#smack that rude brain with facts and reason

[legolasghosty]

I love all the celebrity fake dating prompts! So hard to choose just one but how about for willex, the prompt: wearing each others clothes publicly to 'keep up the image'

And reason: To tick off a certain group that has been being jerks lately. (My brain instinctively thought to piss off the homophobes and stick it to the “fans” who refuse to believe that he is gay, but that is optional!)

- @beencryingfor25years

Hehehehe hello @beencryingfor25years, thanks for the prompt!!! The holidays have been a little nuts, so sorry for the delay, but here it is!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alex asks, bracing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder so his hands are free.

"Duh," Willie answers on the other end of the call. "This is like dating 101. Honestly, it would be more suspicious if we didn't."

"But this looks ridiculous on me," Alex insists, tugging at the fabric that keeps brushing against his abdomen.

Willie laughs and Alex is glad it's not a video call. At least this way Willie can't see how Alex's cheeks are warming at the sound. Why did he decide to do this again?

"You're just not used to it," Willie responds. "Shoot me a picture, I'm sure it looks fine. Or just ask Julie, she'll smack some sense into you."

Alex sighs. "Fine, one second," he says. He removes the phone from his ear and flips over to the camera. It only takes a moment to snap a photo of his reflection, but that's a moment longer than Alex wants to be looking at himself. "There, happy?" he asks after he sends it.

There isn't a response at first. Oh no, Alex thinks. It must be just as bad as he thinks and Willie is trying to figure out how to tell him without being rude, because that's the kind of sweet person they are. But honestly, the tan and blue shirt that looks so nice on them just doesn't suit Alex as well. It's so awkward, even with the high waisted jeans Julie told him to wear with it.

"Alex, you look amazing," Willie says finally. Something in his tone sounds odd though, but not like he's lying. Alex can't put his finger on it. But it's definitely something.

"You sure?" he questions instead of pointing it out. "You can tell me if it looks bad, I won't be offended or anything."

"No seriously, dude, you look great!" Willie exclaims. Alex can almost picture their wide grin and the sparkle in their eyes when they're hyping him up for stuff. "Honestly, you look better in it than I do."

"That's a stretch," Alex responds, chuckling. "But fine. And fair's fair, now you gotta show me yours."

Willie giggles and Alex feels his heart speeding up again. Honestly, he should have asked someone less... incredible than Willie to be his fake boyfriend. Because this has only brought them closer together, and curse Alex and his everlasting curse of falling for guys that are totally out of his league.

But honestly, how could anyone not fall for Willie, at least a bit. He's funny and sweet and has a mischievous streak that terrifies and excites Alex in equal parts. Plus the fact that they're basically the prettiest person Alex has ever met. And the two of them have a lot in common, despite the fact that Alex is a pop-rock drummer and Willie is a gaming streamer. Even though they've been sort of friends for almost a year after a rather awkward run in at a convention, and pretend dating for just over two months, they still haven't run out of things to talk about.

So yeah, Alex has maybe developed a crush on his fake boyfriend. Which is a problem.

His phone buzzes in his hand, pulling him out of his head.

"There ya go, hotdog," Willie says.

Alex opens the message and... okay he is not having feelings about Willie in his favorite pink hoodie. He isn't. But Willie took more than a second on his picture. The selfie shows Willie in their gaming chair, dark hair loose around their shoulders, his legs pulled up and crossed even though the arms of the chair get in the way. And the light pink fabric of the hoodie in question is covering his torso in a way that is entirely too attractive for something that Alex has worn to bed a million times. Alex is 99% sure that if he actually walked in on Willie wearing that in person, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kiss them.

"Well?" Willie asks. "How do I look?"

Alex clears his throat, suddenly realizing how long he's been staring at the photo. "Um, it looks great, very, uh, boyfriend-y."

"Well this hoodie does seem to be made of boyfriend material," Willie teases after a second. "Gonna piss off some homophobes for sure."

"Perfect," Alex responds, laughing. "I mean, what's the point in this if we don't?" Which is something he has to remember himself...

"Alex, we gotta get going!" Reggie calls from outside of Alex's bedroom. "Quit flirting with your faux-boo and let's go!"

"One sec," Alex yells back. "Sorry, I've got to go," he says into the phone. "Content Day calls."

"Yeah I gotta prep for stream in a few anyways," Willie sighs. "But good luck!"

"You too, I'll hop on to watch for a bit if I have a break," Alex promises.

"You spoil me, baby," Willie responds. "Talk to you later!"

"Bye, Willie," Alex answers, ignoring the flush in his cheeks at the pet name as he disconnects the call.

Reggie gives him a smirk when he joins the rest of the band in the living room of their apartment, but Alex just shakes his head. Now is not the time to talk about his crush. They pile into Alex's van and head for their favorite cafe.

----------

A few hours later, Alex has almost managed to put the image of Willie in his hoodie out of his mind. But he has a minute to himself while Luke and Reggie are filming a little studio tour, so he pulls up Willie's stream on his phone. And... well. Yeah.

Alex.exe has stopped working.

Willie is playing some new farming sim at the moment and getting hopelessly lost on the map. He's laughing at the conflicting directions he's getting from the chat and Alex wants to be there beside him, enjoying that rush of joy in person.

Willie must recognize his username on the chat log, because he breaks off midsentence. "Hey, Lexi, you're here! Everyone, my boyfriend has decided to grace us with his presence for a few minutes, be nice."

The chat immediately goes wild and Alex can't help but laugh at some of the comments. He types out a quick hello message, then adds that he probably can't stay long.

"No worries, babe, I know you have your big fancy music job to do," Willie responds. "But I'm glad you're here. Anyways, does anyone know where I can find the blacksmith?!"

"You should talk to him."

Alex nearly falls off his chair onto the floor at the voice just behind him. He turns to see Julie looking down at him with a bit of a smirk, two bottles of water in her hands.

"What?" he says, trying to remember if he's forgetting some content thing.

"Willie," she clarifies. "It's pretty obvious you like him for real, and it sure looks to me like he likes you too."

"What, no, they're like..." Alex stammers. "I mean, Willie is way out of my league. He doesn't like me like that. It would just make things weird."

"Please, you're like a solid 10," Julie responds, smacking him on the shoulder with one of the bottles. "And they have a massive crush on you, it's so obvious."

"Their a good actor," Alex points out with a shrug. "It's a fake relationship, we're supposed to look like we're in love."

"Okay but you also stay up way too late texting," Julie counters. "And he knows your allergies even better than Luke, who has known you since before you knew about all of said allergies. You two have memorized each others' coffee orders, sensory icks, and medication schedules. I'm pretty sure he likes you back."

Alex sighs. When she puts it like that, it seems so simple. But...

"Don't give me that look," Julie adds. "Just talk to them."

"Fine," Alex groans. "I'll try."

"Andddd, here, in his natural habitat, we have the elusive drummer boy," Luke cuts in, bursting through the green room door with Reggie on his heels with the camera.

Alex heaves a more dramatic sigh. "Sue me for wanting a break from you weirdos," he teases, taking the water Julie offers him. "Are you almost done?"

"Just about!" Reggie answers.

"Then I'm going to go check my sticks," Alex tells them, disconnecting from the stream on his phone and heading for the studio.

He has to admit he's a bit distracted for the rest of the day though. Does Willie actually like him back? Is that even possible?

Only one way to find out, he decides during dinner.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas answers asks #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #fake dating #look they're idiots #but they're in love #and they'll sort themselves out #also they are both fully gay panicking over the other in their clothes #in case that wasn't obvious #Alex goes over to Willie's the next day and admits his crush #Willie is a bit startled #cause they're both oblivious idiots #but then they talk it out and get together for real #and have to celebrate 2 anniversaries forever #one public and one private #cause most people think they started dating like 3 months earlier than they actually did

[delirious-donna]

Okay but like imagine himbo Kiba being all worried about his girlfriend when he can smell blood on her one day and the poor woman would have to explain to him that she did not in fact get injured on a mission and is just on her period.

This man would insist she’d go to see Tsunade or Sakura before the idea of menstruation would even come to his head and I’m here for it😭

Anon, this is so cute and sweet.

Kiba is just the right kind of himbo king to have this kind of reaction (╥﹏╥) he just loves you so much, but yeah, brain cells are not his specialty…

Kiba Fluff

It was late, the moon was your only source of light as you trudged towards your boyfriend’s apartment.

You had waved goodbye to your teammates and wished them goodnight, all whilst you had craved Kiba’s soft bed and warm embrace.

The key was nestled beneath the plant pot - the one currently devoid of life and only filled with dried earth.

Akamaru was the first to greet you - whining and licking at you as you wrestled him into the hallway.

“I missed you too buddy, but sssh - it’s late!”

You were bone tired and a little dirty but completely unharmed. You decided it was more important to sleep than shower.

Kiba groaned as you wriggled under his arm, fitting yourself against his broad chest and sighing contentedly. His musky, entirely masculine scent invaded your nose, body heat seeping into your torso in the best way possible and his lips pressed firmly against your cheek.

“Welcome home baby,” he mumbled sleepily. His arms coiled around your waist, eliminating any distance between your bodies, “you ‘kay?”

“I’m all fine now, the mission was a cakewalk. Now go back to sleep,” you whispered back.

The answering snores made you smile, he really was adorable, even if he did refuse to believe he snored.

You were exactly where you wanted to be, pulled under the surface into a blanket of warmth and love. It only took seconds for your eyes to become so heavy that it was impossible not to succumb to slumber.

You were rudely awakened to two strong hands shaking your shoulders, rolled to flat on your back as Kiba’s amber eyes loomed large. He appeared panicked as you tried to break his hold, whining and struggling to return to the warmth of the blankets he had unceremoniously ripped for you.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

He was pulling at the t-shirt you had borrowed from his drawer, a hand smoothing over your stomach and sides. Trying to turn you to examine your back, shifting to run his gaze along your bare legs.

“Kiba!”

You were starting to get mad, what the heck was he doing? Akamaru ran in circles beside the bed as you struggled to sit up. You slapped at his hands, fighting against the way he was manhandling you and ripping you away from precious sleep.

“What the actual fuck you maniac?” you yelled, scowling at the hurt expression etched on his tanned face.

His eyebrows scrunched together, the fiery flecks of gold in his eyes sparkled in the low morning light and the tips of his fangs sunk into his lower lip. The curve of his smile was missing as he gripped your jaw in a strong palm.

“Where is your injury y/n, I need to know so I can help.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, your mission had been an escort job with absolutely no drama. The most you had succumbed to was tripping over a loose pebble and nearly faceplanting into the dirt.

“Kiba,” you tried to reason with him, “I’m not injured, I swear it to you!”

“Don’t lie, I can smell your blood. It’s so potent like it’s sitting on my tongue,” he downright bellowed.

A shiver ran up your spine, he could smell your blood?

Realisation hit you smack between the eyes, mortified beyond belief at the truth of what he sensed.

Your cheeks burned a brilliant crimson, hands lifting to hide your face as Kiba huffed through his nose. He pulled you into his lap and you tried desperately to wriggle away, scared of leaving marks on his pyjama pants.

“Stay still and explain,” he scolded.

This close up you were reminded of the cute smattering of freckles that bridged his nose, the clan markings prominent on his cheeks and the sharp angles of his jaw.

“I’m - I’m not hurt. My period has arrived, that’s all.”

His eyes widened for a second before he frowned once more. You could practically see the cogs turning in his brain, your beloved might be the sweetest, most caring guy in the world but he was not blessed with smarts.

He deposited you into the bed and covered you over with the discarded blankets before standing to his towering height.

“Akamaru, make sure y/n doesn’t leave this room. I’m going to get Sakura right now. You need treatment.”

You gaped like a fish out of water, you were being held hostage by your boyfriend and his mammoth hound because he didn’t believe your period had arrived?

He had flown from the room before you could yell and beat your fists against his chest. Kiba was a damn idiot and you expected that Sakura would beat the shit out of him for this… but what could you do?

Kiba, your adorably idiotic boyfriend.

#delirious answers #kiba fluff #kiba inuzuka #he ain’t too bright #himbo king Kiba #lovely anon #Kiba drabble

[bitbrumal]

                                                   QUESTION    ↤  @galactia​  ::  👫 + our ship & i’ll give you 4 facts  ↩

       ‘👫 (Zhong and Kaeya? ;D)’

i hate u ( affectionate ) for sending me this bc istg i TRIED to just write 4 snappy points but kaeya’s everything in response to zhongli is so juicy i kept writing whole posts on his psyche. i cut that shit & it’s still long as balls. this could have been about goddamn pancakes but i wanted to dig deeper & then it went too deep & now-

I.

kaeya goes out of his way to have possessions, tokens, or even parts of zhongli to physically entwine with him especially in his absence. the man’s generous in his affections, but the distance between them is generous too. whether it be braiding brown & gold into his own blue, voluntarily gifted- donning the fine robe zhongli had gifted him around christmas- piercing his ear a second & third time to wear cor lapis as close to inside him as is medically reasonable.          yes he eyes zhongli’s personal possessions when he’s over. yes he leaves his own most intimate ones when he leaves.

II.

although kaeya’s never bothered to learn to love anything, he’s so enamoured that he will try his best to enjoy bamboo shoot soup. it’s just... he hates bamboo.

III.

frequently breaks his brain over what to gift zhongli, & is RomanticTM enough to feel like,,, maybe to a man who sees how feral & rotten hollow he is about the concept of ‘love’... perhaps his heart is finally a fitting gift?           but then that seems stupid, so kaeya silently makes use of his inheritance & designs something achingly lovely. its weight & texture will be pleasant to the touch; the picture it makes a delight for the eyes. kaeya’s incredibly embarrassed about the wall of but i want my heart to be the gift he wants that continually gets in the way of any of these feats. just seems a bit rude to consider that burnt out husk of a heart an appropriate return gift.

IV.

zhongli’s endless dignity is the feathery lure to kaeya’s naughty, shameless cat behaviour. he gives exactly zero fucks about the man / god’s reputation--( since he’s fully convinced he can handle whatever's thrown at him anyway )--& will proceed to drag his own through the mud by smacking the man’s ass when he’s in the middle of a conversation, climbing him like a tree as they stroll through the market, snuggling up to him like a well-fed alley cat, & generally be affectionate in all the silly physical ways better suited to privacy.                    naturally, he has no intentions of actually crossing any real boundaries - just the ✨annoying✨ ones~~.

[ classified redacted essay under the cut. ]

I.

zhongli brings him a sense of belonging that outstrips the cold, horrible confidence that he’ll always be allowed back with his first ‘family’. a kindness that is fair, just, & lacks the blind willingness to sell himself cheap that diluc had had as a boy ( & possibly still has ). he brings an authority to the table that is more competent & dignified than varkas’, or all the current captains manning the ship in his wake combined. warmer than diluc by being less intense- & cold in warmth’s excess -than heat. more tempered--              hasn’t drawn a blade on him, fine, we’ll say it.        he comes with a stability that kaeya has never experienced - a sort of security that no doubt comes in part from his faux endlessness. but it’s the way he goes about being a person that grants someone in his company all these boons. it’s a shockingly ravenous thing. hadn’t known it could be this luxurious- just being around someone. is it less shallow for being more personal? or can he not say he loves him deeply, hah.

kaeya, in comparison, is only beneficial to be around when under duress. his qualities are mainly feigned so as to be wanted around long enough to do some benefiting himself. he tries very hard not to do that around zhongli unless he’s been too much of a bore. depression is a buzz kill.

II.

there is a special way zhongli clicks into his trauma & unlocks it, lets it flow freely 'away’. because much of kaeya’s terror toward him is direct. it’s morax he’s afraid of; one of celestia’s approved archons, one of those who fought in the war ( even if kaeya has apparently, deliciously / gratefully, misunderstood how )... all his life kaeya has been terrified because he now lives within the ‘eye of the seven’ or whatever. it could not be confronted with absent barbatos... even if kaeya after a few years deliberately went to a statue of him to see if he would, perhaps, be punished for existing some more.                  but zhongli not only allowed him to face & process his terror, he... despite kaeya having definitely not earned himself any points with a gentle, self-deprecating tone - by being forgiving, by blaming himself, by making it easy for rex lapis... being charming, being nice, being manipulative-

            he was allowed to hate & grieve & claw.

zhongli could have done actually anything. & continues to be able to. but does not. & not only is that true, but he makes a massive fucking point out of it.            kaeya never asked to be healed. he wanted to be dealt with, to be done with it all. if he had to fear something he had no hope at all to control- kill me or yield to me. the dragon does neither,..     fairly, kindly, honestly. wouldn’t stand for false accusations but stood for anything else-

the best man he’s ever met is a god & he’s furious about it. or perhaps, perhaps he’s just- perhaps this is another kind of passion. ah, yes -- all that hatred ( & boy is there hatred ) transmuted into love. recontextualised by the mind yet, stemming from the same generous part of the brain.

           it is the strongest emotion kaeya can give,                & it is breathtaking to be proud to gift it to him.

        my condemner, love me whole.

III.

kaeya is a little worried he’s just met a god so kind he’s... in a relationship founded on pity. but zhongli continues to be kind & open, & while it is impossible not to doubt - it is shockingly hard to have no reason to believe in something far too good to be true.

          it’s just that kaeya trusts in vulnerability & cruelty,     & the balance makes some sense. he could be strung along for a greater payoff later -- but kaeya has met one other impossibly kind man. even if they no longer speak. diluc made it possible at all for him to believe something like this, but that’s not anywhere near enough. zhongli-

#galactia #kaeya ✦ galactia #hc ✦ kaeya

[demialwrites]

For no real reason, I wrote about what might happen if the Turks found my fanfic (or yours?) printed out and anonymously distributed. Felt a bit cringe but it was fun to write

You keep your face covered by the small stack of white paper. Mustering your best confused expression, you do your best to keep your hand from shaking. You pretend to read. But you've already read every word. You were the one who wrote it.

Tseng is at his desk. Reno and Rude sit opposite the coffee table, and you're sitting next to Rude. They're all boring holes with their eyes into their own paper. The rest are all over the table. Rude turns the paper sideways, checking if that helps his comprehension.

