#i DO think he maybe has a soft spot for the neighborhood strays

[milkistay]

this, for now — bc

synopsis. after 12 years, you reunite with your childhood best friend, chan, who comes back home from his idol life in korea.

pairing. childhoodfriend!chan x gn!reader

format. imagine

word count. 1.5k

a/n. this could also be seen as platonic...i believe. there’s nothing explicitly romantic, just two very close old friends yearning for each other. kind of bittersweet, too. 

"do you remember when we'd go here after school?" 

it’s maybe a few minutes before sunset and you’re walking around your old childhood neighborhood with someone you never thought would see again this soon: chan, your old childhood friend. the streets are painted a strange tone of nostalgia; it’s like you’re walking through hazy memories, dream-like and familiar. sometimes, you’ll spot a house or a street corner that sends you back to your 13-year-old self so strongly, you feel as if you’ve shifted to the past. but then, you look to your left and you see chan, who has so obviously grown up, and you remember all the time that has passed.

he’s grown taller, of course, with broader shoulders and bigger arms. he’s lost most of his baby fat in his face—his jawline is much more apparent, as are all of the sharp angles in his features. you can almost barely recognize him. almost, because you don’t think you could ever forget the little things in chan’s appearance that make him who he is. he smiles and there's something about it that makes you ache—there’s your old best friend again, happy and smiley.

.

.

chan’s pointing to a convenience store up ahead when he asks his question. the storefront hasn't changed a bit——still displaying its ice cream cooler next to the front entrance, its 3-for-1 cough drop deal, and its blue and yellow ATM. you could find your way through the aisles in your sleep, despite the 12 years that have passed since the last time you and chan slipped in, exhausted after a long school day, and left with candy and soft drinks. sometimes, you'd spend the afternoon at the nearby park, the sun on your face and the grass under your thighs as you complained about your teachers and took turns trying to catch m&m's in your mouths. other times, you'd head straight to chan's house and play games in his living room, even staying for dinner. 

"of course, i remember," you tell him. “it hasn’t been that long.”

maybe 12 years isn’t that long. maybe it is. it feels long, that you know for sure. 

in those past 12 years, you've watched chan move to seoul and follow his dream of becoming an idol, growing more talented and more mature with each comeback photo and video that pops up on your social media. in between your busy days, you could only catch glimpses of his rapidly-evolving career and his sudden rise to stardom. with each stray kids photo you saw, the chan you knew so intimately appeared to turn more and more into a stranger. the boy from your childhood grew into a man and you weren't even there to see it.

but he returns to australia after all these years and he smiles at you and suddenly, he's the same 13-year-old who swore, pinky interlocked with yours, that he'd never stop being your best friend. he was chris again. 

and you tried. of course, you tried to keep in touch. he cried in your arms before he left for the airport and promised to call you every day. but being a trainee was busy and being an idol was busier and you had to grow up and move to college and find your own future too, so, after a while, his daily calls became weekly, then monthly, then a rarity. you learned more about his life through stray kids youtube videos than you did through his own words. and you were so happy for him, of course. but you missed him so fucking much. 

“do you remember all of our sleepovers?” you ask, praying he does. 

please remember us. please remember me. please tell me i still have a place in your life. 

he doesn’t even take a moment to think: “yes, yes i do.” he’s grinning now. “we’d basically live out of each other’s houses for a week, just: school, your house, games, dinner, sleep, wake up, school, my house, listen to music, dinner, sleep. god, that was fun.”

“remember hannah would always say—”

“that you were basically her other sibling?” chan finishes with a laugh. “yeah, i think she saw you and me together more than she saw just me alone sometimes.”

you laugh with him. “she said she couldn’t imagine anything pulling us apart.”

“yeah,” chan concedes. “i couldn’t imagine anything either.”

the both of you fall into a sudden silence that’s tinted with an awkwardness that would’ve never existed when you were both 13 and inseparable. it’s a silence of grief, mourning the past determination to stay best friends forever and never leave each other’s sides. during those sleepovers, you’d brainstorm the rest of your lives together—how you’d live in the same dorm in college, then get an apartment together, adopt a dog, and grow up side-by-side. 

was it foolish that you believed in it? was it always just wishful thinking? over those years spent apart, you’d ponder what could’ve been—what your life would look like if chan never moved. it was always bittersweet and you found yourself longing too much so you decided to stop. there’s no point in thinking about what could’ve been—it isn’t, so just focus on what is. and ‘what is’ is a life where chan lives across the ocean and you’re creating your own separate worlds. the too-harsh reality.

"god, you have no idea how much i missed this," chan admits with a sigh, looking up to the sky that was slowly turning shades of pink and orange. 

you offer a chuckle. “yeah, it’s nice to be home, i guess.”

"no, no," he begins. "well, yes—i missed my family like crazy, like you wouldn’t believe—but i’m talking about this." he gestures to the both of you. "us. i missed us."

"oh.” somehow, you weren’t expecting that. “well, someone moved away," you say with feigned accusation. 

he lets out a laugh. "i did, didn't i?” he thinks for a moment. “i don't regret it. i love my boys, i love our fans, i love what we're doing. i just…i miss you,” he says, plain and simple. “and i wish there was some way that i could've had it all. you're the one thing that's missing from my life.”

during the times you pondered what could’ve been, you always came to the conclusion that you were the only one thinking about it, that chan had forgotten you. it hurt a bit, but you thought it was the best way to see it if you wanted to move on from the past. 

but this—you're the one thing that's missing from my life. fuck. you didn’t even realize how much you had been aching to hear that chan still thinks about you. fuck, how can you move on?

"i wish you could've had it all, too. i miss you. so fucking much.”

he sighs. "and there's no way for you to somehow have the urge to relocate to seoul?"

you laugh. "i want to, believe me when i say that. but..."

he nods. "but."

"i have a life, too, you know. a job. friends. i can't just leave."

"i know, i know. i just—"

"me too." you offer a sad smile. "me too."

the sky turns pinker as the sun sets. the neighborhood grows dimmer. 

“so what now?” chan asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you, you miss me, what are we supposed to do now?”

“is there anything we can do?” from the way his expression falls, you can tell he was hoping for a more optimistic answer. “we’ve spent so long cultivating these lives exclusive of each other, is there any way to weave one another into them?”

“you could move to seoul…”

“i can’t.”

“i could move back—”

“you won’t.”

“i could—”

“no, you couldn’t. and you won’t. i know you won’t and you know i won’t let you.”

“i know.” he sighs. “i know.”

“i think this is all we can have.”

“this?”

“this—you and me, coincidentally back home at the same time for a few days, reminiscing for a bit, then parting ways again.”

he nods, reluctantly agreeing because it’s true, as unfortunate as it is. “for now,” he adds optimistically. “maybe, one day, we can figure it out.”

“maybe,” you say, not thinking you’d believe it. but as you say it, maybe foolishly, you find a little hope. 

“i’ll take it. i’ll take what i can have. i’ll have this, for now.”

he offers a smile and who are you to not give him one back?

#bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #bang chan reaction #bang chan headcanons #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #chan x reader #gn!reader #skz x gn!reader #bang chan x gn!reader #skz chan x reader #childhood friend #childhood friend skz #childhood friend bang chan #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines

[strikereurekastits]

𝐂𝐃𝐑. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Note: This is a reupload, my old account being fucky so here we are again!

— Phillip is from Nashville, Tennessee (Bellevue Neighborhood). I do think he moved around a bit because I can see him coming from a family where military service was very common for the men of the family so he also lived in Texas, Kentucky, Louisiana, North Carolina and Georgia. He seems like the kid that just moved around a lot. — His birthday is June 1st, 1985 — He gives me Gemini vibes — His personality type is ESTP-A — He's a bisexual. — Grew up higher middle class

— He's either Russell Adler's son or related to him, they look pretty similar so like yeah they are probably family. If so related on his paternal side of the family — Phillip was not an only child and had two other siblings, one older and one younger then him. All boys too who have served as well — He wasn't a momma's boy or dad's boy, he was in fact Grandma's boy. He was really close with his grandmother and it's where he learned how to cook. He spent a lot of time with his grandparents and he was their favorite. — In comparison to everyone else I think Graves is about 5'9 or maybe 5'10, him and Soap look to be similar height when we see them together so I lean more 5'10 — Graves definitely has a couple of tattoos, I'm not totally sure what yet but at least placement I feel like his upper arms. He's a business man so he knows having to maintain professionalism with work — He doesn't seem like he played football growing but actually baseball and also on the swim team as well — Graves has ridden horses before, often when he was staying at his grandparents property when he was younger but after enlisting he hasn't been back in the saddle but he knows how to ride — He does in fact own several cowboy hats and probably had one that is themed to Shadow Company too — Graves enlisted in the Marines when he was seventeen and I think in the process went to school and was a business major — He's a truck guy but in a practical sense. He's got two of them, he's got his pretty one and then the one that's actually used for what a truck is used for. The pretty one is the work truck which is a 2017 black chevy Silverado. His other truck is well kept 1979 Chevy Silverado.

— He's a car guy, I think he loved working on them and that's his main hobby. He loves doing the restoration process and takes great pride in what he does. His house has a large garage solely so he can be doing that. — He definitely is into motorcycles but I can see him being more into the sports ones. I think he grew up having a dirt bike at some point and that love for them as also stayed through out his life. He's got a black YAMAHA YZF R6 that he usually drives during the late spring, summer and into late fall. — He's animal guy™. I feel like he if he was around more often then not he'd have plenty of them. He's the type to bring home strays or show up back with a new puppy in tow. He's got a soft spot for them and loves them. He'd probably own a thoroughbred gelding named Ace at some point in his life too. — Graves isn't exactly a lightweight when it comes to drinking but he's also not kicking back shots getting ten down and just barely feeling a buzz. He drinks, not frequently but can handle his liquor decently well. He'd a whiskey and bourbon guy. — Graves and Oz are close, it's why he trusted Oz to take over. I feel like Oz is probably the closest Graves has gotten to having a best friend. He's made friends but he never had a best friend but he finds that in Oz. They are practically brothers. — He's not exactly superstitious but I do feel like he holds someone the Appalachian superstitious do to his grandmother and grandfather on both sides holding them but he's mostly a skeptic on stuff. — He's agnostic from a family of Christians, his family aren't God fearing people and taught their boys to respect others and who they are. He stopped stepping into a church when he was about fourteen. — There's never an explanation to the scar on his cheek and the clip in his ear but I think it was extremely close call when he was Marine Raider with a sniper. If he had just been moved over a little bit more or didn't move, he wouldn't have been there. He thinks a lot about it when he looks at it. It's a reminder of where he had been and how far he's come. — Graves still wears his old dog tags plus the ones that get issued to Shadow Company soldiers. He takes pride in the ones from the Marines and holds them close to his heart. He always wears them or has them on his person when he's on missions. He was a marine and he's always going to be a marine. — He's an occasionally smoker, I don't think it's frequent but he does occasionally smoke especially if he gets insanely stressed out but he probably curbs a lot of it with vaping. He's perfectly is Marlboro Blacks or American Spirits Black. — While he hasn't lived really the country life before, I do think he does own a home out in Tennessee and a property in Wyoming that's out there in the country. He may not have been raised in it, Graves falls into the hard working lifestyle that comes from the country and one day hoped to retire to it with a family of his own too. — Graves has had relationships here and there over the years, plenty of flings and hookups but nothing that's probably lasted then about year and half. I think he's a loyal guy, he wants something genuine and connection. I don't think he's a cheater, once he settles on someone he's a ride or die kind of guy.

#phillip graves #philip graves #graves cod #graves m #graves mw2 #graves mw3 #shadow company #phillip graves x reader

[magicalink]

Catboys in the house!

Definitely not me brainrotting all day long about living in modern Inazuma AU with my top husbandos as cat boys who one by one joined the household...

...ok maybe a bit. Been thinking about this all day so now that I'm finally out of uni ima sit down and write it and maybe post it.

Contains: f!reader x catboy Venti, modern AU, romance, fluff, all in all plot and the smut comes after the NSFW banner, use of alcohol but it's not drunk sex, I swear Venti has a normal dick in this story

Shoutout to @stygianoir who supported me through the whole process of writing this!

Venti

Venti was the first cat boy you met in your life. But in the beginning, you had no idea that he was one!

You met him in his human form and had a crush on him. He was a mysterious guy, you didn't know what he did for a living or where he lived. You always tried to get to know him more but he always giggled and skillfully evaded your questions.

One day you invited him to your house for dinner and when you were sitting at the table he told you he wanted to ask you a question. You got your hopes up thinking maybe he was gonna ask you to be his girlfriend but he asked something weird instead.

He asked you if you would ever adopt a cat.

You were weirded out by such an out-of-context question but you answered anyway. He didn't like the answer though.

You said you didn't want to have any pets.

"You don't like catsss??" he pouted with his teary puppy eyes.

You started stammering, captivated by his charms, and clarified. You did like cats and other pets but you didn't like the part of taking care of them, so that was why if he was about to offer you a cat in adoption you would have to say no.

"I see, I see" he said, scratching his chin, replacing his pout with a mischievous grin. What was he scheming? You didn't know. The dinner ended shortly after and he left your home kissing you only on the cheek. You were disappointed, and hella thirsty for him.

After that, he disappeared for a long time. Wasn't out of character of him, though. He had always been hard to find, so you didn't give much thought to it. You only had to wait until he decided to drop by your neighborhood or your usual hanging out spots like he always did. So you focused on your work.

That week, like Venti was some sort of wizard who predicted the future, a stray cat appeared in your neighborhood. At first, you thought he left it there, but you had no evidence to prove it.

You felt bad for it so you left a little bowl of water outside your door for it.

"But I'm not gonna give you food, ok? You have to find a home and leave!" you told the kitty. Damn, now you were talking to animals like your mom used to do when you were little. You couldn't help it, you like animals too much, especially cats. But you won't budge! Cats need special food and a litter box and toys, and that costs a lot of money! And the tiny house you could afford didn't have much space. The backyard was way too small for pets too.

"Don't you understaaaand?" you cried one day when the cat marked you by rubbing his head against your feet, just like he did every day when you got home from work "I can't adopt you!" you said, more desperate to convince yourself than the kitty while you tried to dodge him to get to open the door.

"Nya!" the kitty exclaimed, rolling onto his back to show you his tummy. So cute!

He was a black and white kitty with green eyes.

You couldn't help but crouch to caress his soft stomach. It was so fluffy!

But it was a trap!

He took advantage of your position to jump and slip into your house!

"YOU'RE SUCH A RASCAL!!" you screamed, stepping up to storm inside your invaded territory, looking for him. He was already laying on the couch like he was the king of the house!

You towered in front of him with a somber face, arms crossed over your chest.

"What do you think you're doing, little flea bag?" you scolded.

"Nya?" he tried to convince you by doing cutie things and showing you his tummy again. But soon he was kicking his little paws when you lifted him in the air, holding him with your hands under his front paws.

"You're just like a friend I have..." you said under your breath "Out you go!" you added, leaving him out and making sure he wouldn't slip between your legs back in "And don't pull any more tricks on me or I won't give you more water!" and you closed the door.

But he never left. Every time you thought he had finally left the neighborhood, he appeared back at your doorstep, especially when you got back from work. He greeted you with nyas and rubbed his head against your feet.

One week you were particularly down because you hadn't seen Venti in a long while. He had never disappeared for so long before! You missed him. And the kitty was so mischievous that it reminded you of him. So you got out to play with him and caress him. Before you knew it, you were pouring milk instead of water into his bowl.

And he adored it! He drank lots and lots of milk!

"Hey, easy, boy, milk's not good for adult cats, you can't drink that much!" you said patting his head "I'm not gonna give you any more for a while"

He protested in his cat language and tried to get more by rubbing his head against your legs more.

"Damn you really do remind me of him..." you sighed, giggling, and crouched to pet him.

Again he took advantage of this to knock the milk carton off your hand with his head to keep drinking.

"VENTI!" you scolded without thinking.

The cat froze instantly, the fur of his whole body standing and his ears pressed to his head. He arched his back, scared.

"Sorry kitty" you said, covering your mouth and lowering your voice "You misbehave a lot, but I didn't mean to yell you" you gently patted his head. He hesitated for a minute but let you pet him.

But suddenly you picked up the carton of milk and walked back to your doorstep, without even saying goodbye, abandoning him outside.

"Dang I can't believe I just called a cat by his name...I'm beyond fucked" you cursed under your breath, closing the door and laying on it to try and compose yourself. You had thought you just had a crush on Venti, not that you were head over heels for him! This was bad.

You couldn't see it because you were inside, but the cat rolled onto his back happily a couple of times before disappearing from your neighborhood.

You decided to go to sleep early because of how battered you felt. Falling for Venti was bad. He was a mysterious and erratic man, always disappearing and never telling where he was. Like a stray cat! You thought that if he had liked you back, he would have taken one of the million hints you had thrown at him.

You sighed, thinking back it really looked like you were throwing yourself at him. At this point, you were probably embarrassing yourself, especially that night when you invited him for dinner and he left with a kiss on the cheek. You hoped he didn't realize the disappointment in your eyes.

You thought it was time to forget about him and move on. It was very difficult because you were constantly thinking about him, even at work! But you decided to do your best, and so you told your friend kitty one day when he appeared by your kitchen window, meowing for milk.

You opened the window and let him in, pouring some milk into a bowl and placing it on the counter for him to drink. He drank and was soon purring and letting you pet his head and stomach. He noticed you were a little down and tried to cheer you up by rubbing his nose against your arm.

"You know, little friend..." you sighed "The reason why I'm sad is that I have another friend. I mean, a human friend. I haven't seen him in a while...I miss him..." you added sadly, his fuzzy head giving you a bit of comfort "I wanted to be more than friends with him, but he doesn't like me back. So I've decided to forget bout him for good!" you exclaimed suddenly.

The kitty choked on his milk and started to shake his tail desperately from side to side.

"What happened, buddy? Got a furball on your throat?" you said worriedly. You kept caressing him to try and make him feel better, but he kept meowing furiously.

"Great, now I'm talking to a cat 24/7" you thought "I must have finally become completely crazy" you sighed again.

That day it was impossible to get the kitty out of your house. You tried lifting him up, but he hissed and gave you a little scratch. So you gave up and let him stay for the night.

"It'll be only for today because I don't know what's gotten into you, so don't get your hopes up!" you assured. He purred happily as if he understood your words and pounced directly to your bedroom "Ohhh don't even think about it!" you said, closing the door in front of his nose "Sleep on the couch, and there will be consequences if you lay a single scratch on it!" he hissed on the other side but you didn't open the door.

The next morning, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmph" you said under your breath "I should have totally named him Venti. They are completely alike"

You made yourself breakfast and then left for work.

You were determined to continue with your life but that very same week the real Venti decided to reappear. He "coincidentally" bumped into you when you were getting out from work. Like always.

He looked at you with a smile wide from ear to ear. You tried to not pay much attention to him.

"Venti. Sup? Long time no see" you murmured, avoiding eye contact and pretending you weren't happy to see him, trying to ignore the pathetic thumping of your heart.

"It really has been a long time, Y/N!" He exclaimed still smiling, walking around you to meet your gaze "I've been sooo busy lately I couldn't drop by! It was sooo boring not being able to talk with you!" He insisted with a giggle.

You looked up at him hesitantly.

"Hum, really?" You murmured, not trusting him one bit.

"Yeah! I relized I was so dumb I didn't even ask you your phone number!" He said while pulling out his phone.

You stared at him half-heartedly, with wide eyes. You really hoped you weren't flushing. Your friends had warned you multiple times about this type of men! Disappearing just to make you desperate for them and then "casually" dropping by to ensure you don't forget about them and keep you hooked! You mustn't give in so easily, you had to resist!

"Oh...I...didn't realize" you were able to lie. A layer of sheer sweat formed on your forehead. It required all the strength in your body to keep your hands from pulling out your phone. You weren't gonna give him your number! No way!

