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Falling in love (Cater edition)

At last, I'm back writing! Sorry, I had been facing mental health issues, and it mixed with school work and the fact that I actually didn't know what to do with Cater, plus another project I have in my mind. But do not worry, 'cause today I litsened to phony, which inspired me! That's my favourite cover, btw. Suck it up helped too.

(Holy crap "Ashite aishite" started playing while writing this, 400 likes and I'll write a yandere Cater parody lmao)

Well, let's get it started!

Warnings: is a bit angsty, sorry, I didn't mean to :'D

When it doesn't catch Cater's interest, he won't be able to focus in it, like studying. But magicam does capture his interest, and his many followers really love his bubbly easygoing personality, they really look up to him. He just has to be positive, even in situations that drain his heart in tears and sweat.

He doesn't like sweets? Just eat them all! You're scared of loosing your friends? Just don't form any strong bonds, easy-peasy! You're feeling down? Just smile to the camera! Isn't it great? This is his life!

The ceremony of a new school year is taking place at NRC. He smiles to his camera to show off how handsome and ominous he looks in his cloak, "#thesameceremonyaslastyears", he writes underneath the picture with bored eyes. But, suddenly, certain magicless human breaks out the coffin at everyone's surprise yet amazeness.

Cater feels as if his heart could get out his chest, and a tiny shade of pink makes its appearance shily on his cheeks. "That guy is so cute, I wanna have a photo of him" he thought immediately.

A few days later, that same boy shows up at Cater's dorm as one of his clones is painting the roses for the upcoming unbirthday party. His eyes lit up, and his mind starts thinking many things at once. He focuses little by little in the ones that he believes as priorities, like Ace having one of Riddle's collars on his neck.

Minutes later, everyone is helping him paint the roses. Not only that, he surprised (Y/N) with his unique magic, yeah, He learned his name! Cater doesn't really understand why, but that plus the adorable smile that boy is displaying right now just melts him.

After finishing, he approaches the magicless human.

-Hey, (Y/N)! -he giggles, blinking an eye- Did ya have fun?

-Oh, hi, Cater -he sends back a smile-. Yeah, Ace didn't stop complaining, but I really enjoyed painting the roses with all of you! -he cheerfully answers.

The young user of magicam gulps as he feels the same exact emotions as the ones at the ceremony slowly start hitting him again, takes out him phone with shaky hands, and coughs softly.

-Do ya want to take a selfie with me? -he asks.

(Y/N) is a bit baffled at first, "He looks like the guy that would make me mad by taking a picture without my permission" he thinks as nodding unconstiously. Did that little surprise catch him down guard?

Cater smiles widely at the affirmative answer.

He will treasure that handsome face on that photo all his life.

But not everything is pink and happy all the time. Like in the next day, when Riddle actually overblots and, thus, puts his life in real danger. Cater's friendships didn't last more than two years, so seeing one of his longer lasting friends in this state actually crushes his soul. But he can't show he is worried, he just doesn't have the permission to be sad.

So as soon as he has the opportunity to hide in the second shot of the unbirthday party, he goes to a spot to have some alone time just to have a breakdown. Tears fall down to the ground when he quietly sobs, he sits down there with a helpless look. "Why is so hard to bottle up the emotions?" He wonders.

He heards footsteps approximating him, so he swipes off all the tears.

-Cater?

He freaks out even more when he sees that it is (Y/N) who is seeing him like this.

-Are you OK? Do you need help? -he asks worridly.

Cater shakes his head, he doesn't speak due to not wanting his... crush? Hearing his voice other than his happy, go-lucky tone. (Y/N) frowns.

-Or company?

This time, he doesn't answer; two of his feelings collide and he just doesn't know what he should answer, his mind is just too blurry right now.

-Get better, Cater senpai... -(Y/N) says goodbye, taking his silence as a negative.

-Wait. -Cater finally demands before it's too late.

(Y/N) looks at him wide eyed, the poor third year is clearly asking for a hugh with open arms. Even the magicless boy is surprised with the fact that he accepted.

He buries his face in Cater's neck as he kneels down so he can reach hsi embrace. The once sobbing mess wraps (Y/N) with his arms.

-Can I trust you? -he quietly murmurs in his ear.

-Of course you can. -(Y/N) answers tenderly as he pats Cater's back.

On that day, Cater learned that he could speak with his crush; in the sense that he feels safe to tell him almost anything he is feeling, yeah, I'm excluding the romantic feelings.

From that day on, Cater spends all the time he can with (Y/N). They speak about anything and everything, if anyone ever makes a contest between them to see who knows each other better, it'd be a tie.

Then, they start to be more touchy with each other. Hugs, laying down on each other, even ocassiomal kisses on the cheeks. It is normal that the other students think that they're a couple, but they always get really flustered out when it happens. Until one damn time...

-You're such a cute couple! -one of the students mistake them.

-I know! -(Y/N) laughs- It's a joke, we're just close friends.

That is the night that one of Cater's pillows has to suffer one of his most long, high-pitched little screams from him, his face in a shade that completely hides the diamond on his cheek and his heart almost exploding. That's it, he has to confess, unless he is going to die much younger he thought he would.

One morning, Cater checks his magicam witing for (Y/N) on the same exact spot he discovered him crying his eyes out. He still can't believe that he feels comfortable showing more faces rather than "happy" to him, but that is maybe the reason he is waiting there in the first place.

-Cater! -(Y/N) waves at him with that cute smile of his.

-Oh god, is Huggy-chi!

The other boy loudly laughs.

-What's with that nickname?

-Shaddup and hug me! -demands Cater, opening his arms.

Almost like a puppy, (Y/N) jumps to his embrace. They both stay quietly like that for a few seconds, Cater is already feeling his stomach flipping upside down, his body shaking at the sensation of the cold sweat on his hands.

-Are you alright? - (Y/N) notices.

Cater takes a deep breath.

-Yes and no. -he answers.

-You know you can tell me anything. -he says patting his back.

-Yeah, but I dunno if you'll like this.

-What do you mean?

-(Y/N), I really like you.

A small scream leaves the magicless human's mouth, and strengthes his grip.

-Huh? What does this mean?

-Oh my god, Cater. Do you mean "like" in the sense of "love"? Please, tell me yes, please.

