putting me down over here, toots." He throws the butt and stomps it out, "Those eyes of yours really made me nervous."

Your eyes? How smooth of him. "Oh, I doubt that. You seemed just fine to me."

He hesitates to respond; what exactly are you trying to get at here? Sweet and sour, he supposes. It's interesting to him compared to the countless amount of substance-less gals that suck up to him to simply suck him. New fans certainly were feisty, he supposes.

"Do you live around here?" he asks.

"Are you going to stalk me? Yes."

"Well, if I was, you probably shouldn't have said yes before I answered. But luckily, no." He sticks out his hand, clad with rings of, you're sure of, soaring prices beyond what you can imagine for jewelry, "I'm Min Yoongi. But I guess everyone kinda just calls me Suga now. You can call me Yoongi, if you'd like. Can I ask for your name?"

You take his hand softly, hoping he doesn't notice the way you shrink in it because heavens that near-zero chance of meeting Suga certainly did skyrocket. "It's Y/N."

"Mm, pretty," he comments surely. "Well, Y/N. We're actually going to be here for a while, just finished a few shows here and there and decided to take a break until we can figure out bigger plans," he's talking too much, "Anyway, would you want to hang out sometime?"

You shiver in astonishment, what was happening here? What kind of lucky star flew over your head for this? Your goosebumps had goosebumps.

"That... Yeah, that would be great! Do you... Do you want my number?"

"Would love it," he declares, taking his phone out and setting up your contact without delay.

"Do you do this much? Snag a girl's number after a show?" you joke as you type in your number. Yoongi snorts.

"Girls don't necessarily talk to me in a well-respected manner, let alone offer me a light."

"Well, don't expect that last bit anymore. Smoking really is a pet-peeve of mine," you warn. Who were you to warn him of something you didn't like? Idiot!

"Yes, ma'am. I'll shoot you a text sometime. Was nice meeting you," he says, watching you nod and smile and wave goodbye as you continue on home, Suga's name printed enormously on the back of the new sweatshirt you bought from the merch stand. He bites back a snicker, picking at the hair on his neck before walking back inside.

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[isabearies]

I never thought she would get old.

Hi. This is my dog, Maulie (it’s pronounced Molly, she’s named after the plane model). She is, undoubtedly, the love of my life. I have had her since I was ten years old. She became the light of my life after the tragic passing away of my puppy, Moxy, months earlier due to an unforeseen accident.

At the time, life was grim. My childhood dog, Jessie, my one and only friend until that day, was growing very old and very, very tired. She was sick and would never get better. My father had had a motorcycle accident that could have killed him and rendered him bedridden for the next year. My great grandmother, the staple of our family, passed away earlier that year.

All that was, until my mom found a little puppy in Modesto. She was covered in fleas when they found her, stuck underneath an abandoned house alone with her deceased brothers and sisters. She, too, was having a rough year. She was the smallest thing I had ever seen. You know those single tissue boxes? She could fit into those! We never tried obviously, but we knew from comparison. I remember that day very, very clearly. I had taken out my flip phone and I just got out of school. I checked it and saw mom had sent me a photo of the puppy that we had been looking at. I continued to go to the parking lot where my mom waited for me. I thought for a minute and pulled my phone out again. That puppy was sitting on my bed, next to my Finn and Jake dolls. She was perched, staring at the camera, next to a single tissue box.

She got the puppy.

I ran, ran to the car. When I opened the door, there sat a sleeping little girl, not more than four pounds. I cried so much, I never thought I would feel happiness again. There was only one thing I could say.

Maulie.

The first few days with her, she only slept. Puppies usually do that. She slept on my dad’s left shoulder (the broken one), she slept on my stomach, and she slept on top of Jessie. She never complained, never asked for anything, rarely had any accidents. She immediately was stuck to me like glue. She never left my sight, or rather I never left her sight. Sometimes I would cry about leaving her for school in the morning.

She started to grow, becoming a whopping, big and strong....13 pounds!! She might’ve been small but she could take on the world, I knew this for a fact.

She become the love of my life. She was around when Jessie passed away, when my dad got better, when we moved, when I was hospitalized, when Leo died, everything. Whenever I felt sad, she slept near or on me. I think all along she has been trying to fix us with her sleeping powers (they work!).