Tseng's forehead is resting against his hand as he looks down at the words on the page. It's a mix of concern and disgust, with a frown so deep you're concerned it'll stay there permanently.

"I'm not even into this!" Reno insists angrily to the room, waving the papers.

"On what planet are people even into this?" Tseng agrees.

"Yes, this is...just...awful," says Rude.

"What?! You're barely in here!" Reno smacks his share of the papers, the sound which makes you turn pale just like said paper.

"I think this person might not know about me. I'm not in any of these. And it's mostly men." You say it awkwardly as hell but it's the truth.

"Noooo, there's some about that chick Tifa and plenty about that Ancient, here, too." Reno gags, adding, "Even Cloud wears a dress in some."

At the mention of Tifa, Rude starts slowly and slyly checking the other sheets.

"What I don't understand," Tseng says thoughtfully, "is who this 'Reader' is. We'll be in trouble if someone has inside information."

"The board will eat us alive," groans Reno.

Rude plucks one of the sheets from in front of you.

Tseng looks up from the papers spread across his desk. "I'm going to inform the president. This may be a serious breach of security."

Every word Tseng speaks tenses your body little by little. He may be observant enough to tell who wrote these stories. Or maybe not. He has a lot on his plate already. At his declaration of bringing the president into this, you shoot up to your feet.

"We should burn it!" You shout too loudly. You had copies in encrypted folders on your personal computer, anyway.

"Why?" Reno asks suspiciously.

"Because, uhh, it's disgusting?"

"True," says Tseng.

That hurts but you don't dare a say a single word. Before Tseng can leave, his landline starts ringing. He picks up the receiver.

"Yes, Mr.-"

You can't hear anything on the other line. In fact, the absence of a raised voice is chilling. Tseng is blinking and agreeing with what Rufus is saying. "Yes, Sir," he says softly, placing the receiver in its cradle. "The president is...displeased."

"You mean he's pissed," hisses Reno.

"I don't see the problem," Rude quietly says beside you.

"Because!" Reno leans across the coffee table and snatches the paper out of his partner's hands. "You found the Tifa ones! Didntcha?"

Rude acts shocked. His pride won't let him be seen wrestling them back so he resigns himself to glancing at other sheets.

Five minutes later, the four of you are lined up in front of President Shinra's desk. You're grateful Elena is busy elsewhere, even if you like her energy. She would have been louder than Reno and you couldn't take it right now.

Rufus is telling you all that he wants you to find the 'traitor' so he can turn their brain over to Professor Hojo for analysis. You scramble to head this off, but casually.

"I...don't think they'll admit to anything if we threaten their life," you suggest cautiously.

He frowns at you before continuing, and you're aware of a bead of sweat at your temple. "Scarlett has become insufferable. She's handed out her favourites to her whole department, calling them 'educational materials.' And productivity is down 60% company-wide," he says, waving his hand over the desk.

"Company-wide!? E-e-everyone is reading these, S-sir?"

"Yes."

You must look ready to pass out because Rude squeezes your shoulder in reassurance. Maybe your next fanfic should be about Reader melting into the floor and dripping down to the next level of the tower, never to be heard from or seen again.

"Do we have any clues as to who this is, Sir?" Rude volunteers.

Rufus picks through his own copies on his desk. He pulls one up. "We know they either have a vagina..." He picks up another. "Or a penis."

Reno starts coughs loudly.

Tseng steps forward to keep the conversation on track. "The problem is not the theme, it's the confidential information hidden inside." You silently curse the level of realism in the writing. He continues, "This person must be caught and stopped."

"What if they wanted to stop now and that's why they distributed these?" You ask.

Reno leans towards you. "You sound awfully defensive of this weirdo."

You open your mouth to defend yourself.

"Tell you what," interrupts Rufus, pointing at you all. "If you find this person, I'll let them go if they promise to stop writing this nonsense. And...if they can go four rounds with Reno like in this one." He holds up a particularly thick set of paper.

You blush, while Reno shouts, "Four?!"

"You read the whole thing, Sir?" asks Rude.

"It was riveting." He smiles but his tone is mocking.

Reno is muttering expletives to himself and repeating the phrase "four rounds."

"Reno!" You nudge him. "Be serious!"

Ah, but you were too bold.

"Be serious?! You wrote it!" He jabs a finger in your horrified face. "That's right. We knew!"

"No!" you shout in protest but you can't sound convincing anymore.

"You gave a good performance," congratulates the president.

Dropping the act, the others react to the illicit material written about them. Tseng looks disappointed in you. Rude wants to know why more isn't written of him. Reno gets in your space to slyly grin and ask if you really thought he could "go four times."

"Enough." The president's command ends the chatter. Then he smiles widely. "Your punishment." Your stomach drops. "I'll be picking my favourite and reading it at the next company address."

Your knees fall to the floor. "No, Sir, please-"

#ff7 #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #death comes for the writer whose work is read out loud #trash #rambling nonsense #gender neutral reader

[knockyasocksoff2022]

More Than You Know \\ soukoku

Chapter VI: Mirrorverse

POV: Chuuya

(1,186 words)

(A/N: sorry the wait has been so long)

I don’t sleep, afraid I’ll have that Damn dream again.

Kouyou says the funeral is on Sunday. I don’t want to go, but I feel like I should. I owe it to Akiko at the very least for being rude. And, hey, maybe if I go I won’t feel this stupid nagging guilt anymore.

-

When the sun rises, I’m so sleep deprived that I’m tempted to ask Kouyou if I can stay home today, but Kouyou might make something more out of that than I want to deal with, so I’ll go.

I take a shower to wash away the weirdness, and I catch myself expecting the soap suds to be red.

-

I throw on my uniform, and head out the door. As I bike to school I wonder who’ll take his spot at the top. Maybe I’ll actually get better grades without him as a distraction. I will, because if any should have his spot it should be me.

When the bell rings I find myself scanning the courtyard for Mori, just to make sure he isn’t going to come and bother me. But then it comes back to me, the feelings like a static shock, quick. Oh yeah, he’s dead.

I hurry into the main building for English.

-

It should be relaxing, him not being here to bother me, but I keep wondering when he’s going to show up and insult me, what corner he’s going to pop out from behind. It makes me anxious, having these thoughts, knowing they’ll never come true but still having them. Nobody is talking about it. Maybe they think he’s sick. Maybe they don’t pay attention. Everyone knew of him, but how many people really knew him?

After all, despite his family's status, he never had a large group of friends. In fact I never saw him hanging out with anybody, not at lunch, come to think of it, he was never even in the cafeteria, and I never saw him in the quad either. I think I saw him leaving the library once, but never again, even when I was studying there everyday for finals last year.

The bell rings and I haven’t heard a single thing Professor Fitzgeral said. I’m sure this will stop after the funeral, after that my brain will surely get it that he’s well and truly dead, gone forever. I suddenly want to kick something, why can’t I be normal about this, I didn’t even know him. It’s not like I miss him, it's just strange not having him annoying me is all.

— Tuesday —

Still nothing. I don’t have that dream though, so that’s good.

— Wednesday — 

I hear someone whispering his name in the lunch line and I turn slightly around pretending to look at the menu board. It’s that blond boy with glasses, Kumiya, and two younger students, probably 14 or so.

“You’re Mori-senpai’s friend, right? Do you think he’s okay? I called him yesterday when he didn’t show up for our tutoring session, but he didn’t answer. Neither Atsushi nor Kenji have heard from him either. Naomi and I tried to visit him, in case he was sick but his sister sent us away. She’s scary.” The younger boy says, sounding worried.

“I don’t know. I didn’t know him well, we were in the tutoring club together, but we never talked. If you’re looking for a tutor until he comes back, I’d be glad to help.” The older boy, says.

“Thank you, Kunikida-senpai.”

“You’re welcome, I’m sure he’s fine, he’s like a cockroach, we won’t get rid of him that easily. However, if you’re really worried, why don’t you ask Nakahara-san, they talk a lot. Or school counsellor Ango-san.”

What? Kunikida’s words make me spin around, accidently smacking him with my thankfully empty tray. He stumbles.

“Oh it’s you . . .” he trails off, a little shocked.

“Why do you think I know Mori? We’re not friends.”

His eyes widen and he steps back, intimidated by my sudden aggression. “Well, I- Look, Mori keeps to himself, he doesn't talk to many people, so if he interacts with you, I figured it means something, I was just trying to help the Tanizakis out . . . but I see I was wrong.”

“Yeah, you were, it doesn't mean anything.”

I should tell them he’s dead, but for some reason I can’t.  All I can think about is what his final moments in that bathtub must have been like. 

What was he thinking about? Why did he kill himself? He had absolutely no reason too, he had an amazing life, a perfect life even. Rich and well known, with good brains, not a bad face either. What more could anyone want?

I bet that Mori-san told the school he transferred Osamu somewhere else. Is he just being private or is he ashamed of his son’s suicide? It’s pointless because even if the funeral is private the press always finds out these things, the papers will run an obituary and everyone will know. 

I wonder what they’ll say?

What will the Tanizakis say, the kids he apparently tutored? It’s like seeing into a mirror universe, imagining Mori helping people, taking the time to actually make someone else's life easier. It doesn’t make him any less of a snob, or does it? Kind hearted or no, he was still an ass to me, but I will admit this changes something. A lot actually. If he was such a “nice” person, why the hell did he hate me so much? If he had this, something he was doing that I assume he enjoyed, and a group of kids who respected him how could he have just decided to up and die one day?

–

Thursday and Friday tick on uneventfully. It’s no easier to focus now than it was.

Kouyou tells me the funeral is going to have his casket open, but I don’t have to see the body if I don’t want to. I don’t answer her, too busy remembering that time he wouldn’t stop bombarding me with pick-up lines. Most were cheesy and weird. He said “You’d look great at an open casket funeral.”

– Saturday –

Kouyou is taking me to rent a suit for the funeral today. Akiko offered to lend her one of her western style dresses, but she’s going to wear the same black Kimono she wore to our parents' funeral.

-

My suit is too tight, I can barely move my arms, but I’m in between sizes so it’s the best they have.

“You look handsome, Chu.”

“Do I? Well, I feel ridiculous.”

“Chu, come on, it’s only for an hour or two. You don’t even have to stay the whole time, just please don’t make a fuss about it. You’re eighteen, not eight.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. Let’s just go home.”

“Okay, thank you.”

As we walk I don’t tell Kouyou that I want to go to the funeral, she’d just give me a lecture on closure and all that, but I think that maybe she understands it somehow, like hearing an unspoken word, because she doesn't bother me about it again.

-

I’m hesitant to fall asleep, but sleep deprivation will only make tomorrow worse, so I sink into bed anyway.

#More Than You Know \\ soukoku #bsd #soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku fic #skk angst #skk fanfiction #skk fanfic #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku au #soukoku angst

[the-firebird69]

And what have you smacked him in China and he has had you hit quite a bit mike two. Walks around the corner of the house and it kept getting hit he has a few suspects. My son says this they're all doing it to you cuz I kept telling him about the story so I can't hitting you in the face cuz you're a stupid mother f***** and the Chinese are killing your people and your clan for what you did I try to impersonate them and you're just like these retards you think you it works you didn't check that's what exactly happened. I'm putting a hit on you Mike too added to my people and it's a bounty it's a good number I want my sons and daughters to release it to goo and oh yeah and for stuff they need they're going to play your brains out back too bye-bye you too mack if you defend him.

-there's a huge number of people who are bothering our son and these assholes are causing it to happen mostly and they're bothering his mom this morning and they're bothering her to do stupid s*** when she was younger or he was it's like 90% of it and the rest was kind of mild and she wasn't really into it so what can you do Mom it keeps happening you can't do anything obviously I didn't say they do stuff and day to day stuff is doing stuff cuz you have to do stuff after but most of you not proactive. And Biden is doing stuff but he gets it now and we dropped him on Max and Tommy F and they're fighting and the McDonald's will be out pretty soon and it's because of the bases they're going to get attacked by the morlock who want the bases. And our son says that song simple Man comes to mind and it's kind of about the way it is and George would just grab his gun.

-and there's a couple other things one of them is said they're very rude people and they don't care for their game so they don't have one it's ridiculous and they're the way of everything is this pile of s*** McDonald's and retards and the max did sometimes but they're going to figure out they need cars and trucks I guess who's a real stupid people okay on your side satanists

-we also have a lot of stuff happening here and there are bases here too in Florida the max occupy actually all of them and their son can't move if you did you might get in trouble but didn't figure that now Tommy f is a direct opponent and most likely the one who's making the message easy to post

-there is this a huge amount of epitaphs from Tommy f and Mac and they're saying we're doing it so why don't you guys go into a restaurant together and see who's doing it set throwing your food around you morons so they get it probably not it's going to make them get it

-we're going to use this stuff on them them saying we don't know what a cloak is and her son invented and it keeps on telling me to shut his mouth cuz it's so freaking dumb it's Tommy f going to make you pay for a time yeah it's going to rip your arms off and jam them up your ass it's your f** and really nice baby you had it's Jason it's like this teeny teeny teeny guy.

-couple things in Charlotte county the sheriff is looking for John remillard and it's for a warrant there are 10 warrants on him and his character and 10 warrants on the one next door and 20 warrants on another character as a matter of fact each of his characters has at least 10 warrants and around 10 characters and they're looking for him today and that would be the max well the McDonald's they're trying to arrest you for some reason and then after Dan who has five warrants and each character and they're trying to arrest him. So our son says we should burn westborough to the ground sometimes I agree it's psychological and these people feel invincible I don't know why they didn't get shot for years so they feel invincible. Or we should move it it's a good idea he says you take a house with people that died and you move it and it will make the rest of them die.

-so the county has a couple more things going on but really you people should understand you're so f****** annoying nobody wants you around at all all over the world are saying it just get rid of this dog s*** here they've got no act at all and they're proud of it just like any poor person who can't do it and they're trying to get you out of here tons of them are pretty soon you'll be out with no power no money and you'll feel how our son did and you won't last long at all minutes maybe some of you days some of you weeks and that's it you'll be dead

-is another reason why this is all happening and it's because the max are pushing for it and they're getting clobbered too and people are infiltrating and hitting them for crimes over the many millennia and it's going on now where they are a lot of it is because they will not shut their stupid mouths they're on TV talking meaning they're talking to each other and planning and their weaklings and their array is getting taken over by us and there's other people infiltrating and it's not going to be long they're going to be underneath too and they've been taking losses recently they lost the whole McDonald thing had three it's almost out and they're losing three more clans, one of which will be out this week the other two probably two weeks later when is Bob Marsh and his plan they're getting decimated for what he was saying and by a whole bunch of people. The other one is Ben Arnold oddly enough he's running around saying stupid s*** about warlock right in front of them and he got hit by the clothes went after and then them and they're pretty big both of those plans were about two or three percent roughly totally 5% of the max and they're down 4%, and leaving only 1% and it's 50/50 but that's bad and that brings a total to you about 16% Max of the population and they lost a couple plans on the way they really at 14% And they're getting hit pretty bad over the next couple weeks they are going to be pummeled in the Carolinas in Virginia and other areas where they are and the first step to do it on the max who wants to want their stuff there and they're building arms and it's conventional now it's heavy stuff for ships and McDonald's is trying to take it and there's three states as thoroughly industrialized below and above and he's got military bases and he's prepping and he's got about 300 aircraft carrier offshore was space Jets and all the armament and everything practically that everyone took he's taking from the imbeciles and he took a bunch of spaceships his fleet is like 1.2 billion and the max is about 10.8 billion and they're pretty big and Max is trying for stans stuff today. And he's upset crying a little oh. And b******* gets up stress harassing us it keeps it gets beat up by the Max and can't figure out the cycle with his returns doing and we mean the retarded man McDonald's clan. And they're going after him surreptitiously and they have collected about 300 million out of 700 billion ships they have also taking about 15% of his big stuff and they're going for a big bite today to fight and the empire is starting to take a notice so yeah he would have now 1.9 billion and is a contender and pretty big but he's going to attack the max at some point in his planning to and he's got big bases in Virginia he has three that are 10x10 North Carolina for 10x10 it has a big area South Carolina five by five Georgia three 4x5. And he's got a whole bunch all over but really those are the ones he's going to be launching an attack from and down below this huge bunkers that are much larger than topside got like 260s in each and a full and the max are up and they're going to after him today

I'm going to publish this is vastly important

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[foreverbomb]

emotional/rant stuff below the cut.

these past few months have been frustrating in such a unique way. it feels like everything's coming apart in all personal terms possible. on the surface level im irritated by 'normal' stuff like my job sucking or maybe not having enough money to do things, typical shit; but deep within i feel this swirling agony and frustration with the fact that i'm just not. understanding people anymore. i almost cant recognize groups of people at this point, i don't feel almost any kind of camaraderie because everyone who insists they're close to me just. they're interested in only a small sliver of the shit i'm into but they're nothing like me, the stuff they do or praise is shit i'd never get into or actively have a disdain for and it gets to me. it makes me feel like they don't actually know a god damn thing about me. and this isn't to say that i just hate all the people i know now, i still like them i just. it's so crushing to feel like i'm completely on the sidelines watching them all do something. i could be smack dab in the conversation and activity but i'll still feel like i'm not being seen or understood at all. i guess that's my fault for marketing myself as just a funny guy with a two-bit act and interests and it's all just finally catching up to me. I feel like nobody takes me or anything i create seriously; it's half the reason i want so badly to break away from the bullshit i got myself in now to do something personal. If i hyperfocus all my attention into something longform, something with context and stakes, and make actions and moves without having to spoonfeed or shitpost what's going on in my stories in scenarios, maybe they'll realize that it isn't all shits and giggles from me forever, maybe they'll *actually* pay attention, maybe they'll take the personalities and characters i make for more than just dime pieces. it gets under my skin anytime anybody says they love my characters; i don't have shit that actually explores who they are and i know damn sure i didn't sit down and have an hours-long conversation with you for you to actually understand them either. i understand they're being nice and trying to just drop a simple compliment, but my fucked brain just can't help but become skeptical and grimace at it every single time. it doesn't even have to be my characters, it could just as easily be another friend's. i know in my mind that whoever's saying that would never ask for a full sitdown to learn that character over in that case either so it just something that doesnt mean anything to me anymore. it doesn't help that i've probably developed the most puzzling hyperfixation to wash over the mentally bent crowd this season. i'm so passionate and interested in bullshit that is so hard for normal people to even consider being good in any way, it all just looks and sounds the same for them and every single time i get carried away and get so excited to share it i regret it with all of my fucking being. they don't even say anything rude but i can just taste the boredom and slight ire and i just feel all the more like i'm the only one who can find the good in the shit i enjoy. and in the same breath, there's people who actively are *into* the same thing but there's always something askew that stirs confusing feelings and i just have to duck away and subconsciously build up a wall like "you're interested in the thing i like but you're not like me at all, get the hell away from me." I don't WANT to be standoffish like that but my mind can't let me get close like that if things are off. honestly i might just be spoiled or maybe came up into all this social shit wrong in a way. i had a friend, the only person i'd call my best friend, way back for multiple years and they just. they treated me like i was so special all the time. whenever they made something for me it was *for me*, they didn't go and toss it out to the wolves; they made it specifically for me to make me happy; and of course i did the same for them! and they were almost always willing to talk about or engage with the stuff i became interested in, and i did likewise for them as well! but shit started changing, they started to step out into things the both of us always chided and made fun of or outright disliked (or at least i thought we both disliked); and i guess as a teen/kid i couldn't take it. Contact broke apart, conversations became quick, days went by with no words. they're back now, i can see them doing things; but they're not in my life; and infact i can see them doing the same thing they did with me with someone else who i've actively grown to dislike. this isn't even the thing that has me boiling over but it sits and stews in the back of my mind all the time. and this isn't even mentioning the deeply personal, private stuff that i can't get any kind of solace in either. I'm not right in all my feelings, thoughts, or perspectives here; i know that. It's just all how my fucking brain is taking everything and it's been fucking me up for a good while now. this rant isn't sorted out and i haven't sat on it to pick out every bit to make sense, it's all straight from the head right now. thanks for reading i suppose.