Cater giggles and lifts up (Y/N)'s chin so he can look at him in the eyes, and careses his underlip with his thumb.

-You're silly, ya' know?

Then, as if they were magnets, their lips attract each other's until they click togheter. Cater's hands leave the embrace to get positioned to (Y/N)'s face, he will treasure this moment even more than the first selfie of the two of them, so has has to make sure to make it as romantic and memorable he can.

When it doesn't catch Cater's interest, he won't be able to focus in it, like studying. But this boy succeded to catch his attention, and he is more than happy to demonstrate him that.

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chemicalpink · 2 years

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what we did in the dark

☾ Pairing: Warlock Jungkook x Hunter Reader x Forest Spirit Jimin

☾ Genre/Rating: magical realism, smut, a bit angsty, thriller. 18+

☾ Collab: BTS’ Dream Court Mystic Manor

☾ Word Count: 5.1k

☾ Warnings:violence, magical fights, language, minor character de*th, kn*fe, self-inflicted wounds but Jimin is a magical creature so it does nothing to him, vague mentions of blo*od, established Jikook is implied, wea*pons bc Y/N is a hunter, abductio*n, oral (m. receiving) handjob (m. receiving) crea*mpie, cu*mshot, tantric magic.

☾ Summary: They say all legends hold some truth in them, so when you get called over to a small town outside Seoul and everyone keeps whispering about a reckless forest spirit that has been haunting them, claiming townspeople as tribute for the past month— could you really be surprised at the handsome man with sharp eyes standing on the hostel door claiming you as his own?

The taller man next to him with the bright round eyes and unparalleled magic is a great addition to the mix indeed.

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“Goddess mine, I will never understand these people, are they just plain old stupid?” Jimin’s eyes are fierce– as they almost always are when he gets in one of his moods– as Jungkook likes to call them. His stare is strongly settled on the state of his hands as he picks up a ragged cloth to wipe them out from the crimson that colours them, a scrunch in his face that would otherwise translate as cute if it weren’t accompanied by such a grim setting at his feet.

Jungkook tries gruellingly not to step on the ominous-looking stains scattered on the floor, barely escaping with clean shoes at the mess– one would have thought he would have grown accustomed to Jimin’s way of doing things over the years but he still finds quite an uneasiness to his stomach at the image “Well hyung- I wouldn’t be so sure about you having the morally upper hand here”

Jimin scoffs at the words. Unfazed.

“What was even the..” Jungkook lifts a strange-looking container from one of the shelves closer to him, he can’t help but bring it closer to his face, expression grimacing at the odd smell– one of Jimin’s antiques that get to live under their roof without much explanation other than being ‘excruciatingly old Jungkook, a treasure to be kept for this and many other realms of existence’– he is quick to place it back in a second “...occasion? Were all of them hunters?”

“A poor excuse of them, at least” comes the elder’s answer in a heartbeat “I believe they’re making them dumber each generation” he picks up a discarded knife from a nearby table “It would take an absolute imbecile to think you could kill a preeminent creature as me, I have walked this realm for more than 300 years, Jungkook!”

“Well- villainesque monologue aside, I would give them the benefit of the doubt” Jungkook is absolutely certain that if looks would kill, this would be Jimin’s nth time to obliterate him, yet it does nothing to deter him “Maybe it’s a special knife?”

Jimin holds his stare for a few seconds before he promptly twists the instrument in his hand, pushing the sharpness towards his side, he can’t help but twist his mouth in a lopsided smile at the way the fast movement and unexpected scene makes Jungkook jump where he stands– the younger hasn’t even opened his eyes back again as the object makes a clattering noise at being tossed to the side “Ha! Merely a toy!”

“GOD HYUNG WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THAT! ONE OF THESE DAYS IT WILL BE A MAGICAL KNIFE THAT CAN ERASE YOUR ASS FROM EXISTENCE!”

Jimin simply shrugs his shoulders, moving to take a seat on the battered couch near the end of the room “And then you’ll get to have the last laugh”

“That was not the pun you thought it was” Jungkook sighs as he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knows objectively Jimin’s way of doing things is something beyond unorthodox, but after such a long time together, he can at least come closer to understanding the complexity of it all. Hunters in their area are not exactly ideal– as dumb as they might have been according to Jimin– the daily counter of attacks in town could grant as much caution against the magical beings that lived near as the hunters that somehow keep getting attracted to their sector. All in all, Jimin has quite a job to upkeep even after so many years– his side of the forest isn’t deemed as the most secure one, a magical sanctuary, for nothing– keeping things out while maintaining things inside is quite a feat that not many other forest spirits would be able to boast about in the same way Jimin has for the fast few hundreds of years. Questionable at best, successful to the point where no one dares to question him about it.

Jungkook can’t help but visibly flinch as the small creature comes to life out of thin air and crouches down to one knee, eyes glaring at the ground, small voice barely above a whisper “Master, she is coming”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get accustomed to Jimin’s life– he certainly hasn’t been able to, in the past 150 years. Jimin barely pays attention to his minion as he dismisses them with a loafing wave of his hand in the general direction, the creature disappearing exactly as it arrived. He thinks that maybe, just maybe he has come to become way too comfortable around Jimin, in a way no other has dared to do. Jimin has proven to be absolutely murderous. A feared entity– if not the most– within men and magical creatures alike. There’s a sharpness in his eyes, a ravenous strut in his step that has everyone doubling over for him– even Jungkook all those years ago. As years go by, he hasn’t lost a gram of the power that has settled him on top of the food chain, if only, Jungkook has come a close second to him just because Jimin has allowed him to (not that he’ll ever recognise such a thing out loud).

Jimin turn to take a look at the way Jungkook lays spread all over the couch, expectant eyes never leaving the elder, an exasperated sigh out of his plump lips “Out with it”

“I’m just deeply concerned for your newly developed pet kink, is there something we should be talking about, hyung?” there’s a laugh bubbling from his throat as soon as Jimin rolls his eyes at the words, a look he has come to interpret as an unspoken stay in your lane that has him quickly changing the subject– Jungkook might be powerful, but not Jimin-level of powerful. “Anyways, who’s coming?”