Maulie hates men. More specifically, she hates men in sunglasses and hats (anything that hides their face). I never knew why, I just accepted it and only occasionally did she see my boyfriends. I still think it’s funny to see men get real anxious when a little 13 pound dog chase ‘em around.

You know when you know you’re grown up, but you still get bombarded? When those things you thought were fact become illuminated and they turn out to be just...childhood thoughts. I found one the other day, and I don’t know how I feel about it. It sounds irrational to say aloud.

I thought she would never get old.

I’m not saying the thought never crossed my mind, of course it did! I just could never see it, never feel it. That was, until about two weeks ago. I was laying down, her head on my shoulder and body against mine. My hand went down her furry little back and my heart stopped.

A spine.

Now if any dog owners are reading this, then you know what I’m talking about. She’s not malnourished. (trust me, she eats all of the cat food anyways). No, that’s the old spine. The spine you feel on old dogs. The dogs that get sick, the dogs that go blind, the dogs that are in pain, the dogs that—

I did what I always do when I get nervous: I pet Maulie. However, when I felt her head, it felt...harder. The skin on her head was thinner. I felt down her her upper back. Her shoulder blades protruded. I looked at her whiskers. Gray. I felt her nose, her coat, her tail.

She was awake now. The hair on her chin smooshed up her face. Her ears floppy as ever. I have seen those eyes. Those same tired eyes. Jessie had those same eyes. Jessie was old. Jessie is gone.

I knew the day would come. The day I realize my dog is getting old. I just never knew it would come this quickly. Now you may say, “Isabelle, she’s not gone yet! She’s not even eight, she has plenty of time!”

That’s not the point. She grew up with me, I expected her to grow old with me. That’s what soulmates do, right?

She’s a dog. I know she’s a dog. I know I will outlive her lifetime multiple times, but that doesn’t change the hurt. I love her more than life itself, I just hope she knows that.

I’m sorry for this long, convoluted rant. It’s just hate thinking sometimes, especially since I’m forced to be inside where all I can do is think. But hey, at least I’m getting writing done!

here’s some of her baby photos as apology for the sad post

#cute dogs #dogs #puppies #kittens #cats #dogs 2020 #puppylove #puppy #dogmom #dogblr #sad thoughts #shower thoughts

[mustardprecum]

hiii! I have a prompt for you: Billy taking Steve to Disneyland for the first time since Steve is a hugeeeeee Disney fan. Maybe something with meeting characters and mickey ears? I’m really loving the ficlets you’re writing! 🥰

I will be happy too! I have not been to an amusement park of any sort in about 20 years, so bear with me if I get something wrong. I got sappy btw. 

Billy waited an entire year for the other shoe to drop. People like him didn’t have good things that lasted, especially not relationships. But then one morning, Steve woke up him with soft kisses, piping hot pancakes, and ice cold orange juice.

“Happy anniversary,” he’d whispered with a big smile.

Billy had remembered, had even gotten Steve a new coat, but suddenly it didn’t seem like enough. Steve had stayed with him through a lot, and sure they both had issues to work through, but Billy knew he came with way more baggage than someone should have to put up with.

Against all odds, and what Billy would consider to be common sense, Steve loved him.

They’d spent the day together, and it was while the setting sun was glaring into their eyes while they watched TV, that Billy finally got his grand idea.

Much as he would have liked to spring it on Steve immediately, his idea would take time.

Fortunately, Billy was good at hiding things if he really needed to. It took him until almost their second anniversary to finally have everything ready and Steve was none the wiser.

“DISNEYLAND??” Steve screeched when Billy presented him with the brochure.

“Soon as you can get time off from,” Steve tackled Billy back on the couch before he could finish his sentence.

Billy had never been to Disneyland as a child. But before his biological mom died, they had passed through Anaheim. He had seen just a little bit as they passed on I-5, but that was the extent of it.

He never thought he would be strolling through the gates of the magical kingdom with a boyfriend of almost two years on his arm.

“Oh my god, it’s Donald!” The only thing that kept Steve from bouncing out of his shoes was Billy’s hand. “That’s Donald Duck, Billy, Billy, look!”