[rpmusings-galore]

a message to anyone fighting their brain tonight: 

a lot of times your brain will tell you something that feels real... it will tell you you’re not good enough, or that you deserved something bad to happen to you, that you’re crazy, or unloved, or a burden... anything that makes you feel shitty.   but, it’s not true.  look at those thoughts.  really look.  pick them apart.  unravel them and point out all the reasons why they’re not true.   list out your accomplishments, and people that care about you.  even if you can only think of one or two, that’s okay.  it’s hard to think straight when you feel like this.  but just focus on those things. focus on the good.    no, it won’t be easy.  and it won’t work every time.  but, practice at it. It’ll take work for it to start coming naturally... but, before you know it, you might find yourself picking apart those thoughts without even realizing it. 

you’re amazing. you’re strong, and lovable. you deserve to be cared about, and listened to. you deserve good things.      and if anyone tries to tell you differently --- even if it’s your own brain --- you just beat them up in a dimly lit denny’s parking lot, my dudes, ‘cause they’re lying douchecanoes and you’re awesomesauce. 

#not a musing #been having a super bad ptsd day #and needed to hear this #so figured there were other people who could use it too #and i srsly mean it. #smack that rude brain with facts and reason #make the fear tremble before the awesome power of your logic and self-acceptance #make the fear... fear u

[k-dokja]

here to beg for even more of samuel and y/n’s chaotic relationship 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

You had a habit of saying bizarre things for no reason. Except maybe to catch him by surprise.

“Samuel, my love.”

“Fuck off.”

But Samuel had spent too much time around you to not react to everything you said with immediate scorn. Not that it ever deterred you from your goal.

“Rude,” you sniffed with feigned drama, far too nonplussed for someone who previously got cursed out, “you didn’t even hear what I said.”

See, that was the correct move to act this time around. Samuel had dealt with you enough time that when you decided your office work was too boring, he would be the one to deal with the brunt of your search for amusement. In fact, not once when you went to bother him while he was working that nothing good ever came to bear fruit.

Which was how Samuel knew to raise his defence up the moment you sauntered into his office and shimmied to his side.

“I don’t have to,” Samuel drawled, “I don’t see what would come up in that brain of yours that won’t give mine a migraine.”

“I have a good idea sometimes.” You muttered in your own defence, but it was neither heated nor convinced. “Besides, I can guarantee this time around, no one will get caught on fire. Your tailored suits are safe.”

He gave you a glance, discerning. In front of his scepticism, you shrugged.

“Eighty per cent sure at least,” you corrected, “okay, fine, seventy-five.”

The urge to roll his eyes was at the forefront of his mind, but Samuel resisted and went back to review the document on his work desk. It was one of the ONE MCN contracts which proved to be less interesting after he reread it the third time.

“Fine, what is it?” Samuel sighed out loud, regret creeping up his mind.

Immediately, you brightened. “You know like in one of those movies where—”

“Have you been watching movies during work hours again?” Samuel asked with a withering glare. “I ought to give you another salary cut.”

You smacked his shoulder, not allowing him to go with the thought. “Don’t even think about it,” you warned, “I finished my work ahead of time and got bored, I should get a salary raise if anything with my exemplary performance.”

“What I’m hearing is that I should give you more work to fill that free time,” Samuel rebuked with no hint of humour, “clearly you have too many if you had times to watch movies and bother your superiors.”

Even when facing his chiding, you didn’t falter. “You won’t ever be my boss no matter how many sticks you have up your ass,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “I receive orders from Eugene, not you.”

Samuel only shot you a look which spoke volumes about how much of a lie the second half of your words were. Under the table, you and Samuel were more in cahoots than any perceived loyalty you had towards Eugene. But that was neither here nor there.

“Then what, pray to tell, do you want to bother me with this time?”

Steered back on track, you grinned with delight, “In the movie I watched earlier, the male lead and his best friend made a promise to marry each other when they reached forty years old if they were both singles by then.”

He already saw where this was going. “And you thought we could do the same thing?”

You nodded eagerly. Jackpot then. “I don’t see why not, it’s not like you have any friend other than me.”

“We aren’t friends,” Samuel replied in a bald-faced lie. “But I don’t see any problem with making empty promises, silly as that was.”

Once again, you smacked him on the shoulder. Lighter than before. “It's not like you’ll manage to survive to your forties anyway.”

Your words earned you another withering glare from him, this one was more annoyed than the last. “Bold of the one who screamed ‘Live fast, die young’ when jumping out of the helicopter the other day to tell me that.”

Seeing the truth in his words, you nodded sagely. “True, maybe we should shorten it to thirties.”

“I’d say that’s a stretch for you,” Samuel drawled.

With a certainty of someone who had made up their mind, you concluded. “All right, let’s make it our twenties,” before Samuel could retort, you walked out from behind his desk and headed to the door, “see you at the church in a few months, Sammy boy!”

“It’s Samuel!”

Whatever other argument he had died out in his throat when the door closed behind you. Drearily, he sighed again as his phone screen lit up. What entered his sight was the image of you and him in a candid picture on his lock screen. You had changed it without his permission months ago but he never got around to changing it back.

Well, he couldn’t say he completely hated the idea of being with you.

#samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics

[mi-ts]

Hello!! I may or may not request a lot haha! But, I hope this message finds you well and I hope your also doing well in this pandemic. I was wondering if you could do the upper moons if there partner came out to them as non-binary? I just came out to non-binary to my parents and they don't really support it, I just want some fluff to my babys.. so I was wondering if you could do this? If not, that's totally understandable and I wish you the best day/night or whenever your reading this! [Sorry if this has bad grammar, english isn't my first language..😅]

REQUEST

UPPER MOONS

HEADCANONS

FLUFF ( ☁️ )

NON BINARY READER

TRIGGER WARNING ( S ) : slight blood / gore mentioned , douma cutting off his limbs

| KOKUSHIBO

> he’s pretty chill about you being non binary tbh

> if you want to go by a different name , please tell him

> obviously sometimes he’ll mess up ur pronouns / name . please be patient with him

> because when he does mess up he feels very bad and that he’s failed you :(

> if you want a binder , he’ll gladly get you one !

> however , if you do wear one , he’ll remind you to take it off when exercising , before going to bed . he’ll also remind you to take it off after 7 hours or so

> the only reason he wouldn’t get you a binder is if you had medical issues that would be greatly affected ( I myself want a binder , but I can’t get one due to medical reasons 😩 )

> overall , he’s really supportive !

> if anyone ever misgenders you or makes fun of you etc . the next day , they’ll mysteriously go missing

> if you decide to tell him that your parents didn’t accept you , he’ll tell you to move in with him

| DOUMA

> he’s surprised , but he’s supportive nonetheless :)

> he’ll call you the right pronouns / name . obviously , he’ll sometimes accidentally call you the wrong name / pronouns . if he ever does so , he usually cuts off his arm to remind himself

> want a binder ? he’ll give money to one of his cult members to get you one :)

> he’ll gently remind you to not over wear your binder , if you do , he’ll punish you by tickling you till you’re a wheezing mess

> again , like kokushibo , wouldn’t get you one if you had medical issues that’d affect your breathing

> cares for you a lot , in his own way

> if he ever hears any of the paradise members talking shit about you because you’re non binary , he’ll eat them later that night

> when you come back from a nice massage from another one of the paradise members , and you go into the living room , only to see blood on the floor and on doumas’ face . . .

> you then mouth for him to clean that mess up , before walking away and going into your shared bedroom

> if you tell him your parents didn’t accept you for who are , then he’s gonna obviously tell you that you can stay with him

| AKAZA

> you came out to akaza .... in an unusual way , to say the least

> you : “ akaza , do you kill non binaries ? ”

akaza : “ . . . . you’re non binary , aren’t you ? ”

> he’s supportive , and don’t worry , he won’t kill you . in other words , he doesn’t kill non binaries :)

> tries his best to remind himself that you now go by they / them instead of ( insert dead pronouns ) and you go by ( name ) instead of ( dead name )

> gets you a binder , but he’s really strict with the rules

> he even has a timer for your binder

> after 7 hours is up , he’s confiscating the binder

> your parents don’t accept you ? live with him , he’ll treat you like royalty , because you are royal to him 🥰

| NAKIME

> you can’t really tell what her expression is , due to her poker face and the fact that her bangs cover her eye

> but then she embraces you into a hug , which is really surprising

> tells you that you’re still her s/o , and she still loves you 🥰

> will remind herself time and time again to refer to you as they / them

> if she ever gets it wrong , be patient with her , she’s trying her best ok ?

> will get you a binder if you want

> however , she’s strict on the time you wear it

> she says you can only wear your binder for 5 hours

> only reason being is that she cares for your wellbeing :)

> feeling like a burden ? don’t , she loves you no matter what

> if one of the upper or lower moons misgender you on purpose , she’ll drop them off at the wrong place <3

| GYUUTARO

> this man didn’t expect to get a s/o , because he thinks so low of himself

> if you come out to him as non binary , he will accept you 100%

> he loves you

> want a binder ? he’ll ask his sister to get one at night

> doesn’t want you over wearing the binder , because it’s unhealthy , and could cause permanent damage to your body

> if any of the red light district prostitues are talking shit about you , he’s gonna kill them , maybe daki will also join

> tells his sister to respect your pronouns , her obviously agreeing

> your parents rejected you ? he’s probably gonna try and comfort you in any way he possibly can

| DAKI

> wasn’t expecting it , but she supports you

> she’ll gladly get you a binder

> if anyone ever talks badly behind your back , she’ll gladly turn them into ribbons

> parents not accept you ? she does , tells you to not care about what your parents think and to be yourself no matter what

> keeps an eye on you to make sure you’re not wearing your binder too much that it’s affecting your breathing

> tries her hardest to remember the right pronouns , if she gets it wrong , gently remind her . she’ll get it at some point

| KAIGAKU

> doesn’t really care that you’re non binary

> he’ll call you they/them , he just doesn’t care about what you identify as

> you could identify as an attack helicopter , he still wouldn’t care

> gets you a binder , makes sure you’re not wearing it for too long

> he’ll tell you off if you end up wearing it for too long

> parents rejected you ? he’s gonna demand that you stay with him

> anyone misgenders you ? he’ll have their heads cut right off , then he’ll gift you the heads

> if you’re grossed out , tell him so , he’ll probably eat it or something -

EXTRA

| MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

> accepts you instantly . nothing can really surprise him , due to the fact he’s over 1000 years old

> will not hesitate to get you a binder if you request so

> somehow always managed to get your pronouns / name right , probably because he has 7 brains

> if any demons talk smack about you / misgender you , he will kill them in the most slowest and painful way he possibly can

> tells you to live with him once you explain to him that your parents don’t accept you

> quite supportive

| TAMAYO

> SUPPORTIVE AF

> not hesitant about getting you a binder if asked to do so

> respects your pronouns 100%

> if you wear the binder too much , she will tell you off , then she’ll hug you

> tells yushiro to refer to you as they / them

> being the simp he is , he’ll gladly do so

> will tell you you can stay with her if your parents are not going to supper you

> extremely supportive 🥰

| YUSHIRO

> accepts you

> gets you a binder , but he keeps a close eye on you when you do wear the binder , if he notices you look uncomfortable , he won’t hesitate to sit you down and take off your binder

> hears someone misgendering you ? won’t hesitate to beat a bitch down

> asks tamayo if you can stay with them if your parents don’t accept you

> tanjiro accidentally misgendered you , earning a punch in the stomach from yushiro

> when you asked him about it , he said “ I only hit him cause he was being rude to tamayo ” , but we all know that’s a lie

AUTHORS NOTE

I hope that you’re also doing ok during the pandemic

and ofc ! I added 3 more characters , hope you don’t mind 😅

btw , I 100% support you for being non binary , you do you 🥰

your English is amazing btw , no need to apologise for your grammar , I understand you plenty

hope you have a wonderful day / noon / night as well 💞

thank you in general for reading this ! re-blogs and likes are very appreciated ! I do in fact take constructive criticism , feel free to give some to me off or on anon , I don’t mind 💕

( apologies if any of these characters seem ooc )

©️ all content belongs to mi-ts , please don’t modify or repost

#kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #nakime x reader #gyuutaro x reader #daki x reader #kaigaku x reader #muzan x reader #tamayo x reader #yushiro x reader #kokushibo fluff #douma fluff #akaza fluff #nakime fluff #gyuutaro fluff #daki fluff #kaigaku fluff #muzan fluff #tamayo fluff #yushiro fluff #kokushibo headcanons #douma headcanons #akaza headcanons #nakime headcanons #gyuutaro headcanons #daki headcanons #kaigaku headcanons #muzan headcanons #tamayo headcanons #yushiro headcanons

[lostinanothersmemories]

oh no...me and kaï being outed for the whores we are cause all of this is based off conversations we've had

18+ only!

Honestly the fact they are even getting punished should be breaking some sort of rule. All this did was knock out some asshole and have to get them and Angel picked up by David. The younger wolf sat it in the back of the car very aware of the impending doom. But when they get back to the house and David keeps them from leaving the car on their own by literally slinging them over his shoulder they are just a little peeved. He doesn't even bother to find an empty room dropping them on the couch in the living room before sitting down and dragging them back over his knee. "You know this isn't fair!" Is only rewarded with a quick swat to their behind. They get through a couple before he pauses for a moment looking to Angel who's been hanging out beside him, "Can I try?"

"No they cannot try!"

"Of course angel come here." They take the small mercy that Angel doesn't hit as hard until, "You can go harder Angel they can take it."

They grumble a quiet, "rude" from underneath his hand on their back keeping them down. It's another few hits before Angel whines. "Owwww."

"Oh angel did you hurt your hand?"

"Yeah on my ass!" The familiar swat of David's hand silences them again

"Oh! Can I get a paddle so I don't hurt my hand?" Angel speaks up practically bouncing.

"No they can't!"

"Yes you can." The rough hand on their back rubs for a moment before he leans in "Color, tanker?" They tuck their head down ignoring the question. "Tanker I need a color."

"Green," is muffled by their unwillingness to admit they like being in the position.

"There's my good pup."

"I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow am I?"

He only laughs continuing to rub at their back to comfort them, "You did get into a fight."

"Wasn't a fight, besides he was being to flirty with them, I don't regret it." The smack is much lighter then most have been mostly to remind them of what's happening.

"That's why I'm here to make you regret getting into fights."

"You would have done the same thing." They try to argue when he ponders for a moment what he would have done in their situation.

"I would have taken them and walked away."

"...pussy."

"Wanna say that again Tanker?"

"Sorry." ..............................

I think Milo is actually like a huge rigger so for Christmas David made him a proper ceiling anchor he immediately wanted to try it out which lead to the problem subs (Asher, Angel, Darlin, Sweetheart) to run away. Sweetheart cloaked to hide, Asher managed to talk himself out of it with stories of eating to much. Darlin shifted, and Angel, Angel got caught. Darlin stayed shifted for half the day to avoid punishment. Which meant David kept shutting doors around them making them rely on others to open doors. They gave in and immediately was snatched being dragged to their new playroom where Milo was very happy to try out a different position. For each hour they stayed shifted a different mate would bring them right up to the edge and just stop them from finally coming. Babe scared them by asking what number they were at which they of course had no answer for. But it gave David the idea of making them count how many times this came afterwards.

..............................

David and Darlin are known for their rather extensive scenes. Due to David being one of the harsher doms when pushed and Darlin being near impossible to tame. Though they've never pleaded for mercy like after a scene David was about to carefully untie the restraints on their feet and accidentally went light enough to tickle them. Which got the instinctive reaction of "Watch the feet asshole!"

David practically just looking for a reason to keep them under him longer asked, "Or what?"

Darlin being the idiot they are responded without the use of their brain that, "Or I'll bite your dick off jackass"

Neither left the bed until morning helpfully others managed to get them both to drink water and eat something.

(And cause dom aftercare is important)

Darlin woke up to David worrying over insistent that he was too rough saying "Your ass is still practically red as a beet"

Darlin helpfully grabbed his face saying "Don’t be an idiot you didn't do anything wrong" He laid his face onto their chest holding them tight only to add. "I spanked you too hard."

"Yeah well you hit like a bitch so it's fine." They felt his arms tighten around them at the snark

...................