"Really? That wounds me" he said with his usual cheeky smile "But here's mine" he said, putting the screen of his phone right in front of your face to make sure you saw it.

Well, that changed the game a bit. If he was willing to give you his you thought it wasn't that bad if...you slowly pulled your phone out of your pocket and he interrupted your train of thought by snatching it from your hand, quick as a cat. Sadly, you had already unlocked it.

"Venti!!" You protested, trying to get it back in vain.

"Wait, it'll just take a minute!" He giggled, keeping the phone out from your reach "Ready! I added myself!" He said upon returning it to you "Now send me something, so I can accept you!"

You let out a deep sigh. He was such a rascal!

"Hi" you typed to send him. Then you looked at how he added himself: Venti♡ with a little heart at the side. You knew by the warmth that you flushed violently up to your ears.

"There it is!" He exclaimed with another big smile "I added you too!" And he sent you a big "Hellooo" that instantly appeared on your screen.

How did he added you?? What name did he put in his contact list?? You were so desperate to know that you tried to take a good look at his screen but he was swift to evade you. Damn that was so suspicious!! You were afraid that he was just playing with you, so you did your best not to let your hopes get high, to pretend you didn't care about him!

"It was nice to see you, Venti" you said with a poorly drawn smile "I'll be heading home"

"So soon?" He pouted "We haven't seen each other in a while...so I thought we could hang out...I mean, it's Friday..."

You were already walking away.

"It's Friday and I've been working a lot the whole week, I'm really tired" you sentenced.

He realized the situation was extreme so he had to go all out. So he gulped down and dropped the secret weapon:

"Oh, c'me on. I wanted to take you out on a daaate, I promise it'll be a quiet place so you can recharge your energies...pretty please?" He said with puppy dog eyes.

Your breath hitched. Did he just say...

A DATE??

You did your best to calm your breathing and hide that you were beyond excited. You looked at him with squinted eyes. Where was the trap this time??

"Hmmm..."

"C'me on, Y/N..." he said with an apologetic smile, picking up your hand and lifting it up to his lips "I promise it'll be short. Then I'll escort you to your home" and gently grasped your skin with his silky lips.

Your eyes got wide open and he thought they looked beautiful because of how bright they lit. You blinked a couple of times silently, in disbelief. That subtle touch had made your whole body melt and a wave of electricity get up your spine. You tried your best to hide it, pressing your toes strongly to contain the emotion.

"Well...I guess...We could hang out for a little while..." you murmured, looking away, your mouth dry from the nervousness.

"Yay!" He celebrated, pulling from your sweaty hand to take you downstreet with him.

He dragged you for several blocks until reaching the big Narukami Park. There he lowered his pace and placed his hand on your back.

"The scenery here is beautiful and relaxing, see?" He insisted with a wide shining smile "We can rest here for a while"

"Okay..." you murmured shyly "I guess we can stay for a bit..."

The truth was that the park was indeed a relaxing location. The trees were in full blossom and there weren't many people around that day.

"We can sit on a bench and watch the sunset" he suggested, lifting his index finger "Look, there's a food stand over there! Do you want anything?"

"No, Venti, it's fine. I'm fine, let's go sit over there" you replied, holding your elbow with your opposite hand. You were still nervous and your rather uninterested attitude was making him really worried. Maybe it was too late! Maybe he had already lost you for good!

"C'me on, c'me on, Y/N" he insisted, pushing you towards the food stand. You didn't realize, but his smile looked rather frail "I'm getting a milkshake! You choose whatever you want, since I was the one who got away I'll invite you, choose anything you want!"

You gulped when you where right in front of the counter, intimidated. Venti was already ordering the most silky sweet, creamiest milkshake in the existence when you sighed and pulled out your wallet.

"T's okay, I'll get an icecream cone, but don't bother paying, it's embarrassing" you said, hoping your cheeks weren't too flushed.

"That's no good, Y/N, no fair, I wanna do it, really!" He pouted.

"You-don't-have-to!" You pouted back, extending some money to the vendor. Venti pulled your hand down.

"But-I-want-to!" He protested, inflating his cheeks.

"It's embarrassinggg!" You complained.

"Just this time!" He exclaimed, giving the money to the vendor who didn't bat an eye because he was extremely used to taking the cringy shit of the couples at the park "For me?" He said with the puppy eyes when putting the cone in front of your nose.

You sighed with resignation, finally accepting it.

Then he pulled from your arm to make you sit with him in one of the beautiful black iron benches under the purple trees.

You relaxed upon sitting, finally paying attention the the breathtaking scenery. At least for a minute, your senses took over your mind.

The lilac leaves were swayed by the breeze and silky petals fell from the treetops. The sweet smell of the ice cream mixed with the one of the flowers. The birds were chirping sleepy sounds for calling each other to their nests to sleep. You let out all the air you where holding in your lungs while Venti was embarrassing you.

You were in complete serenity until the obnoxious sound of him slurping his milkshake shattered the peace to pieces.

You huffed through your nose.

"It wasn't necessary" you repeated, looking at the cone rather embarrasedly.

"Humm, stop mentioning it!" He complained with his mouth stuffed. The saccharine smell of whatever he was swallowing was disgusting.

"What do you do for a living?" You asked out of the blue, still lost in thought.

Venti choked on his smoothie and had to punch himself in the chest several times to avoid dying.

"Sorry!" You exclaimed, retrieving your gaze from the sky to look at him and help him, patting his back.

His eyes were disorbited and your cheeks turned a bright red when you realized what you just had said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was very rude!" You started apologizing frantically "I d-didn't mean...I just didn't want you to waste money on me!" You tried to explain.

Venti did his best to compose himself, fixing his clothes, and then let out a little chuckle.

"Nothing it's a waste if it's for someone like you" he said with a charming smile. You rolled your eyes and averted your gaze as if you weren't flushing like a tomato and your heart wasn't thumping.

"I'm a musician" he added to break the sudden tension.

"Oh" was the only thing you could utter "I...see"

"Want me to play you a tune?" He asked, putting the milkshake asside to rummage in his satchel.

"Sure" you answered, leaning towards him with interest, starting to relax again.

He pulled out a mandolin and started playing.

You didn't know which song it was. But for you, it was the most beautiful you had ever heard.

The moment was perfect. The flowers, the trees, the wind, the delicate melody his graceful hands were pulling from the strings, his sweet voice dancing through your ears. His silky soft braids swaying with the breeze.

You looked at him spellbound, immobile until he broke the music with an even more delightful sound: his laughter.

"Y/N" he murmured sweetly "Are you going to eat the ice cream or not?" He asked giggling, making you realize how bad it was melting, about to drop on your clothes.

You hurried to lick it all over to prevent it from staining you, embarrassed while he laughed at you.

"I did-didn't relize!" You stuttered, looking up back at him when you thought you were safe.

But you weren't.

Because he lifted up a naughty finger to daintly wipe some ice cream off the corner of your lips.

You gasped, shooting a surprised gaze at him.

He locked eyes with you, but his were serene, framed by his rosy cheeks that were raised in a warm smile.

"Venti!!" Was all you could say to scold him, giving him your back to hide your flushing.

"Ehe!" He chuckled.

The conversation kinda died down after that, but he sat closer to you and you didn't flinch. You enjoyed each other's company in silence.

You watched the sunset together.

When the sun was finally down, he said it was rather chilly and he didn't want you to catch a cold, so he said he would take you to your house.

On the walk home, you pondered heavily in what to do. You were head over heels for him, it was impossible to deny. And today he was making clear advances towards you. But should you trust him?

He had never been like this before. He seemed to be blind to all your signals in the past. You had thought he wasn't interested in you. Plus, he was the kind of guy to just dissappear and reappear out of nowhere constantly. What if he was just playing with your feelings? What if he just left you right after you opened your heart to him? That would be so hard to endure!

But...

You grapled the hem of your jacket with your fist.

You didn't want to waste this opportunity either. What if he was sincere? What if there was a chance, no matter how small and futile, of you being with him?

That made your heart throb harder than any rollercoaster could.

You really did want to give him a chance.

So you decided to stop acting so distant and take the risk.

"Soo, we're finally here!" Venti exclaimed upon arriving to your doorstep "As promised" he said with a wide smile.

He hoped for you to return it, but he found a sad expression on your face. That got him worried.

"I don't want it to end" you murmured shyly, way too low for him to hear.

"Sorry, what did you say? Y/N? Can you repeat?" He pleaded, starting to get scared. Did he do something to upset you??

You swallowed heavily, thanking he didn't hear you sounding like a little child who had to leave the amusement park. You cleared your throat.

"How about you stay for dinner?" You said, trying your best to sound like a mature adult who had her shit together.

Venti's eyes lit up like a birthday cake candle and in an instant all of his fear was replaced with mischief.

"I thought you said you were tired..." he teased with a cheeky smile.

You huffed. Yeah he didn't deserve the chance!

"You're right, I should go to sleep" you grunted, sticking your keys in the keyhole to try an open the door.

"Kidding, kidding, I was kidding!" He begged between laughs and cries "I was just worried for you, didn't want you to make effort cooking for me!" He said pouting, joining his hands in a little plea.

"Hmmm" you squinted your eyes at him. He gave you the puppy eyes like always. You sighed "We could buy something at the convenience store a few blocks from here" you sentenced, pointing with your thumb in its direction.

"Great idea!" He cheered, grabbing your hand to drag you there with him. You loved when he did that. His hands were so warm and soft.

So to the convenience store you went, bringing back a bunch of onigiris for dinner. You learned that Venti really liked fish, especially tuna, which was the filling of the majority of the onigiris he chose for himself. Also he liked alcohol, and offered to pay for it if you let him choose his favorite beer for you to taste it.

"Make yourself comfortable" you said upon entering your house, taking your shoes off "The kitchen is over the.." you started saying, but Venti was already setting the table.

"What? I've been here before. You invited me for dinner before" he said too nervously to be in character.

"I know" you said, staring at him blankly. What had gotten into him? Who knew? "Oh" this time you interrupted yourself, going back to the door "I almost forget"

You grabbed the kitty's bowl from your porche and took it to the kitchen counter to fill it with water.

"Whatya doing?" Venti asked, munching on a tasty smelling tuna onigiri.

"Oh, I didn't have the chance to tell you" you said, retrieving the now full bowl to the porche "There's a stray cat in the neighborhood. Im leaving him water till he finds a new home"

"I see" he smiled, looking at you with his face rested on his knuckles "What is he like?"

"T's a cat" you shrugged, piercing him with your words as you walked to the table "I don't know, he kinda reminds me of you. Too bad he's not here for you to see him. I'll try calling him, maybe he'll come and you'll meet him" you said, pulling the milk carton from out of the fridge.

"D-don't worry, it's not necessary, ehe!" He exclaimed rather...nervously? Seriously what's up with him? So cheeky all day and now he's stammering?

"I thought maybe you could adopt him" you said, tapping the window ledge with the carton in hopes of calling the cat's attention.

"Why don't you adopt him, Y/N?" He asked.

"I told you, it's a lot of work and I'm not home enough time for a pet, I work a lot"

"What if it was a cat that didn't need much caring?" He pouted. You raised an eyebrow looking in his direction.

"Kitty!! Are you here tonight? I'll give you milk, c'mere, I know you love it!" You said through the open window "He's not coming, how strange"

"Don't worry, Y/N, he most probably is having fun around the neighborhood" Venti said, pulling from your arm to make you sit by the table "Come here eat, these onigiris are scrumptious!" He exclaimed, shoving one into your mouth.

"You're the one who is scrumptious, you and your delicious hands" you thought but obviously didn't say, while chewing.

You quickly forgot about the cat and started the dinner part of the date.

You ended up liking the beer Venti picked, so both the drink and the food was delicious. Not to mention the company.

And the conversation!

Dang you simply had too much fun with Venti. You could hear him talk for hours, no matter what senseless shit he was saying. It was something about the half animal hybrids the goverment was so annoying about on TV. You were nodding the whole time. Maybe you weren't paying complete attention to his words because you were staring at his lips... But eho could blame you? He was too charming! You wanted to hear him forever.

Forever??

You took a look at the clock in the wall and realized it was really late. But you didn't want him to go! Too bad for you, he followed your gaze and saw the time.

"Ooh, look at the time Y/N" he exclaimed "I'm sorry for entertaining you, you must be very tired..." he added, grabbing his hat and standing up to head towards the door.

You followed him with a sad face, look set on the floor. You had a sea of doubts, but nonetheless you dared to tug his sleeve.

He froze in place. Was it really happening?

"Stay..." you whispered shyly, a soft blush on your cheeks.

Dang it was happening! Venti turned to you with a happy birthday smile.

"Can I??" He asked excitedly, his eyes shining like stars.

"J-just...just for tonight" you said embarrasedly "It's late...and it's cold" was your poor excuse.

"You're so caring Y/N" he said, placing his hands on your shoulders, raising your body temperature pleasantly.

You looked up at him with a shy but fond smile that he corresponded. He tightened his embrace around you and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you" he said softly. You were fidgeting with your toes, lost in his eyes. Your face slowly started leaning towards his.

Then he decided it was time to seal the pact.

So with his heart beating intensely, he leaned down to kiss you.

And it was heaven to you. After so many months of agonizing wait! His lips were the softest, freshest thing you tasted. The man didn't know he had just broken a dam, but he began to understand when you started a full make out session.

That made him even more excited! He kissed back with passion.

And it was so wonderful! You thought your feet were floating in the air...No, wait, they were actually floating in the air! He had lifted you up!

And he was taking you...where was he taking you??

"Venti..." you gasped the little second your lips got separated "Where are we...?" You asked shyly but he slienced you with another kiss.

Then he stepped into the living room to lay you on the couch and hover over you while showering you with hungry kisses.

The tone of the kisses rose rapidly just like your body temperature. You panted in between his bites. You tried your best to enjoy the sight in front of you and save it in your memory–he looked gorgeous towering over your body like that, taking the lead as his sweaty locks covered his shiny eyes and his braids tickled your chest– but you were so embarrassed that you couldn't help but to avert your gaze from his and close your eyes from time to time, a bit overwhelmed.

"Y/N..." he whispered with a serious face, panting as he grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

You complied but as soon as you locked eyes your cheeks were painted red. You slowly raised your hands to tug his shirt, your lower lip quivering.

His curled in a naughty smile, taking a hand to were yours gripped his clothes. He started to unbutton the shirt slowly.

Dang that wasn't your intention. But you didn't complain. Little by little, the image of his soft and light chest unveiled in front of your eyes.

You let go of the hem of the shirt to shyly slip your fingers under it, caressing his warm and terse skin.

He loved how your eyes lit up when you did it.

He let out a chuckle and you chickened embarrasedly, but he again shut you up with a passionate kiss.

You hugged him tight against your face, one hand reaching his back under the shirt and the other tangled in his silky black hair. You started to love touching it. Caressing it, combing it with your fingers, just running them through it, sniffing its soft scent of flowers. It sent you in a dazzle.

"Venti..." you murmured against his ear.

He took his kisses down you jaw until reaching your neck, leaving small pecks until starting to nibble on it. You let out a little ashamed moan and that only fanned the fire further.

He let all his weight deliciously on you, his kisses starting to include naughty teeth.

Then you started to feel a bulge in his pants grazing your legs.

Your heartbeat raced and you felt a little wet downstairs.

You pulled from Venti to be able to kiss his face. His cheeks were warm and soft. They weren't as flushed as yours though. But they looked round like apples from how much he was smiling.

In between kisses, he humped a bit into you, and when he realized your legs spread by themselves when pressing his bulge against your jeans he rose his head to look down at you.

Both your gazes shone with expectation.

He saw the yes in your eyes and his lit up like stars, hurrying his hands to pull your pants off.

He had ome arm out of his shirt and was ready to snatch your sweater off your body when you struggled to say:

"Venti wait...!"

"Is something wrong?" He asked, scared by your sudden stop.

An awkward silence followed.

Your eyes shot in different directions and you fidgeted with your hands.

"You know..." you murmured.

He stared at you with a nervous smile. He didn't know.

You sighed with resignation and escaped from under his body, standing besides the couch.

Before he could start panicking because he thought you regretted the whole thing, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to your bedroom. When he realized where this was going he started panting from excitedness.

You opened a drawer in your wardrobe you haven't used in a long while. Your face red as a tomato, you nervously pulled out a condom and threw it in his direction.

He stretched his arms in a desperate try to catch it. He cheered victoriously when he succeded.

"Got it!" He exclaimed, waving it in his hand.

You gave him your back, covering your face with both your hands.

He giggled.

"Y/N? Don't tell me you're gonna shy out on me now. There's no need for you to be embarrased in front of me, y'know?" He whispered as he slowly approached you to place a hand on your shoulders.

You gulped. You really wanted this but couldn't help but to be flustered. He was always so bold and lighthearted!

"Sorry..." you muttered, eyes set on the floor.

"Okay, okay, I understand..." he smiled while kissing your neck delicately "I'll prove it to you. I'll show you all of my secrets so you know you don't have to be shy with me" he said.

You stared at him curiously and watched as he procceeded to throw all of his clothes to the floor withour shame.

"Venti!" You exclaimed, taking both hands to your head in shock. But what a pleasant shock. He was beautiful.

He gently picked up you hand to kiss it courtiously like always, with seductive eyes and a mischievous smile on his lips. Then he sat on your bed to pull from your hand, inciting you to sit with him.

"C'me on Y/N..." he pleaded with the puppy eyes, looking at you with the package of the condom in his mouth, careful not to rip it with his teeth "Pretty please?"

You were practically drooling at this point. You got rid of your sweater and your jeans clumsily and tossed them to the floor, remaining in only your undergarments.

You kneeled on the bed in front of him, observing him nervously.

He wrapped your waist with his arms and started caressing and grabbing everywhere he could.

"You're so needy" you panted a mock, laughing at his recklessness.

"How could I not, when I finally have you like this?" He whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps.

"I thought you didn't like me..." you lowly said, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Sorry for making you feel like that" he replied, caressing your head with one hand and your waist with the other "I just...needed to feel sure you really wanted me" he added with a nostalgic smile, his mind filled with memories of you.

"I thought I had humilliated myself throwing myself at you!" You protested, hiding your red face in the crook of his neck.

He giggled.

"Now I know I can trust you my secrets..." he said with a naughty smirk.

"What secrets?" You asket curiously. He had been saying that way too often.

"Oh, you wanna know?" He giggled.

"Of course I want!" You exclaimed.

"Okay then, let's...oh!" his skilled fingers unclasped your bra with a swift movement.

"Venti!" You whined, feeling the cold on your breasts when they sprang free. He emitted a weird pleased sound upon seeing them. Kind of like...a meow? Your gaze was clouded with shyness.

"Cute, so cute!" He exclaimed "Lemme touch and I'll show you everything!" He begged, his mouth wide open. You didn't pay much attention, but his fangs suddenly looked bigger.

"Okay" you said shyly, throwing back your shoulders to open to his touch.

It was weird because you weren't too used to be touched there, but soon you felt it was nice. His hands were soft and warm and started kneading in the fat of your breasts smoothly.

"Beautiful, you are soo beautiful" he chanted, starting to...purr?

He leaned to kiss you and you started making out again, this time you got more loose and the pawing was mutual. You enjoyed thoroughly being finally together, your hearts beating in unison as you explored every single part of each other's bodies.

"You smell so good..." Venti panted as your teeth clashed in a heated kiss. You let out a little moan and started humping against the bulge in his boxers, already as needy as him.

He dedicated you a sparkling smirk and everything that followed was just perfect.

He layed on his back and pulled you on top of him. You had no idea when or how did he put the condom on. Or when your panties had dissappeared. But it didn't matter, all that mattered was to take him whole as finally yours.

You spread your legs around his slender hips wide open and sat on top of his cock, sinking him in without any difficulty.