“A friend”

Jungkook is quick to straighten himself on the couch, inquisitively “See now I know you’re lying cause you don’t have any friends”

“I don’t think that-” the creature’s neck snaps in a crackling way that keeps on resounding around the room– your partner simply shrugs his shoulders and instinctively closes his eyes as if the mere action would be able to abstract him from what you had just done.

“Well- there wasn’t much use for it now that we know it was a dead lead”

The man standing a few feet away from you is clearly shaken by the image you suppose could be triggering enough for a newbie as himself– the blood and gore that came in your line of work was most definitely not for the faint of heart– which come to think of it, would be the reason as to why there was usually a consistent influx of new recruits every other month, not even half of them making it past the two weeks time stamp. One would have to be born into it to survive. The same way you had done. “Either way, the headquarters were just looking for you, a new case or something”

You really can’t make up a good enough excuse to the way your eyes light up at the chance, most cases became pure paperwork once they grow cold, so a new case would most definitely get you right out of your current one “Great. Make sure to clean up this mess!”

Hunters really weren’t as disorganised as most would want them to be. Long ago, perhaps. Back when your childhood days were spent tracking monsters that other kids thought only belonged to their most wicked nightmares, as you learnt to only trust those of your kind with an affinity to the supernatural, in charge of the work that no one else dared to do. It had all evolved as most of the supernatural realm had mended past wound with humans, laws were changed, processes were implemented to ensure everyone’s safety– hunters involved as a sort of special force for the things that nobody dared to address publicly, still somewhat hidden in the shadows and in between the smallest script in law’s lines: the right to counterattack if needed. The creatures of darkness– the most powerful beings amongst them, that humans didn’t need to know the existence of– were all in the hunter’s hands to mingle with. After more than twenty years in the business, it was hard to picture the encounter of a creature you hadn’t dealt with before. None of your previous encounters presented a real challenge to your experience, gifting you your reputation in the organisation. The last resource.

“Couldn’t even take time to shower?” Iseul has been part of the corporation for as long as you have been, most of the time widely known as the only person alive that could handle your funny business as a hunter.

“Listen- I don’t tell you how to do your corporate job so don’t try to tell me how to carry myself when it comes to mine”

“I wouldn’t dare to” her expression is teasing, yet there’s some serious facade in her eyes as she speaks the next words “Except we have an external consultation today”

You scoff at that, you are no stranger to the way that powerful people waltzed into the corporation as if you were part of the apparatus that would bend over to their taste for whatever reason they estimated the need for your services, “Which pretentiously rich and powerful asshole thinks that they could get their hands dirty are we dealing now?”

“Well- I don’t believe my eyes, the legendary Y/N in the flesh!” the voice is unfamiliar in every way possible, even if his tone is inflexed with something akin to familiarity “Kim Seokjin, I have a rather personal inquiry for you today”

“Excuse me if I doubt that for a second, exactly what kind of personal business do you think you’re dealing with?” the both of you take a seat across from each other, and you roam your brain in search of a possible answer to the unspoken request “A loose fledging? A weeping ghost?”

Seokjin’s eyes harden after a moment of silence “I have reasons to believe that my little brother, Jungkook, is involved in a murder spree just outside Seoul”

“I’m sorry I don’t- you do know we deal with the supernatural right, Mr. Kim?”

“After a whole bloodline of humans, every ounce of magic got condensed into Jeon Jungkook” you tilt your head at the mismatched last names, something that Seokjin is quick to pick up “my stepbrother, and I fear he’s gone rogue, I just want you to find him”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“150 years ago” you splutter and clear your throat at the way that the man in front of you– surely not looking a day older than thirty, speaks the number without much more to it as if it was a common occurrence.

“Pardon?”

“Oh Y/N, I never said I wasn’t powerful by myself, I just have- restricted access to my magic, which is why I seek your help”

Kim Seokjin goes forward with explaining a detailed recount of the facts around his brother’s disappearance– although most of the events are unknown to him, he can’t help but thread his own plausible theories to the way that the young man had seemingly vanished into thin air after aching to practice an ages old ritual inside the forest, how for the most part, Seokjin had thought his brother had come out of it unscratched up until a few weeks ago where there had been a few too many magical creatures vanishing the same way Jungkook had done. The kicker: Jungkook’s signature magic stamp all over it.

“So let me get this straight, your brother– a centuries-old warlock with unfathomable levels of power to his name, disappears for good one day, you go on with your life and now 150 years after, his magic stamp shows up on obvious crimes?”

“Well- yeah that’s one way to put it”

“Mr Kim, I hope you realise we need to get the authorities involved for this one-” you start to lift yourself from your seat, as much as you advocate for the supernatural realm as something to be dealt with aside from law enforcement, you can’t fathom the idea of getting involved in solving crimes all by yourself.

“No! Y/N Jungkook is-” Seokjin is out of his seat in a second as your hand touches the door handle “I’m pretty sure Park Jimin is involved in it!”

You can’t help but pause at the mention of his name, your whole body freezing in place, you don’t even bother turning around, voice barely above a whisper as memories fill your mind “What does Park Jimin has to do with all of this?”

“I have reasons to believe he has kept my brother hostage all these years, and that somehow he is using Jungkook’s power against his will” Seokjin’s calm demeanour is gone in an instant, a warlock gone rouge is one thing, as powerful as they might be– getting involved with Park Jimin is a major force. He is quite literally the most powerful creature in existence, with a reputation to his name that has everyone stepping back in a second. “I- I know you are the only person that has gone hand to hand with him and come out of it alive”

The small house you’re granted– all thanks to Seokjin, is quite cosy as it stands near the skirts of the forest, a pretty magically active area far enough from the general area of the town. Most of the disappearances happen near enough so that you could easily pick up on the energy surrounding them. Everything stays calm during your first week there, except for a few too many magical spikes in the air, none of which you could easily trace back to Jimin or anyone familiar to Seokjin.

Life had become repetitive in the way that has you reaching instinctively for your gun as you enter the house, the dulled pang of magic present inside alerting you of someone inside.

“Whoever you are, I know you are in here!” You try an cover every inch of the place while roaming your eyes around before you move further inside “I’ve been waiting for this moment! Show yourself!”