Oh also! Darlin is mostly cuddly after a scene which means there are certainly times when Darlin is stolen from someones bed so they can get Tanker cuddles.

“careful just pick them up”

“yeah thanks i get it”

“huh?”

“shhhh tanker its alright i'm just taking you to bed”

“but?”

“yes i know you are in bed different bed now.”

Asher will leave a stuffed animal behind to replace them. Milo fixes the covers but David, David just picks them up walks back to their bed and plops them down if angel is awake angel will try to mimic Asher to confuse them if they wake up in the night.

#nsft #redacted asmr

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hii 👋 😁 okay so I'd like to request a valentines date with the brothers and newdatebales but while they are on the date MCs ex who is a complete jerk interrupts their nice time and MCs date makes the ex pay for being so rude. Happy Valentines Day! 💝

Happy valentine's! Ugh exes really can be a pain! I'd fist fight my ex for a stick of gum, no hesitation

Sorry this took so long, I've been asleep for most of the day

Pt.2 = undateables (minus Luke)

Context: you decided to go to the human world for your date

Lucifer:

Restaurant! Always - it's a classic

It was fairly lavish, Everyone was in suits or dresses, the place seemed to glitter from how polished it all was

A small classical band in the back

"I'm having a lovely time, I hope it's all to your liking."

"definitely is, though if you were the one playing the piano I'd make it even better."

"I'll keep that in mind for later."

He smirked, taking a sip of his wine whilst you just beamed

You two have been waiting month's for this renovation and you glad you were able to get it in on Valentines

"Oh! (Y/N) been ages- didn't expect you to be here, who's your friend?"

Your stomach dropped

Your ex just smiled at you two, leaning on your seat

"boyfriend."

"no! No way! You're dating?! I heard you were so broken after our breakup, so glad you were finally able to move on, must of been hard."

"Will you leave? I'm trying to enjoy myself-"

Lucifer glared at them, shifting in his seat incase he had to settle this - he had faith in your strength but knew he wouldn't stay silent for long

"Why so hostile?! I haven't done anything wrong it's not like I've gone and told him how clingy you were or the fact you just LOVED arguing."

"fuck off will you?! I wasn't clingy, you were just distant and barely treated me like a partner and we got into arguements because YOU kept going behind my back."

He finally stepped in, noticing you were getting EXTREMELY worked up and had tears lining your eyes

He pulled your ex around, gripping their face and flashed them his true forms face

They screamed as they shoved themselves away from him, darting away to their table

This made everyone look at them, Lucifer fixing his hair and wiped his gloves with a scented wipe

"how unpleasant, Let's get the check, we can finish this back at the house."

He called over a waiter, quickly paying and collecting the now packaged food

"Just tap me and I'll step in sooner, I know you can handle yourself but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry."

Mammon:

A drive in movie - wants to show off his hot wheels and attractive partner~

He was pulled all sorts of cheesy moves, the yawn and stretch is one but many

He smiled having you leaned against him with his arm around your shoulder

You told him you were going to get more snacks and he tried to follow you but you said it'll be alright

Though when you came back you saw your ex leaning on mammons car, flirting with him

"Babe! I told them to back off but they kept pushing-"

"I didn't expect to see you here, are you with him?"

"I'm very much with him, he's taken."

You roughly handed mammon the snacks

He knew to keep his mouth shut, that look on your face wasn't something to mess with

"what a shame, I'm glad you finally got over me though, I heard from your friends you disappeared for 6 months."

"yeah, I was busy with living my life not crying over you."

Your exes mouth twitched whilst you just jumped back into your side of the car

"Right, right - so are you two serious or just a fling? I know it's difficult for you to keep a partner - why not keep me company? You're too handsome to be with them, don't you think? There's no way you actually like them-"

They trailed a hand up mammons arm, sending him a wink

He smacked their hand away from him, growing tired of their behaviour

"you listen here I'm in love with them more than your tiny little human brain will ever understand, back away from my car or watch us go on with our date."

When your ex didn't move he grabbed your shirt, pulling you in into a heated kiss

Whilst you two made out your cradled his head, flipping off your ex, mammon didn't have to even look to know what you were doing

He joined in on flipping them off, you both stayed like that until you heard them scoff and leave

"just say the word and I'll do whatever you ask, I won't let them get away with talking to you like that."

When the movie was done you spotted your exes car with the window down, mammon happily through your Popcorn into their window

But it wasn't over, when his car got close enough he took a pocket knife, slashing their car and immediately drove off at high speed

Levithan:

Arcade; was there really anything else?

He was determined to get you all the arcade prizes, using all his skills to make the machine do as he wished

Has used his tail to grab a prize from a rigged claw machine

"what else should we do? I saw a two player shooter finally open up."

"maybe dance dance Revolution? It'll be fun~"

He groaned, not wanting to do physical exercise but smiled when you weren't looking

He knew every dance song and pattern! He was going to impress you so much!

Of course there was a line, two kids hogging it and people recording them

Though things took a turn when your ex showed their face

"i should of known you'd come here, can't seem to stop visiting our old dating spots, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, clutching levithan's hand

If you were going to be honest, you completely forgot this was one of your old date places

You just remembered it was close by and you've been there when you were younger

"get over yourself, I'm on a date with my boyfriend."

"him? Really? I knew I hurt you but I didn't expect you to downgrade this much."

Levi looked down ashamed, anger boiling inside of him at how they spoke to you

He suddenly moved Infront of you, gripping your exes shirt as he pinned them to the photo-booth

"I don't care what you say to me but I know that you're just a cheating liar who gets off making others feel shitty, stay away from us or I will rip you to shreds limb by limb!"

He didn't even know his voice raised, punching the booth beside their head

Your normally timid boyfriend only got like this when you tried to be a better TSL fan than him or he lose his patience with mammon

Your ex cowered under his gaze, darting off as soon as they could

"i- I hope I didn't speak over you! I know you could of easily dealt with them but I just couldn't stand it!"

Satan:

Meausum, very interesting with different moments in history and discoveries all for the public to see - a date for nerds

Good thing you're both nerds (tbh I'd love a date like this)

"I was actually alive when this happened, It was pretty remarkable."

Oh yeah, expect him to be giving you all the classified details of moments in history

You just wished you had him whilst you were doing your history exams, you could of gotten so much extra credit!

"were you ever in any pictures? It would be pretty fun if we spotted you in the back of one of these."

He just laughed, grinning as you slowly began to realize that was an actual possibility

But before you could press on your mouth flew shut

Your ex was here

You elected to ignore them but they didn't have the same idea for you

"I never expected to see you around again, I thought you disappeared completely when no one heard from you in months."

"now that you're talking to me I wish I had, is there a reason you're interrupting my date?"

"your date? Is this him? I didn't think you'd move on so quickly~ shows what value you have on relationships."

Satan was pleased; he's heard all about your ex and was mad they were even breathing the same air as you

You were more annoying than any of his brother's and he hasn't even said anything to them yet

"I got over you quickly which might I add 10 months isn't a short time span - because you mean nothing me, you're a bitch."

"Back off or you'll end up with a bloody nose."

"gonna hit? Some man you are! Quick to violence-"

He grabbed their head, quickly jerking their head as if he was going to smash it into the display

His fingers dug into their scalp and tugged at their hair

"You have 5 seconds, I'm feeling nice today because it's valentine's - run now or I will put a dent in your skull."

He let go and he began to count, your ex looked at you both with fear before running

Just grazing the 5 second limit

"what was we discussing? Ah yes, I'll point out where I am, I think the picture is just up ahead."

Asmodeus:

Bath store date!!!

If it's with asmo - anything can be exciting

Even if it is you two walking around snorting bath bombs and poking the bath jello

Asmo handed you a bar

"smell it~ it's got herbs and flowers in it, doesn't the smell remind you of the kitchen back home?"

You gave it a small sniff but almost got abit of herb stuck in your nose when you saw your ex looking straight at you

He caught onto your surprise, slightly turning to see someone approach you two

"Careful there, don't want it to get stuck up your nose."

Your ex laughed, you just frowned

The demon looking between you, noticing how unhappy you were

"Do you want something? We're busy."

"I spotted you and thought to see hi! It's been so long since we've talked! Are you feeling abit better now after your break? I know the breakup was hard."

They gave you a pity filled look, patting your shoulder

"No, the breakup was easy to get through but why does it matter to you? We're not friends and you dumped me and that was that."

"come on it couldn't be just that, don't be shy Infront of- who are you exactly?"

Asmo quickly wrapped an arm around you, hugging you close as he gave your ex a tight smile

"Their boyfriend~! And I'm not happy about you talking to my sweetheart, leave."

"boyfriend? You look like that and you wanna try to be tough, you're as scary as a cloud- this is what you moved on with? I should of expected it."

"cute, look me in the eyes whilst you say that, won't you?"

Your ex foolishly did, Getting ready to insult but felt themself be fully charmed

"Won't you be a dear and spin around for me? Perhaps start clucking like a chicken, I think there's some feed over there." He cooed.

You bursted out laughing watching your ex do exactly as they were asked

Your boyfriend just smiled, picking up another soap and sniffing it before handing it to you

"ooo it's really fragrance, let's get this one."

You ignored your charmed ex, leaving the store with your stuff, hearing them yell out in humiliation as soon as you stepped out the store

Beezlebub:

Picnic, Should of been expected

You watched him do his stretches; you knew he had to keep himself occupied with draining tasks to keep better control over his constant hunger

He already scarfed down most of what was in basket before his fitness watch went off

You just sat back and observed

"I know this isn't romantic but once I'm tired we can continue, I'm sorry."

"Beel, I'd rather watch you flex your muscles than feel starved."

"I'll do my best."

He leaned down and you met him half way, Sharing a quick kiss before he went jogging

Everytime he passed your spot you gave him a cheer

But what you didn't expect was your ex to whistle, watching Beel with you

"do you mind? That's my boyfriend."

"I can see, how'd you get a guy like him? He's shredded, I didn't think big guys were your type."

"It's none of your business what my type is, our relationship is over and I told you I never wanted to see you again."

Your ex scoffed, glaring down at you

"is that why you disappeared for months? You really think I'd be desperate enough to message you again?"

"is it it of your system yet? Can you leave?"

"What's the issue..? You don't look pleased."

He was looking directly at you, concern on his face

You sighed In annoyance

"oh~ and he has a nice voice aswell, aren't you a package, wanna go somewhere more private?"

It was your turn to scoff, beel frowned at your ex

He knew how unpleasant your ex was and immediately stepped towards them

He grabbed their head and easily lifted them off the ground and put them to his eye level

"Apologize and Leave."

Your ex whimpered, wincing in pain, beel moved them like a ragdoll and made them face you

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!"

They were let go and scampered off

You turned to beel, cupping his face, his mood immediately improving

"you did amazing, baby, are you tired or do you need to keep exercising?"

"I think I'll be able to be fine now, I'm glad they left so quickly, I was going to eat them."

Belphegor:

He wanted sky diving but you decided to go to the mattress store

Odd date choice but it made perfect sense to your boyfriend, they were having double bed special offers

He sunk into the mattress, sighing feeling how soft and bouncy it was

"We Should get this one."

"you said that with the last mattress, I'm sure you could find one hard as a rock and still want it."

"the top of the sofa is a comfy spot but I like my mattresses soft."

You just hummed, looking at the prices

"Tore up the old one with one of your tantrums? What a shame."

"excuse me??! I had a death In my family and that was an accident-! Why are you even here?!"

You can't believe it! Your ex had to be here of all places!

"I did want to say hi but now you're just getting all worked up over abit of teasing, you're still so sensative."

"Wow, forever the gaslighting cunt, I'm really not surprised you haven't changed but you got real balls to be so public about how much of a shitty person you are."

Beel was propped up on the mattress, happily watching you verbally destroy your ex

"you're just a bitch as always-"

"hold on, I'm just teasing - no need to get all angry about it."

He snickered whilst you smirked, coping the same tone your ex used

"Ah~ I know you, they told me about you, you're the ex that slipped and fell into the pool full of sick, I've been laughing about that for months."

"you-! I can't believe you'd talk about me so much, have you really moved on?"

"they told him one story, calm down, is this what you do now that you're single? terrorise couples in mattress store?"

They tried to bark back but he cut them off

"You know...I know plenty of ways to suffocate a human and I wouldn't even have to put a single finger on you, unless you want to see what I can do to your mind, I'd turn around and bother someone else."

They stared at him in horror, seeing you both just look down at them, enjoying their struggle for words

"you're both little shits, I hope you're miserable."

"and I hope you get the hell out of my face before I decide to stop being nice."

His eyes glowed as mist formed at his fingers, unnoticeable to anyone else around you

Your ex winced, a choked noise escaping them

They surprised you by being smart for once, turning around and storming away

"Are you miserable, belphie?"

"only when you're not around."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beezlebub #obey me levithan #obey me luficer #obey me belphegor #obey me discourse #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me imagine #valentine's day

[jincherie]

lunacy | 01

☽ ● | members: seokjin x reader x jungkook ☽ ● | genre: poly, wolf au, mates au, college au, urban fantasy, angst, smut ☽ ● | wc: 10.7k+ ☽ ● | warnings: none in particular in this part! ☽ ● | notes: here is the first part ! I think this one is going to end up being one of the longer series, so pls send me an ask and lmk what kind of tropes/scenarios u love to see in wolf aus! i wanna make this as self indulgent as possible LMFAO

The entirety of your introduction and exposure to wolves has been at the hands of Jimin and Taehyung, who over the course of your study have arguably become your best friends. It isn't until they drag you to a party held at their packhouse that you meet the rest of their pack, though-- and once you do, thing's already aren't the same as they were before;...

Wolves mate for life, and wolves are almost exclusively monogamous. It's rare for a wolf to have a human mate, and even more unheard of for a wolf to have more than one mate. Unfortunately for you, an incident at this party lands you in the middle of every exception there could possibly be.

 — posted; 09.09.2020 | prologue ● next▸

The air is crisp and the plants coloured cool around you, but you're not cold.

You recognise this clearing you're in, but not from the waking world. No, you recognise it because just as it is right now, it has been the set of your dreamscape before. So it's familiar, as you gaze upon it, but at the same time something tingles under your skin in anticipation of the unknown that the shadows hold just beyond the treeline.

It must be early morning, you think to yourself, as you allow your gaze to slip to the sky. It's just fading out of the darkened caress of the night as you look upon it, tinting lighter with each breath you take. You love mornings, you recall with familiarity-- you especially love mornings like this.

There's a slight mist in the air. You don't notice it until you direct you gaze back down to the dewy earth, eyes captured by each patch of wildflowers and blotch of colour. It feels almost magical, really, but for some reason... that isn't the tone of this moment.

You don't know what it is, but something curls in your stomach a little like anticipation. What are you waiting for? You know you've seen this place before, but you can't remember when, or why...

At some point you've taken a seat in the meadow, and while a part of you expects dampness to seep into your skin, you remain safe and dry. It's comfortable. This is the nicest dream you've ever dreamt, a distant part of you surmises. You're just running your hands through the silky blades of grass and watching the dewdrops collect on your skin when a soft snap sounds far to your left.

You probably should be alarmed, but when you look up it's only in curiosity. What you see, again, should be cause for alarm-- but for some reason, the sight of the great, hulking wolf lingering at the edge of the treeline doesn't cause you anything but a flutter in your stomach.

It's not alone, you notice a moment later as something emerges from the shadows beyond it. There are two of them, both massive but one of them a little bigger than the other-- it is leaner and its limbs are longer, though, while the shorter one is thicker in its form, each limb corded with muscle.

For a moment they stare at you, and when you catch the golden hue of their eyes that gleams a little too bright to be natural, you realise they're not normal. Of course, within the walls of this dream you take it in stride.

The way they hover all the way over the other side of the meadow is almost... hesitant. You tilt your head, watching as they stay calmly in place. When you speak it's without even thinking, but you're not bothered by what comes out.

"You can come over here, you know?" you say, offering them a smile. How cool will it be if you can manage to make friends with two wolves! Regardless of their unnatural size and stature, and, now that you think about it, their colouring...

The first to move is the bigger one, its coat a gorgeous mix of sand and caramel, with streaks of white marking around its eyes and ears, as well as fitting around its front paws like boots. You'd noticed that he was a little leaner than the other earlier, but you're realising now as you watch him advance slowly that that doesn't mean he's any weaker. Each stride he takes makes dense muscle shift beneath his skin and fur, and you're slightly in awe of the power contained in his limbs as he moves.

The other wolf is no less magnificent to behold-- its fur is a curious blend of charcoal and ink, speckled with streaks and patches of dark chestnut that gleam rosy in the sunlight. Its eyes are the same unnatural amber as the other wolf's, but the way that they bore into you are oddly akin to that of a puppy.

You don't move when they come close enough that they're within reach, allowing them to move at their own pace. You're not left waiting long, though, before the smaller one trots closer, hesitation forgotten.

"Oh!" You're taken aback when it leans forward suddenly, shoving its massive, inky head against your shoulder with such strength you almost fall back, were it not for the other wolf flopping down behind you and supporting you with its massive form. Ordinarily you'd be worried you're about to be torn to pieces, especially when faced with its massive maw and large teeth, but when it rubs its head against you with a soft whine sounding from the back of its throat, you know it doesn't mean you any harm.

"Oh, you're a cute one," you murmur distractedly, allowing your hands to rise and sink into its fur. It brushes like silk against your skin, and the wolf is so pleased that it simply flops down against you, resting it's head in your lap and pushing it against your stomach.

Something lights up in you, something warm like you've settled close to the glow of a campfire and the heat is sinking into your bones. You're content, so content, and you don't even know why? But oddly enough, in this moment you're not really bothered by that.

Right as you begin to settle back into the warmth and the rhythmic lull of their breathing as they rest against you, something niggles in the back of your brain-- a shard of familiarity, do you know these wolves? How would you know these wolves?

"Who are you?" you find yourself mumbling tiredly, the world around you beginning to shrink back until your brain is only aware of you and the warmth pressed against you.