You let out a little embarrassed moan and he rejoiced. You hung on his shoulders for support as he started moving way faster than you expected. He had so much energy! It was hard to keep up with his pace, but you were so crazy for him that you followed close behind.

You had a crush on him for months. But you never expected him to have such wild lovemaking! It was amazing. The best banging of your life. He had you moaning his name lile never in your life. You enjoyed it so damn much you fell sound asleep upon finishing and slept through the whole night and morning. Good thing it was Saturday, because you didn’t wake up until 12 pm!

When you did, you lazily opened your heavy eyelids, light was seeping through the closed curtains. Your head pounded and your whole body was sore. You slowly sat on your bed and let out a huge yawn. You were a bit confused. Had everything been a dream? You started scanning the room. Impossible. There were clear signs that there had been another person in your room with you.

Then, where was Venti?

You felt a little pain sting in your chest when the thought of him having left crossed your mind.

He couldn’t be so mean, right? He said he really liked you. You walked to the bathroom and to the kitchen in hopes of finding him, but you had no luck. So you returned to your room with a sad and somber look on your face. 

“How could I be so dumb?” you thought, filled with anger. “I should have known better…”

You were about to cry when a loud shriek scared the shit out of you upon throwing yourself on the bed. You had landed on…a cat?!

You couldn’t believe your eyes when your old friend, the black and white cat appeared from under the covers, still lamenting because you had crushed him.

"Archons please, have mercy on my soul” was all you thought, quickly picking up your clothes to get dressed, taking a guilty look at the numerous empty cans of beer on the kitchen table. You were ready to turn yourself in at the police station.

But the kitten started meowing desperately, tugging at your sweater sleeve with his claws.

“Wait! Y/N! It’s me! Remember?” the cat exclaimed after coughing a bit, his feline jaw suddenly turning more human-like.

You stopped in your tracks and took a good look at him, skeptical.

The cat giggled and jumped onto the bed again. Then, in front of your eyes, his body started growing and changing. It wasn't a monstruous process. It looked rather graceful. But it was the weirdest thing you had seen in your life.

He grew arms and legs, his feline jaw turned into a human face and almost all of his fur disappeared. You witnessed him turn into Venti. Into a weird version of Venti you blurrily remembered from last night. All adorable, with black cat ears and a tail, long sharp fangs waving from the corners of his lips.

"So I wasn’t drunk!” you uttered, not sure if you were less or more confused.

He shook his head energetically.

"But you sure were passionate" he chuckled, rolling onto his back in your direction, his tail curling in the air.

You stayed mute for a couple of seconds.

Then you sat on the bed and rubbed your head with your hand. Venti raised his brows.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

You were confused.

You certainly weren't drunk last night. At least not on alcohol. But you were so drunk in love and infatuation that you hadn't paid any attention to the now obviously important things Venti had told you from the beginning of the night.

Your head was spinning, you kept rubbing your temple. You felt guilty.

"Y/N? Are you ok?" He asked, a bit worried, getting up to sit beside you. He held your hand against his cheek and started licking the top of your head with a half-human, half-cat tongue like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Venti..." you started, your breath a bit altered "About last night..." you had to admit his licks, although extremely weird, were comforting. But you couldn't enjoy them in this situation.

"We had our first time, remember?" He said playfully, sitting on your lap, still in his humanoid form "It was amazing, all lovey-dovey as I expected! But I didn't know you could be so wild!" He giggled, playing with your hair.

"I know, I know, I just...it's just....This is a bit too much. I mean, when you said you had a secret, I didn't think it was something so important" you stammered.

He looked visibly confused.

"With all the foreshadowing, I thought you could start to imagine it" he said, furrowing his brows, a bit uncomfortable.

You covered half your face with your hand, wiping some droplets of sweat.

"Why...why did you choose me to trust me your secret?" You whispered with a thread of voice.

"What do you mean, Y/N?" He asked, suddenly reincorporating on your lap "You...you told me you were on the hybrids side, that you thought the goverment was being unfair..." he murmured, starting to get worried.

"I feel so bad right now" you said while wiping away the sweat "Now I realize how little attention I was paying to you the whole time"

Venti jumped from you lap to the ground, landing on both feet, and he ran towards the door.

"You're not going to turn me in, right Y/N??" He asked, terror written all over his face, ready to run to the kitchen and escape through the window.

"What?! No!" You exclaimed, extending your hand in his direction. You slapped yourself. You were acting like an idiot. Not only you were uncapable of reafing the situation last night but now you were scaring him "I'm so sorry Venti! It's just that...I've been so selfish and dumb..." you lamented, locking your desperate eyes with his.

"What do you mean?" He asked, still doubting if he should go back to you in bed or jump through the window over the kitchen counter "I don't understand you! I thought you were on my side!"

But he couldn't run away when he realized tears were forming on your eyes.

"I've been an idiot!" You exclaimed "When you said you had a secret I never thought you meant something serious, I thought you were playing! And, when you mentioned the government during dinner I thought you were making small talk and was just staring at your lips like an idiot! I just gave you an empty answer and...and...when we were in bed last night...all I cared was being with you and didn't even pay attention at the giant cat ears in top of your head!" You blurted out, leaving him in shock.

"Are you on our side or not?!" He exclaimed, his ears now sticked down to his head in fear.

"I never thought this was a real thing!" You said, and it was the truth. You had thought it was just another big hoax invented by Inazuma's government "I had never seen an hybrid before!"

His heart racing like the one of a cornered animal, Venti didn't think more about it and tried to run, not even caring about all his belonging staying in your house.

But you jumped towards him and, unbelievqbly, were able to catch his foot. He looked down at you in terror.

"I'm not gonna turn you in, Venti, I swear!" You finally broke down and cried.

He gulped, his sweat dropping onto your body on the floor. His hands were trembling. He was still scared, but he couldn't leave you like this. He couldn't bear to see you cry.

If he had trusted you the first time, when you weren't even paying attention, why wouldn't he trust you now, that you knew the thing was for real?

He slowly reached down to you, his fur on his tail stil standing, and he helped you sit on the edge of the bed. You surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him while crying.

"I'm sorry Venti, I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not gonna tell a soul! I thought everything was fake, but now that I know it's real I swear I'm on your side!" You exclaimed, hugging him as tight as possible "How can they be so cruel? You're people like everyone else!" You sobbed on the crook of his neck.

He slowly relaxed and started caressing your hair with one hand and your back with the other, trying to comfort you.

"Shh...don't cry..." he cooed.

"But I was so selfish, I didn't pay attention to a single thing you said" you lamented, looking up to him with glossy eyes.

"It's not your fault I'm so charming" he winked at you with a little smile.

He was able to pull a little giggle out of you.

"Well, this all explains why you were so wild last night..." you murmured as he wiped your last tears away with his thumb, paying close attention to the little marks he had littered across your body.

"Was I too rough?" He asked, brushing his fingers delicately over a hickey he had left on your neck. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head.

"What hurt are my limbs, I'm not used to such hustle..."

"Would you like to get used to it?" He proposed with a naughty smirk. Your eyes sparkled. But wyen you were about to squeal, another thoughr crossed your mind.

"Wait a minute!" You exclaimed, pushing him back with a hand in his chest "Show me again your kitten form!" You demanded.

"W-what for?" He asked with a nervous smile.

"Just show me! I want to check something"

He obeyed and with a graceful pirouette he turned back into a full cat. A black and white cat you knew all too well. Now that you were finally paying attention, you connected all the dots.

You stared at him skeptically for a minute.

"YOU RASCAL YOU WERE SPYING ON ME!!" You yelled, standing up and starting to throw clothes and pillows at him. He jumped and ran towards the kitchen.

"Aaah! Y/N! Forgive me!" He exclaimed when he managed to humanize his jaw while dodging your attacks "It was necessary!"

"That was a violation of privacy!!" You exclaimed, managing to land a pillow on his back.

"I needed to know if you were trustworthy!!" He excused himself, jumping onto the counter.

"I TOLD YOU I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU WITHOUT KNOWING IT WAS YOU!" you screamed, picking a water atomizing and aiming it at him.

"I needed to know if you really liked me!"

"I WAS PRACTICALLY THROWING MYSELF AT YOU AND YOU DISAPPEARED!"

"..." he ran out of excuses.

"YOU ONLY APPEARED BACK AFTER YOU HEARD I WANTED TO FORGET ABOUT YOU!" you shouted, pulling from the trigfer and spraying him with the water.

He hissed, all of his fur standing on end.

"Y/N please forgive me!" He exclaimed in between laughs.

"Now I understand why the government wants to catch you! You are dangerous!" You said, catching him by the scruff he started to kick his paws into the air "I could totally turn you in...but I know I will torture you better!" You joked, threathening him with the spray.

"Nooo pleaseee, Y/N, pleaseee, I'll take it as we're even now, pleaseeee!" He begged, aiming his huge kitten eyes at you.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it..." you smirked, leaving the spray on the counter to carry him with both arms like a baby. You left a little peck on his fuzzy head.

He looked up at you.

"C'me on, we were about to talk about something important" he said, tugging your sweater with his claw.

"I don't know, maybe I'll be the one playing hard to get now!" You said.

"Noo, come on, I said we are even now!" He pouted, but you shook your head, laughing "Okay, I will have to use my charms then!" He exclaimed, jumping from your arms to turn into a full human again, landing gracefully on both feet like a dancer, just like always. He gave you a seductive look.

"Would you have me as your boyfriend?" He whispered with half-lidded eyes, lifting one of your hands to his lips to kiss it.

You covered your mouth wirh your other hand, blushing. So this was getting serious!

"I'll have you, just as you are" you smiled sweetly "The whole of you" you added, gently patting his head. He understood and let out his cat ears and tail.

"Even if I'm wanted by the government?" He asked, his heart thumping hard in his chest and his eyes shining with emotion.

"Of course" you said, hugging him tightly "I will protect you with my life" you promised.

He tightened the hold around your body and lifted your feet a few centimeters in the air out of excitedness. Then you both giggled and shared a loving kiss, sealing this new pact between you two.

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Sooo...I sat down and started this on my last day of classes before my vacations and definitely didn't expect this to be so long! I just finished it today, two weeks later! My initial plan was to write a brief summary for each character but this ended up being a whole episode of how Venti entered our lives. And he's only the first of 5 catboys who are coming to revolutionize our home!

In the next episode: Xiao!

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Hey, I have an OC question! ^^ What are your OC's (Or at least- Poppy, Shiny, Terry, Henry, Ben and Moony's) favourite animals?

Oh I like this question! I'm gonna go ahead and do all of my OC's for this one ^^ starting with the WFRR OC's since there are so many of them XD

Poppy: Well, we know she's fond of insects, though I don't think they are recognized as animals? So I'd say she also likes ducks. Especially the ducklings (I blame that one convo we had. You know which one XD). When she goes to the park, she always brings a bag of duck friendly food for the birds- and she almost always gets a flock surrounding her 😂

Shiny Weasel: Hm... I'm gonna say it's a cross between ferrets and cats. She doesn't own any pets, but she thinks some of the strays in her neighborhood have adopted her for free food, and Shiny has grown a soft spot for them XD she'd love to get a ferret someday ^^

Terry Ratt T: Snakes. Not really an explanation, he just thinks they're cute, funky guys, "They don't have arms and legs. They do everythin' with their body. Move, eat... They're pretty funny like that."

Henry Foxworth: Hm... I'm gonna say he likes chickens. Not even because it's a fox thing, he genuinely likes them. I think he might have wanted to start a farm at some point in his life before he took scamming as a career path.

Moony Wolf: Ok hear me out... It's bunnies. Even before he started dating Poppy, he's liked rabbits. At first, it was just a part of his predator mindset. Rabbits = food = happy. And when he started working on himself, he felt guilt and felt like he had to make it up to the little critters somehow (Poppy specifically, but A. He didn't know where she was at the time, and B. He figured non-sentient rabbits could be like a practice run, or stepping stones toward the right direction). So he tried to volunteer at animal shelters around Toontown, and ironically got along best with the rabbits (and the dogs course). One adoption and a relationship with his former co-star later, and it's cemented in Moony's mind that rabbits are the best animal (he named his pet Bunny Cake btw)

Ben Cottontail: Hm... Hard to say in all honesty... I think he might like fish? Like maybe as a kid, Ben had a pet goldfish or something, so he's more familiar with fish.

Ok, onto my other OC's XD

Betty Locera: Dogs. And canines in general. Betty would be the best dog mom. She's already a more outdoorsy gal anyway! (*cough* @marshmallow-biscuit-blog Betty would fricken love Boyyo. Joe can dump the dog on her if he needs a dog sitter. Or just a break)

Detective Sketch: Pigeons. Pigeons have been a constant presence in Sketch's life. Watching them land on their windowsill in the orphanage. Seeing them flying around the city. Pigeons kind of bring a sense of childhood nostalgia to Sketch ^^

Prism: She can't pick just one. There are so many amazing animals in the night dimension, and even more that she's read about in the waking world. How can she choose!? Though I do imagine she has made friends with an eatier, a nightopian creature I invented, named Mercedes (I should post about Eatiers now that I think about it 🤔)

Well, I think that about covers it. Thank you so much for sending this in! I loved it ^^

#asks #my own OC's #Poppy #Shiny Weasel #Terry Ratt T. #Henry Foxworth #Moony Wolf #Ben Cottontail #wfrr #who framed roger rabbit #disney #Betty Locer #Detective Sketch #TCS #Ci: DDwtD #The Cuphead Show #Cuphead in: Don't Deal with the Devil #Prism #NiD #JoD #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #fantopian #OC tid-bits

[onebrainsel]

Since the dash is on a Billy + cats thing lately, here's my offering:

Billy can't have a cat because Neil won't let him. He circumvents this by feeding strays around the neighborhood.

He only does it when no one can see him, so word doesn't come back to Neil and he has an image to maintain right?

He does it reasonably away from his home so hopefully no cats will come around. But eventually, one of them follows him. He shoos the cat away, hates that he has to, but he does. It's what he has to do if he hopes he and the cat remain unscathed.

For the following days the cat follows him halfway home before going back to wherever it sleeps, but not before meowing and rubbing all of it's body on his ankles. Billy will sometimes scratch it's head and feel it purr.

They keep at it, one day the cat doesn't show up in it's usual spot. Billy is disappointed and a little worried, but goes home anyway. Later that night he hears meowing outside his room, peering out the window his sees the damn cat in all it's fluffy glory looking at him with one yellow and one blue eye. He sighs and makes sure to quietly sneak out, the cat rubs on his ankles again and Billy feels relieved to see it's okay.

"Came all this way for your food huh." He runs his hands through the cat's soft white fur, feels slightly compelled to count how many dark brown and light brown spots of fur there are amidst white. Decides against it and starts walking and beckoning the cat to come with.

He walks all the way to their usual spot, gives the cat food and wishes he could take it home with him. He longs for it, but much like all the other things in his life, he can only have it halfway.

He keeps up the routine, refraining himself on giving the cat a name and making this harder when he eventually he has to let go. It's silly, because it'll be hard anyway. By summer 1985 he tells his the cat how his day went. The cat also knew he had a massive crush on Steve Harrington, but the cat could know. It wouldn't tattle on him.

It's early July and Billy doesn't show up anymore. The cat spends days going to their usual spot and waiting, sometimes it'll go and meow on his window only to be met with silence.

When Billy finally shows up again he is smaller, limping, patched up and healing. But this time he doesn't come alone, Steve is by his side when the cat sprints towards Billy, and he sees Billy give the sweetest smile.

"You still waited for me. All this time."

The cat eventually meows and beckons Billy somewhere, he follows. He owed it that much. They learn the cat is actually a she, with a small litter of four tiny little kittens. Billy cries. He doesn't care that Steve is seeing, he feels... He doesn't exactly know what he feels. But somewhere he realizes the four adorable little kittens are there and alive because he made sure their mama was fed every night. Maybe it's stupid of him to give himself that much credit. But he just wanted to believe he mattered, even if it was just to a cat and her little kittens.

"She must adore you Bills. She literally dragged you to meet her kids." Steve says, crouching down by Billy's side.

"I guess."

"I can tell you're thinking, so speak."

Steve does that. He gives Billy space and a voice, and just like the cat, he makes Billy feel like he matters.

"I've been feeding her for over a year. Yet I can't give her a roof."

"You couldn't." Steve says like it's the answer to everything.

And... it is.

Neil is gone. Up and left while he was still in the hospital after one too many talks with government officials. Took his hush money, signed NDAs and left.

He left because Billy didn't matter to him.

He left and Billy could finally breathe, he just didn't know how.

"I could..." He let's himself think.

"You can." Steve says firmly.

"Do you really believe that?"

"I do." Steve holds Billy's face between his hands, the way he looks at him sometimes makes Billy want to run. It's too much.

"Let yourself be happy. After everything, you deserve this. Listen to me. You deserve this."

Billy says nothing, he just kisses him. Puts all of his gratitude and his love into it.

A few tiny meows break them out of their moment, both look at the little family of strays and Billy finally says.

"I'm taking them. I think... I think Susan and Max wouldn't mind."

Steve gives him a smile that warms him all the way into his heart.

"Does she have a name?" He asks.

"No, she was never mine to name."

"Time to change that, yeah?"

Billy nods, and Billy thinks. He thinks a little too much, but he finds something he feels is just right.

"Spring. Her name will be Spring." And on cue she meows, almost like she knew what they were talking.

"It's purr-fect Bills." Steve says with a shit eating grin.

"I'm breaking up with you."

They laugh like a bunch of stupid kids. But Steve's right, it is purr-fect. Spring is the beginning of new things, he got a second shot at life, his father was gone. He was going to take every halfway moment and make them complete.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #this was supposed to be just #billy feeds the neighborhood strays to cope #idk what happened #sel writes sometimes

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

*COugH* Why not make the Detective X Family for Akai a little ✨ angsty ✨ Imagine reader finding out both Haibara and Okiya's actual identities and feeling as if whatever lives they've lead so far has just been them getting used?

But on the other hand, imagine domestic life with both of them-

Considering Akai is an FBI agent and reader is an ex-assassin, working out and making breakfast together in the morning

+ with Haibara, since she has a soft spot for animals, imagine going for a walk around the neighborhood with her, feeding/petting the stray cats or visiting Taii at Poirot Café, having a teabreak together inside to chill from the hot day

Sorry I'm juz in brainrot mode now after you mentioned small scenarios 😭😭😭 Hope you don't mind me dropping this into your inbox haha ><

Yessss

Detective x Family

Akai x gn!reader

The Reveal

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: mention of murder, brief angst?

Note: I'm going to do a second part focusing just on the domestic aspect of them living together, after a complete reveal, so stay tuned for that 🥰 Maybe I'll even write out a part with a reveal between Reader and Akai as well

Note 2: I started with headcanons and then decided on writing a oneshot 😅

Wordcount: 982

It had been a while since you had last gotten a call from that number. It was noon and Ai was still in school. Subaru - no Okiya - was at work when the phone startes ringing. You sighed as you picked up.

"Thorn?"

You hummed, and the strange voice continued:

"It's been a while."

"You know I was on their list. I'd rather not get involved with that Organisation. And to be honest, I was thinking about quitting anyways."

"I understand. And this is only a small mission. Your final mission, if you'd like. Have you heard of the Agatha Christie train? It is a murder mystery dinner type."

"I believe my daughter has mentioned it before."

For a moment, there was silence on the line.

"Well...anyways, Nadamoto Keishin is the name of your target. Perpetrator of some unnamable deeds. He will be there. I will send the file to the library you work at, inside of the box of Young Adult fiction that will be delivered tomorrow. Make it quick."

"Of course, Sir." And with that you ended the call.

Okiya only returned when you were setting the dinner table. You smiled at him when he took the plates from your hands.

"Thank you."

He hummed, before turning to look at you.

"Something's on your mind."

Your eyes widened for a second.

"Am I that easy to read?" A breathy laugh escaped your lips.

Okiya chuckled, leaning back on the table. He opened his mouth, but Ai interrupted him:

"Thank god you're finally here. We've been waiting to eat."