“A bit eager, aren’t we?” Jimin’s sultry voice sounds exactly the same as it had all those years before, the thrum of his magic more controlled now. Your face hardens as he teasingly smiles up at you, eyes fixed on yours without a word being spoken. There’s a lot to be told, yet not enough words to express them.

“Wait. There’s a weird sexual tension here, do you two know each other?”

You don’t dare to look back at the figure that had just appeared from your kitchen, a pack of snacks in his hands. You don’t even need to take a good look at him to pin him as Seokjin’s little brother Jungkook.

Your eyes harden as you continue to stare into Jimin’s “New boy toy?”

“Hey! That’s rude!”

Jimin limits himself to tsk his tongue non-commitally and you feel yourself irk at such a hollow response so you finally decide to turn to the warlock, still not quite sure about what to make of the two of them literally invading your space “How did that even happen?”

There’s a joyful smile on Jungkook’s lips as he begins his rather short story “Well... I was 18, messed some stuff up and now I’m bound to him”

Jimin’s eyebrows crease as he turns to look at the warlock beside him, an indignant huff in his throat “I thought you were around for my good looks”

“It’s most definitely not the killing spree” Jungkook faces you and offers you his hand along with a smile that has him showing his bunny teeth “Hi, I’m Jungkook”

You can see Jimin’s eyes rolling up as soon as your name leaves your lips “Y/N”

Jeon Jungkook, as you soon come to learn, becomes a constant during your stay in the small town outside Seoul. Bright as Seokjin mentions remembering him all those years ago, rather naive in the way that he carries himself without having Jimin in to with him, every time you dare to ask he simply mentions the elder working.

He’s reserved yet amusing in a boy-ish way, waltzing into your home in the early morning, coffee in hand as he keeps you company all throughout your research process. He mentions being around town for a few years, doesn’t quite rat out Jimin for the disappearances, even if he does mention himself not agreeing with his methods. Jungkook’s words are light. He’s amused by every word that comes out of your mouth regarding your work, absolutely fascinated by the existence of a supernatural branch of work in the light of such an ever-changing world– even if your work is mostly resemblant of that of Jimin’s. It is soon enough that he starts staying past when the sun goes down, fickle sparks of his magic to entertain himself as he opens up about himself.

“You know, it sometimes gets lonely with Jimin hyung away for work” his magic sparkles gold in between his fingers as he lazily hangs himself over your couch “At least you let me be around while you’re working, you’re nice, Y/N”

You almost instantly want to scoff at the bare minimum he’s grateful for– perhaps mock Jimin for always being the way he is, but you refrain. “It’s nice having you around, Jungkook”

Jungkook goes back to whatever mingling he’s doing with his magic, and you try your best to appear rather busy even as a smile etches on your face at the way the golden trickle explodes on your kitchen ceiling in dozens of butterflies that Jungkook keeps smiling brightly at, chasing after them fondly.

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” your body tenses for a fraction of a second as you register Jimin’s voice on your ear.

Jimin grins at your distaste to his antiques “God you really have to stop sneaking behind people like that!”

“I’m not even here!” He opens his arms widely before evaporating into thin air, replaced by Jungkook walking into where you were standing.

“He does that often” You can’t help but feel your heart clenching as you imagine the thousands of ways the two of them make up a disparity to which Jungkook seems unaware yet not unaffected by. You can’t even fathom what being bounded to Park Jimin could be like and as you are about to open your mouth, Jungkook is quick to say “Jimin isn’t as bad as people make him out to be”

You inhale sharply at such a naive poise of words, hanging your head as you voice yours and Seokjin’s concerns “He’s using your magic, Jungkook”

“I know”

“You- what?”

“Y/N, you do know Jimin and I are dating, right?”

Jungkook’s eyes have mirth in them as a laugh bubbles to his lips, your confused face edging him further “What? Since when?”

“Eh… 150 years, give or take”

Your eyes barely flutter open and your whole body is able to detect the pain that curses through your veins– strapped to a chair, blood trickling down your forehead, left eye throbbing and you feel everything spinning around the second you try and make a go for it. You’re focused on settling yourself, not much around you making much sense as you barely remember stepping out of the house before everything went black, the room you’re in is barely lit, industrial noises all round you, before a walloping explosion is heard, the familiar thrum of magic that you have come to associate with Jungkook in the past weeks no longer subdued but rather pulsating at a very high frequency, enveloping the place and you finally get to understand what Seokjin had meant with his power being unparalleled.

“I would do the smart thing and step away from her” Jimin’s voice is livid in a way you hadn’t known it to be, the air around you tightening an unforgiving invisible hold; even through your barely there consciousness you can see the forest spirit sporting his true form, gracious horns posed on the top of his head as his eyes glint golden, Jungkook standing by his side.

A knife is then held tightly to your throat and you can’t imagine a creature so blatantly stupid as to enrage the Park Jimin– which you don’t have to worry about after the creature is vanished from existence with a flick of Jimin’s wrist.

Jungkook is quick to approach you, trembling bunny smile on his lips as he tries to reassure you – or himself– that everything will be okay as he undoes the restrains on your body. Jimin barely stands back, unfazed look in his eyes even after what you had witnessed.

“You’ve aged”

“Goddess gracious, thank you for that Jimin, it’s exactly what I’ve been dying to hear” You can barely make out Jungkook staring daggers back at the elder a he helps you up and out of the grim place.

The voices around you are muffled– whether by the walls around you or the prominent throbbing pain in your skull, you can’t be too sure. You find yourself laying on the couch, blurry memories recapping inside your mind, and you must have made some noise of discomfort that have both men that had rescued you running to your side.

Jungkook is the first to speak, leaning down to help you sit properly “How are you feeling?”

“Like a truck ran me over three times” The response brings a subtle smile to his features.

“It’s been happening for a while” Jimin sits across from where you two are, hardened features even as he not so subtly isnpects your wellbeing “Someone out there has been abducting hunters and other powerful creatures”

You press the icebag closer to your head “And you just- killed your suspects?”

Jimin shrugs his shoulders at the accusation “Easiest way to find out”

The pain in your body easily subdues with Jimin’s help– not without him complaining the whole time about being a feared being and not a healer– only to completely shut his mouth at once with one of Jungkook’s deadly stares. The three of you are soon enough brainstorming about every possible creature that’s powerful enough to do such a thing, along with possible ways of cutting off any course of magic that might allow it do do so, nothing clear in the books for such a case, up until Jimin brightens up for the first time since you had arrived to town.