The wolf in your lap turns its head so that its large eyes are boring into your own. It's still, tail thumping once against the ground, but something stirs in the back of your brain at his gaze. Recognition that filters like sunlight onto little pieces of information in your brain until they merge into something coherent.

It dawns on you with a soft gasp-- you know them, you do. They're--

x - x - x

"Rise and shine, buttercup! I'm sick of having to silence your alarms for you! If you don't get up this time I can and will take photos of your sleeping face! You know, with your mouth all open and drool on your pillow--"

A groan escapes you that you don't quite recognise as a sound you can make, your eyes cracking open to the sight of your roommate's bright, grinning face very close to your own. The first conscious thought to cross your brain is that she does, in fact, look very punchable right now, bending over just so she can hover her face in front of your own with that shit-eating grin.

"Jihyo go away," you slur, sleep still having a very firm grasp on your brain and vocal cords. You slam your face into the pillow, yanking the duvet over your head. Your peace lasts all of 0.03 seconds before your demon of a roommate yanks the cover almost entirely off your bed, revealing your curled form to the cool air and making you whine.

"Why?" you whine, clutching the dinosaur pillow in your hold closer to your chest. "L'me sleep..."

"Nope, nuh-uh," Jihyo moves over to give you a firm smack on the ass, making you yelp and jerk out of your sleepy haze so harshly that you almost fall off the bed. Ow! "I snoozed your alarm for you five times this morning, buttercup. No more! Get up."

"Jihyo," you whine, giving her an accusing look over your shoulder as you rub your stinging behind. "You didn't even hit me where my skin was covered, you cow."

The girl simply shrugs, hands on her hips as she decides that her work here is done and begins to make her way to the door. "That's on you for wearing shorts to bed in autumn, bub. Anyway, you really do have to get up because it's like, what, nine-thirty? And you have a class at ten, so..."

At first you simply blink, her words ringing in your ears but not really sinking in, until they suddenly do and you're leaping from your bed with a yelp.

"Jihyo!"

She cackles, the absolute madwoman, and promptly exits your room. "Better hurry, buttercup!"

At her departure you fly into a panicked rush to get ready, darting around your room and grabbing things at the speed of light. You don't have time to dwell on the contents of the dream you'd been having before you were so rudely awoken, and as you fling yourself around your apartment the remaining slivers you remember of it slip from your brain and out of your grasp until the next time.

x - x - x

Regrettably, all your rushing didn't help you earlier; you still arrived late to class. Your only saving grace is that it was a lecture instead of an actual class, and the professor had been playing a video for the cohort when you arrived and so the lights had been conveniently dimmed for you to slip right in to the back unnoticed.

It actually ended only a few minutes ago, and now you find yourself walking distractedly on the way to your next class, mind lost in all the thoughts you didn't have time to entertain this morning. Fleetingly, the dream flicks through your mind-- what's left in your memory of it, anyway. You can barely conjure any of the details, or even what the two wolves looked like in whole, but the feeling it left behind lingers still in the pit of your abdomen.

You don't understand it. You've been having this dream almost every night for the past week, aside from the nights where you got too little sleep to remember your dreams. Ever since that night when Taehyung and Jimin dragged you to their packhouse, each night has greeted you with the same dream of two wolves in some meadow and you don't know why. Were they that impressionable? Were you so wowed by the sight of the wolves racing that you committed it to your memory subconsciously? Maybe… it’s a possible reason, but it doesn't feel like the reason.

It started as something small, but as the week progressed there was something, a feeling, a sensation, that grew inside you until it stirred restlessly beneath your skin, like now. You're not sure what it is. You feel like you need to be on the move, like there's somewhere you need to be, or you're forgetting something. But you've checked, and you haven't forgotten something, there's nowhere else you're meant to be. So this feeling stirring around your navel... you don't know what to do about it.

Then again, you ponder as you approach the building that holds your next class, perhaps it's just the weird feeling the dreams have been leaving you with that has been making you feel so odd and on edge.

When you enter, your attention is surprisingly not immediately captured by two particular loud men as it usually is the second you step foot in the room. Thanks to their annoyingly sharp senses, the two of them can usually smell you coming before you even reach the door. Admittedly, you're not sure if you're ever going to get used to being told that you have a smell, even if it's not in the usual insulting way. Something you're just going to have to get used to, though, considering you attend a university alongside many supernaturals, two of which are some of your closest friends.

Despite the fact that you weren't accosted upon entry this time, unlike how you usually are, the two boys you begrudgingly call friends are here, seated towards the back of the room. You wonder what stopped them from performing their usual ritual of behaviour as you approach them, but the answer comes to you when you see the light frowns on their faces and the slight bags under their eyes.

"Woah," you remark, taking a seat at the rounded table next to Jimin-- they start slightly at your appearance, ringing some alarm bells in the back of your mind. "You two look like shit. Are you okay?"

Taehyung makes a face, and Jimin gives you a smile that comes out more like a wince.

"We're fine," he says, reaching up to scrub his face with a hand. "Just... a little tired."

You tilt you head, wondering if they're going to tell you why of their own accord or if you're going to have to dig and drag it out of them. Taehyung must recognise the look on your face, because he's letting out a little huff of a laugh and enlightening you in the next moment.

"It's just... some of the members of our pack," he says, yawning. Your mouth falls open in realisation; ah, so it's a wolf thing. You're even more curious now, though. You love learning more about the creatures that walk among the population— plus, they're your friends so you feel like you should learn as much as you can about them.

"Are they causing trouble?" you ask, remembering the events of the other night with an odd shiver that isn't quite anything you can name.

Both males let out a laugh, quietening only as the tutor enters the room and lets out a greeting. Today's class isn't too interactive though, and for the majority of it you're left to your own devices to complete work at your own pace. As soon as the tutor is done telling you all the agenda, Jimin is speaking quietly from next to you.

"It's not that they're causing trouble," he says, tone soft and airy. You like his voice a lot, Taehyung's too— actually, from what you can remember, every single member of the pack had a nice voice. Is it a werewolf requirement or something? Jimin's dark eyes flit from the teacher to you, mouth twisting as though he's trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say next. "It's just that..."

"You know a little bit about wolves, and the hierarchy that runs in packs, right?" Taehyung continues in Jimin's place, blinking at you. You nod, holding your hand up to gesture that your knowledge is so-so at best. "Well, within a pack there are the usual ones you've probably heard-- the alpha, the betas, omegas."

"Ah, yeah, I've heard about that," you say, unable to help the way you lean forward in interest. Taehyung smiles wryly.

"Well, there's a little more to it than that. In our pack, Jiminie and I are deltas," he hums gaze flicking upwards as he ponders how to proceed. "So our role, when we fall back into our dynamics, is largely watching territory, but it also includes taking care of ill and wounded members of the pack."

"Two of the members are sick," Jimin says, turning to you a split second later. "The two that bowled you over, actually."

"Oh," you say, recalling the handsome faces of the two wolves that had inadvertently caused your drink to end up on you and you on the ground that night. "So, they're sick and you've been looking after them? So you're tired? They should be okay though, right? I mean, you're wolves. You bounce back quickly."

The two males share a look before turning back to you, voices still hushed so that you don't draw your tutor over to where the three of you are, most definitely not doing the work assigned.

"That's just the thing, though," Jimin says, a troubled expression crossing his features. "We're wolves, we don't really get sick. The only kind of sickness that gets us is a flu that has mutated from another supernatural creature, but even so... they should have been better by now."

"It's like they just keep slowly getting worse," Taehyung says, frowning. "Jiminie and I are running ourselves into the ground trying to keep up and monitor them. We just can't figure out what's wrong to get on top of it."

"Oh," you say, an unknown feeling welling up inside you. It's something like longing, with a certain twist of urgency. You don't know what drives you to say what you did next. "Well, uh... is there anything I can do to help? You guys look exhausted."

"You wouldn't mind?" Jimin asks, sounding surprised. "Even after the other night? I know it must have been scary."

"Well, I mean, a little bit," you admit, scratching the back of your neck. "But it was also cool as hell. Your wolf forms are so awesome, I kind of wish I got to see it sooner."

"You haven't even seen ours!" Taehyung says, a little louder than intended. When the three of you look up to catch the tutor giving you the stink-eye, you bow your heads and remain silent for a while to get him off your backs.

"For real though," Jimin says a while later, hand still scribbling answers to the activity even as he talks softly. "If you're serious about wanting to help, we'd really appreciate it. The others are all caught up with either schoolwork or other obligations so it's been a little exhausting."

"I don't mind," you say, offering the two a brief smile before going back to pretending to work. "I'm happy to help. Plus... I feel a little bad that I didn't get introduced to them properly, you know?"

Taehyung snorts softly, grinning down at the table. "Yeah, that's true. Thanks, y/n."

You offer him another smile, hoping that they can't sense the way your gut flutters and churns with an unnamed feeling. "Of course."

x - x - x

When you offered to give Taehyung and Jimin a hand with looking after their sick packmates, you were expecting to be making soup or something for them to take over. You weren’t, as it happens, expecting for the two of them to rock up at 6PM while you’re in the middle of a belated cardio workout (which was only happening because you have schoolwork that you were procrastinating at the time) to grab you and drag you back over to their pack dorm to actually, physically help out.

“Why is it every time I come here, I’m always being dragged?” you question, hints of a whine to your voice. They hadn’t even let you change! You’re still in your workout gear, which, granted, consists of just a singlet and tight, ankle-length exercise pants, and isn’t that risqué—but still! The weather is getting colder these days and so are you, right now! If it weren’t for the absolute furnace that is their body temperature and the heat of their hands on your arms, you think you’d be shivering.

“You’ve only been here twice, and this is the second time,” Jimin says dismissively, hand gripping your arm as he leads you up the stairs to their front door. You have a funny feeling in your gut that you can’t quite pin, similar to the last time you were here, but now you don’t even have time to dwell on it before you’re thrown into the pack dorm once more.

It’s much tidier than it was last time.

You’re taken aback by how clean and, well…spacious it is, now that there’s not drunk adolescent bodies crammed everywhere. It’s a very modern layout, as you noticed last time, and tastefully decorated. From what Jimin and Taehyung told you, most of the bedrooms are upstairs and the lowest floor contains most amenities like the kitchen, gym room, etcetera…

The door closes with a resounding thud behind you, and there is a call from beyond the hallway, where you recall the kitchen to be. You don’t think you recognise the voice, though.

“Tae, Jiminie, you’re back!” There is a pause, and something that sounds suspiciously like a sniff. Suddenly, you’re mortified to be the only human here again. “…Who do you have with you?”

Before you’re anywhere near composed enough to be meeting another member of their pack, the two devious bastards are pushing you forwards and around the corner, into the kitchen once more. You have a very sudden, terrible flashback to the last time you were in this kitchen and on instinct you’re scanning the room for a familiar raven-haired male.

To your relief, Yoongi isn’t anywhere to be seen—there is someone at the kitchen counter though, someone that you don’t recognise at all. You freeze, offering a sheepish grin as the two wolves you somehow call your friends hold you in place. Like you could even attempt to get away anyway.

The new figure is taller than Jimin, but not taller than Taehyung. His hair is dark, cherry red, but you can spy some regrowth coming through at the roots, and before you even see the rest of his face you can tell from his eyes and the creases at their ends that this man smiles a lot. You’re proven right when he easily returns the smile you’d flashed him earlier, shooting it at you like a sunbeam. It almost, honest to god, disorients you where you stand.

“Hey Hobi,” Taehyung greets, grinning brightly. “This is y/n, we brought her around at the last party but you were, ah… previously occupied.”

The man before you has the decency to flush slightly, a sheepish grin tugging his lips. You’ve never seen a heart-shaped smile before now, but you’re glad this attractive man was the first one to show you the light.

“Ah… right.” He chuckles, before placing the bowl in his arms onto the counter and offering you a hand. “Sorry to have missed introductions, especially when Tae and Jiminie talk so much about you! I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi, or Hope if you’d like.”

Hope. It clicks together in your head and your own face flushes as you recall last time when they said he, Hope, was off practicing the karma sutra with someone. Mortified that you recalled that tidbit now of all times, you push it from your brain and try to focus on the other things he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand. You can’t help the way you grumble after though, giving Jimin and Taehyung a glare. “And I hope they haven’t talked too much. Every time I’ve heard them tell one of you about me, it’s always something humiliating.”

“Oh, like being caught watching Ouran Host Club in your lecture?” Hoseok asks, head tilting slightly as he picks the bowl back up. You wince instinctively, and he laughs. It doesn’t get any less humiliating every time you hear it.

“Yup,” you say, feeling very much like you wished you hadn’t agreed to help at all. “Something like that.”

He smiles, but thankfully doesn’t tease you further. Instead, he turns his attention to the two boys beside you.

“What did you bring her for?” he asks, curiosity the only thing you can identify in his tone. Jimin wastes no time in sealing your fate.

“She offered to help when we told her Kookie and Jin were sick!” he says, smacking your shoulder like a proud parent. It was almost a little too hard, and you cough slightly from the impact. Taehyung rubs a soothing hand over the place of impact, giving his brother a look. “So we brought her over, since the others can’t stay and you’re the only one that can run classes at the studio right now.”

Hoseok’s mouth forms an ‘o’, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “Oh, that’s very kind of you,” he remarks, flashing you another billion-watt smile. “Thank you, for that. We’re not usually this hopeless at caring for ourselves but one of the ones that’s sick is the one that usually cares for us so… we’ve kind of been running around like headless chickens, heh.”

You shrug, finally feeling a little more settled and a little less like you’d like to flee at the first available opportunity. You’re still very keenly aware of the fact that this is only the second—and first, in Hoseok’s case—time meeting these people, and it’s therefore a little awkward for you. But, to their credit, the way they’re just taking it in stride is really helping you feel less out of place.

Even though technically you hadn’t even planned on coming anywhere near here….

“It’s no problem,” you say, unsure how else to receive his words. He’s still smiling, though, so you’re guessing that he wouldn’t have been too bothered however you answered.

“How are they?” Taehyung asks, soft baritone brushing the air. There’s palpable concern in his voice, and when you glance his way his expression confirms it.

“Well,” Hoseok says, placing the bowl down on the counter again, except with a little more oomph this time. You’re beginning to grow curious as to what exactly is in there. “They’re not any better, but they’re not exactly any worse, either, so… I’m not sure how to answer. Although—”

He smacks his hand onto the counter, a wooden clatter following from the spoon in his grasp, and your eyes widen at the light gashes on the back of his hand. They’re open but not bleeding, as though they’re in the midst of healing, but they look like they were deep at some point. “—Jin has been getting a bit of an attitude, so it’s probably for the best that you brought her. The two of you are going to have to deal with him; she can deal with Kookie, if she needs to. He’s just been sulky.”

“Jin got an attitude?!” Jimin sounds incredulous, and you figure that whichever one is Jin mustn’t normally kick up much of a fuss if he’s reacting like that to the information. “What, why? Did one of you step on his paw again?”

For a moment, you think it’s just a figure of speech, like a wolf thing, but then Hoseok huffs and grumbles, rolling his eyes. “No! That was only once! No one went near his stupid paws this time. He’s been shifted ever since he started feeling sick but he’s only just started getting snappy. He’s a little testy right now… it’s why I was down here, making him stupid treats because he can’t eat human desserts in this form.”

Wait, so both of them… are wolves right now? You’re suddenly a little nervous, but do your best not to show it—somehow, despite the fact their senses are so much more advanced than yours and usually you’d be instantly found out, they’re a little too distracted with the issue currently on their hands to notice.

As though he can hear the slander being thrown around on the floors below him, there is a sudden long, muffled howl that pierces the air—the sound is weaker than you’d expect but still startles you, making you jump. As it ends, it’s followed by a thump and a series of thunks and rattles, like something had been knocked off a shelf. Hoseok rolls his eyes, and you put the pieces together and realise that must have been the wolf in question.

Jimin is wincing, reaching to take the bowl and spoon into his hands. “Uh, okay—we’ll keep an eye on him, and I’ll finish making his, uh… his scooby snacks. You can get going, I know you have a class ready to start in, like, ten minutes.”

Hoseok shoots his packmate a thankful look, more being said with his eyes than you’re privy to as a complete stranger. Now he’s relieved of his duties for the night,

“Thank you,” he says, passing Jimin the whisk that lay discarded at the other end of the bench. You then watch as he moves around the counter to grab what you quickly realise is a gym bag from its perch on the table. You half expect him to wave and then be on his way, but he halts partway towards the door, something on the tip of his tongue.

“If they don’t get better…” he trails off, brows furrowed. It’s in this moment that it really sinks in for you that their packmates must be quite sick for them to be so concerned, and you feel bad that you regretted being dragged here earlier. Jimin and Taehyung are your friends and they need help caring for their pack, their family. You feel crummy for opposing it even a little bit.

Hoseok shakes his head, brows furrowing further. “No, even if they do start to get better—I think we should call the Head Healer. This isn’t normal, and whether its some supernatural flu or something else I think they should know. I’ll tell Yoongi to call his dad, but be prepared to tell him in case he forgets.”

The two males beside you nod, Jimin’s orange locks bouncing from the fervour with which he did so.

“Will do,” Taehyung affirms, nodding towards the redhead. “We’ll take care of them in the meantime.”

Hoseok nods, expression lightening for a fraction of a second. His gaze is soon flitting back to you, a smile that makes your heart skip a beat on his lips. “It was a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he declares politely, even if the gleam in his eye is anything but. It takes all of your willpower to keep a straight face. “I’d love to get to know you a little more sometime—”

“YAH get out of here you slimy—” Jimin is huffing suddenly, red-faced and outraged, waving his arms before darting forward to chase his packmate out. “Don’t speak to her like that! She’s off-limits! Do not put your dirty whore hands anywhere near—”

The two of them disappear around the corner, but the sound of Hoseok’s cackling and Jimin’s indignant yells reach you loud and clear anyway. As Jimin sees his packmate off at the door, Taehyung picks up the bowl and resumes where Hoseok left off, and you’re left wondering just how this night is going to go with two massive wolves upstairs needing to be cared for.

x – x

“Okay, so… here’s the plan.”