Okiya turned his head to grin at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Thank you for cooking, (Y/N)," Ai told you, soft gaze on you.

You smiled as you sat down.

"Of course."

"So, what is on your mind, sweetheart?" Ai let out a groan.

"I won't be home on Saturday. I have to work until late."

Ai turned to you in surprise.

"What do you mean you have work on Saturday? We were going to that murder mystery dinner."

"Oh, you're right," you gasped, mentally slapping yourself for forgetting. "I'm sorry, angel."

Okiya chuckled.

"She even invited me. How could you forget that?"

Ai sent him a death glare, which he countered with an amused glint in his eyes.

"I wish you'd forget it," Ai hissed at him.

"Tough luck," Okiya whispered back, smirking at her.

"You're right. I'm sorry, it completely slipped my mind. Then I will ask to get my appointment rescheduled."

Ai's face lit up immediately.

"Thank god, I couldn't bear only going with him."

"That's no way to talk to your father, now, is it?" Okiya scolded, chuckling into his drink.

Even though going with your family wasn't ideal for your mission, this way, you didn't have to steal some poor civilian's tickets to the train. Especially since the lottery had long been conducted.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you walked into the train - arm in arm with your husband.

The dinner ended in a disaster. Your target was dead - at least - yet you had nothing to do with it. Even more surprised where you at those who found clues even before the police did. A friend of Ai's - Conan - whom you had met once or twice before. He was a clever little boy, though you believed Ai to be smarter - you did not see how you could be biased in that opinion. The other person was Okiya, and that was what ultimately struck fear in your heart. Many times already had you not left the crime scene before the police was there, yet, you recognised that look in your husbands eyes as one even you could not fool. And so, you stayed put, sitting where he had told you to stay, sweaty hands gripping your chair tight.

If Conan had the eyes of a detective, Okiya had the eyes of a sniper. You gasped at the realisation, hand coming up to rest at your forehead. Your husband was with you in seconds.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"

His voice should have soothed you, and maybe it did calm your breath, yet the pounding of your heart increased and your face was heated.

"It's alright, see, the body is long gone and it looks like Co - like they have found the culprit already. We'll be home soon."

He laid his hand on your cheek, and as he carressed your skin you could feel the bruises and callousness. There was no mistaking it. Yet, why would a sniper want a spouse if not to...

You tensed.

"Are you worried about Ai? She's with her friends over there, see?" You followed his outstretched finger to see Ai sitting a few rows away from you, next to Ayumi. Her serious gaze on you was unsettling.

That gaze was not the gaze of a child. And what sixth grader could solve a case with as much ease as Conan did? You briefly remembered the whispers you had heard that one time you nearly ventured too close to that Organisation. Traitors and enemies that had disappeared without a trace. Not many, but enough. Ai's gaze evolved into a knowing one. You gasped.

How much did those two know?

The way home was a tense one - though you slowly realised that Okiya did not share your unease. Overall, his worry for you seemed genuine - the warm hand on your thigh, fingers lightly carressing you in a soothing manner.

Ai stopped you on your way home. Gently, she tugged on your hand and you kneeled down to come face to face with her.

"He doesn't know. I had recognised you from an old file. I...I thought I'd be save from them with you around. Please don't leave."

Your eyes softened at her desperate voice and you patted her head, smiling at her.

"I won't leave you, angel. I could never."

#akai shuichi x reader #akai x reader #akai shuichi #subaru x reader #subaru #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #detective x family #detective conan #spy x family #cafe employee

[gallavich-headcanon]

Hmm, we can call this a post canon AU, lol.

I think Mickey is absolutely someone who often needs to square things in his own head before he commits. Sort of like when he came out, once he did it, he did it and fuck anyone who gives him shit about it even if he was still coming to terms with it. He says in canon that he likes things he can see and touch as opposed to imagination so I think he’s the type to turn stuff over in his head, consider all the angles he can think of, and once he feels solid enough about it, he plows forward.

So yeah, the idea of a trial run with Tony’s toddler is right up his alley, I think. He doesn’t wanna get Ian’s hopes up but he also doesn’t wanna make it a big deal or have to fucking talk about it so rent-a-kid it is. (I’m gonna call her Abigail. All the Milkovich kids’ names can be nicknames for saint names which I find super interesting as unexplored worldbuilding.)

Between Liam and Franny, Mickey’s probably got the most experience with kids Nicky and Tommy’s age so I def think he’d be pretty comfortable with them. I don’t remember us seeing a lot of Mickey caring for Yev until Yev was a bit older? There was Svet and Mandy around plus Mickey was dealing with Ian being sick for the initial time, iirc. So I could see Mickey being a lot more hesitant about an actual tiny, can’t hold their own head up baby. This would also help reconcile the difference between wedding day Mickey saying “plenty of strays running around the neighborhood” vs his reaction to Ian wanting the crib. Something along the lines of the difference between a kid big enough to be more of an independent being versus a baby totally dependent on you? Probably some childhood, too-small to fight back trauma to unpack there.

Also, shhhh, let’s pretend I didn’t fuck up and write Joey when I meant Jamie. The baby is Jamie’s and she’s barely a few months old, I think. I have a soft spot for Jamie since he helped with the Gallavich wedding and came real close to getting his ass beat by Terry for them. I think after what happened in the show, Mandy takes every precaution to avoid getting pregnant. Idk that I see her having kids really, but maybe. But the baby, who I’m gonna call Ruth bc 1, Ruthie is an adorable nickname and Ian would absolutely call her that, and 2, the Baby Ruth jokes write themselves and Mickey without a doubt gets so much joy over yelling “Yo, Baby Ruth!” across the parking lot when she’s in high school. He is 100% the dad who embarrasses his kids in good fun whenever he can.

Ian is a better person than I am-> Ian is just glad Mickey isn’t killing someone, stealing something, or in jail. His only thought as he knocked on the door (he left his keys since he was going through airport security) was ‘if he’s doing sketchy shit again, I’m handcuffing him to the radiator’ which yeah, has potential but not if Mickey goes back to prison. Kids, Ian can handle. Ian loves kids. Unless these kids are stolen. Wait a minute. Mick? Mickey, unlock the door. Damnit, Milkovich, get your ass out here and explain!

(Mick does explain and Ian does make the soft dopey face and they get to kiss for exactly two minutes before getting hit in the side of the head with a toy car that Nicky and Tommy each swear the other threw.) 🦖

Hello my dear 🦖 anon!

So yeah, the idea of a trial run with Tony’s toddler is right up his alley -> Yeah, I agree! He doesn’t wanna get Ian’s hopes up but he also doesn’t wanna make it a big deal or have to fucking talk about it so rent-a-kid it is. -> hahaha rent-a-kid! I do think Mickey got a lot better with talking about how he feels, so in my head the have been kinda talking about being open to taking a foster kid or something but just theoretically. I just don't like the idea of Mickey springing this on Ian completely out of nowhere, you know? I feel like if he feels like he's mature enough to take care of a kid, he would at least make it through a couple of conversations about kids...

I like the name Abigail! And Ruth! Side question- what last names do they get? I am an avid believer that Mickey will take Ian's last name, even without kids, (for many reasons) but this is your headcanon, my friend! So I'm wondering what's your headcanon?

I don’t remember us seeing a lot of Mickey caring for Yev until Yev was a bit older? -> yeah because s4 cuts with I&M moving in with Svetlana and Yevgeny in the middle of the winter (Yevgeny was also born in beginning of that winter I think), we blink and s5 is in the summer. so we missed a whole lot but Ian seems incredibly comfortable, so I am assuming he and Mickey took care of him? but mostly Ian. But again, this is a headcanon, we can change canon to whatever we feel like.

a kid big enough to be more of an independent being versus a baby totally dependent on you -> Yeah, I think this is their compromise or at least the one Mickey makes in his head? Giving Ian the small and cute part but insisting on something that can kinda communicate?

I also have a soft spot for Jamie! I love seeing his name pop up in fics! I wish we got more scenes with the nice, not homophobic Milkovichs. Mandy would be careful, but I feel like she wouldn't hesitate to leave her baby with Ian and Mickey if for some reason she had it and didn't think she could keep it safe...

Mickey is 100% the dad who embarrasses his kids in good fun whenever he can.  Truer words were never spoken.

You killed me with Ian just enjoying being with the kids while Mickey hides out, just chilling, taking comfort in the fact that Mickey isn't doing illegal shit until- he just has to make sure, you know? He's not blaming him, he's just making sure. Because he loves the idea of having the kids, but not if he's alone with them because Mickey is IN PRISON AGAIN.

Legends say it's the longest kiss they got to have uninterrupted for the next 4 years. (well, at least until the kids are asleep in their beds.)

#🦖 anon #gallavich #galladads #dads #parents gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #stray milkovich kids #the milkovichs #gallavich headcanon

[suguwu]

How would Nanami react to his s/o cat interrupting them during sex because they think he’s hurting their owner?

anon i gotta be real with you i do not think nanami is the type to let a pet stay in the room during sex. your pet is getting sexiled lmao and if you have a pet that gets a lil upset about it, he’s for sure letting you handle it

#🪴.ask #anon #honestly? i think most sorcerers aren’t lol #they’re so keyed into their surroundings by necessity and training #i think a lot of them would find it distracting lol #also look this is gonna probs be a lil controversial #but i also do not rlly see nanami as much of a pet person in general 😶 #nobody can be perfect ig 😔 #i DO think he maybe has a soft spot for the neighborhood strays #maybe. #but it’s fine he’ll be fine with you having a pet #which is good bc we’re getting married and i’m getting a dog

[alpacaparkaseok]

If You’ll Have Me || KSJ

➣pairing: Jin x reader (established relationship)

➣premise: Kim Seokjin. The love of your life. Your boyfriend of three years. The man who insists on taking you to the zoo for every milestone in your lives together. There’s just one thing...you have no idea what you’re celebrating this time.

➣warnings/tags: fluff, SFW, we live for Jin in this household if you haven’t noticed

➣word count: 4.3k

➣commissioned by @delacyrose224 as a part of army for AAPI! thank you so much for requesting this, I loveddddd writing this little story. I’m so soft for this man. you always have the best ideas!!

“We look like idiots.”

“Yeah, well,” Jin shrugs, handing you yet another t-shirt to try on. “That can’t be helped.”

You gasp, snatching the shirt away from him and heading toward the fitting room. “Rude! I meant with all of these ridiculous clothes!”

Jin’s laughter follows you as you close the door and throw on what feels like the thirtieth gaudy t-shirt from the zoo’s souvenir shop. This one is vivid blue, which you suppose is an upgrade from the caution-cone orange Jin had you trying on a few minutes ago.

“Ok,” you call out, “ready?”

“Ready!”

Peeking out of the little room, you notice Jin sitting on the little sofa in the waiting area. He grins up at you, already wearing a matching shirt.

“Do you like it?” He asks, lips pouting out a bit as he waits for your answer.

Avoiding looking in the mirror for too long, you manage a feeble, “Yeah…it’s not as bad as the others, I guess.”

That’s all Jin needs to hear. With a clap of his hands he’s jumping up and herding you toward the front of the shop. You don’t miss the amused glances people are giving you and your boyfriend, who pauses to grab a couple of baseball caps.

“Let’s see…” he brushes some of your hair back before sliding the cap onto your head, stepping back to get the full effect. “Perfect. And, it’ll protect your scalp from the sun!”

Like a couple of walking mannequins, the two of you head up to pay for the clothes you’re now wearing. Jin has a backpack on hand for your other clothes, which you unceremoniously shove inside before zipping it shut.

The cashier offers you a wide smile as she assists with the transaction. You know what she’s thinking:do I pity or envy her?

Honestly, it’s a toss up. Of course, there’s the fact that Jin often makes you do ridiculous things (exhibit A, bright blue zoo t-shirts with roaring lions on the front and waddling penguins on the back), but then again, you don’t stop him.

Rather, you egg him on. There’s something just so adorable about the way he gets so excited for such simple things. And for today, it’s over a trip to the zoo.

Of course, you’re excited as well. Mainly to see the meerkats, which Jin will never let you live down. When you told him that the meerkats were your favorite animal, he stopped and stared at you for an unnervingly long amount of time. You had begun to wonder if you’d somehow upset him when he burst out laughing, claiming that he could see it.

“See what?” You seethed.

“The resemblance,” Jin choked out between laughter. “You’re basically a meerkat in human form!”

With a smack to his chest, you glared at him and said, “Yeah well…you’re a walrus! Yeah, a walrus!”

Needless to say, he was extremely offended and didn’t speak to you for hours. In fact, the only thing that had brought him out of his misery had been you dragging him to the souvenir shop and giving him permission to get whatever he wanted. That apparently included getting you some items as well.

“Ah, it’s such a nice day,” Jin remarks the second you step outside. His hand slips into your seamlessly, a testament to the countless times you’ve repeated the action. “Perfect day at the zoo.”

Indeed it is. The sun is shining, there’s a cool breeze licking at the nape of your neck, and there’s fewer people than you’d expected to be here on a day like today.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it’s Tuesday morning. It would appear that most people – the sane ones, at least – are busy with work and other weekday obligations. Neither of you are, though. Jin has a rare day off and he’d had the day circled on the calendar for well over a month at this point. You had made sure a long time ago to have this day off.

“When’s the last time you went to the zoo?” You ask, glancing sidelong at your boyfriend.

Perhaps it’s his undeniable good looks or the fact that you hardly get to see each other due to your hectic schedules, but you can’t help the little sense of wonder that comes over you as your survey him in the morning sun. Somehow, you really have no idea how he does it, he manages to pull off the shirt and hat. Sure, he looks silly. But he owns the look.

It’s a wonder that he’s yours.

“Hmmm…” Jin ponders for a moment. “I think it was the last time we went together.”

You gasp. “That was like…three years ago! You seriously haven’t been since?”

Laughing at your shocked expression, Jin shakes his head. “Nope.”

Three years ago, close to the time when the two of you had first started dating, Jin wanted to take you out on a special date to celebrate the beginning of your relationship. Without telling you where you were going, you had assumed there would be a nice restaurant, maybe some sort of play or whatever else it is that fancy people do when they first begin to date.

Oh, how wrong you’d been.

Assuming that just because Jin was…well, rich, you couldn’t be more wrong about his taste in dates. When he had parked in the zoo lot and led you through the entrance, you had been waiting for the punchline.

There wasn’t any. No, he had simply wanted to spend the entire day with you. Walking around, having an “excuse to hold your hand” in Jin’s words, and somehow making you believe that crocodiles’ tails could change color when it danger. (don’t ask)

“I still think that it would be so cool to live up there,” you point to the houses in the distance, overlooking the zoo. There was a neighborhood of stately homes just a little way’s away which the two of you had snooped on after your date to the zoo all those years ago.

Jin chuckles quietly. “What if a tiger escapes and ends up in the yard?”

You shrug. “I guess it makes for a good excuse to always keep a steak in the fridge. I’ll lure it away with that.”

“Absolute genius,” your boyfriend hums, making you scrunch up your nose at his obvious sarcasm. “So, where should we begin?”

“At the beginning?”

Laughing jovially (honestly, the best thing about Jin is the fact that he thinks you’re funny), the two of you set down a little path which will take you to a butterfly exhibit.

“Agh, I forgot how hot it is in here,” you mutter the second you step inside. Plants of all different shapes and sizes loom over and around you, home to several different kinds of butterflies. A few stray butterflies flutter overhead, making you temporarily forget the humidity of the greenhouse.

Jin ooh’s and ah’s over the bright yellow butterfly that brushes past him. “Did you see that? It nearly landed on my nose!”

“Aw, it recognizes a Disney Princess when it sees one,” you coo, earning a half-hearted glare from Jin.

“I thought we discussed this,” he grumbles. “I’m Flynn Rider.”

“Right. My bad. Who am I again?”

A giant grin splitting his features, Jin wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Mother Gothel, obviously.” The slap to his right butt-cheek echoes through the greenhouse, quickly followed by his yowl of pain.

Pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, Jin limps after you as you continue through the greenhouse.

“You’re lucky nobody was in here to see that,” he says. “They could send you away for treating me so horribly. I mean, look! I bring you to the zoo, I buy you a nice shirt, I let you choose where we go first-”

Whirling around to face your boyfriend only to find a knowing smirk already on his face, you glare up at him. He knows that he won.

“Yah! What do you want?” You ask, exasperated. Limping forward, clearly milking this for all it’s worth, Jin pouts down at you with big, brown eyes.

“Just one kiss.”

You gasp, feigning horror. “A kiss?! In this sweaty, public greenhouse?!” You frantically point at the butterflies which are your only witnesses in here. “In front of the innocent butterflies?”

Jin looks at you and shudders. “Wow. I think it’s official.”

“What?”

“We spend way too much time together. You’re impersonating me right now, aren’t you?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Yeah. But I still stand by my condition.” Finally taking one final step, Jin towers over you. With a playful wink, he puckers his lips.

“Ugh, I hate you sometimes.”

Jin peeks one eye open. “You just said you loved me earlier.”

“Is it too late to change my mind?”

“Sorry, no refunds.” Then, taking things into his own hands, Jin cups your cheeks and swoops in for a kiss.

On your nose.

Sputtering as he steps away, you glare at him. “What was that?!”

Turning on his heel and heading toward the exit, you notice that Jin’s over-exaggerated limp is long gone. With a devilish grin over his shoulder, Jin says, “You were taking too long. But you still owe me a kiss, whenever I ask for it. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, ok?”

You can recognize a trap when you see one. However, you’re left with no choice. Grumbling out a “yeah, whatever” you follow after him.

After the butterfly exhibit you make your way to the reptile house, opting to get all of the hot and humid indoor places out of the way while it’s still morning. The Gila monsters make you laugh as Jin takes a video of the tongue flipping in and out of its mouth and sends it to Hoseok. The two of you know full well that the boy in question will no doubt scream in horror as he watches the video.

Hand in hand, Jin finally swerves off the path toward one of the final indoor exhibits: Animals of the Savanna.

Once you’re inside, you pull and tug at Jin until he’s relenting and allowing you to find the meerkats. To onlookers, you’re sure you look like a child dragging their disgruntled parent to and fro. However, once you spot the meerkats, any thoughts of maintaining your dignity in front of these people eddies out of your mind.

“Jin! Jin! Seokjin!” You hop up and down on the balls of your feet, completely missing the tender look Jin sends your way as you drag him closer. “Look at them! Woooow there’s so many! Aww and there’s little babies, too!”

Jin just hums along, smiling as he watches your wide eyes. You get as close as humanly possible, grinning at the creatures that occasionally look your way. Through it all, he maintains some sort of contact. Giggling without knowing what you’re laughing about. Just laughing for the sake of it.

He just…loves the zoo. Yeah, that’s it.

It had been a silly idea, to bring you here three years ago to celebrate the beginning of your relationship. In fact, you had looked at him like he was already bordering on crazy when he had brought up the idea of doing something special now that you had agreed to be his girlfriend.

“Don’t people usually do something special for anniversaries?” You had asked. Your hair had been longer then, a tell-tale sign of your youth.

Jin shrugged, completely under your spell without your knowledge. He found it nearly impossible to look away from you at times like these. “We can do that, too. Next year. But for now, why don’t we just celebrate the beginning?”

“Sure,” you mimicked his shrug, snuggling into his side on the couch. Despite his unaffected demeanor, he wondered if you noticed the way his heart was pounding as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I’ll do whatever, as long as it’s with you.”

So, after discussing it with his best friends, he decided to take you to a beautiful dinner looking over the Han river. There was a new restaurant that was outrageously fancy and delicious, and he wanted to treat you to the best.

When he arrived at your apartment that evening, just in time to hopefully catch the sunset on the Han if all went according to plan, he overheard you talking on the phone. Your window was open, and like the snoop that he was, he waited to listen in on your conversation.

He wouldn’t have it he hadn’t heard your mentioning his name.