“Remember that spell from the academy?”

For a second it is as if all air has been punched out of your lungs and you can feel your cheeks reddening at the memory “Dude- we are not discussing tantric magic”

“Why not?”

“Your boyfriend is right there” you point to the other side of the living room where Jungkook hangs upside down from the couch.

“Hi!” he throws your way one of his signature bunny smiles as soon as he feels himself being watched

But Jimin isn’t about to let his option go “So?”

“Would you just- not suggest something that involves a threesome?”

“Ah- he wouldn’t mind” Jimin turns his head towards the warlock, whose eyes are already on the both of you, no doubt his whole attention on the conversation as well “Right Jungkook?”

“Not at all! Y/N is hot!”

“See?”

You close your eyes for a second, inhaling deeply as you think of the chances the three of you are presented with, deciding for the best of it “Fine. If we are all okay with it, we’ve got nothing to lose”

Jimin’s smile adorns the way he silently approaches your side, hand cupping the back of your head, your eyes closing as your whole body seemingly melts at his touch– his fingers very carefully thread in the nape of your neck, pulling you back as he noses the space between your jaw and neck, his lips parting just enough to let his tongue graze your skin, voice barely above a whisper right by your ear “For old time’s sake huh?”

You can’t help the shuddering breath stuck in your throat as you feel an unfamiliar pair of calloused fingers work themselves into the hem of you shirt, carefully, yet rapidly travelling up to rest teasingly below your breasts. You don’t even need to open your eyes fully to tell both men had become lost in themselves by the share sounds of it. Bodyheat lost for a beat too long as you’re about to protest before Jungkook’s hands are pinching your nipples, as Jimin moved to take a place behind you, hands travelling opposite Jungkook’s as they come to rest at your hips, wandering digits caressing the inside of your thighs before he is pressing his hardened clothed cock to your back, barely rolling his hips as a hiss leaves his mouth.

“Gonna show Jungkookie what an amazing girl you are during rituals, Y/N?” his tone is teasing– all the more so as Jungkook is tasked with getting rid of your top half, one of your hands travelling to the front of his pants, something akin to the most delicious moan out of the warlock’s lips eggs you on.

“Ah- on my best behaviour just for the two of you” it is like something snaps inside Jungkook at your words, eyes glowing golden as you feel his magic intensify around you, mingling with the static of Jimin’s own as you feel the beginnings of the ritual, becoming a vessel to the intensification of both of their powers as they become one.

You know Jimin enough to tell he’s sporting one of his teasing smirks as he looks at the younger in awe “Look at that, he’s so excited for it, go ahead and let Y/N take care of you, dear”

It all seems awfully practiced– the way the both of them move in sync, something, that you’ll soon blame on magic, allowing you to fit right in between them as a missing puzzle piece– as the both of them discard their clothes, at the same time as you’re stripped down to your panties right there, Jimin positioning you on his lap, hands on your hips steading your movements as he lets you rock against his cock; Jungkook’s standing hard at eye level as he places himself heavy on your presented tongue, the few kitten licks you provide his tip enough to have him inching forward.

Jimin’s fingers work apart your remaining piece of clothing as he spreads your wetness to your folds before experimentally hooking a finger inside, working you open rhythmically to the way your head bobs against Jungkook’s length. Three fingers in, he deems you prepared enough to place himself against your cunt, slowly fucking himself in, one hand holding you close, the other one working circles against your clit as you continued to stroke Jungkook, barely catching a breath at a particular deep push that has his tip against the back of your throat. Your speed catching up at the same time as Jimin continues to fuck into you relentlessly. Your thigh start trembling, clenching around Jimin’s length as your hand grips Jungkook tight against your open mouth, cum painting your face white, every sense heightened past a breaking point as you come around Jimin with a broken moan at the same time as he does, fingers pinching your clit, magic roaring inside you as he paints your walls white, slowly pushing it in further with lazy thrusts before you’re collapsing against his body, the both of you resting yourself against the cold floor, Jungkook disappearing from the room as the moment is enveloped in the simmering of magic, tender and satiated with Jimin’s arms around you, voice a brink of tearful as he says “I’m sorry I left you then”

“Hey, I brought a cloth and some water if-” Jungkook stops dead in his tracks as the room seemingly turns colder in a second, Jimin standing up from the floor in favour of leaving the place. Jungkook turns to you with an apologetic smile, working the cloth to your sensitive skin and you feel a guilty pan inside your chest.

“ I’m sorry for that we-”

He simply shakes his head, arms wrapping against your naked body, his own shielding you from the cold as he places a kiss to your temple, opting to ask “Do you think it worked?”

“There’s only one way to find out”

The powerful sense of magic has still not settled properly as the three of you stand outside what you had been able to trace as the creature’s den, spirit aching to forget just about how complicated things were bound to be, as much magic as you had been able to conjure.

It is Jungkook that hypes himself to speak up first, exhaling soundly behind both of you, irritated beyond belief “Listen you two, I am not about to set myself up for a suicidal mission without having the both of you talk your very obvious feeling for each other”

“Hey, Jimin” he turns your way, stoic as ever in nature. A soft smile draws on your features as your gaze travels from Jungkook to Jimin and settle on the big picture of the both of them “Don’t leave me behind this one time, alright?”

There’s a lot left unspoken, even if the promise of a later hangs in the air, a turn of page and new beginnings need no further explanation for the time being. For now, it is enough.

Jungkook, entirely within his fashion and personality, skips a few too many steps further to where Jimin and you walk after making it out alive “So… where are we headed now?”

You turn to look at both of them, wondering just how exactly things had changed so rapidly– or rather if they had even changed at all, perhaps it had always been there, blind to the untrained eye. “Well- with a warlock and a formidable forest spirit by my side, I’m as good as unemployed now”

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Childhood Trauma Masterlist

Absolutely Lovely (ao3) - Autumn_Kismet

Summary: His friends and family think he's acting strange, they're worried that he's depressed again, but Dan doesn't see it. The only thing he sees is the new guy at school, the quirky one with the black hair and stunning blue eyes, and that's bad. So bad... because he likes him, and Dan can't like him. Dan can't be gay. He'll lose his family, he'll lose his friends... he'll become just like his father, and that's the last thing that he wants in the entire world. It's a scary thought that he doesn't think will ever go away and if there's the possibility of that happening, of him becoming the disgusting monster that his father was, or is, then maybe the world is better off without him, regardless of what PJ's dad, his mum's new husband, has to say.