You listen attentively, fidgeting on the spot and wishing not for the first time that these two idiots had let you change before dragging you here to help out. The sweat has made your head itchy, and you’re trying so hard not to scratch it that you feel your hands trembling. Thankfully, the two wolves beside you remain none the wiser to your inner turmoil and the occasional stink-eye you throw their way.

“Me and Jiminie are gonna go deal with Jin-hyung,” Taehyung says, pausing as a loud thump echoes from the floor above. The three of you are standing at the foot of the stairs, and had been about to go up before the taller man halted you all to make a game-plan. “It… seems like it’s gonna be a two person job. I don’t know what his problem is…?”

He looks to the side to Jimin as he trails off, but his friend merely shrugs, no closer to knowing the source of his packmate’s behaviour than he is. Taehyung huffs, turning to you. “And you can handle Kookie. Just take his food up for him, apparently he’s just been sulky and he’s not aggressive in wolf or human form so you shouldn’t have anything to be worried about.”

You nod as he hands you a bowl of cooked and seasoned meat that makes even your mouth water from the aroma wafting with steam into the air. “Great. That really comforts me, thank you.”

Taehyung grins and Jimin rolls his eyes. “If he allows it, could you check his temperature when you go up there? I know we usually run hot, but we’ve noticed that with whatever sickness this is their temperatures fluctuate a lot. It’ll be really helpful if you can just tell us whether he’s warm or cold.”

You nod again, Jimin appearing satisfied with his instruction. Taehyung throws his hand in the air, almost dislodging the bowl in his hold as he does so. “Alright! Autobots, roll out!”

You simply turn to go up the stairs first, already hearing Jimin deliver his packmate with a firm whack for being an idiot. You reach the top of the stairs and pause, eyes sweeping across the hallway and the abundance of closed doors with little or no distinguishing characteristics. Well, shit.

“Last door on the right, y/n!”

Perfect. Off you go.

As you approach the end of the hallway, another door opposite the one you’re heading towards, the feeling that has been sitting dormant in your abdomen suddenly stirs to life. The tugging around your navel is more persistent than ever, leaving you confused and a little disoriented as you finally reach the last door on the right. To your surprise, there is a shuffling sound from the door opposite, on the left side of the hall, and a low, baleful whine that reaches you through the wood and makes your heart drop and clench. You don’t think you’ve ever reacted so strongly to, well, anything before.

Shaking your head and hearing the other two follow behind you in the hall, you grasp the doorknob of the door you’ve been directed to and ease it open, slipping inside as quietly as possible before closing it behind you. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself and attempt to smother the quickened pace of your heart before it’s beating gets too loud, you slowly look up from the door handle and survey the rest of the room.

It’s chic, a stylish combination of white and various cool greys across the room. The window is open but the dark curtains drawn, the breeze ruffling them ever so slightly and making you shiver as it reaches you from across the room. It’s nice, you admit to yourself, momentarily forgetting why you’re there. You’re quickly reminded once more, however, at the sight of the massive furry lump sprawled across the queen-sized bed. The main overhead light isn’t on, but the bedside lamps are and it’s enough to illuminate the wolf left in your care for the time being. There’s something about him that tickles familiarity in the back of your mind as you survey his form; his coat is a sleek mixture of ink and charcoal, fur illuminated dark chestnut where it falls beneath the light. You can’t quite put your finger on why you feel something stir inside you at the sight of him, this massive wolf sprawled across the bed, and for the time being you decide to give up on attempting to understand it.

Adjusting your hold on the bowl in your hands, you move closer to the bed, unable to help the way you keep admiring this wolf’s majestic form even as he faces away from you. You know this one is the member called Jungkook, but you can’t quite put a human face to the name to recall which wolf it was that bowled you over a week ago. 

Initially, you thought that he might have been asleep, but as you grow closer to the bed you hear the softest whimper enter the air, followed by a thin whine. You freeze, looking up just in time to see a large, heavy-lidded, amber eye watching you move. Distantly, you realise that this is the sort of sight that should be making you freeze in fear. Instead, the only thing you feel is something odd and foreign, curling warmly in the pit of your abdomen. You’re not sure what to do with it, and to be honest it gives you pause. 

“Uh, hey,” you say softly, feeling a little awkward. The wolf gives a huff, blinking his large eye somewhat owlishly—while he didn’t seem to really see you earlier, he appears to be registering your appearance now. “We’ve met before… I’m Taehyung and Jimin’s friend. They said that you guys were sick so I offered to help out…”

The wolf shuffles in place, looking a little more alert. Thankfully, as Taehyung had promised, he doesn’t seem aggressive or anything like that. Actually, he seems about the opposite—as he rises to a slightly more elevated position on the bed, now facing you, he lets out another long, low whine. It makes your insides clench with something like sympathy. You place the bowl where he can reach it and immediately the wolf starts devouring his meal.

There is a sudden yowl that pierces through the walls and makes you jump, but the wolf before you couldn’t be more unbothered. In the blink of an eye the bowl is emptied and licked clean, the wolf’s massive head lifting to pin you with a look that seems to say ‘what next?’. You move the bowl so it isn’t tipped, placing it on the bedside table next to a black Nintendo Switch console there. Before you can flounder too much, you recall Jimin’s instructions from earlier.

“Oh, I need to check your temperature, as well…” you inform him, still speaking softly. There is a bit of a commotion from beyond the bedroom door and you think you hear Taehyung holler something stupid, but can’t be sure. You decide to ignore it.

Tentatively, you reach your hand up, simply going for the wolf’s forehead or the closest thing to it. To your surprise, despite the minute nod that the wolf had offered you just before, now he seems to be moving his head just out of reach every time you come close. There’s a peculiar gleam in his big puppy eyes that you can’t quite decipher, almost something sly as you continue attempting to place the back of your hand against his head. His relentless shifting ends up with you leaning over the bed to reach him, and you realise a little too late just how unstable you are. Finally, he allows you to place your hand against his head, but it lasts for barely a second before the bed is shifting suddenly and then you’re falling onto the mattress with an ‘oof!’.

The wolf huffs, a massive arm laying over your hips and his head flopped down on your chest just below your breasts. You can feel your face heat in a combination of embarrassment, confusion, and fluster. For a moment, you’re too stunned to even move.

“What are you—” you can’t even finish a full sentence, you’re so flustered. “I only need to take your temperature! Let me up, please—”

You attempt to move, or even prop yourself on your elbows, and the wolf whimpers, pitifully, more of his weight bearing down on you. You pause before trying again and receiving the same reaction, this time with a mournful whine tacked onto the end.

“You’re a big baby,” you find yourself saying, tone much closer to exasperated scolding than you might have expected. “Are you really not gonna let me up?”

In response, you receive a huff and an adjustment of the wolf’s hold on you that makes it even more difficult for you to get up from the bed, his massive paw pressing into the mattress on the other side of you. When you let out a heavy sigh, he whimpers and butts his head against you, the action oddly affectionate.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, staring at the ceiling and wondering what on earth has just happened in the past few minutes. Since you can do nothing else, you take the opportunity to finally touch his forehead and take his temperature. He’s a little cool, but oddly doesn’t stay that way; it’s like you can feel him warming beneath your hand.

Really, you’re pretty much trapped right now. You’re not as scared as one might think you would be, and you don’t really know what you’re feeling in response to the situation. You do know that something flips and flutters inside you every time you move and you hear him whimper, or whine and snuggle closer. This wolf is almost the size of a bear and is snuggling all over you like a teacup puppy.

You’re not sure how long you lay in spot before your two idiot friends finally realise you’ve been gone a little too long for the menial tasks you were given and come knocking. The creak of the door easing open makes you jump slightly in surprise and the hackles on the wolf to raise ever so slightly.

“y/n, what is taking you so l—oh. Oh my gosh.”

Your head whips in the direction of the door, and a pleading look is already on your face before you can even think to muster it. Taehyung and Jimin stand stock still in the doorway, faces portraying an almost comical amount of shock. Jimin squints, rubbing his eyes as though he’s making sure he’s really seeing what he’s seeing. “Uh… what happened here?”

“He won’t let me up,” you grumble, face on fire. This is humiliating. The wolf huffs, like he’s talking back to you, and both Taehyung and Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up. “He’s sneaky. I just tried to take his temperature and….”

“Oh, right,” Jimin says, blinking rapidly. “How is it?”

“A little cold, but each time I check he gets warmer,” you inform him, the distant hilarity of the situation not lost on you as you calmly discuss the health and wellbeing of the wolf that currently has you pinned to his bed as a makeshift teddy bear. Jimin goes to take a step forward and a soft growl halts him mid-movement, the sound something you can feel rumbling from deep within the wolf’s chest.

“Jungkookie,” he scolds, gasping in affront. “Don’t be nasty.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, something cheeky and mischievous that spells absolute trouble glimmering in his eyes. “This is fantastic—just wait until you’re human again, Koo. You’re not gonna live this down.”

Unimpressed, you send them a glare—some of your limbs are starting to fall asleep, maybe they could try and help you get out? Catching the look you send them, the two men share their own, and you can safely say you don’t quite like the tone of it.

They better not leave you here.

x – x – x

The next day finds you sprawled on your bed, feeling dead to the world.

True to their historically goblin nature, your two best friends had indeed left you there.

You’d found out later that it was because they knew they’d only be able to slip you out from under the wolf when he fell asleep (because apparently once he’s out, he sleeps like the dead, no matter the form). But until such a time as they actually came and retrieved you from beneath their sick, clingy packmate, you were incredibly annoyed with them. It had taken about an hour or so for the wolf, Jungkook, to fall asleep—about halfway through that you’d subconsciously keyed into the same plan as them and had begun carding your hands through his fur in an attempt to lull him to sleep faster. It had worked, and you don’t want to think about how dead your limbs would be if the wolf had taken any longer to fall asleep.

In all, the ordeal was incredibly embarrassing and your only saving grace is that Taehyung and Jimin were too busy planning how to tease their youngest packmate to tease you. Which is lucky because, wolf or not, if they’d teased you then you might have killed them.

You didn’t get back until around midnight, since you’d stayed a bit longer to help Taehyung and Jimin cook and prepare some stuff in case the two wolves woke up worse. As soon as your head hat hit the pillow, you’d knocked right out. Shamefully, you slept so deep and long that you missed your alarm for your morning class and woke up closer to lunch, which is where you are now.

Laying in bed with aching eyes and wishing that you didn’t have another class in another two hours.

Jihyo hadn’t even questioned where you went for so long last night, but also hadn’t made a joke about you finally getting some so you figure she’s waiting to pounce on you later. You find she’s already left for the day, when you finally wrangle yourself from bed and attempt to resume life as a functioning human being. So you’re safe until at least this afternoon, when she finishes her shift at the university second-hand bookstore. You can probably remain safe for longer if you study at the library and come home when she goes to her pilates class.

You’re shamefully good at evading her, at this point. You’d feel bad if it wasn’t a skill you’d learnt for survival.

You took your time a little too much while getting ready for your class, and it made you run so late that for the time being even you completely forgot about the events of last night. Well, you did until you enter your classroom and are greeted by two loud hollers of your name. Honestly, do they have no shame? Do attractive people even feel shame?

“Shut up,” you grumble half-heartedly as you take your seat between them, resisting the urge to rub your eyes since you’d put on mascara earlier. One of many things that had almost made you late. “You’re so loud.”

You complain, but secretly you’re glad for the noise—it means they’re feeling better, and things must also be improving at the pack dorm. When you finally raise your eyes to survey their faces, you find them displaying an odd mix of emotions. Like they’re glad, relieved, but at the same time still concerned about something.

“So… how are things at the dorm?” you inquire tentatively, making the most of the time you have before your tutor arrives and begins the class; it seems you aren’t the only one running behind today.

Taehyung lets out a huff, resting his cheek in his hand with a wry smile. “Well, Jungkookie is much better. You must have a magic touch because he was up and back into his human form this morning. He wanted to go to his classes but Namjoon made him stay back because he’s still not completely better.”

“On the other hand,” Jimin continues, without the need of prompting. “Seokjin… well, it’s almost like he’s the same as before, slowly getting worse. We can’t figure out what is wrong with him and why his condition isn’t turning around like Jungkook’s is.”

Ah, now you understand their expressions. They look about as confused as you feel, too. It doesn’t leave you with a very good feeling, if they’re the experts in this area and even they’re stumped for an explanation.

“We got Yoongi to call his dad, though. I heard them on the phone before we left so I suppose we’ll hear what he recommends when we get back.”

You hum to acknowledge what he said, opening your mouth to respond but deciding against it when you see the tutor hurtle into the room, out of breath and frantic.

“Sorry I’m late, everyone! If you could please all open your books to this week’s chapter, I will begin with the slides in just a moment!”

x – x – x

Considering that what you’d heard from your two wolf friends was that one of their packmates was on the mend and the other less so, you hadn’t really expected to hear anything else from them. That proves to be the exact opposite of what happens, though.

At quarter to three in the morning, you’re woken to sharp, persistent banging on your front door—the kind that makes you scared that the door is actually going to break beneath the force of the blows raining down on it. You tear out of your bed and stumble down the hall to answer it, knowing that if Jihyo has to get up to do it she’s going to tear you a new asshole.

“WHAT?!” You snap, not even seeing properly through the bleariness in your eyes but knowing in your heart there’s only two people ballsy enough to come bust your door down at this hour in the morning. “Are you trying to get me killed?! Jihyo still hasn’t forgotten about the last time you came over and ruined her sleep!”

Jimin has the decency to look somewhat sheepish, but Taehyung simply looks distressed. “Look, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry because I’m not, but we really need you to come with us right now.”

You blink, reaching to rub your eyes and feeling a strand of your hair flop into your face in response. You just know it looks like something made at the hands of Jackson Pollock right now. “What? The hell? Do you mean?”

It’s Jimin’s airy tone that reaches you this time, lowering your hackles ever so slightly. “No, he’s lying, we are sorry, it’s just—it’s an emergency. Something happened and we need your help to test a… a theory, if you will.”

You stare at him, willing his words to make sense in your sleepy brain. “I don’t understand.”

“That’s fine,” Taehyung says; and then in the next second he reaches and grabs you around the waist, slinging you over his shoulder. “We just need you to come. Can you lock up so she doesn’t kill us, Jiminie?”

You’re too stunned to even say anything as you hear Jimin lock your front door behind you, Taehyung already beginning to move post-haste down the apartment building hallway with you over his shoulder. When you finally catch-up to the events of the current moment, you instantly curse the blonde man out. “Hey, what the fuck—I can walk! Put me down! Put me down or I’ll go straight back home!”

“No way,” Taehyung argues, already exiting the building with you in tow. “You’re just gonna go back no matter what, if I put you down. I saw that look in your eyes, the one you get when you’re about to slam the door in our faces. We really need you to come, y/n.”

You blink, trying to remember if you planned on closing the door in their faces. It was only a few moments ago, but you’re still half-asleep and can’t remember for the life of you. A part of you wishes to speak up and deny his words, but for however outraged you are right now you’re still attuned to the words he’s saying and the vocal cues that accompany his speech. It gives you pause, because he seems really, genuinely distressed right now.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

Jimin has since caught up to the two of you and is opening the car door, preparing the back seat for your entry—you haven’t seen this one before, so you presume it must belong to one of the older pack members. “It’s Jin-hyung and Kookie.”

“What?” Confusion combines with sleepiness to make you sound like the stupidest person on earth. “I thought they were getting better? Or at least Jungkook was—”

“We thought so too,” Taehyung says, finally putting you down and patting your head in a makeshift apology. You decide that killing him can wait for later.

“And then… tonight happened.”

As the two of them climb hurriedly into the car and buckle up to send you all on your way to the pack dorm, they fill you in on the events of the evening. While Jungkook had shown a marked improvement over the day, it was like a switch had flipped as soon as night fell and the moon emerged from below the horizon. He relapsed to a worse state than he was in last night, and Seokjin’s condition apparently worsened as well. Alarmed and not having a single idea what to do, they’d called in Yoongi’s father who had spent a large majority of the night attempting to diagnose them and prevent their condition from worsening. Only around half an hour ago had he put together a theory as to what was wrong with them, after all the pack members filled him in on everything they could.

“Wait so—Yoongi’s dad? The healer…?” you wait for their nods of confirmation before continuing. “He thinks it has something to do with me? Wait, if that’s the case should you even be bringing me back?! What if I make them worse again! God, I knew I shouldn’t have rocked up to the party last week…”

“No, well—I mean—” Jimin flounders for what to say, cutting himself off when he comes close to saying something and giving you the sense that there is another element to this that they’re not telling you. You have half a mind to demand to know, but you also recognise it could also be a wolf thing that you have no business knowing. “Don’t worry, if the head healer of our pack is calling you back, it’s not because he thinks you’re the thing making them sick.”

That does ease you, admittedly. Just a bit. You yawn, catching movement outside your window and realising with a startle that you’re already at the pack dorm. Instantly, for reasons barely known to you, your stomach erupts into a live bundle of nerves. You’re so baffled by it that you don’t even notice as the car pulls to a stop and your door is being opened in the next second by a perplexed Jimin.

“Are you alright?”

You give him a stinky look to save face as you climb out of the car, pretending your legs aren’t wobbly. “You’re asking that now?”

At the attitude in your voice the expression of concern slips right off his face and he snorts, looping his arm through yours and dragging you up the path to the pack dorm for the third time in a week. “Oh good, you’re alright. Hurry up now, I can hear them howling like pups from here.”

You go to bite back with a response but pause, because the second you tune into your ears you can hear it too. It’s mournful, the way the howls pierce the air. Baleful, especially when paired with the scenery of the almost-full moon hanging above the trees. Again, you’re not scared, just oddly… nervous. As in, full of nerves. It’s as though there are a thousand bees buzzing in your abdomen, and the network of nerves and synapses in your body have turned to live wires beneath your skin, thrumming and prickling with energy.

What does your subconscious seem to know that you don’t?

The howls are amplified the second you enter the house and there is no longer several inches of thick wall muffling their piercing resonance. They seem to be upstairs once more, on the side of the house that you didn’t venture into last time. Now that you’re close enough, you can distinguish that it’s not only pitiful howls breaking the air, but soft whimpers and whines, as well. Something about it, the quality of the sounds brushing your ears, makes your eyes prick with tears. It’s almost like…. Grieving. Like they’re calling out for something or someone that isn’t coming.