“I don’t know what we’re doing tonight,” you admitted. You were quiet for a moment while listening to the other side of the conversation. “You think so? I don’t know, I’ve never dated someone like this. You know, like…rich. What do rich people do on dates? I’m a little out of my element here, I just hope I won’t make a fool of myself.” Your laugh had him hurtling to reality, and he realized in an instant that he couldn’t take you to that restaurant.

A part of him knew in that moment that you were going to be the rest of his life. You were it for him. And if you want something to last, you treat it differently.

A perfectly forgettable meal surrounded by gossiping netizens wasn’t what you deserved.

So what did you deserve?

That had been the question on his mind as he tried to hide just how sweaty his palms were when he knocked on your door.

“Oh, I think he’s here. I – yeah, I’ll call you after. Ok, bye.”

Seokjin has always been good at pretending that he has a plan even when he has no idea what to do. Which is exactly what he did. You had been absolutely adorable, bouncing in your seat as he set off down the highway, begging him to give you a hint.

When he’d seen the exit for the zoo, he turned down that road without a second thought. You looked utterly confused when he pulled into the parking lot, and little did you know that he was just as confused as you were.

He just prayed that you wouldn’t think he was the dumbest person ever for letting those reservations slip through his fingers for the fanciest restaurant in Seoul. Perhaps a date to the zoo wasn’t the right idea, perhaps it wasn’t romantic at all, perhaps-

Perhaps you were happiest with his hand in yours and a meerkat a few feet away from you.

He’s so tempted to cash in that kiss right now, with how adorable you look. But he bites his tongue, reminding himself that he has to save it for later.

Once you’re loved of meerkats is sated enough for you to be herded away, Jin leads you to a street vendor. “Eat up,” he says as he passes the bread cone filled to the brim with macaroni and cheese to your outstretched hands. He’ll never understand your love for the little abominations, but he caves and orders one for himself as well.

“Don’t you want to sit and eat it?” He asks as he spies you wandering off. You twirl around, licking the cheese off of your lips. And stupid as it is, his heart skips a beat.

“They’re gonna feed the penguins in ten minutes!” You respond, clearly expecting that to be enough of an explanation. Again you turn to wander away. You’re not worried about leaving Jin behind, though. His long legs catch up to you within a few seconds.

The two of you eat in relative silence as you watch the penguins waddling around. Once you’re finished with your food, you spend a good hour sitting in the amphitheater watching the penguins and wondering which ones the two of you would be.

“I’m that one,” you point to a particularly fat penguin attempting to get out of the water. “That looks like me trying to get out of my chair whenever I eat.”

Jin nearly chokes on his water at your remark, squinting at the penguin that has yet to be successful in getting out of the water. “How pitiful. Oh, that’s me.”

Another penguin appears on the ice, looking down at the fat one.

“Oh, have you come to rescue me?” You ask, sitting forward and resting your chin on your hands. Jin immediately begins massaging the small of your back, knowing that it’s a troublesome spot for you most days.

“Probably- oooh down he goes!”

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter as the penguin pears down into the water only to lose its footing and slip in alongside the previously struggling penguin.

“Yeah, that’s us,” you confirm, still laughing.

“Definitely us. We’re a mess most days.”

You lean back, taking up your usual spot on the crook of his shoulder and resting your hand on the inside of Jin’s knee. “At least we have each other.”

You say it with a teasing tone, but Jin can’t help the way it goes straight to his heart. Sneakily planting a kiss atop your baseball cap, he squeezes you a little tighter. “Yeah, that’s true. Don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“Probably still on land,” you remark slyly, peeking up at him. With slightly pink cheeks and zero hesitation you utter out, “I love you.”

He’ll never get used to you.

“Love you, too.”

From there you head over to the polar bears, which appear to be largely unimpressed by your presence. Jin drags you to see the hyenas, sporting some strange interest in the creatures. It only makes sense to sit and stare at the large tigers after that, your mouth ajar as you marvel at its size.

Then it’s the elephants and rhinos.

“Ugh, it smells like your fridge that one time,” you joke the second to get a whiff of the rhino’s habitat.

“It does not!” Jin shouts, drawing the attention of some of the other visitors. “My fridge smelled much worse.”

You can’t help but cackle at his remark. “I stand corrected.”

Toward the end of your visit you pass by to visit the monkeys. “If you squeeze my hand any harder, it’ll fall off.”

You try and fail to relinquish your grip. “Sorry, they just freak me out.” As if on cue, a monkey swings by in front of the tall glass window, making you jump and squeal in terror.

“Should we leave?” Jin questions, hiding his laughter.

You bury your head in between his shoulder blades, squeezing your eyes shut. “No, just go fast.”

He does just that, speeding through the exhibit until he’s announcing that you’re nearing the end. Slowly you look up, blinking at the now dark sky.

“Have we been here all day?” You ask in wonder. Checking the time, Jin nods.

“Yep. It’s about time to head home.”

Languidly making your way back up the path to the zoo entrance and exit, you swing your hands back and forth. “That was so fun.”

Jin raises his brows. “Really? I thought you were a goner back there with the monkeys.”

Faking a shiver, you revel in the way Jin falls for it and automatically pulls you in closer. “I thought I was, too. But I just thought of the meerkats, and I made it through.”

Snorting, Jin waves goodbye to a few of the staff members the open the gate for the two of you to leave. “Is that so? It had nothing to do with your big, strong, boyfriend protecting you?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh really.”

“No. Why? Did you think we had something going on?”

Rolling his eyes, Jin bumps you with his hip, making you giggle. “If not, this has been the most dedicated friendship I’ve ever experienced.”

“Dude, you have six best friends-”

“Ok, first you say I’m not your boyfriend, and then you stoop so low as to refer to me as dude?!”

Your laugh rings out loud and clear in the evening air, followed by Jin’s stupefied laughter. “You’re so dramatic,” you accuse, reluctantly freeing yourself from his grip as you near the car.

“Hey, you don’t get to judge me. It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” Still bickering back and forth, Jin starts driving and heads off to the right instead of the left.

“Woah, where are we going?” You ask, frowning out at the night.

Jin shrugs. “Let’s go snoop around those houses again.”

“The ones by the zoo?”

“Yeah.”

You’re all too happy to go along with it. Clutching your hand atop the console, Jin maneuvers his way to the small hill overlooking the zoo.

“Wow,” you breathe out. “I forgot how beautiful this view is.”

Indeed it is. The city lights glow and glint in the distance, creating a warm blanket of familiarity. The zoo lights are shutting off, only a few left on here and there. The sound of music from floats up toward you as you roll the window down, drinking it in.

“The residents always hear the closing songs each night,” Jin supplies, somehow reading your mind as you wonder about the music coming from the zoo. “It turns off by ten on weekdays and eleven on the weekends.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I have some friends that live up here.”

You turn to look at Jin, eyes wide. “You do? How come you never told me?”

“They just moved,” he explains with a forgotten smile. “You wanna see their house?”

“Yes!”

Jin turns down a different street, slowly stopping before a beautiful home with colonial style columns in the front. Sure enough, there’s a sign in the front of the house with a red sticker stating SOLD for all to see.

“Should we look around the lot?” Jin asks, turning off the car and taking off his seat. “It looks like they’re not home right now, but they said we could look around if we wanted.”

“You told them we were coming?”

He shrugs, hopping out of the car and hurrying around to open up your door. “I mentioned that we’d be in the area.”

“Who are these friends of yours, anyway?” You ask, stepping out of the car. The house quite literally takes your breath away, and you turn around to capture the full view. The city is still visible, the zoo and its music appearing more like a memory than a reality. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“Uh,” Jin scratches the back of his neck. “Their names should be on the sign right there.”

Frowning, you ignore his avoidance of the question and skirt around him to walk up to the edge of the lawn. Crouching down, your eyes scan the sign for any names you might recognize. There’s a small paper, almost like a receipt, hanging from the sign. Smoothing it out from where it’s flowing in the breeze, you squint at the names that appear.

Sold to Mr. Kim Seokjin and –

You know that name. You know that man.

And the name beside his…

“It’s our names…?” You breathe out, not quite understanding. Straightening up, you turn to face Jin with a confused expression. “Why does it-”

There’s Jin, but he’s not where you left him.

He’s down on one knee, looking up at you with the expression he gets when he holds his breath. Behind him the city gleams as bright as ever, however it somehow dims in the face of what you see before you.

Jin, opening up a small box. And inside the velvety interior, a ring shining as though it were made of stars.

Suddenly, it clicks. The date to the zoo, where you’d first officially began this relationship. The house with your name on it, the way Jin had this day circled on the calendar for longer than you care to remember.

Jin can’t breathe, and he can tell by the way your chest has stopped rising that you can’t, either.

“I- I’d like to cash in that kiss now,” Jin stutters out.

In a rush of limbs and a mixture of laughter and sobs, you find yourself kneeling across from Jin and kissing him hard enough to bruise his plump lips. You’d feel bad, except for the fact that he returns the kiss with just as much fervor. When the kiss begins to taste of salt, you pull away to discern of those are your tears or his.

It’s both, you realize as Jin gazes at you, completely oblivious to the tears streaming down his cheeks.

“O-oh!” He exclaims, staring down at the ring box in his shaking hands. “Will you marry me?”

Without a single ounce of hesitation, you laugh, voice thick with emotion. “Yes!”

That’s all it takes for Jin to pull you in close again, attacking you with kisses at a speed you can’t keep up with. He pulls back, panting and eyes alight with pure elation. “And do you want to live here with me, then?”

You choke on a laugh, still crying and on your knees. “Of course I do, Seokjin. You- you bought me a house.”

“Yeah,” he sniffles. “I did.”

Then, gasping with wide eyes, Jin snaps his fingers. “I almost forgot!” Jumping up to his feet, he runs back to the car. You watch after him, too in shock to stand at the moment. Your glinting rings on your hand catches your attention, making you wonder when exactly he put it on. No doubt it was sometime in the midst of his breathless kisses.

Jin returns a moment later, dropping to his knees again. Nevermind the fact that there are plenty of places to sit. He has a lanyard around his neck, and he places another around your own.

“What’s this?” You ask, grabbing the little card hanging off of the end. Once you catch sight of it, you begin to laugh (and somehow cry) even harder.

Season passes to the zoo.

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[jackrrabbit]

it will come back [pt. 1] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader

Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 2] [Part 3]

A/N: Low budget yandere for my greasy king. This concept has definitely been done before, but I couldn’t resist. This is my first non-smut on this acct and I’ll be so sad if it bombs 😭

Title from the Hozier song: “don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”

Tags/warnings: light yandere, minor injury, angst, Shiggy likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep. [In later parts but not in this one: violence, sex, more yandere, 18+]

You’ve always had a soft spot for strays. Maybe that’s why you became an ER nurse—from the first abandoned puppy you brought home as a kid to the patients you refuse to give up on even when it looks hopeless, you’ve never been able to turn a blind eye when something needs your help. Sometimes (times like this) you wish you knew better. It’s hard enough to take care of yourself these days.

Today’s shift was…what, 16 hours? 17? The 20-minute walk from the bus stop to your apartment building feels like it takes twice that long in the rain. God, you need a shower. And a decent night’s sleep, preferably for at least 12 hours. Tomorrow’s your day off, and you’re ready to take advantage of it the best way you know how: Netflix, soju, and your favorite vibrator. But tonight? As soon as you’re clean, you’re going to pig out on leftovers and collapse into the bed that’s the only halfway nice piece of furniture in your shithole apartment. You really do deserve a break; you’ve earned it.

Unfortunately, as usual, the universe has other plans.

You hear him before you see him: wheezing, choked breaths, like someone’s trying to breathe with an anvil on their chest. You’re not quite out of nurse mode so your mind starts trying to diagnose the issue before you even register what you’re hearing. Fluid in the lungs, possibly blood. That hacking isn’t good. Broken ribs? Definitely bruised. But probably not a puncture…

The breathing is coming from down an alley next to your building. It’s dark enough that you can’t see from the street what’s making the noise. And you’re not a fool, you know it’s a bad idea to walk down pitch-black alleys late at night, especially in this area—a neighborhood you’re living in by necessity, because it’s the only place cheap enough for you to get by. But the coughing…it just sounds so awful. It sounds like it hurts.

Your phone’s already in your hand with 119 dialed and ready to call (standard practice when you’re walking home by yourself), but you turn the flashlight on and shine it down the alleyway. “Hello? Anyone there?”

Nothing responds, but you can still hear the breathing. You step in a little deeper, swinging your light from side to side and looking over the heaps of trash bags overflowing from the dumpster. The raindrops make clicking sounds as they hit the plastic, and you can hear gurgling from a rain spout down the side of the building, but the wheezing doesn’t stop.

One more step. And then one more. You wish there was something you could do to make the splash of your rain boots in the puddles a little less loud. Something about this situation—the rain, the dark, the flat grey light from your cellphone, and that horrible hacking breath—it makes you feel like you’re walking into a horror movie. But you don’t stop walking.

The hacking is coming from a man propped up on the wall between a few XL bags of trash. The black outfit he’s wearing almost blends into the bags, but a mop of grey-blue hair gives him away. His head is slumped onto his chest, and if he’s conscious he doesn’t show it. “Hello?” you ask again, even less confident that you’re going to get a response.

No answer.

The smell of garbage is…ugh…hard to ignore, but on top of it is an oppressive stench of copper coming from the man passed out in the trash. You kneel down to get a better look and yep, he’s covered in blood. It’s hard to make out in the low light, but there’s a trio of long gashes in the man’s abdomen, cutting apart the skin and flesh so deep you can see traces of a slim layer of yellow fat between all the inky clotted blood. It looks like he was attacked by an animal. Or someone with an animal quirk. There are a lot of villains in this neighborhood.

And the coughing...definitely internal injuries. Whoever this guy is, he needs treatment. You hold up your phone to hit the call button on your pre-dialed 119—

“Don’t.” The voice is a growl, low and surprisingly firm despite the scratchiness. You jerk back and clutch your phone to your chest, caught off guard not just by the interruption but by the intensity of the face glaring up at yours.

His eyes are red. “You need an ambulance,” you tell him in your calmest nurse voice.

“If you try to call the police, I’ll—kill you,” the man says, but the threat is a little less threatening when he has to stop in the middle to retch blood onto his own chin.

You glare back at him but don’t call the emergency number. There are a lot of of reasons why he wouldn’t want to go to the hospital, but the most obvious one is probably true. “You’re a criminal. A villain?”

He doesn’t respond, choosing instead to keep glaring at you like you’ve committed some mortal sin against his ancestors by having the nerve to check on him and try to help him. Somehow it pisses you off. When you were getting your ADN, you once took a temp job doing health screenings at a local middle school and you would always get so annoyed at the kids. Didn’t they see you were just doing your job? Why is it so hard to understand that what you’re doing is for their own good?

Stupid kids. Stupid villain. “You’d rather bleed out and die?”

The man bares his teeth at you, and it’s a pretty disturbing scene considering how they’re covered in scarlet. “You think they’re going to save me? Think I’ll go to the hospital and get all my HP restored?”

He’s mocking you now. You only have a second to move out of the way before he spits off to the side. “I mean…that’s how a hospital works.”

“If you think I would—make it out of that ambulance alive, you’re—dumber than you look.” His voice is interspersed with coughs.

“Well, you’re not going to live if I leave you here.” You hold up your phone, ready to call the ambulance, but in a shocking display of agility the man lunges forward and grabs it out of your hand. “Hey, wait! Give that…back…”

Your voice trails off as your phone crumbles—literally crumbles to dust in the man’s fingers. Once he’s satisfied that there’s no way for you to call the cops, he slumps back onto the trash bags and closes his eyes, apparently exhausted from the effort.

Goddamnit…! For a second, you can only stare blankly at the pile of dust that used to be your $300 smartphone. And then you’re seized by something, maybe not hatred but an annoyance so strong you can feel it in your throat, and you decide right then and there that this villain is not going to die. You’re going to save him. Out of spite.

You’re not sure how you manage to half-carry him from the alley to your apartment, but you do. You’re lucky it’s ass-o-clock at night and no one’s in the lobby or the elevator, or you’d definitely be getting some looks trying to lug a maimed body around. What would you say if someone did call the cops? Don’t worry, don’t worry about it officer, it’s just my friend drank a little too much, oh those wounds? We were at a costume party, haha…

But no one sees you, and no one calls the cops. The man is unconscious the whole time you’re carrying him, and by the time you have him laid out on a shower curtain on your living room floor his breathing is a little bit shallower than it was before. You’ve got your tools—nothing fancy, just some gauze and closures and antiseptic from your personal first aid kit. It’s not much, but it’ll have to be enough.

“Let’s get to work, asshole,” you tell the unconscious body in front of you, and you crack your knuckles.

///

The day after you pick the villain out of the garbage, your body decides that it’s not going to let you sleep in no matter how much you need it. You can tell because the huge windows in your bedroom—the only saving grace of this apartment, honestly—are depositing golden-pink sunrise light over everything you see when you open your eyes, including the villain’s face. Which is about six inches away from yours.

“You smell like death,” you tell him sleepily. He doesn’t move.

He’s…probably in his early twenties, you think, but it’s hard to tell because of all the wrinkles. His hair is on the longer side, and it’s striped with rusty brown smears from his blood. Again, you notice how red his irises are. Have you ever seen someone with eyes that color before? You’re pretty sure you haven’t.

“You slept for a long time,” the villain says, finally moving back so he’s not breathing into your mouth.

“Yeah, I was tired. From saving your life.” You sit up and rub your temples. “I’m thirsty…”

Before you can finish your complaint, the villain is holding a glass of water out to you in an awkward 4-fingered grip.

“Um, thanks, I guess.” You suck down the water and immediately feel better, enough that you realize how wrong it is that he’s up and moving around and probably undoing all your hard work. “You should be lying down.”

“The floor hurt, and I was bored.”

“Lie on the couch then. You can watch TV. But first—“ He’s sitting on the edge of your bed next to you, and you make him lie down flat so you can look at the injuries. They’re not nearly as bad as they looked last night—no walk in the park, but at least you won’t have a corpse in your apartment in a few hours.

When you’re done inspecting him, he sits up and asks you for a shirt. You had to cut his off, not that it was any great loss. The thing was shredded. Him pointing it out is the only thing that makes you really realize he’s shirtless, so you give him an oversized pajama shirt of yours. It has the name and motto of your old high school on it, and the villain reads it out in a half-mocking tone when you hand it to him.

“Beggars shouldn’t be choosers,” you snap. “You should be grateful.”

“I am grateful,” he says, putting the shirt on. “But I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you need a shirt, right? It’s cold—“

“No. Not that.” He’s staring at you again, and you find it difficult to maintain eye contact. “Why you didn’t leave me where you found me last night.”

There’s a lot you could tell him, all of it a little bit true. You were curious. You believed him when he said he wouldn’t make it out of the hospital alive. You couldn’t leave him alone the same way you can’t leave abandoned puppies alone. You wanted to prove to him that you were right, and that being stubborn wouldn’t get him what he wanted. But you don’t say that. “You killed my phone, so you owe me a new one. And I can’t get that back if you bleed out.”

He’s looking at you like he doesn’t believe you, and you fidget under his gaze until he sighs and says, “Whatever.”

You have to let him lean on your shoulder when he walks back to the living room to lie down on your couch. How the hell did he even get to your bedroom by himself? You really didn’t think this through—what are you supposed to do with an infirm possible villain who can barely walk unsupported without opening his injuries back up?

But that’s a problem for tomorrow you to deal with. Today, you’re content to set your laptop up on the coffee table so the two of you can watch TV in…oddly companionable (if you’re not imagining it) silence. It’s almost the lazy day off you were daydreaming about before you got yourself into this mess, and the atmosphere is so relaxed that before you can really decide whether to force the man to go to the hospital or turn him out on the street (or…?) you’re dozing off on your couch like there isn’t a potentially dangerous stranger lying beside you with his head just a few inches from your lap.