All Over Again (ao3) - roryonice

Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Phil goes back to his hometown to win back his high school love after five and a half years.

Break Me (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: In this world, you're marked with black. That's if you have a soulmate at least. Everyone is destined to cross paths with the one who is meant for them, at least once in their lives.

When you and your soulmate meet, you will touch, if only briefly, and the exact area of skin you touch with the other turns from black to white, with streaks of blue, purple, yellow, all marbled in with each other.

Daniel Howell is well-known in town. People cross the street if they're approaching him and newcomers to the neighbourhood are warned about his presence. Exactly like the Lester's were. But Phil Lester has other ideas, he saw the pain within the boy, how bad can he really be?

(A story about abuse, self-destruction, but ultimately, love. Please read safely.)

Change Will Come (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s a depressed university student. Phil’s just a cute coffee shop barista who writes notes on Dan’s hot chocolates.

Door To Your Heart (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Due to a minor incident that happened in the past, Dan Howell and Phil Lester, two ex-bestfriends, are now adults who hate each other. They want to be as far away from each other as possible, but the mysterious forces of the universe seem to have other plans for them. One day, the unenthusiastic duo grudgingly find themselves trapped in the world of an uncanny tower. Deadly creatures, magical plants and ominous doors that lead to unfamiliar places await them at each floor. Some doors lead to forests while some transport them to snowy mountains. Surviving is hard, food is scarce, and one mistake could prove fatal. In this disastrous situation, will they be able to resolve their past conflicts, or are they fated to fail? Can they revive the unshakeable trust they once had in each other to survive in a world that appears to be dead set on annihilating them?

Frigid (ao3) - mooksie01

Summary: Daniel Howell is trouble. It’s a well-known fact of the school, and Phil isn’t stupid enough to try to interact with him… at least, he wasn’t. But now he’s talking to Dan, learning about him, and suddenly wanting to protect him? Where did he go wrong?? And why the hell is Dan Howell so damn pretty???

I Love You for Who You Are, Past Scars and All (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Anonymous Prompt: An angsty fic where Dan was abused as a child and Phil doesn’t find out until very recently. Lots of angst! No smut, please!

Listen (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: Phil is a successful YouTuber, and Dan is a fan desperate for attention. Sounds like 2009, right? Except Phil is Deaf.

Love Isn't Like That (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: The Lester family is obviously too good to be true.

Road To Acceptance Series (ao3) - anerdwithakoreanhaircut

Summary: Dan never thought alcohol could bring anything but misery into his life, and…well, he was kind of right; the headache was painful and the memories of how he spent his 18th birthday were gone. He manages to break into someone else's home. But it's because of the alcohol he meets Phil, who impacts his life in more ways than one.

Some Kind Of Folliful (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Dan has one friend, and only because he was forced into it. Phil is loud, excitable, and irritatingly happy all of the time. Phil seems to find Dan's perpetual attitude funny, and despite Dan's best efforts to shun him and everyone else, wants to be around him all the time. That is, until Phil starts talking about Amanda Jones.

St Anthony's Secondary is a school divided by class. Their town is split down the middle, quite literally, by a railroad that separates the affluent families from the destitute. Dan is on the very outskirts of the poor side. He has one friend, and no desire to make any more, nor to buy into the sickening popularity and wealth contest of his peers. He thought Phil felt the same. And then, out of the blue, Phil develops a worrying obsession with a girl from the other side. She embodies everything Dan hates; he tries to explain this to Phil, to no avail. As his obsession with Amanda grows, as does Dan's loathing for her. Still, it shouldn't bug Dan this much to see his friend pine some braindead bimbo relying on her boyfriend's wallet. So why does it?

Stardust - brerediddy

Summary: Dan is not a writer. Dan just likes to look at the stars and listen to the river move and hang out with his best friend Phil. He’s not a writer, but somehow, writing changes everything.

Survival Mode (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: After losing a promising new job at the BBC, Phil’s life seems to be falling apart around him. Moving in with a friend back in Manchester, he’s unsure what’s next for him. His days are plagued by anxiety, and once again he falls prey to the same ghosts from his past that stole his youth. Half the time he feels like a lost, scared, little kid. The other half, he’s scraping by in survival mode.After a while of successfully lying low in his makeshift home for underprivileged young adults, the resurgence of a violent presence from Dan’s past destroys any semblance of peace he might have found. He’s forced to take on a leadership role, to confront his identity, and to go to any lengths to support and protect those close to him.On the run from his ghost, Dan finds Phil battling his own, and he can’t help but offer a hand.

The Boy With The Lion Tattoo (ao3) - GoodGollyMissYollie (Yollie183)

Summary: Phil Lester is a hacker, sued for libel.

Dan Howell is the lawyer hired to defend him.

The Dandelion (ao3) - somanydestiel

Summary: Dan's new neighbor is a bit odd

The Meaning of Family (ao3) - bookcallipitter

Summary: For Dan, the word family is tainted by his parent's abuse, but Phil is there to give the word a new meaning.

The Path of Righteousness (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: At six years old, with his parents by his side, Daniel Howell was led through the entrance of the spiritual society God's Guard. Raised under the leadership of The Chosen One, Joshua, this community was all Daniel knew. No matter what anyone said, God's Guard was not a cult. It wouldn't matter if it was one anyway, because there wasn't anything or anyone who could take him from this place.

Those Who Hurt You (ao3) - keeplovinanyway

Summary: Phil knows things about Dan's past that make it hard for him to like Dan's parents.

But he will try, for Dan.

Uncle Nick (ao3) - TrashFan

Summary: Phil accompanies Dan to one of the Howell's notoriously drab get-togethers expecting to be bored out of his mind. But when a figure from the past show up and shuts down both Howell boys, Phil wishes more than anything that things could be uneventful and boring.