“Wow, they’re somehow even louder than when we left,” Jimin remarks, already dragging you towards the stairs and beginning on the climb up. “For wolves that are so sick they sure do still have a pair of lungs on them.”

You’re too busy remembering the fact that you’re currently dressed in the same shorts and singlet combo you’ve been in all week, and that you’re in a house full of men (and wolves, but you digress) to offer a response. Your arrival at the top of the stairs brings you to the sight of a number of men at the end of the hall, gathered together and muttering amongst themselves. You recognise all but one, and figure that the unfamiliar older gentleman must be Yoongi’s father as you’d heard of him.

“We brought her,” Jimin announces, though you doubt it was very necessary since they could probably smell you coming from the driveway. “Are they doing any better?”

Yoongi leans around Namjoon to deliver the younger with a deadpan look. “Listen for yourself.”

Right on cue, there is another round of pitiful howling, the noise tugging at something deep inside you. Why did it make you want to go to them? Are your instincts broken? That seems like a crazy reaction to have. Perhaps you should go get yourself checked out after this ordeal, though you’re unsure which professional you should be seeking out.

Jimin winces. “Alright. So they’re not doing much better at all.”

The new character, Yoongi’s dad, steps forward and reaches out to shake your hand. “Hello, you must be y/n. I’m Yunho, the Head Healer of this pack. I’m so sorry to have brought you out here at such a late hour.”

Now that everyone’s attention is on you, and Yunho looks so genuinely apologetic (you see the relation to Yoongi in the kind set of his features) you find your earlier anger at being awoken and dragged here fizzling out for good. Somewhat meekly, you manage to respond, “It’s fine. If I can help then I don’t mind at all.”

The older man smiles at your words, appreciation in his tone as he thanks you. “We’re really grateful, for that. Now, if you don’t mind, all I want you to do is just… go into the room with them.”

You blink, Taehyung and Jimin already having begun guiding (read: dragging) you to the room in question. “Pardon?”

Yunho seems slightly amused and sheepish. “I… have a theory, as to what is wrong with these two. I will inform you of everything after we test it out, but would you be able to go in, for now? Please?”

You’re not exactly in a position to refuse, not that you really want to anyway. As silly as it is, if going into the room where the wolves are is something that will somehow actually help them, then you’ll do it. Especially because you don’t think you can handle much more of their baleful howling—they seem miserable.

“Yeah, okay. Of course.” You shake your limbs out, shrugging your arms out of your friends’ grips and shooting them a glare for manhandling your again. They have the decency to appear slighty apologetic.

The entire pack in the hallway parts to let you through, like a sea of wolves. The room they direct you to is the one opposite of the one you went into last night, the one where the rowdy wolf that Jimin and Taehyung took care of had been. Taking a deep breath, you push the slightly ajar door open, biting your lip in anticipation of what you will see on the other side.

It’s a room similar in shape to Jungkook’s, but with blues and yellows mixed into the scheme of whites and greys. It is, put simply and as objectively as possible, a mess. You can see where things have been knocked off of shelves and desks, and some items (namely one of the bed posts) have been chewed up and left disfigured. It looks like a house with remnants of a temper tantrum from a puppy left alone too soon. They aren’t on the bed, which is oddly bare, and you see why a moment later when you catch sight of them huddled together on the floor, the size of small bears but shaking and whimpering so pathetically that you don’t feel even a shred of fear as you gaze upon them. A rumpled mixture of fluffy blankets and duvets are beneath them in a makeshift nest, some of them still attached to the bed and tucked underneath the end of the mattress.

You’re not sure what you expected when you stepped into the room, but it wasn’t for the two wolves to fall dead silent upon your arrival. You freeze, unsure how to proceed until there is a nudge at your back, and you turn over your shoulder to see Yunho giving you an encouraging look.

“Just go over to them, it will be okay. They won’t hurt you.”

You didn’t realise that was a fear you had until his words soothed it, and you take another deep breath to steel yourself before following his directions. You can’t tell whether the wolves are awake, or in that feverish place between sleep and waking, but the closer you get the less restless they seem and the less noises tumble from their jaws. Unsure what they want you to do when you reach the wolves, you turn back with a questioning look. Already, at the silence in the room, Yunho has a relieved look on his face. He makes a hand movement, gesturing for you to take a seat, and you see several heads pop around the doorframe to watch as you do so.

Blushing madly and pretending that you’re not as embarrassed as you are, you sink to your knees in front of the two wolves, eyes scanning over the one you hadn’t seen before today.

Seokjin, if you recall correctly; the eldest in the pack (well… this little subgroup of the larger pack, anyway), and the other wolf that bowled you over that day. A sense of familiarity washes over you as you view him, too, despite the fact you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in his wolf form before. His coat is sandy and light, caramel-hued in some places with accents of white around his eyes and front paws. Again, you can’t quite place where you’ve seen him before, but you know deep down that you have. The same goes for Jungkook, who appears extra dark next to his lighter packmate. Each of their heads is larger, broader than one of your thighs, something you become acutely aware of as you shuffle closer on your knees. Two barely-seeing sets of amber eyes watch your every movement.

Just when you go to look back and see what they want you to do next, there is shuffling from in front of you that captures your attention instead; a whimper escapes Jungkook, but Seokjin is the one that is moving, lifting his head and craning it forward until his moist nose skims your knee, sniffing tentatively. Whatever you smell like must confirm something for him, because in the next moment he’s letting out a low whine from the back of his throat and struggling forward, butting his head against you before rubbing the side of it along your thigh. You don’t have words to describe how hot your face is right now. Just when you think it can’t get any more embarrassing, the darker wolf gains a sudden burst of energy and lurches forward, snapping his teeth around the edge of your shorts leg and tugging lightly.

“Wh—” you don’t even have the brain space to finish whatever you were going to say, too busy shuffling forward and trying to make sure this wolf doesn’t pants you in front of the rest of the pack who are—as you confirm with an alarmed look over your shoulder—still watching everything unfold. The wolf, Jungkook, doesn’t stop tugging until you’re nestled deep between their two bodies, their temperatures rising each second you spend there, and as soon as he releases his teeth from the material of your shorts, Seokjin’s body is tilting and his head is coming to press against you and trap you in.

This is ridiculous. Is this actually happening? Are you not still at home, dreaming?

Your alarmed look is directed at the rest of the pack mates and Yunho once more, the older man letting out a sigh and wincing lightly. The rest of the members seem an odd mix of relieved and baffled. It does not soothe you one bit.

“Okay… y/n, there’s something we need to talk to you about.”

a/n: here it is! pls let me know what u think, feel free to come scream in my inbox and leave a like & reblog!! it means the world to me!! i might not always get to respond to all of them, but i do read every single one-- reread, even. thank u for reading this and for always supporting me! love u!! <3

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[ramzawrites]

Ghost!Reader and Ghostbur a match made in heaven

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Ghostbur/Wilbur, Quackity, Philza, Ranboo, (mentioned) Fundy, (mentioned) Niki, (mentioned) Tubbo

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing

Series: No, a small drabble to get the blog and my brain juices going, might make a sequel that leans more into the X Ghostbur territory depending if people want that.

Summary: Y/N wakes up and gets confronted by Quackity that they are apparently dead and forgot everything. Quackity takes them on a small tour through L’manberg to show them to Ghostbur though for what reason he isn’t absolutely sure himself seeing how Y/N died by the hands of Wilbur.

Words count: 1930

Y/N opened their eyes immediately noticing the warm sun that was laying a blanket of warmth on their whole body. Birds were happily chirping as the wind was softly brushing through the trees, making for a nice background noise.

They then noticed that they were in fact laying outside with their arms and legs outstretched but for some reason they didn’t feel inclined in moving. It felt comfortable and safe.

“Y/N?” someone called out from behind.

They felt a bit disgruntled for having to move but when they looked back towards where the the shout came from, they saw a man with a beanie and small yellow wings approaching them.

With a soft smile they waved towards that person “Yes, I believe that is my name!”

Once the person got closer they noticed how shocked he looked. His mouth was wide open, as well as his eyes.

Huffing Y/N finally stood up and walked slowly towards this shocked man “Hello? You did call out for me is that right? Y/N is my name I think.”

He in return slowly shook his head, slowly opening up and closing his mouth as if he was searching for the right words but they just wouldn’t appear. To make him feel more comfortable Y/N tried to put on their nicest smile in order to encourage him. Quite the weird man isn’t he?

“Yeah that is your name but are you like Ghostbur?” he suddenly blurted out which resulted in him smacking his hands against his mouth as if he just suddenly said something incredibly rude or embarrassing.

Y/N frowned and gave his question a good thought before answering “I’m sorry but I don’t think I know what you mean, sir.” Ghostbur? Who is that? Like him? In what way?

“Sir? Y/N, don’t you know who I am?”

Embarrassed Y/N did notice that this man clearly knew their name but when they looked at him nothing came to their mind “Oh, I’m so sorry! I suppose that must have slipped my mind! This is embarrassing.”

The man nodded to himself as if he finally realized what was happening “I’m, uh, Quackity. You used to help me a lot out back when I was Vice President.”

“Oh, really? That is weird that I can’t re-“

But Quackity interrupted them “Okay, listen I think I know what is going on but I need to check something first. What is the last thing you remember before you met me here.”

Y/N tapped their lips with their fingers as they begun thinking “Hmm, well I remember waking up under the sun here but before that. I remember warmth, no, heat. Something was hot.” Now a frown was beginning to form on their face “A scream? From who? Me? Ugh, I’m sorry Quackity I’m beginning to have a headache I just cannot remember more.”

Quackity looked hurt and defeated as he listened, nervously kneading his hands “Hey, Y/N you do realize you are dead, right? Like, you are a ghost right now.”

They blinked for a second and looked down their body which did look a bit transparent “Ah, I guess you are right! I suppose I am dead!”

“Do you know how you died?”

“What is this? An interrogation?” Y/N laughed but chose to answer the question nonetheless “All I remember is a loud bang, heat and then I was gone. That’s it.”

Quackity nodded “Come with me.”

And Y/N answered cheerfully “Okay!” as they happily floated next to him.

Quackity then led Y/N into a really pretty city. He explained to them this little nation was called L’Manberg and was currently in the middle of being rebuilt. On the way he apparently reintroduced them to a number of characters like Tubbo, Fundy, Niki and introduced them to Ranboo which was a funny little thing.

As Ranboo approached Quackity begun explaining “Ah, he is new you wouldn’t have known him but his name is-“

But Y/N was already floating over to the Hybrid, stretching their hand out “Hello! My name is Y/N I do not remember you so I’m sorry! Can you tell me your name again?”

The teenager stared at them with an unsure expression but still shook their hand “Oh! We met before? I’m sorry Y/N I can’t seem to remember you as well but my name is Ranboo.”

Quackity then had to explain to the both of them that they have actually never met before. He then urged Y/N to continue walking since he had a specific person in mind they should talk to. He was thinking of Ghostbur.

Ghostbur doesn’t remember either but he and Y/N used to be best friends but also the reason for their death. When he pressed the button Y/N was in the middle of the explosion consequently loosing their last life. Shortly after, Wilbur himself died.

After some walking and searching Quackity grew annoyed so he just decided to yell out his name “Ghostbur! Where the fuck are you?”

“You called Quackity?” A soft voiced asked.

When Y/N looked they saw a pale man float from behind the building towards them. He wore a yellow sweatshirt and a red beanie on his fluffy brown hair. A single grey strand was running along the front of his hair.

They wanted to great this new man, which they presumed was Ghostbur but their body refused to act so they let Quackity speak first.

“Good, you are here. Ghostbur you know this person?”

Ghostbur was putting his hand against his chin as he floated towards Y/N. Floating around them looking at them from every angle. As he was upside down staring at them he finally spoke up again “I feel like we have been friends before. Way back. I’m sorry new ghost but I have a horrible memory.”

“Oh, I cannot remember you at all! So I’m sorry! I seem to not be able to remember anything! My name is Y/N!”

“Y/N! That’s it! You are a ghost as well! I guess we can continue being friends as ghosts! Isn’t that fun!”

The two ghosts begun happily chatting about what they remember from their death as Quackity just stared at them. He was hoping this could either awaken any memories from Y/N or Ghostbur. He wasn’t really sure what he would accomplish by doing this or what good it would do but he had to try.

He was disappointed but he didn’t know why.

“I’m gonna let you guys be, okay?” but the two weren’t really listening anymore. They were now comparing their transparency.

From that day on it was a rare thing if you didn’t see the two together. Most people first reaction was that of shock. Sure, they started out as friends but over time as Wilbur grew more desperate slowly loosing himself, Y/N made sure to stay away from him.

They tried their best to get him back off that edge but never succeeded. When the war happened they were fighting on Wilbur’s side but whenever he tried to talk to them they would just walk away.

Then they died. By a single button press from Wilbur.

While most assumed that Wilbur didn’t realize this, Philza knew. When he protected Wilbur from the blast Wilbur was squirming around trying to get a look as L’Manberg went up only for him to grow limp and whispering a shocked “Y/N”. At that point Philza was confused why he did that but after he learned of Y/N and that they apparently died in the blast, he knew.

So when he saw Ghostbur and Y/N happily interacting with each other he weirdly enough felt happy but also felt a pang of pain in his heart. Both deaths were unfair and seeing them interact like this now felt wrong to him but both seemed so happy.

The two, Ghostbur and Y/N, both lived in the sewers together. Enjoying their time as ghosts and handing out a substance called “Blue” towards everyone.

While Ghostbur still remembered some happy parts of his life Y/N barely remembered anything but small parts from their death. When prompted to try to remember more they would always get a huge headache that can get to the point that seemingly destabilizes their ghostly body, so the others didn’t try to force them again.

Philza tried to get Ghostbur to tell him more abt Y/N and what he remembers about them but he would always just answer “They were and are my best friend. I love them dearly. We hung out all the time it is really nice that we can hang out after dying as well.”

There was only one time their old self came through a bit. It was right after Tubbo exiled Tommy. Ghostbur was trying to talk to Y/N and make them follow him and Tommy. Y/N would say that the others in L’Manberg needed them to cheer all of them up so they couldn’t follow now but later they would.

Ghostbur wouldn’t take that as an answer since the two did everything together.

Y/N then got angry, so angry the other’s were figurately transported back into the time where both were still alive yelling at each other as they watched.

“No! I will not follow, Wilbur! You always do this! You assume I will just follow you but not this time! This time you are going down a route I cannot follow you!”

Everyone was surprised to hear that. For Tubbo and Fundy who stood close by recognized this speech. This was one to one what the alive Y/N once yelled at Wilbur.

Ghostbur was furrowing his eyebrows “I’m not Alivebur, I’m Ghostbur.”

Y/N looked confused themselves as they held their head in pain “I- I know that. I’m sorry Ghostbur. I have no idea where that came from. I- uh, please go after Tommy. I will come visit later and maybe stay but right now I need to be here.”

Ghostbur nodded and floated off.

Fundy wanted to run over to Y/N asking them if they remembered anything more but they were basically running off to the sewers saying that they needed to be alone.

They don’t know what came over them. Suddenly there was this hot anger that begun to form at the pit of their stomach only to bubble over which lead to their outburst. As they were yelling they swore they were standing inside a cave. Wilbur wasn’t transparent and wearing an old destroyed coat. One of his eyes hidden behind his fluffy hair that has grown longer. The grey streak gone.

They themself felt stronger but sad. Angry. Disappointed. Heartbroken.

Fundy and Tubbo were standing by. Both looked roughed up and worried. Tubbo had bandages hidden beneath his chin. One of his eyes was covered by bandages as well and Y/N remembered feeling so much anger when they saw Tubbo. Not against Tubbo but to whoever did this to him.

As they wanted to take a closer look at more around them, they suddenly noticed that they were standing outside in L’Manberg with an obsidian wall next to them. Ghostbur in front of them, looking hurt. Tubbo and Fundy looking pale as the others who were also listening looked more shocked and confused.

They huddled down in the sewers in the room with the nice warm fire Ghostbur started. Bookshelves full with books that Ghostbur and Y/N found. A couple of books they wrote together where also found between them.

Y/N hugged themselves as a thought crossed their mind “Did Ghostbur take >How to Sex 2< with him? I’m sure Tommy misses it.”

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[beyondthebarrier]

Starker Festivals Summer Bingo

Prompt: Didn't Know They Were Dating | Title: Rising to the Occasion | Ao3

Summary: The media seems to think that Tony and Peter are dating. In fact, so does Rhodey. And Aunt May. And the team...

Don't worry. Tony sets the story straight.

This is my first proper Starker fic so bear with me!

It wasn’t abnormal for Peter to be alone when he woke up, if he was being honest. Tony was rarely still in bed in the mornings, presumably quick to dismiss himself from the actions of the night before. Peter never minded, usually always able to find the man elbows deep in some project that he might be able to pick the genius’ brain about.

“FRI, can you start me some coffee?” Peter asked quietly, his voice a little raspy from sleep.

“Of course. Good morning, Peter.”

“Good morning, FRIDAY.”

Peter got to his feet, finding his sweatpants from the day before and Tony’s discarded Black Sabbath shirt before making his way directly to the kitchen for the promised cup of coffee. It took a few sips for him to realize that he heard voices coming from the living room - he’d assumed he was the only one in the penthouse. He recognized the second voice easily though so he wasn’t shy about heading that way.

“Look who’s awake,” Tony announced with a smile when Peter and his bedhead popped up in the open door frame. Rhodey looked his way and Peter waved around his coffee mug.

“Hope you’re here on your own accord and not because he dragged you for some nonsense, Colonel,” Peter greeted with a smirk towards the man in question.

“I’m not here for damage control this time, miraculously,” Rhodey replied easily, chuckling.

“In that case, I’ll leave you two to it. Tones, I’m gonna shower and head downstairs. It was good to see you, Colonel!”

As Peter made his way back towards the bedroom, Rhodey looked over at Tony and sighed at the look on the billionaire’s face.

“He looks good on you, Tony.”