When you wake up, your problem is solved for you. He’s gone, and it’s like he was never there—except you’re down a cellphone and a pajama shirt, and your shower curtain is drenched with blood. You wrap it up with the rest of the soiled medical supplies and toss all of it in a dumpster a mile away from your building without knowing exactly why.

///

It’s not the last you see of him, but somehow you had a feeling that was going to be the case.

He scares the shit out of you the first time he visits (over time, that’s how you’ll start to think of his little unannounced drop-ins: visits. Like you’re being visited by a ghost or something). You’re coming back from another grueling shift in the ER, so tired you think you might be sleepwalking, and what do you find when you come in your apartment but a strange white-haired man sitting on your couch eating dry cereal out of the box and flipping through one of your books?

You nearly piss yourself.

He doesn’t seem surprised, which makes sense, considering he’s a villain and he’s probably used to pulling this dramatic entrance thing on people. He certainly doesn’t seem the least bit threatened when you brandish the mini canister of pepper spray on your keychain and demand that he tell you how he got in if he wants to retain the power of eyesight.

“It was unlocked,” he says.

“It was not unlocked,” you reply, rolling your eyes. You may be sleep deprived, but you’re not careless. Never careless.

“Whatever. Calm down. You’re not going to use that on me.”

He’s right, but you don’t want to admit it. If he wanted to do something to hurt you, he could’ve done it that first night. And you’re too tired to really put up a fight, so you just put the cap back on the pepper spray and flop down next to him on the couch. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He looks at you curiously from between his shaggy bangs, like you’re the one intruding in his home and not the other way around, then reaches out to hand something to you. “Here, payback.”

It’s a cell phone—not a smartphone like the one he destroyed, but a flip phone circa the 2000s, the kind that forces you to press “9” four times to get the letter “F”. You stare at it for a second, then look back at the villain. “Are you kidding? Did you get this from a museum?”

“Take it or leave it.” His feet are propped up on your coffee table, but you can’t make yourself care. Actually, it looks nice…him stretched out with an odd look of comfort on his lanky form.

You lean back on the couch and kick up your feet next to his. “Fine. Thanks, I guess.”

He shrugs.

“How are your wounds healing?” Why are you trying to make conversation with this guy? He’s…a villain, right? Not that you’ve ever received affirmative confirmation of that fact, but the hesitance to call the police and the breaking and entering are pretty good tells. But…it might be weird, but since you picked him up that day, you’ve felt a kind of kinship with him.

Alone. Abandoned. No place to go. No one to save him. It’s not a pretty comparison, but you can’t deny it rings true.

Maybe that’s why you pick up strays.

“They’re fine,” he tells you after so long a pause that you’ve almost forgotten your question. “Doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

You take a long look at him, at his posture—he’s relaxed, but his abdomen is crunched a little bit, curled in on himself so subtly that even you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t looking. It’s not your problem. He’s an adult, and you’re sure he could be seeking real medical attention if he really needed it. You’re in no way obligated to perform some kind of checkup on this arrogant dick who literally broke into your apartment to give you a shitty phone and eat your cereal. The sensible thing to do is to tell him to forget that you live here and hopefully never see him again.

His head tips back to rest on the top of the couch, and he holds your book up to read. At this angle his long hair is out of the way of his face, and you notice among the deep-set creases in his skin a pair of wide scars across his right eye and on the corner of his lips. They’re pale and faded—old, then—but they look off to you, and after a while of snatching glances at his face you realize it’s because they’re healed badly, extraordinarily badly, the kind of healing that you don’t see very often because it only occurs when a stubborn patient tries to let a particularly nasty injury heal on its own. The part of you that isn’t sensible wonders how old he was when he got those scars.

Has he learned his lesson?

You doubt it.

“Lie down,” you sigh. “Let me see the cuts.”

Which is how you find yourself examining this annoying villain again, checking on his injuries and giving him recommendations for care like you’re his personal nurse or something. It’s not a role you enjoy playing, but at least he takes it without complaint, and you start to wonder if maybe this is why he broke into your apartment in the first place. If anything, he looks calmer when you’ve flipped up his shirt and prodded at his wounds, his eyes closing slowly and freeing you of that scarlet-red gaze.

He’s like a cat, you think, and then you shake your head and remind yourself that it’s a terrible idea to think of this man—this grown man who is probably a great danger to you and others—as a wild animal you’re trying to domesticate.

When he finally leaves (only after you drop a couple dozen unsubtle hints about how long you’ve been at work and how exhausted you are), you take a moment before you sink into bed to look at the flip phone. It’s no nicer than your original impression, but as you scroll through the screens you notice that it’s factory-new, except for one thing: there’s a contact programmed in, a phone number with an area code you don’t recognize listed under “T”. And you don’t want to be curious…

…but you are. Shocking.

Down the rabbit hole it is, you decide. So you text him.

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[You: 12:03 AM] > Hey it’s (Y/N) > (the girl whose apartment you broke into) > What does T stand for? [T: 12:07 AM] > What do u think [You: 12:09 AM] > ?? [T: 12:09 AM] > My name > Dont you know who i am [You: 12:10 AM] > Are you famous? [T: 12:10 AM] > You dont watch the news do u [You: 12:11 AM] > Not really > What’s your name then [T: 12:12 AM] > … > Didnt u say u had to sleep [You: 12:15 AM] > Oh yeah > Whatever I guess > Good night

[T: 2:34 AM] > Its Tomura > Dont look it up

[You: 8:02 AM] > Ok > I won’t > Tomura

➠ [Part 2]

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[thefanficmonster]

Never Satisfied [Chapter 2]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this chick is crazy...and I kinda dig it“

It’s been four days since the incident and he’s all but forgotten about it, removed it from his memory entirely as if girls hide from police in his car on a regular basis. 

Today is colder than usual, and his body has been quick to respond to the change, aching around the joints. Some days it’s impossible to move, feeling his clothes and sandpaper and housing spikes as joints. Thankfully, today isn’t that bad, the pain is rather manageable. Which checks out well for him, considering he has to do some cleaning around his apartment. His skin itched at the sight of the mess his living space has become over the last few weeks he hasn’t been bothered to pick up the strewn about items or wash the dishes in the sink. 

Standing in his living room, he turns in a circle, taking in the disaster that is surrounding him. His chest tightens, throat closing up due to the overwhelmingness of the work he has ahead of him while all he wants to do is hide in his room, under the blankets of his bed that is for sure not willing to offer him much comfort at the moment, seeing as how it too is a mess. 

Forget about that! He isn’t sure if his mind is telling him to forget the task he has at hand or the comfort he has in mind. Either way, he knows what the right thing to do is. It may give him anxiety, but it has to be done. 

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, taking deep measured breaths and exhaling slowly just like his doctor had instructed him to do, in hopes to ease the tension around his lungs. 

Calming down a bit, he finally decides to get on with it, starting with the smallest space he has to clean, hoping accomplishing a small victory would fuel his ambition to move onto the actual rooms with a lesser struggle. So, pulling on his favorite hoodie and a beanie over his black curls, he slips out of the front door and down the stairs of his apartment complex with a trash bag in hand. He may hate cleaning, but he hates messes more, therefore it’s an easy call to make. Easy when putting the two in comparison, a struggle when he actually has to get on with the process of cleaning. 

With a deep breath as a final ‘You got this’ before action, he unlocks his car doors and looks around its interior. He starts off with the junk in the front - first tending to the passenger seat where he finds a couple plastic bags and a few water bottles. He keeps the area around the driver’s seat clean as can be, so he skips that side. Unfortunately, now he has to turn to the nightmare that is the backseats. 

While it may be tame, compared to most, the three paper bags, five disposable coffee cups that he’d dropped to the floor are more than enough to annoy him. He also makes a frustrating find of a hoodie, a few shirts, a hat, and what appears to be a forgotten CVS bag of medication. Much to his dismay, there’s more: handfuls of old receipts that he is now shoving into the garbage bag he has in hand along with straw wrappers, a few stray cold fries dating back to God-knows-when. He sighs, somewhat relieved to see the backseat is doing a lot better now than it was a couple minutes ago, though it’s not even entirely clean just yet. Something catches his eye though - a choker that was probably covered by one of the clothing items he had found. He picks it up, turning it over in his hand. It’s made of soft leather with a gunmetal ”C” and a pentagram embossed on it. It has a leather braided cord on both ends to tie together and no price tag or brand to indicate its origin. He can’t remember buying this...but then again, retail therapy is a thing and it wouldn’t be the first time he forgot a purchase. He gives it one final once-over before shrugging and pocketing it. After collecting the headphones he’d also dumped in the back and retrieving a pair of boots from the trunk, he locks up his car and heads back into the building, mentally preparing himself for facing the terror of cleaning his apartment.

Returning to his place after tossing the trash in the dumpster along the way, Corpse locks the front door behind him and proceeds to drop the things he’s brought back near the front door. 

This defeats the purpose of cleaning up in the first place, Corpse. He scolds himself but that’s what it remains at - just a scold. He slips the hoodie off his torso, but pauses when the leather collar falls to the floor. Tossing the clothing item on a dining room chair behind him, he picks up the choker and, without as much as a second thought, places it around his throat just below his Adam’s apple The metal feels cool against his skin and as he ties the leather cords at the back of his neck the corners of his lips curve upwards just a little. 

I probably look stupid. He thinks to himself. Corpse tries not to look much at his own reflection, mostly because it’s a reminder of how little sleep he gets with the dark circles and worn out, exhausted eyes staring back at him whenever he looks. But when he catches a glimpse of himself in his peripheral on his way to piss, he admires his reflection, or more so the way the black leather stands out across his pale skin. He’s gotta admit, it looks pretty cool. Edgy. Very urban. Goth maybe? But he still prefers the chains he’s known to wear over chokers.

After doing his business, he starts heading toward his office with the intention of recording a new story for his channel if he manages to find a decent submission - and also to ignore the cleaning he still had to do eventually - when the sound of someone banging on the door of his neighbor’s apartment makes him jump, thinking the sound was coming from his door instead. Being the nosey bitch he is, he creeps to his door, listening to the muffled and almost completely incomprehensible voices from across the hall. The screaming match taking place is making him rather nervous and anxious and as much as he’d rather hide in his room and pretend he never heard or saw anything, he also doesn’t want the altercation to escalate into anything physical. 

“You fucking bailed on me!” An angry female shout dominates over the other voice, a male one, that’s quick to follow the previous example with the tone volume.

“You almost got caught, it's not my fault you screwed up!” It’s the male’s turn to shout, his words intriguing Corpse.

Got caught? Screwed up what?

“Fuck you! You don’t just ditch like that! That’s such a dick move!” 

Ditched? If it wasn’t for the ‘getting caught’ part I would’ve thought it was a flopped date?

“I wasn’t about to get arrested for your klepto ass! I’m done with your shit!” The male voice takes the upper hand again, and though the female attempts to speak, she’s promptly cut off by the male, “No! No, I said I’m fucking done! Get the fuck out of my apartment!” A loud bang that sounded remarkably like a chair being flipped over made Corpse jump again with his thoughts once again racing to try and make sense of the situation. 

Klepto? So she’s a thief. Great. He rolls his eyes, not that he needed a reminder that he lives in a bad neighborhood, but he sure got it. He inhales slowly, finally deciding to check the aftermath in the hallway. Again, it isn’t his business whatsoever, but he can’t rest easy until he knows there isn’t an injured person outside his door right now. He peeks out the peephole before unlocking the door and sticking his head out to see a long haired individual still standing in front of his neighbor’s door. They have their back turned to him and are getting prepared to start banging on the door once again. 

“Little scared-ass bitch! I’ll be back for my shit!” She screams, kicking the door to punctuate her point. 

This chick is absolutely nuts. Everything in his gut is telling him to turn around and go back inside but his brain’s less-rational side is convincing him to check on her. He carefully steps into the hallway, swallowing nervously as he reaches out to tap her shoulder. “Are um-...you okay?”

The girl whips around, a furious expression on her face. Corpse makes a pause, his eyes widening at the sight of that familiar face.

Holy shit, I know this girl. 

Standing in front of him is the girl who leaped into the backseat of his car only a few days ago. 

Shit! What are the odds? 

She’s wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped sweatshirt with the quote “Mercury’s in Gatorade or Some Shit” written in bold letters and a solar system around it, with a leather jacket on top. 

His mouth dries when he makes a realization... 

Oh fuck. She’s way prettier in the natural light instead of that ugly light I saw her in that night. 

“Oh hey! Parking lot guy! What are y-...is that my choker?” She interrupts herself, looking closer at the black leather on his pale skin, her brows furrowing. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it to be honest, but she seems to recognize it. “That’s my fucking choker, dude! I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” She reaches up seemingly with the intention of taking it off him, causing his whole body to freeze up.

Finally finding his senses, Corpse takes half a step back, eyes slightly widened, “Woah, hey! Easy there, I’m pretty sure I bought this.” He warns, hands hesitantly held out in front of himself to try and create some distance between them. 

She seems not to take the hint at his desire for personal space as she reaches out again, stepping closer. “No, I made it with my own two hands, man! It’s got a C on it for my name - Cora.” She says sharply to the point of anger that honestly frightens him a bit. 

He quickly unties the leather straps, removing it from his neck. However, he refuses to give it back so easily as he holds it up out of her reach. 

Maybe if it isn’t on me she won’t be all up in his personal space. Yeah, it’s a bit evil, but he didn’t care. Besides, part of him is still mad about the fact she used his car as a hiding spot, shooting his anxiety through the roof in the process. 

“I feel like you owe me for those fries you stole last time we saw each other. Make it up to me and I’ll give it back. If it’s even yours, that is...” He says, brows furrowing slightly and eyes narrowing as he takes another step back. “And, you know, for nearly getting me busted by the police for something I wasn’t even a part of.” 

Sure, he was talking but her eyes are wandering analyzing him: first the silver chains around his neck that glimmer in the light and his dark hair, strands dangling carelessly as a curtain over his face. 

He too finds himself admiring her, memorizing her features better in this light. She has olive skin and sports a little bit of a tan. Stray locks of wavy dark brown hair hang around her ears having come loose from her messy bun. She has earthy brown eyes with flecks of green that he can’t help but stare at, despite their current sharpness. Her right arm is decorated with a few small tattoos: a skull of some sort of animal that appears to be puking flowers; a small cartoon t-rex floating via many colorful balloons and a brain with a spiky spiral in the center of it. She has a single line drawn around her pinky finger on the hand of the other arm and the shadowy silhouette of a forest around her wrist. However, the one thing Corpse could see better than all of that, was she is pissed. 

“Gimme my fucking choker back! I paid you for those fries, it’s not my fault you spent them on douchebag lessons!” She snaps, hopping to try and grab his arm. 

She is pressed up against him now, a wave of perfume hitting him when she attempts another jump. He holds the choker higher, maybe even subconsciously, just enjoying the warm presence of another body for as long as possible - not that he’d admit that. 

Corpse’s brief content comes crashing down as he stumbles backwards when he feels something hard on his hip and her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt. 

“Wait-“ He tries to say, but is cut off when a good amount of weight pulls at his jeans. “Oh Fuck!” He rasps out, dropping the choker as he slams onto the floor. In the split second he spared to take a breath, his pants had been yanked down to his knees and his neck was crooked up against his door. He’s now lying on the floor as the girl hovers over him having landed with her hand on top of his head and one leg over his chest while the other is pinning his arm down.

While remaining unmoving under the girl, he takes a moment to let the previous five seconds sink in before replaying them in his mind:

This small woman, Cora she said her name was, had put the boot clad toes of her left foot into the pocket of his baggy jeans to use as a stepping stool. In turn, they were shoved down, effectively pantsing him and tearing the pocket before knocking them both to the floor. 

Corpse leans against his door, jeans still around his knees, hair a mess as he watches Cora stand up from where she’d practically tackled him and equip the choker. 

“Serves you right.” She sticks her tongue out, tying the piece of jewelry behind her neck. “Now get up before someone calls the cops, we both know what happens then.” She rolls her eyes and bends down, offering her hands to help him up after he situated his trousers.

“Ah-um...I-...” anxiety started reigning in his chest and head as he realized everything that had happened. He takes both her hands and she uses all her weight to pull him up. Her pull was so strong that when he stood up, he had to hold her tight to keep her from falling back. He stabilizes her, maybe a little too hard because her chest collides with his. He apologizes under his breath, releasing her hands quickly. “Don’t people buy dinner first before yanking off their pants?” He snorts, trying to make light of the situation and crossing his arms over his chest. “But then again, you stole my dinner.” 

“Are you insinuating I should take off my pants?” She asks with a smirk. 

Corpse nearly chokes on his own inhale, eyes wide as he quickly looks away.

Oh my god is she serious? “N-no!” He says, perhaps too quickly. Too loudly. His cheeks turned dark pink as he gapes at her for a moment before furrowing his brows again. He hunches his shoulders a little, doing his best to avoid those sharp hazel eyes. 

She’s pretty. Way too pretty for him and now she has him all flustered. This girl has way too much power over the agoraphobic anxiety bundle that is Corpse. 

“Oh so you’re insinuating that I should buy you dinner since I took off your pants?” She prompts, eyes narrowing with a delighted little smirk on her face. She has to be enjoying watching him squirm in embarrassment, otherwise, why would she keep asking questions like that? Of course she does. She is like every other girl in his life.

“I’m..-just...Forget it.” He mumbles, shrinking back away from her as he turns to go back inside the safety of his apartment. 

She’s probably making fun of me. Great, as if I didn’t have enough self-esteem issues already.

Before he could get inside, a hand grabs his shirt at the small of his back. “Hey, I’m just fucking with you, dude.” She says, giving the shirt’s fabric a tug. 

He turns and looks at her with wary eyes, wondering if she was trying to goad him into falling for her taunting again. But the ice in her gaze has melted and she gives him a crooked smile. “Lemme buy you dinner to pay you back. It’s the least I can do after you helped keep my ass out of jail.” She releases his shirt after a brief moment of reluctance and then offers her hand to him for a handshake. “Oh, I should introduce myself, officially this time. I’m Cora.” 

Corpse looks at her hand and carefully takes it. She has small hands and his long fingers practically engulfed hers as he shakes it lightly. He gives her his name in return and she smiles that light filled, beaming smile he remembers from the car. 

“Nice to, um- meet you, I guess.” He finds himself staring at her, unknowingly still holding her hand in his until she looks up and grins a little wider. 

“This seems like a roundabout way to hold my hand, bro. You could have just asked,you know.” She teases, but this time it felt okay, his embarrassment having faded slightly, but he still hurries to look away and release his hold on her. 

Corpse murmurs a quick apology, but before he could stick his hand back into the ripped pocket of his jeans, she takes hold of it again, tugging him forward. “Come on, lock your door. I’ll buy you something to eat. You drive though.” She lets go of his hand after a moment and, much to his surprise, he catches himself missing the warmth that it provided him while it was there. Turning, he ducked into his apartment to grab his hoodie and keys, feeling suddenly thankful he’d cleaned his car out.

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[jeontaehui]

nananananana (210331 VLIVE)

taehee bites back a grin as fans enter the live. “hello everyoneeee,” she greets softly, her cheekbones lifting into a soft smile. “i’m in the practice room once again.”

“i was just learning a dance actually, it’s my break right now so this’ll probably be short,” she mentions. “and then i turned on vlive without asking permission— well, i did ask permission after i... turned it on,” she giggles. “she’s gonna say yes anyways. no one can say no to me,” the comments section blows up after she sent a sly wink to the viewers. she knew her effect on them one way or another. 

mark lee i love you HELLO THE TITLE?? IS THIS A SPOILER???

lee donghyuck’s long hair i only entered the live but i feel like crying T—T why must she be so cute

taeyongbub taehee in the practice room is so attractive??? wth???

taehee tucks a few strands behind her ear asking, “did you guys have dinner already? have you guys eaten?”

mataechan what did taehee eat today?

hyuckschurros PIZZA !!!!