Unloveable - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Dan’s mum left with Dan’s brother one night and never came back. His dad turned to alcohol to numb his pain and beating Dan when the alcohol didn’t work. One night after a particularly bad beating, Dan decides to run away in hopes to get a job, make money, and live comfortably away from his dad. Things aren’t as easy as Dan hopes, so he finds himself homeless, with only a kind stranger stopping by every day to give him something to eat.

You are you and i am i (ao3) - quesalpha (ummonique)

Summary: singer!dan and baker!phil au

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #childhoodtrauma #childhoodtrauma masterlist #trauma #tw

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galactic-hufflepuff28 · 2 years

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Starlight

!! Major year 6 spoilers and death tw !!

This is a fanfic i wrote for a challenge over on the hphm amino. Figured I'd post it here too 'cause why not lol

Basically the subject, setting, etc. of your story or art piece was completely randomized. The character i got was Merula and the genre i got was angst. Tbh despite never writing an angsty fic before, I'm kinda proud of this (also the Stella mentioned throughout the fic is my MC lol)

Also this is the first fanfic I'm posting online since I'm still very much an amateur at this 😬

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The air in the courtyard was calm.

{Alternate title: What if Rakepick had killed Stella instead of Rowan? (Merula's POV)}

It was pleasantly cool outside; the light breeze and sound of the fountain that Merula was sitting at only added to the tranquility.

Rays of starlight cascaded through the swirling clouds in the night sky. Suddenly, Merula felt something softly touch her hand. She looked over and saw the face of her partner, Stella Walker, smiling warmly at her. There was a slight vignette around the edge of Merula's vision, and everything around the two girls had a sort of blur to it. Despite this, Stella's figure was clear as ever. There was a gentle look in her soft, hazel eyes; the kind of gentleness one can only have when gazing at someone they truly love. Her rainbow-colored hair tendrils swayed lightly in the wind, and Merula noticed that Stella was wearing the same heart key necklace that she had given her on Valentine's Day. Merula felt a warmth rising in her chest as she smiled back.

"You know, you look really cute tonight, Merula!"

Stella's voice was as cheerful as ever.

"Ugh, Stell, you KNOW I hate being called 'cute'."

"It's true, though!"

"Yeah, yeah...Though, I suppose you look pretty adorable as well."

The two girls shared a laugh, then, moving closer to each other, went back to stargazing. There was a peaceful silence between them for several minutes, until Stella eventually spoke.

"...I love you, Merula."

Merula turned her gaze to meet Stella's. Seeing Stella's smile and blush made her heart skip a beat, and she could feel her face getting hot.

"I love you too, Stella."

Merula and Stella remained gazing at each other for another few moments before Stella began leaning in for a kiss. Merula instinctively closed her eyes and leaned in as well, but...

She felt nothing.

Confused, Merula opened her eyes. She was no longer in the courtyard. The Hufflepuff girl who had been sitting beside her was no longer there. Instead, Ben Copper and Rowan Khanna were lying on either side of Merula, who was now also on the ground. She quickly deduced that they had been attacked by something. Enormous, shadowy silhouettes of trees loomed ominously over the group. There was no more starlight; just a vast chasm of darkness. Suddenly, Ben stood up and ran determinedly toward another figure in front of them.

Rakepick.

At this point, Merula knew what was going on. She knew what was about to happen. She had been here before. Here in this forest, facing down the same enemy. She tried to get up as well, but she found that she couldn't. She was stuck in the same exact spot that she was in on that night. She tried desperately to move, practically begging her muscles to let her up. Nothing. She tried to scream. Nothing. She wanted so desperately to be able to change the outcome this time. Then, to Merula's horror, she heard Rakepick utter the same incantation she had on that night.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A flash of green shot from Rakepick's wand. It all happened so fast, yet it felt like hours. Stella burst out from the trees, sprinted over and pushed Ben out of the way of Rakepick's curse, getting hit by it herself and falling to the ground with a sickening thud.

At that moment, it felt as if Merula's heart had stopped as well.

Finding that she was able to move again, Merula shot up and sprinted over to Stella, falling to her knees beside the girl's body. Ben and Rowan joined her not long after. Rakepick was nowhere to be found.

"N-no...Nonononono..."

Merula shakily pulled Stella's body onto her lap; tears were pricking at her eyes. The Hufflepuff's eyes were dull and lifeless, and her mouth was limply hanging open. It all looked so morbidly unnatural. An immense feeling of nausea began to rise within Merula, though she tried her best to suppress it. Rowan was quietly sobbing to herself. Ben had a look of horror on his face and was tightly clasping his hands over his mouth, muttering something to himself almost inaudibly.

"Stella...p-pl-please..."

Merula hugged Stella's body and began sobbing herself. Everything was distorting more and more by the second, and though it was terrifying, Merula didn't care. The only thing she could focus on was Stella.

The girl who had given Merula a chance, despite all of the horrible things she had done.

She was gone now.

Forever.

Merula jolted awake. Her breathing was rushed and heavy. Her eyes darted around to each corner of her dorm room and each of her sleeping roommates. As she realized where she was, Merula's breathing slowly began to steady. She was still shaking and drenched in a cold sweat. She gave herself another few minutes to calm down. The forest, Rakepick, Stella's body...none of it was real. At least, not anymore. Finally, after a while, the thunderous anxiety that had wracked Merula's being had begun to wane. Not completely, but just enough.

A deep sadness dwelled in Merula's heart. It felt as if there was a void in her chest. She lied back down, but knew that sleeping wasn't an option anymore. She had run out of potions for dreamless sleep the night before, and didn't exactly want to risk going back into the nightmare she had just escaped from. Instead, she simply stared up ahead of her, not looking at anything in particular. Eventually, she rolled over on her side and quietly rooted through a drawer on her bedside table. After finding what she was looking for, she grabbed her wand and ducked under the covers.

"Lumos."

The whisper of the incantation and the small motion of her wand was just enough to illuminate the tip of her wand ever so slightly. It was bright enough for Merula to be able to see, but not enough to wake her sleeping roommates. Merula then took in her other hand what she had been looking for in the drawer: a photograph of herself and Stella. She gazed longingly at the photo. The figures within it were moving, of course, and when Stella gave Merula a kiss on the cheek in the photograph, Merula could swear that she felt it right there where she was.