Billy could see, Donald Duck was about twenty feet away. But the actor was a professional, and didn’t seem at all phased that an adult man was screaming at him. He opened his arms and Steve dashed into the hug.

“Steve, there’s more to see,” Billy said after allowing an appropriate amount of freakout-time.

“I live here now.”

Billy pulled Steve away from Donald with an apologetic grimace. “Steve, there’s a million other people who want to meet Donald.”

“Rude,” Steve whined, but he went right back to squeezing Billy’s hand. “I want to get ears.”

“You don’t want to hit the rides first.”

“Billy,” Steve stopped to look at him seriously; the effect was ruined by the Mickey Mouse Club shirt that Steve insisted on wearing. “You aren’t really experiencing Disneyland if you aren’t wearing mouse ears.”

“You can wear the ears,” Billy let himself be dragged. Steve was very adept at rushing through the crowd. “I’m not wearing ears.”

“Oh you’ll wear them,” Steve sang.

Steve had been to Disneyland four times. Billy knew that when he had to contact Steve’s parents for help booking a hotel room. They told him Steve was an adult and didn’t need to go to Disneyland, even as they provided their AAA information.

It didn’t matter if Steve had already been, what mattered was that this time, he was there with Billy. He was making magical memories with Billy.

Billy still refused to wear the ears, Steve had smooshed his over his fluffy hair and grinned broadly.

“Am I handsome?”

He looked like a product placement and Billy couldn’t help but laugh. “Can we find a rollercoaster yet?”

“Let’s go on the Matterhorn,” Steve took out his map of the park and started scanning it. “We should at least wait until the afternoon before we go on anything that’ll fuck with your stomach.”

“I’d rather only puke bile,” Billy pointed out.

“Don’t be gross,” Steve poked Billy’s stomach before it turned into a hug. He cuddled into Billy’s shoulder, crushing the map between them and hitting Billy with the mouse ears. “Did I say thank you for this?”

“You don’t have to.” If anything, Billy wanted to spend the rest of his life thanking Steve for being there.

Steve leaned back, smiling at him. Then his eyes caught something over Billy’s shoulder and he shouted, “GOOFY!”

Billy’s legs were almost numb by the time Mickey’s second Soundsational Parade started. He was certain Steve had jumped on more Disney characters than Billy had even heard of, and they spent more time in line but on actual rides. The only thing he’d eaten was a hot dog and half a funnel cake, but it was worth it.

They were sitting down in New Orleans Square, staring out at the water. Steve was pressed up against his side and the rest of the bench was taken up by his bags of merchandise.

“Two and a half weeks,” Steve said. He sat up and started digging through the fanny pack Billy had begged him not to wear. “This almost lined up with our second anniversary.”

“Yeah,” Billy leaned his head back, looking up at the slowly darkening sky. It would have been a hell of an anniversary present if he wanted to think of it that way. He just wanted something big to give Steve. “I thought it would be more surprising this way.”

“It was definitely surprising,” Steve drawled. “I almost didn’t have enough time for the sizing.”

Steve shifted off the bench and Billy frowned down at him. “What are you doing?”

“Guess,” Steve was kneeling, he was holding up a small box, he looked over.

“Holy shit,” Billy’s voice broke.

“Yeah.” It was a simple golden band, but it gleamed in the light against the black velvet of the box. “So, uh,” Steve raised his eyebrows. “Mawwiage.”

Billy snorted and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him back onto the bench. “You’re crazy,” he said, like he wasn’t the one laughing like a maniac. Fortunately, Steve knew him, so he took out the ring and slid it into Billy’s finger.

“Holy shit,” Billy repeated.

“Holy shit, it’s Mickey and Minnie,” Steve hissed.

Sure enough, the two actors had noticed the scene and were happily applauding them.

#harringrove #dont ask what year this is set in #i was vague on some things #too modern on other things #like #idk #listened to disney playlist for writing #THANK YOU! #yall remember Brandy Cinderella? #that movie fucks #christ the soundtrack includes some dialogue #I'm dying #this is how a bitch dies #c0bblenygma #mp answers