“aw, pizza? i’m craving now,” she shortly puts on a pout before a smile shows itself once again. “i haven’t eaten but i think i’ll have........ um,” taehee seems to think for a moment as she looks up the ceiling, trying to remember what jungwoo said she’d have at the dorms.

“i can’t remember,” she shrugs, proceeding to continue reading the comments.

jungwoo tehet are you going to dance again?

aussiechan TAEHEEEE !!! come home to australia :(

svtzen DREAM SPOILERS PLEASEE

“the dance that me and my teacher did today was to party favors by tinashe! i have to practice some more to get it right but i’m,” she stands up and dusts off her track pants, placing the phone on the floor in front of the mirror, “going to show you guys the part where i’m most confident in.”

she disappears as she goes to the side to play the music, and the strong beats of tinashe’s party favors fills the practice room. she adjusts her pants around her waist and runs a hand through her black hair, ruffling her bangs for a moment before getting into position.

she dances. no matter how hard-hitting the choreography is, taehee knew well how to control her own body, and gracefully yet powerfully sync her movements to the beats.

taehee marry me she’s so hot what the heck do i do

markcity i’m single for this reason only

fullsunnn THIS IS WHY WE NEED A TAEHEE SOLO ASAP !!!

from the corner of her eye, taehee sees her dance instructor imitate the part where she got the dance wrong during their practice, causing her to lose focus and burst into laughter.

ncityinthehouse everyone, the duality of miss jeon taehee

“unnie is laughing at me right now!” taehee giggles. her eyes glance to the side then back to the screen. “yes so, until there did i memorize the dance. i’ll try to post on instagram the full version of it. oh!” she claps her hands excitedly, a habit nctzens took note of before she says an idea.

“since it’s a wednesday today and! the end of the month, you guys can comment whatever you guys want me to do or any question you want to ask and i’ll answer them.”

“i’m going to scroll with my eyes closed and whatever my finger lands on will be picked,” she cutely asks if the viewers got it before briefly explaining what she just said in english.

“i’ll give you guys maybe 30 seconds? is 30 seconds enough? okay, ready and start!”

taehee bobbed her head as she counted the numbers in her head. “30! okay, i’ll close my eyes now.”

juhfahm skincare routine?

merrymark give us a phone tour :D

twiceyeon please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung !!!! <3

“from twiceyeon,” taehee reads, putting her emcee mode on. “please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung! ohh i think i’ve seen this on my recommended but i haven’t had the time to watch it— sorry, chaeyoung-ah,” she winces.

you can hear keys being tapped on taehee’s phone screen as she typed the title on youtube’s search bar. the music video appears a few seconds later and she immediately clicks on it.

“oooo dahyun-ssi is very pretty,” taehee says. her expression quickly changes when she sees the twice member use her foot as she played the piano, her hand going up to cover the giggles that escaped out of her. “this is so cool,” she beamed.

“oh sexy!” taehee exclaims after chaeyoung appeared. “i really like chaengie’s short hair.”

she compliments the set when the scene changes, a summer pool vibe replacing the vintage set-up at the intro. “the dance is cute too,” she mumbles.

she smiles at chaeyoung and dahyun’s playfulness in the music video before moving on to compliment her best friend again. “chaeyoung is seriously so pretty... whaaat!”

taehee continues to watch the rest of the video as she moves to the beat, occasionally letting out a chuckle or two at the adorableness of the duo.

“hold on,” she grabs her earphones and plugs them into her phone. “(it’s) to avoid copyright,” she smirks.

taehee finishes the music video with a grin on her face, “the music video was very cute! did they perform this on stage? i think the stage set and the fits would’ve been pretty.”

“speaking of music videos, baekhyun hyung’s new album just dropped yesterday! have you guys watched the music video?” taehee shuffles closer to the camera to read the comments. almost everyone was saying that they did, in fact, watch the music video and really enjoyed it.

“i never said this directly to him but i really am a fan of his, seriously,” she dictates. taehee breaks into a grin as she giggles again, the viewers watching how her eyes twinkled while she talked. “‘bambi’ is really great— it’s immaculate. you guys should stream the whole album and recommend it to your family and friends. baekhyunie hyung never fails to deliver (good songs).”

bbhubblegum taehee promoting baekhyun and other artists better than sm pt. 74628392

going on her phone, she mumbles, “and i really like the choreography of his songs.” there was an adorable pout to her lips as she spoke, much to the amusement of the viewers.

then she looks up from the device in her hands and her eyes hold a certain glint in them before she playfully squints. “just be quiet about this though. i am never gonna hear the end of this from him,” she shakes her head with an amused chuckle, recalling all the times baekhyun teased her and the ‘admiration’ she has for him.

“you’re my only bambi bambi,” taehee sang effortlessly. “it’s a perfect night for you,” her tone was a little softer this time.

“okay so that was our first request? dare? of the live, let’s get to the next one right away!”

taeheeroar do you listen to the neighborhood?

wooyoungification do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?

“the next one is.... wooyoungification! ooo wooyoung-ah hello,” taehee says, prolonging the last syllable of her sentence. “they asked, “do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?”

“well,” she clears her throat, furrowing her eyebrows as if she were in thought. “there are a lot of great artists out there. taylor swift is already my answer by default but,” she giggles again, “if i have to think of people outside sm, i think it’d be nice to have a collab with stray kids’ 3racha. they’re their producing unit if i’m not mistaken. it’d be fun to work with them.”

“i also had this dream of having a collaboration stage with the other dancers outside nct, like blackpink’s lisa or seulgi unnie. would you guys want that?”

midzyseason this isnt good for my gay ass

reveluvbar can taehee just take over sm

taehee hums, “i think i never mentioned it before but i wanna try doing drama ost’s too. i don’t watch as much dramas as i do before, but when i was still learning korean, they helped me so much.”

“i watched ‘guardian: the lonely and great god’ a lot and i really liked ‘stay with me’. hopefully, i can collab with punch too.”

taehee unconsciously moves her lips to the side, forming another pout and thinks again. “from sm, i think kai hyung? not counting superm, okay?” she beams.

“kai hyung and,” then a snort escapes taehee before she could even stop it, “baekhyun hyung.”

she puts a hand to her chest once she recovers from her mini-giggling fit before holding it up and swearing it was the truth. “these two were the ones that came to the top of my head, seriously.”

beansprout lolll remember when kai used to “complain” about taehee ever only talking about sehun cause he was the one she was closest to in exo when they first met ?

sodangerous it’s so touching how taehee looked up to exo while she was still a trainee and now they’re like family

taehee nods and bites her bottom lip, asking herself, “why do i feel like a youtuber?”

she smiles to someone off screen and quickly glances back to the camera, “next question!”

asteroidsung what did you get for renjun’s birthday?

“what did i get for renjun’s birthday? i just gave mine literally yesterday. i know it’s summer but i gave him a hoodie that i thought would look cute on him,” she smiles. “it was pink.”

“i was with haechanie when i bought it.”

chenlezoned hyuck said he’s gonna marry daegal next month

“hyuck’s gonna marry who now?!” taehee exclaims, “DAEGAL’S A MINOR!!!”

dreamtopia BYEEEEEEE

themissingpuzzlepiece everyone at haechan marrying daegal:❓❓meanwhile taehee: 🌋🌋⁉️

boohoohyuck sending my prayers to lee haechan

just then, taehee’s phone suddenly rings and her eyes widen at the caller id displayed on the screen. “wow, this dude’s timing is really! spot-on.”

she puts the speaker on, “donghyuck-ah, what’s this i’m hearing that you’re marrying daegal?? are you leaving me and chubs already?! oh and you’re on speaker.”

fullseun don’t you just cry on the inside when markhee calls hyuck by his real name or fullsun

you hear haechan’s boisterous laughter first before he could answer taehee’s question. “i talked about that on vlive,” he said, “where are you?”

“i’m doing vlive.”

“but it’s almost midnight.”

when taehee makes no move to answer, haechan goes, “are you in the practice room again?”

“so?” taehee answers sassily, causing the boy on the other end of the line to groan.

“noona, we talked about this already,” haechan whines. “then we can talk about it again later!” taehee shrugs exasperatedly. “noona....” the former warns, as if he was scolding a child. “i’m just on a break,” she gives in, “i’ll go home soon.”

“promise?” taehee rolls her eyes, though it was clear that she was grateful for haechan’s concern by the soft smile she held on her face. “i promise.”

taehyuckles i know i wished for a taehyuck live but this will suffice Gosh they are so cute !!!!!!

“you haven’t said hello to czennie,” taehee reminds him. “czennie, hello!!” he greets sweetly.

“anyways, i just called you because you agreed to playing a few rounds with me but i’ll just wait for you until you get home,” taehee winces at his statement. she might have forgotten. “oh right, i’m sorry. just a few more minutes?” haechan hums affirmatively from the other end.

“get home safely, noonaaa,” after they exchanged their goodbyes, taehee hangs up the call.

“yes, okay! everyone that was lee haechan on the phone with me and i think i can do,” she turns her back to look at the wall clock in the practice room, “three more comments.”

yangqied taehee’s an idol in the day, pro-gamer by night

“okay, so our next question is: are you friends with aespa? yes! i am friends with aespa,” she beamed.

“i actually saw them the day before their debut stage. my time slot in the practice room was after theirs and so we met there,” taehee recalls. “they’re very pretty! and they look cool when they danced to ‘black mamba’. i wished them luck on their debut stage,” she chuckles.

taehee closes her eyes and proceeds to swipe at the screen, “next question is... oh! i dare you to post on instagram. okay, let me find some photos and show you guys so we can all vote.”

“i’ll send them on bubble but i’ll show it here too in case you guys don’t have a subscription. that’s okay.”

markerlee tb to when taehee sent her pcs to bubble... she really said fuck capitalism !!!!

“okay, option 1: this one,” she brings her phone up to the screen, showing a picture of her with the bird filter on mac.

jisungbye I LIKE THIS ONEEE

kunniekunkun this one’s cute!!!

moloism markhee pls post ur photos with the mac filters im begging you

“orrrr this one,” she faces her phone towards the camera once more. she was sitting on the pavement with the view of the orange-pink sunset behind her, a mask concealing half of her face.

the127thsense everything just screams girlfriend material to me

deryqueen taehee, i am free this friday. i repeat, i am free this friday.

solhyuck i think you should post these as a set on instagram!

“what should i post on instagram? everyone choose between 1 or 2!” taehee tells them in korean, before switching to english. “you guys pick between the first one and the second one, and i’ll post it on instagram.”

oncezenni 2

flamboyanthyuck the second one!

ohmajesus i like the first one

iamjeno second pleaseee

“mm okay, most of you are voting for the second one so i’ll be posting that first thing tomorrow! and then i’ll just send the other one on bubble,” taehee puts her pinky finger up as she speaks, making a promise to the viewers.

“how many was that? two already?” a pout subtly makes its way on taehee’s lips and a few of her hair strands fell in front of her face, causing her to push them back as she huffed. nctzens found it adorable!

takeoffbesttrack can i kiss you.

“can you kiss me?” taehee presses her lips on the tips of her fingers before lightly tapping them on the screen. “i,” one of the corners of her mouth raises to a smirk, “kissed you.”

mahaecries GODDDD

tenvely you will be the death of me

deryqueen AGAIN TAEHEE I AM FREE THIS FRIDAY NIGHT !!!!!!!!!!

taehee giggles after seeing the comment section blow up and her dimples peek out from her cheeks.

“i’m gonna have to end this soon, guys. this is the last one, okay?”

haecity can you go live with markhyuck?

snoopyscoop do you have any more funny stories with jungwoo?

taromilktea did you see sungchan when he debuted as an emcee?

“did i go see sungchan when he debuted as emcee? nooo,” she frowns, “but i did call him on facetime.”

“he said he was nervous but i told him he’d do great! and he did, right?” taehee’s frown was quickly turned into a proud grin. “i watched a replay of it on youtube the day after. he was very cute.”

“i told him to just think of it like he was talking to us so he’s more comfortable, and he told me it helped a lot so i’m relieved,” she nods. “i sent him churros too!”

taehee shuffles closer to the camera and brings her knees close to her chest while she talks, “please support him! i know sungchanie’s glad to have received this opportunity that’s why he’s been practicing diligently.”

taehee reads a few more comments and smiles at the funny ones. the humor of nctzens never fail to make her smile. the memes they send during menpas are so hilarious that she can’t help but reply to most of them.

taeheespresident i guess she’s gonna end the live now? :(

jungwootehet it’s nearing 1 am and i still have school tomorrow...... whoops!

“i’ll have to go now guys, it was nice doing all this with you,” taehee softly mumbles.

“i like this idea of having you guys comment what you would want me to do ‘cause i’m able to connect with you guys more, i’ll try to do a live again soon.”

“the weather’s nice here in korea— well at least for me,” she chuckles, “it rained recently but it might be hot? in other places so please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water.”

“also wear your masks and keep social distancing! we’re not only trying to protect ourselves but we have to stop the spreading of it all so,” taehee gives another small smile at the camera as she reminds the people to be careful, “stay safe.”

after a few beats of silence, taehee speaks again. “okay so, until here is taehee’s nananananana live!” she sings while doing the infamous choreo of ‘go’.

empathy127 I KNEW IT WAS FROM GO !!!!

“good night! or good morning to those who are starting their day right now,” she adds, “goodnight! we’ll see you guys soon.”

taehee does her infamous ily hand gesture and winks at the camera before waving bye and ending the livestream.

#taehee.sns #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct blurbs #nct reactions #nct x reader #nct au #nct female member #nct female addition #kpop female addition #kpop female oc

[lavenderbexlatte]

frostbite

stray kids 1k words gender-neutral reader insert Reader x Kim Seungmin FLUFF/SFW

🖤 warnings: cavity risk, it’s so sweet 🖤

connect with me! / masterlist

You wonder if Seungmin will notice if you just scoot a little closer to him.

The subway seats are practically on top of each other, anyway. The two of you are almost touching, and you can feel the body heat radiating off him. It’s way too tempting.

It’s rare that Seungmin actually wants to be social after work; you go for meals and drinks with other coworkers often, but he usually prefers to retreat back to wherever he lives and disappear until Monday morning. But tonight, when you offered to take him for some quick dinner after your shared shift, he agreed.

And now here you are, side by side on the freezing-cold subway car. It’s mostly empty of the other people who keep the car warm (usually uncomfortably so), and you swear you can see your breath in the air. Even wrapped in your layers, you can’t deny it: you’re cold. But Seungmin doesn’t suffer fools well, and you know for a fact that if you said something to him, he would just tell you to wear warmer clothes next time. Since it’s winter and all.

Even so, you move a little closer to him.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” Seungmin asks, and you jump, half-expecting him to be chastising you.

“Uh,” you sputter, “I mean – whatever – do you have any ideas?”

He makes a noncommittal little noise, and leans to the side to pull his phone out of his jacket pocket. For the brief moment that he makes full contact with your hip and shoulder, you relish in the warmth, but then he’s sat upright and in his own seat again, tapping at his phone screen.

“If we get off…here…” Seungmin tilts the phone toward you and taps at a subway stop on his navigation app, “Then there’s a place that does all-day brunch? That could be fun.”

You press yourself even closer to him to peer down at the screen. “Yeah, I just want a hot meal.”

“Cold, are you?”

“Not really,” you lie, even as your poor frozen toes cry out for help inside your woefully weather-inadequate work shoes.

Seungmin glances at you like he doesn’t quite buy it, but he just nods. “Brunch it is.”

You only have a few more subway stops before you have to go back out into the even colder world above, so you shameless remain right next to Seungmin even after the phone has been stowed and the conversation is over. Your thigh is pressed against his, your shoulder nudging his shoulder. It’s all you can do not to just climb right into his lap, propriety and work relationship be damned. Not sexually, or anything. He’s just so damn warm.

The filter between your brain and your mouth fails you.

“How are you so warm?”

Seungmin looks down, very slowly, to all the places where your body meets his, taking in your very-unsubtle trembling and the way you’re worrying your hands together.

“I think the more important question is, why are you so cold?” Seungmin replies.

“I have bad circulation, it’s just-”

“And also,” he interrupts, “Why are you so close to me?”

Damn. Busted.

“I’m sorry, I just…you’re really warm,” you say helplessly.

He’s still looking at you with mild concern, like you’re someone’s child having a tantrum in public, so you move away from him slightly. You know he’s not overly affectionate, not like some of your coworkers who like hugs on special days and a hand on their shoulder when they’re addressed. Maybe you’re overstepping a bit, which makes you feel bad. The two of you are friends, or so you assume. You don’t want to cross any lines.

But then he says, “You didn’t have to move.”

You really don’t have a response to that, so you just look at your hands and try to will away the embarrassed burn in your cheeks. He doesn’t press the matter any further, and the two of you finish the ride in silence.

You didn’t have to move? What the hell does that mean?

“Our stop,” Seungmin murmurs eventually, as the next station pulls into view and lights up the subway car in dull fluorescents.

He stands, moving to lean against the wall beside the sliding door, but you stay seated until the doors open. Once you’re both in the station, however, it becomes glaringly obvious that Seungmin is going to pretend that nothing happened at all.

“It’s a little bit of a walk but it’s worth it,” he grins, as you climb the stairs up to street level. “I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” you say.

“The exercise will warm you up.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, alright, you can drop it.”

“But you’re so fun to tease.”

It’s much colder out on the street, which makes you groan inwardly. The restaurant will be warm, but the walk there might mean sacrificing some of your fingers to the elements. You tuck your hands into your pockets, hoping that it’ll be enough.

You’re being dramatic, but whatever. You like the number of extremities you have now, thanks.

“How far is it, exactly?” you ask.

Seungmin shrugs. “Maybe a couple blocks into the neighborhood? Not far.”

After two blocks of walking dutifully beside Seungmin and bundling farther into your coat, you feel a hand on your wrist where it disappears into your pocket. Seungmin is looking very determinedly away from you, but you watch his profile as he tugs your hand out of your pocket and interlaces your cold fingers with his warm ones.

You’re holding hands. With Seungmin.

Somehow, holding hands is just as intimate now as it was when you were a kid, starting to have crushes and go on little dates. Seungmin’s hands are large, his palm warm and soft against yours, and you feel distinctly put on the spot.

“What’s this for?” you ask, so hoarsely that you’re worried he didn’t hear and you’ll have to ask it again.

But Seungmin just says, “You’re cold.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t want you to get frostbite, or anything. That would really put out our dinner plans. And I want French toast,” he says, matter-of-fact.

It’s no-nonsense, no fluff and very Seungmin. You would completely believe his utilitarian excuse, if not for the way his thumb is slowly caressing the side of your hand. But you’re not about to call him out on it and ruin the moment.  

You just ignore the way he’s blushing and smiling to himself, and continue on your way.

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #kim seungmin #kim seungmin fluff #stray kids seungmin #stray kids seungmin fluff

[bruh-haikyuu]

Hey! Can I request the Seijoh teams reactions to finding out that Kyotani has a gf whose the total opposite of him? She's from another school but these hoes manage to spot them getting close behind a corner when she comes to support Kyotani at an official game or sm. Btw, I really enjoy your writing! 💖

A/N: you see,,, I deadass have this complex for delinquent-looking characters who are actually soft. Even though the chances of coming across one of those is rare, THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE ARE MY TYPE. SO THIS REQUEST REALLY WENT AND S P O K E TO ME. THANK YOU ANON FOR QUENCHING MY THIRST

cingulomania. | kyōtani kentarō

word count: 2057

warnings: some swearing!

(n.) a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

At first, Kyoutani had been your neighbor. True to everyone’s surprise, he was much shyer in person regardless of how much boys and girls in your neighborhood told you that he was a monster. You thought that he was alright.