--

“Here, May, I’ve got it,” Tony swooped in, grabbing the woman’s empty plate before she could fully get to her feet. Peter rolled his eyes but stood as well, his own empty plate in hand.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to him,” Peter started, exasperated. “This man would rather buy new dishes than wash them at his own house and then he sits here and readily offers when we’re over here. Please, I need to know your secret. I’m tired of coffee rings in all the mugs.”

“Oh it’s easy, Peter. He’s scared of me,” Aunt May said in a faux whisper, winking at Tony before she settled on her sofa with the rest of her glass of wine as the boys worked to clean the kitchen. Tony washed while Peter absentmindedly dried and put away dishes, chatting away quietly to the older man. When Peter turned back to face the man, Tony quickly smeared soap bubbles onto Peter’s cheek, grinning. With a laugh, Peter reached into the sink, splashing the man with the water in the sink, despite the expensive suit Tony was wearing. Tony didn’t seem bothered as he grabbed the young man around the waist and pulled him in close for a hug, getting him wet as well. Peter squeaked, making Tony lean his head back in laughter before kissing Peter’s forehead and letting him go. Only Tony noticed the look that May was giving them both and he just smiled before turning back to finish cleaning.

As they left, Aunt May wrapped both men in crushing hugs to say goodbye. As Tony helped Peter into his jacket, he looked over his head at the woman, smiling.

“It’s our turn next Sunday, May. Be at the penthouse at seven.”

--

“I thought the little spider was supposed to be here? I brought ale for him to try!” Thor announced, holding up a large jug full of… well, not even Tony was eager to try the liquid sloshing around. Peter had been excited with the prospect of an alcohol that would give him the proper effects but Thor was right - Peter was nowhere to be found.

“Maybe he’s just running late,” Tony replied with a casual shrug, even as he slid his phone out to send yet another text to the missing member of the team. It was meant to be a little game/movie night and Peter was usually the one coercing him into attending so his lack of punctuality was bothering Tony. However, it wasn’t until Natasha and Steve also pointed out Peter’s absence that Tony excused himself. They weren’t sure exactly where he was going until they saw the suit fly off from the landing deck, heading in the direction of a shitty little apartment in Queens.

When Peter didn’t answer the door, Tony let himself in with his key, calling out Peter’s name frantically. It was a studio apartment and Peter groggily sat up in bed, blinking at the man who had just rudely interrupted his sleep.

“Pete, there you are. You’re missing game night, why are you- You’re burning up, sweetheart!” Tony sat on the edge of the bed, the back of his hand pressing against Peter’s forehead.

“M’cold,” Peter mumbled, trying to wrap the blankets around himself again so he could lay down.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”

“Not hungry..”

“Okay, you’re definitely sick,” Tony pointed out, jumping to his feet to search the kitchen for food. Peter spent so little time here now that the cabinets were practically barren. There was certainly no cans of soup or really… anything. With a wince, Tony reached for a half-empty jar of peanut butter and a spoon, heading back to the bed.

“Tones, m’not hungry,” Peter whined as he scooped peanut butter out of the jar.

“Sweetheart, you need calories. Just a little bit and some water and I’ll let you go back to sleep. Your body will kick this in no time but it needs fuel to do it,” Tony said firmly, lifting the spoon to Peter’s lips. He opened them, accepting the spoon reluctantly and smacking his lips as he tried to get the peanut butter down. Tony got up, fixing him a cup of water. Between the two of them, they painstakingly got a full eight ounces of water and four big spoonfuls of peanut butter into the enhanced man before Peter gave up, flopping back into the pillows.

“Are you going back to game night?” he asked Tony, a rather pitiful look on his face. Tony shook his head, laying down beside him and wrapping his arms around him.

“No, I’m not going anywhere. Go back to sleep, I’ll be right here,” he assured, running his fingers through Peter’s sweaty curls and kissing his forehead.

--

Peter had decided to leave the tower for his lunch break, the idea of a sandwich from the deli down the block on his mind all morning. It was a beautiful day and he’d been looking for an empty space on a bench when he noticed the pointing in his direction from a few people by a magazine stand. He glanced down at himself, trying to see if maybe his shirt had come untucked or he had trash trailing on his shoe but he didn’t spot anything. However, he did hear the words, ‘Tony Stark’s boyfriend’ come from someone’s mouth and his stomach immediately twisted. He couldn’t stop himself from going over to the stand, dreading the idea of seeing Tony’s smiling face on a magazine cover with some- Oh. It was him. Peter laughed, picking up the glossy booklet. They’d attended a gala on Saturday evening for SI and the photo on the cover was the two of them all dressed up and smiling at each other in front of some rose bushes. ‘Tony Stark and boyfriend, Peter Parker, Rose to the Occasion.’ Peter scoffed at the title, setting it back down and reaching for his phone. He wasn’t sure Tony would find it as amusing as he did but he was just relieved that it hadn’t been someone else on that cover.

Thankfully, Tony didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He had already known about it, getting the alert from PR hours before, and even seemed a little concerned that Peter might be upset about it.

“Do you want me to put out a statement about it?” Tony asked him over the phone, as if sensing Peter’s slight discomfort.

“You won’t be rude about it or anything, right? Just clarify, sweet and simple?” Peter asked, noticing that he was still garnering a bit of attention. Thankfully, New Yorkers themselves were usually nonchalant about that kind of thing so it was only the tourists that were trying to draw attention to him.

“Of course. I’ll get it out right away,” Tony assured him.

Peter had no reason not to believe him. He thanked him, hung up, and moved further away from the news stand. He muted his phone before digging into his sandwich, taking advantage of the rest of his lunch break before heading back to work. It wasn’t until he was in the elevator going back up to R&D that he noticed his phone was blowing up. He sighed, expecting a tweet or something from Tony laying out the truth but what he found caught him off guard.

Relationship. Tony said relationship. He hadn’t claimed that they were just friends or fuck buddies or whatever. He said relationship. Peter was so hyperfocused on the words that the next thing he registered was FRIDAY’s voice.

“Mr. Parker? Mr. Parker, are you alright? Your vitals are concerning, should I alert Mr. Stark? ..Peter?”

“No! No, FRIDAY, no, don’t alert him, I’m fine!” Peter scrambled to answer, glancing up to see what floor the elevator was at currently. “Please don’t. I’m fine. I’m answering you, I’m fine!”

FRIDAY reluctantly agreed not to tattle just as the elevator stopped at his floor. Peter wasn’t feeling very fine, despite his protests, as he stepped out. He expected lots of stares and whispers, perhaps even direct comments about him ‘dating the boss.’ But there was nothing. Either nobody here had seen it yet or they just didn’t care. That certainly helped matters as he made his way to his table, intending on trying to focus on work but finding himself scrolling through the comments on the post instead. It was full of congratulatory messages from strangers but their friends didn’t seem very surprised. Rhodey, Nat, Ned, even Steve commented, all seeming as if this was barely news to them.

Peter got to his feet, heading back to the elevator to get to Tony’s lab. As the doors slid open on Tony’s R&D floor, Tony was standing there waiting to get on. The man flashed him his signature smile, stepping aside so he could get out.

“I was just coming to see you. May texted, said you seemed a bit out of it. Are you okay? I know the attention can be a lot but if I repeatedly make it clear that I want your privacy to be respected, it shouldn’t get too bad. Trust me, the fangirls will go rabid when reporters get too in-your-face about something,” Tony explained, leading Peter towards his office. Peter didn’t respond, staring straight ahead as Tony closed the door behind them. “They’ll want to protect you at all costs,” Tony continued, heading for the sofa instead of his chair. Peter remained standing, still just staring. Tony finally realized something was up and quirked an eyebrow at him, curious. “Pete?”

“Boyfriend.” Peter said blankly, staring at the man.

“Um, yes? I also have a name you can address me by.”

“Boyfriend.”

“Oookay, that works too. Peter, what’s wrong?”

The younger man started pacing the length of the office and Tony sighed, covering his face with his hands for a moment before regaining composure.

“FRIDAY, diagnose him. Fever? Has he been drugged? Is he having a psychotic break?”

“Sir, it appears that Peter is in a state of shock,” FRI replied easily. “His heart rate is elevated but nothing to be concerned about.”

“Shock over what?” Tony asked, watching as his partner continued to pace. He could practically see the gears turning in the boy’s head.

“It seems that Peter was not aware that the two of you were dating, Sir.”

Tony let out a humorless laugh while Peter came to a halt, his cheeks tinting pink as he stared at the floor. Realizing that there may be some truth in what FRI was telling him, Tony got to his feet, carefully approaching Peter.

“She’s right, isn’t she?” He asked softly, frown lines deeply engraved into his forehead. Peter refused to respond, not even looking up. Tony sighed, cupping the man’s chin and gently lifting it. “Pete? Is she right?”

Instead of answering, Peter’s face crumpled.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, hiding his face in his hands. Tony immediately pulled him into his chest, wrapping his arms around him securely. “I didn’t know that’s what this was.”

“That means I fucked up somewhere, Peter. Not you,” Tony soothed, rubbing the boy’s back. “If it had just been sex, I could understand, but Pete, sweetheart. I go to Sunday dinners with your Aunt. I host Sunday dinners for your Aunt. I take care of you when you’re sick, I let you wear my clothes.. Baby, we practically live together.”

“You never asked! You never used the words dating or boyfriend or-or-or relationship or anything,” Peter defended, lifting his head to look at the older man.

“Eight months ago, we laid in bed and I told you that I never wanted this to end. That I wanted forever with you,” Tony explained. “You agreed. I thought we were pretty clear from there on.”

“I thought that was pillow talk!” Peter exclaimed. “I’m so angry right now that it’s not even funny.”

Tony frowned once more, immediately letting Peter go and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Angry? You’re angry that I thought we were dating?”

“I’m angry that I’ve been holding back for eight months because I thought I wasn’t allowed to have you! I don’t kiss you first or touch you first or cuddle you whenever I want because I didn’t want to be too much for you!”

Tony’s face broke out into a grin, seeming relieved.

“Well, let’s rectify that right away.”

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #sfsummerbingo21

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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts 

Part 14:

It was getting a little exhausting at this point.

You were once again searching through hero rankings, staring and staring and hoping that it would make a difference- but it didn’t. Of course it didn’t. You just couldn’t think of any prototype that felt like it was good enough. 

Your eyes burned as you closed out of one website, opened another, and rinsed and repeated several times over. Nothing was new or exciting. It was all the same recycled clips and drama about the same few top heroes you’d already been used to seeing. It also didn’t help either that nearly every community board, almost every comment, was currently serving as a means to bash some pro-hero named Dynamite nd nothing else.

Apparently the attack he stopped a few days ago had a few more casualties than the public would’ve liked. On one hand, you sort of understood. His quirk, while effective, did seem objectively dangerous- but, you also couldn’t help feeling bad for the poor guy. Often the most effective means of stopping violence was through more violence, and that wasn’t his fault. And he definitely didn’t deserve to be blamed for a situation that was already bad in the first place- especially at the non-stop rate he was being vilified.

It was everywhere you looked. Thread after thread of people pulling old clips and resurfacing audio and digging into his apparently very messy past. You couldn’t imagine how that would feel- didn’t even want to try. You didn’t know who Dynamite was as a civilian- you didn’t really care enough to look- but some part of you still hoped he was okay. 

You suppose that your hope matter in the end though, because even from your sympathetic angle, lives lost were still lives lost- and he was at the center of all of it.

You rubbed at your eyes, groaning loudly as you realize how much time you wasted looking at yet another news reel of nothing but Dynamite criticism. This wasn’t helping. This wasn’t productive, but you didn’t know where else to look.

You closed your laptop’s lid, nearly cheering as you realized what time it was. 

Woah. 

Remember that excitement earlier? All gone now.

Bakugou didn’t call you any names, didn’t make any jokes. You wouldn’t necessarily say he was a conversationalist, but over the last few days he had at least been indulgent of your antics. This didn’t feel that way. His response was cold, succinct, dismissive. He seemed angry- well, angrier than usual. 

You tried to think of a response but nothing felt right. You deleted the words almost as soon as you began typing them out.

You winced.

That, uh- you thought you were past this part of the relationship. A week ago, sure, you would’ve just barreled on without a second thought, but that didn’t feel right anymore. 

This was the first genuinely mean thing Bakugou had said to you quite some time now. It hurt, and the ironic thing was, you actually thought it would’ve hurt less if he called you a name at the end of it- at least then you’d know he was joking.

But you didn’t think he was joking this time, and it didn’t feel good.

His response only made you feel worse, but you didn’t want to push. You were sure Bakugou would see your genuine concern as nothing more than picking a fight- and you didn’t want that.

God, what a shitty day. You thought, shoulders slumping as you abandoned your phone on the bed. Might as well just start getting ready for bed. 

You hopped in the shower, turning the water practically scalding, but it didn’t make you feel any warmer than before. 

Jesus, when did I get so pathetic? He’s just another guy.

Except even you shook your head at that. You didn’t want him to be just another guy. Bakugou was your soulmate, and, as you were quickly finding out, that made everything hurt a lot more. 

When you left the shower, changing into clothes that didn’t feel as comfortable as you remembered, you realized just how tired and defeated you felt. So tired and defeated, that you almost didn’t hear your phone buzz. 

It buzzed four times, in quick, rapid succession, and even you were embarrassed by how you sprinted over to grab it. 

You glance up at his earlier message- the one that made you feel so miserable. 

Bakugou was still essentially saying the same thing, but now it felt different. You wanted to smack yourself. Why was this so dramatic? Why did it feel like your mood depended entirely on whether he was nice to you or not?

When did you allow yourself to get so attached? 

The thought made your head spin, and you very easily decided it wasn’t something that you wanted to get into. It definitely was not a thought process that would help you right now, or in any way be productive. 

So you tabled it completely. Because you were a responsible adult who did very responsible adult things like bottling up feelings that made you scared. 

Instead, you decided to tell him about a safe feeling you were having; a normal person feeling. A feeling that wasn’t something completely ridiculous like being overly attached to someone who’s only once, sort of, confirmed that he even likes you. A feeling definitely that wasn’t panic over someone who could very easily mean the names he calls you, someone who you’ve latched onto for no other reason than your own naïve dream of a fairytale love- oh god? Were you wrong? Were you reading into something that wasn’t there? Did he even care that you were his soulmate? He probably didn’t, right? He never said otherwise but he never confirmed it either which basically meant that Bakugou told you that it didn’t matter to him- that you didn’t matter to hi-

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. That wouldn’t help. Your cyclical anxiety wouldn’t help anything, especially if you were once putting words and thoughts into Bakugou’s mouth even after he explicitly told you not to. 

This is what you tried to avoid earlier. This exact thing. 

God, you wished you could compartmentalize better; but you couldn’t, so you settled for the next best thing.

You tried to focus on comforting the him on the other side of the phone instead of questioning the him inside your head, because the real Bakugou obviously needed it; and if your rambling was what it took for him to feel a little better than you’d make it happen. 

For him. 

Okay, you could do this. This conversation was normal, zero risk, expertly functional, nice- sort of comfortable, even?

That earlier thought? That poor, poor, ill-fitting word you used? Comfortable? 

Yeah, it’s gone now. Should’ve never been there in the first place.

Oh well, nothing left to do but go back to another familiar game, right? This one’s called pretending you’re fine.

It doesn’t bother you? 

What kind of loaded question was that? Even worse- what was your response to it? 

Bakugou started typing something and quickly deleted it. You watched as he didn’t start typing again, and that only solidified it for you.

The way you answered him was wrong. You were supposed to be reassuring him, not letting your own stupid worries slip through. Talking about your anxiety? To a person who was already having his own emotionally exhausting day?

Jesus christ, you didn’t think you could come up with a stupider move if somebody paid you. 

You felt that sickly feeling from earlier coming back again. You shouldn’t have said that. It was revealing too much and it was an insensitive response during a conversation that should’ve been about him. And maybe you just offended him and made him think you were selfish and not someone he could rely on and he’d never want to talk to you again because you just admitted you were unhinged and why would he want to put up with that when he-

You wanted to smash your head into a wall. God, why couldn’t your brain just shut up? 

Bakugou didn’t say that to you. Any of that. You were once again putting words in his mouth, and it’d been all of 3 minutes and he hadn’t even responded yet.

He wasn’t a bad guy, and he wasn’t just suddenly going to drop you. You knew that. He’d already proven several times that he actually cared about you, and would seek you out if you didn’t find him first. You also knew that the blunt things he said weren’t always meant to be rude, and the names he called you, while crude, were still just odd forms of endearment. 

You were just overthinking things. Bakugou was a nicer guy than he seemed- you knew that more than anything. 

With that in mind, you tried to re-focus on only saying words that would make him feel better from now on.

Your phone buzzed.

When you typed it out- you realized again just how stupid you were being.

This entire time, this entire conversation, you had been stuck in your own head and rendered essentially blind to what Bakugou was actually saying. 

He wasn’t asking you these questions to cause you doubt, he was asking for reassurance.

You wanted to scream. You were so consumed with your own worries that you couldn’t see his responses for the insecurities that they were.

When he asked ‘It doesn’t bother you?’- That was him really asking “Do you like me? Do you think I’m actually a good person?”

And the answer was yes. Easily yes. You might not have known concrete facts about him, or even really anything past his name, but you knew his personality. And you think that maybe that made things clearer than any first name could’ve.

 God, why were you so worried about how he’d react to your anxiety earlier? Why did you ever think Bakugou wasn’t just as emotionally stilted as you? 

You were both the same brand of socially inept- that’s the only way this relationship would have ever worked.

With that in mind, you cast away your worry. It didn’t matter right now. You had to be the strong one because Bakugou couldn’t be. He deserved that much.

Your heart broke. 

You wanted to hug him and tell him nice things and stop every person who said he wasn’t good from ever speaking again.

You watched him read the text, but it didn’t seem like he was going to respond.

You hoped he was okay- that what you said was enough to reassure him, because you meant it. All of it. 

But even so you couldn’t stop worrying, so after 10 minutes or so, you sent him another text before you could stop yourself.

Bakugou said he wasn’t a liar, so you’d trust him. If he said he felt better than you did your job, and you’d allow yourself to relax. 

At least this once.

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