It was when both of your parents introduced you to each other that you started to slowly build the foundation of your friendship. He’d timidly nag you to help him play volleyball and dirty your clothes when you accompanied him to check on the stray dogs by the river. You’d drag him up to your room to play pretend restaurant and ask him to pick out one of your frilly dresses to wear to a birthday party. Your differences didn’t matter to any of you. You thought that he was kind.

He was ‘Ken-chan’ to you for a rather long while until he’d snap at you to stop calling him by that nickname. You were hurt, of course. As any other 10-year old would. But you had complied to his demands, even with tears and snot streaming down your face. He had never yelled at you, not even once. So he had hugged you that day, engulfing you with his regret and affection. And that was when it started for you. You thought that he was kind of cute.

Your feelings for your childhood friend didn’t remedy as time passed; much to your chagrin, you felt that it simply multiplied. Especially as the both of you matured into your second year of junior high, when Kyoutani decided that he wanted to have his volleyball skills “known and feared throughout the prefecture”. But was there really a need for it though? You thought that he was already amazing.

In your last year of junior high, you felt a rift beginning to form between the two of you. It had become increasingly difficult to even spend time together, especially with your high school entrance exams looming over the corner. The lunch box you usually reserved for him had gone cold from being untouched for months. You had made many friends in hopes to fill the growing hole in your heart while he had made multiple… adversaries. You didn’t like making hunches, but it had seemed like Kyoutani was deliberately avoiding you. He’d run off quickly whenever he saw you and barely replied to your texts anymore. It was like he never wanted you in his life to start with. You had cried in heartbreak from the thought. You thought that he was selfish.

After what seemed like ages without contact, Kyoutani had finally called out to you, saying he wanted to talk. You were angry, seething even; you considered turning him down. This was the same boy who avoided you like a plague for months. But he was the same boy you grew up with and by the graces of your ancestors, fell in love with. You hadn’t even thought of an outcome when you accepted his invitation. It wouldn’t matter to him anyway. You thought that he was spontaneous.

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“Sorry for avoiding you,” he had said, sheepishly scratching the back of his hair. “I guess you felt a bit lonely.”

“Thanks for noticing,” your response had been ice cold that day and your frown didn’t falter.

You had agreed to talk to him by the river you used to play at. Silence dwindling between the both of you, you had watched his contorted expression reflect off the river’s waters.

“But you had been making so much friends lately, it was kind of hard for me to talk to you.”

Your frown had only deepened into a frustrated pout, “You’re one to talk! You and your volleyball. Volleyball early in the morning, volleyball late into the night. It’s always been volleyball when we were kids too, Kentarou! I didn’t want to stop you from doing what you love, but it doesn’t have to be like this either, you moron…”

Kyoutani’s lips had fallen into a flat line and his eyes wavered from yours. You had brought your knees closer to your chest and spoke again.

“I got into Wakabayashi Girls’ High School.”

“Ah, congratulations… I heard the criterias for Waka-joshi are the toughest—”

“You don’t get it!” There it was. Your string had finally snapped.

“…”

“I know we can’t be together forever. I know that! Our paths to different high schools are proof of it. But somehow I want us to,” you had muttered, slowly unlocking every defenseless part of your heart accompanied with the hot, searing tears that nearly swallowed your face whole. “I want us to be together for a really long time, Kentarou. But… but not as… not as…”

“Not as friends.”

When you had looked up to see him, he wasn’t like he was Kentarou anymore. It was like he was Ken-chan all over again. Your Ken-chan. You’d missed him so much it hurt, but you were glad he was here.

“We’re so different. You’re sociable and cute and you cry at the smallest things. And I’m just… the fucking worst.”

You hand had reached out to take his, fingers lacing with each other. “Ken-chan…”

“But I can’t help it. I hated myself for the longest time for it but I wondered if I really did have a chance with you. I wondered if you’d let me ruin this friendship of ours. Or maybe you’d hate me forever for it. But hearing you say that to me now, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Kneeling in front of you, he had taken both of your hands, eyes fixated on the small rhinestones you had pasted on your nails. Against the rough palms of his beastly hands, yours had seemed so tiny, but he couldn’t help but to notice how well it fit with the contours of hand.

“I like you, Y/N. Please go out with me.”

Just like that, Kyoutani Kentarou had offered you his entire heart. And you took it unconditionally.

Arms thrown around his shoulder, you had sobbed hysterically into his shoulder, splotches of tears staining his shirt. “K-Kentarou!”

“H-Hey, I’ll fall over! Idiot, don’t just do things like this so suddenly!” he had scolded but ultimately rested his arms around your torso as he fell into the calming lullaby of your heart. You had smiled.

You thought that he was rather silly.

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You felt like you were going to lose yourself in the crowd sooner or later.

When Kyoutani told you it was going to be “a little packed” in the Sendai City Gymnasium, you didn’t think you’d be squeezed in like a can of anchovies. You were going have to ask him to be more specific about numbers next time.

“Hey, Y/N-chan, you think Oikawa-kun will make eye contact with me from the stands?” your friend Natsumi murmured, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Nacchan, you’re lacking ambition!” your other friend Yayoi chuckled, affectionately ruffling Natsumi’s well-kept hair. “We’ve got our secret weapon Y/N on our hands. If anything, we’ll ask her boyfriend to introduce us.”

“Yayoicchi, I don’t think Kentarou would want to do something like that,” you finally chirped, having given up on trying to interpret the lousily marked venue map.

“So selfish, Y/N-chan! You guys are so different, I don’t get why you don’t just go for the cute guys,” Natsumi groaned.

“But it’s quite romantic, isn’t it? The tale of Seijoh’s beastly Mad Dog and Waka-joshi’s sparkly princess…” Yayoi swooned, her glasses nearly slipping down her face.

Just as you were about to chastise your friends for being annoying, your cell phone piped up, alerting you of a text from your “beastly” boyfriend.

From: Kyoutani Kentarou

Subject: Where are you?

10:34 AM

I’m waiting by the entrance. Hurry up. I only have a few minutes before the others find out I’m missing.

You replied with a quick “I’ll be right there!! \(-ㅂ-)/ ♥ ♥ ♥” and hurried your way through the bustling crowd.

“Y/N-chaaan! Where are you going?” Natsumi hollered.

“I’ll be back! You two find our seats, okay?”

“Hey, Y/N! Buy us some croquettes while you’re at it!” Yayoi echoed, her voice drifting away with the background.

When the cool breeze of the spring air kissed your face, you felt your shoulders lighten—it was beyond your imagination, but you survived the rampaging influx of people in the gym.

It didn’t take long for you to identify a lanky, scary-looking boy tucked away into a secluded corner of the gym’s field. Approaching him carefully, you felt him flinch violently under your grasp when you wrapped your arms around his torso as a surprise.

“Kenta~rou!”

“Y/N! Don’t do shit like that!” Kyoutani scolded, turning around in your embrace to pull at your cheeks in annoyance. “I could’ve punched you by accident or something.”

“Kentarou, stop pulling at my cheeks,” you grumbled, hands flying to his wrists to unsuccessfully pry him off your springy face. “If you’re going to punch me, then punch me out of love~”

“No way. You’re weird.”

“Don’t be cruel. I came here to watch you play,” you pouted, crossing your arms in mock frustration. “It was super hard to ask for permission from the teachers and my parents to come here right after school ended, you know!”

Kyoutani nodded solemnly, giving your head a few gentle pats before finding interest in your shoes. “I see. Sorry for all the trouble and thanks for coming, I guess.”

You gave him a pleasant smile, enough to make him hear angels singing in the horizon. “It’s okay, Ken-chan. Do your best today, alright?”

“Y-yeah.”

Leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, you were stopped in motion when a shrill cry broke the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Yoohoo, Mad Dog-chan! We’re done registering, so let’s—Oh?”

Kyoutani tensed up against your skin. Ah, it was him. The elusive captain of the Aoba Johsai Volleyball Club. Heartthrob Oikawa Tooru, accompanied by every other senior Kyoutani had been so dead-set on avoiding just for this moment.

“Ain’t that the Wakabayashi Girls’ High uniform?” Matsukawa said, eyeing your uniform intently.

“Ah, that’s right!” you exclaimed. You had completely forgotten to change out of your uniform when you hurriedly chased the bus to the gymnasium.

Placing his hand beneath his chin in a display of wonder, Oikawa flashed you a grin that was sure to make Natsumi and Yayoi green with envy. “So, what’s a pretty Waka-joshi princess like you doing out here with our Mad Dog? Are you his relative? Or maybe his friend? Or perhaps—”

“Don’t.” Kyoutani stressed, teeth bared in defense. “Let’s just go already.”

Sighing in defeat, Oikawa complied, only once turning back around to simply wink at you and say, “I hope you’ll be cheering for me, Himesama-chan~”

You shivered in disgust. Now you were certain why Kyoutani wanted to evade him at all costs.

Once you were sure Kyoutani’s seniors were gone way past the corner, you called out for your boyfriend again.

“One more thing, Kentarou.”

“What is it now?”

Giving him a light peck on his chapped lips, you grinned when he stared at you with eyes as wide as saucers. “Good luck.”

At that exact moment, you thought that he looked a bit like an excited Corgi.

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“She kissed him!”

“Be quiet, Oikawa, he’ll hear us,” Iwaizumi hissed, craning his neck a little further in hopes to get a clearer view of your romantic escapade.

“I’ll bet you this week’s ramen that he scared her into dating him or something,” Hanamaki said, eyebrows furrowing deeply. “There’s no logical way. She’s just so fluffy and cute and he… Nah, man! It just doesn’t add up like that.”

“Lucky, he’s just lucky. Maybe he drew some kind of crazy fortune on New Years’.”

“I want crazy fortune like that too, we’re going to need it to win against Shiratorizawa this year.”

“Makki, you’re asking for too much. Luck comes from hard work too, you know.”

“Hey, if you think about it… We’re third years who spend our days playing and thinking about volleyball; it’s like we’re married to it or something,” Matsukawa pondered aloud. “Even Kyoutani has a cute girlfriend to balance it all out. At some point, aren’t we kind of…”

The third years sighed, shoulders slumping, realization dawning across their features.

“Lame.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani kentarou x reader #kyoutani kentarou imagine #kyoutani kentarou scenario #aoba johsai x reader #sfw #bruh haikyuu writing #kyoutani x reader #kentarou x reader

[barnesandco]

AYESHA!! Can I request, "their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them?" For any character you feel inspired to write for!

The Pay Off

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: brief mention of therapy and allusions to Bucky’s recovery after Hydra.

A/N: This.. got wildly out of hand.... and really, really wordy. I love these prompts and I want to write all of them while my WIPs stare at me feeling betrayed.

Like sunshine honey, the woman who has been sitting two seats down from Bucky at the library for the past four months, with a smile the ambience of New York dawn aimed unguarded at the book in your lap. He’s spoken a grand total of 37 sentences to you in that time, each one laden with the weight of this new existence he is carving out for himself, softly, a breakfast knife through butter. Every interaction with you -- every stolen glimpse up from his own space magazine -- leaves his throat parched but prickling with that sensitive heat that makes him want to thirst more. Like the tingle of salt after ocean water. 

Wetting his lips, he tries to refocus on the page in front of him. It details the scientific contributions of the Hubble Space Telescope, with a colorful side-box about the Nancy Grace Roman, who pioneered the notions of sending telescopes into space to unearth its secrets. The magazine is one from a neat stack to his right, a treasure of information he gathered to go through when he arrived today, but he isn’t making the amount of progress to finish reading by closing time.

Every Avenger has made a comment on getting a library card, to no avail. Sam’s information, Steve’s offer to do it in Bucky’s stead, Natasha’s suggestions of giving a fake name, and Wanda’s kind offer to come with him if he doesn’t want to do it alone, along with Tony’s centenarian-themed jokes and Shuri’s gift of a Kindle containing every book she could buy, have all been politely refused and tolerated in turn. Initially, it was because he likes it at the library. It’s the quietest place he has, and is coming to claim as another safe space. An escape. Now, however, there is a new variable he does not want to introduce to the team.

The woman who sits two seats down from him. You come her every afternoon, a book bag in one hand and a gigantic tote full of Lord-knows-what in the other, both dumped on the table before you go to find a book. He’s close enough to smell watermelons and strawberries, pink, sweet-summer things, reminders of a blueberry sky and sugary lemonade, memories he doesn’t remember having but can taste in the heavy air between them. It had taken him two weeks to discover that the scents were coming from the markers that he saw peeking out from the tote, stationary behaving the same way certain books do, enabling him to live a life he has never had.

Your life is a mystery to him, but he guesses at it, reading you. A rainbow of stray marker lines litters your hands almost perpetually, coming alive when they move rapidly as you check books, sometimes chuckling softly at a particular sentence. Once, he caught a Cheese Whiz stain on your cable-knit cuff, and at another occasion, saw you. Bucky is often overcome by the feeling of sonder at the realization that the clues he is gluing together make for a complex life, a marvel of an individual. There is guilt too, for his curiosity. But your eyes, even looking down, are captivating, and he is too far gone to stop. 

The idea of asking you out, of engaging in conversation beyond the moments of stranger familiarity, scares him still. Last time you spoke was when you laughed aloud at the set of examples one particular student had given for an assignment on sensory details. Zachary, age 11, had written that cow poop was a smell he did not like, sending his library companion into brilliant, bubbling laughs that you cut off too soon when you remembered where you were. At that point, you had looked around to see if anyone noticed, and spotting him, offered an apology he had rejected, on the condition that you share the joke. And you did.

But initiating the moment takes something more than what he has right now. His hands, mismatched and cold from the table, empty and longing, shut the magazine.

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The courage arrives on a Thursday. An ordinary day, by all accounts, only Bucky is on his fourth week of actual therapy, and got to the library through the subway, instead of Steve’s motorbike. Small victories fill his chest.

Only, you aren’t there when he gets in, and he panics. Fear and disappointment wrestle for a spot in his belly, claiming a tie in knots and weights, as he paces through the aisles of shelves in what he hopes is an unsuspicious speed. Giving up hope, he’s returning to his seat, head bowed, dismayed, when something collides against his side.

It’s you. A hurricane of movement with a slushie in one hand, your eyes also on the floor, and you crash against him with a shriek too late to save either of you. The slushie, cold and blue, spills out and lands on both of you, as you tumble, hands on Bucky’s elbows while his are on yours as he pulls you down, and you land in a heap of ice-water and sticky saccharine snow, a warm weight on top of him.

The library goes silent, for a breath, and then, when the shock lifts, two librarians come rushing from around some hidden corners, by which time you and Bucky have composed yourselves enough to stand and start to apologize profusely in cut-off sentences and shaky stutters. The slush is sinking through his clothes but there is a flush in his cheeks, and somehow, looking at your beautiful face, he has never been warmer.

When the slushie has been cleaned up with rags -- his hand is starting to shiver -- he stands with more sorry on his tongue, but you say, with a grin, “I guess you really fell for me, huh?”

The quip is surprising, but he laughs. Looks between your now-blue blouse and his inky t-shirt, and makes the leap. “Maybe I can get you another drink to make up for it.” And the pleased shock on your mouth, lips parted slightly and breath still recovering, is worth every step and fall it took to get to that one line.

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It goes well. He won’t call it a date, in spite of everyone else’s juvenile cooing and teasing when he leaves the Compound on a Saturday evening in his car. It’s a 70s Mustang, body the color of his old Commandos coat, and the interior a shiny black lined with golden stitching and accents. Royal and his very own. Turning towards the neighborhood you live in, he recalls the months it took to restore the damn thing, the last weeks of which were spent practically living in the garage, breathing on the anticipation of this monstrous achievement.

Queens is neon lights and family-owned delis, the scent of tacos mingling with that of curries, and there’s a different language in each window front. You said you lived in an apartment a couple of stories above a Vietnamese bar. 

You’re exiting just as he gets out of the car, and it takes a moment to catch his breath. In jeans and a silk shirt, you are the sun, and he cannot wait to get to revel in your warmth for at least one evening. 

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It goes well. With the exception of nerves he can’t rid himself of but rather ignores, everything is perfect. You had enjoyed his handmade picnic in Central Park, and his disgruntled commentary on how things used to be when you got stuck in traffic on the way back. His imitations of Steve and Tony had you in stitches, after which you had fed him Doritos from a packet he did not know was in the glove-box. 

Smooth sailing, soft as cream and just as gentle, the night, until you get back. It is late, and the lights are starting to flicker out of shop windows, and you go a little bit quiet, discontinuing the steady stream of chatter you have been maintaining with him. 

Something is in the air. Something sparking with promise. It hushes your voices and tightens his throat and has his hand trembling when he opens his door and then yours to let you own. You stand in the pale glow of the corner streetlamp, and his hands are in his pockets like he’s sixteen again, wanting to kiss a girl but unsure how to go about it.

Fortunately for him, you’re not a girl. You’re a woman. Made from electric fire and whatever strength that holds the cotton clouds in the sky, luminous and wondrous. 

“I know that was a bit more than a drink, so thank you for agreeing to this,” he says, meeting your eyes.

Your finger is tracing the face of your watch absently as you smile at him. “I had a great time.”

“Really?” Bucky blurts out, and then hurries to suspend the disbelief.

The answer you give him has his heart doing somersaults. “Yeah. I’d actually love to do this again if you feel the same.”

“Of course. Yes, obviously.” He puts a brake on his train of speech, explains as he walks a little closer to you, close enough to count your eyelashes. “I’m sorry, I haven’t been on a date in 80 years, and I’m a little rusty, but--”

Like the event that started it all, your first kiss is a crash. You lean up slowly and he has time to stop you but he doesn’t. He lets you kiss him and freezes, from head to toe, upon the feeling of your soft lips. Stopping within seconds, you lean back, sheepish, ready to back away and run, he’s certain. His head clears, he thinks a little straighter. 

“Sorry, will you let me try that again?” He asks, clearing his throat, and you lift your hand to hold his. 

The warmth of your hold envelopes the back of his human hand, and twists your grip so your fingers are intertwined, so much more surface area to gain heat and the motivation to seek further touch from. “If you stop saying sorry, sure.”

He closes his eyes before you do, and this time, the meeting of your lips is soft. A kiss, not a crash, an elegant collision of mouths and shared wants. In a few breaths of movement, as your other hand rises to his hair and his holds your waist, you come closer, and Bucky grows breathless. The kiss lasts for what feels like minutes too long and hours too short at the same exact time, as you break away with a gasp for air that has pride blooming under his sternum. 

Eyes shining, he hopes he’ll get to do that again. As you kiss his cheek and turn to your door, he looks forward to sitting two seats closer to you on Monday.

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8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? (I'm curious about this for Bertrum and Lacie, but I'd also love to hear it for your take on Tom if that's alright!)

Lacie grew up feeding stray cats, playing with the neighborhood dogs and regularly visiting the nearby farm’s horses and cows. She never had any pets herself, but she certainly loves and respects animals of all kinds. Except for maybe her cranky neighbor’s annoying, yappy dog.

I mentioned her habit of collecting insects here, but she’s equally happy to catch a lizard or garter snake that wanders onto her work sites and show it off before taking it to the safety of a nearby bush or tree.

Bertrum has a general respect for animals, but he’s a little more picky about the ones with which he interacts. He shares Lacie’s fondness for horses since a lot of his childhood mornings included petting the carriage horses that stood idle in wait for their drivers. But he has the biggest soft spot for birds! Feeding the local pigeons in the park on nice days and from his porch on the wetter days was an evening ritual that he took part in since young adulthood and any pigeon in distress would be swiftly scooped up and cared for. It isn’t terribly unusual for Lacie, carrying a praying mantis or large butterfly, to encounter Bertrum with a pigeon in need of care, swaddled safely in his vest.

I think Tom is a dog guy! I have not quite thought through his history yet, but he certainly comes off to me as the type who would have an incredibly loyal, fluffy and friendly big dog. Every day upon leaving the studio, entering his home means he’s immediately greeted by his faithful old hound, waiting for his attention which he immediately provides with a big hug and a hello.

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