A stream of tears began to fall from Merula's eyes again. After all, a moving photograph was nice, but it was nothing compared to the real person. Stella was gone, though, and no amount of tears, or moving photographs, or anything was going to bring her back. It was then that Merula decided that she was going to finish what Stella had started. She was going to find all of the Cursed Vaults and break the curses, even if it was the last thing she did.

All for Stella; the light of her life.

Her starlight.

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hphm merula #hphm fanfic #hphm spoilers #spoiler warning #death tw

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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Death Note/GN!Reader — Nicknames

I can’t say what you’d refer to them as, since you control that, but I can sure as hell headcannon what they’d call you and why. Mello’s is the only angsty one I’m sorry my boy’s just going through it I guess.

Mello

My god, around his mafia guys expect to be called anything that signifies that you are his and only so. Something like ‘My Love’ or really anything with ‘my’ in front of it. You’d think he does this because of his natural protectiveness, which is only partially true. It also serves as a way to let all the mafioso know that you are in fact dating Mello and that harming you will directly go against the code of loyalty. However, after the explosion, you find these nicknames come less and less, limited only to the times the two of you are alone together. His view on nicknames becomes similar to his view on PDA, except rather than “I’d look like a fool being seen next to you” it’s more of a “I don’t deserve to call you mine” type mentality. Still very similar, and a similar approach can be taken to assure him that you don’t think that way at all — calling him by affectionate names yourself, especially some dumb ones just to make him laugh.

Matt

Matt calls you whatever will get on Mello’s nerves the fastest. And, if he’s feeling particularly bratty, whatever gets on your nerves the fastest. Basically his goal is to annoy anyone and everyone with your guys’ relationship, even you. He’ll go for all the strange ones — sweetums, love duckling, one time he called you “heart shaped walnut” and that was your tipping point. Whenever Matt goes on a tangent of bad nicknames Mello will just roll his eyes and put on his headphones, but you don’t have anything to save you. What you do have is a choice — fire back or look for absurd ways to block him out before he calls you Daddy.

Near

Near isn’t the type to deviate from your name unless he has been told that it’s alright to call you something different, even if you are romantically involved. If you give him the go ahead, he’d have to try out a few different ones at first. He’s never really gotten to call someone by a nickname that he makes up before, so he wants to make this one count. He’s made a list. A list of different nicknames that he wants to try out at some point in time. Sometimes he’ll call you the nickname ever so casually, wait a few moments for your reaction, and then pull out the list to make notes as to what said reaction was and if he should use the nickname again based off of that. You truly appreciate his effort. When he finds the right one, he is not deviating from it.

Not a lot of people would expect L to have any nicknames for his significant other, even when he’s as devoted to you as he is. So imagine your and everyone else’s surprise when he starts calling you things like Honeybunch or, on the weirder side, Fruit Loop with a completely straight face. One time he called you Tator Tot which made everyone malfunction for a split second. You think he’s doing it to get a rise out of you (and more likely the task force) but it seems like he’s having fun and it gets fun seeing what he’s gonna call you next. The pattern you notice is that they’re mostly food related. Eventually it gets to the point where you don’t even know what the food is, as it must be a dish from a different region that you’re not familiar with. He would be most delighted if you were to fire back with your own insane nicknames, both as a fun joke between the two of you and as a way to tell if his advances in your relationship are being well received.

Matsuda

He would come up with a different thing to call you every time he sees you, no repeats. He doesn’t want you to get bored of him and, although that would never happen and he knows that, there’s still this part of him that wants to make your relationship exciting in every aspect, even if it’s in something as small as what he calls you. Due to his “no repeat” rule, the nicknames start to get a little...odd. They went from “beautiful” and “honey” to “love nugget” or “best bean”. You still don’t really know what that last one means. The interesting thing is that he then begins to like the strange ones better than the generic ones, so he takes inspiration from everyday life in order to come up with new ones. He’s reading the newspaper? Guess who’s getting called his ‘Times New Roman-ce nugget’?

Misa

Misa can and will call you anything and everything under the sun and moon. She usually sticks to the cute ones like honey, darling, love, all that good stuff. The task force’s reactions are actually pretty wholesome because unlike L, Misa’s initial instinct is to call you something cute and not something ominously random. Like, she’ll kiss your cheek and call you “pudding” and Matsuda will all go soft for your relationship, effectively making Misa only want to do it more to get more reactions like that. It’s a whole cycle. Soon she starts stringing together a bunch on different nicknames in one sentence. She barely ever uses your name anymore, even when referring to you to others. Perhaps that’s for the best, though. Don’t want to get you killed by Kira, now do we?

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nessinborderland · 3 years

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HEAR.ME.OUT

LAST BOSS AND HIS S/O MAKING CUPCAKES IN THE BEACHES KITCHEN BECAUSE HE IS CRAVING FOR CUPCAKES.(IF THEY HAVE ONE IDK) AND LAST BOSS WOULD BE THE ONE WHO CHOOSES THE FLAVOUR AND HE PICKS STRAWBERRY CAUSE HE SAID ITS HIS FAVOURITE.

THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE!

Here, have a drabble!

Warnings for fluff, food and just cute Last Boss x Reader moments, even though it gets kinda angsty at the end.

The Beache's kitchen area is empty at this hour of the night, apart from the two of you.

You were already in bed – more than tired after playing a stressful game of clubs – when Takatora decided that he was craving chocolate cupcakes with strawberry frosting.

So here you are.

"130g of flour... 207g of sugar..." you read as your boyfriend mixes the necessary ingredients for cupcake batter. "Hmm, add a little more chocolate... yes, perfect!"

Neither of you are experienced bakers but, with the help of an old recipe book, you're sure that you can make something good enough to please everyone's sweet tooth.

"Can you believe that I haven't eaten anything with sugar on it since I got here?" you mindlessly say as you go through the book, glancing at the other recipes while your boyfriend fills cupcake tins with the prepared batter.

"Neither have I."

"We should make them more often if these turn out good, don't you think?"

"Hmm," you look at your boyfriend to see him licking the spatula with an appreciative groan. "It tastes good."

"Oh, let me try!" you lean in his direction as he holds the spatula for you to lick. He's right; the chocolate and sugar make your mouth salivate, and you can't wait for the moment you get to eat them. "So good! C'mon, let's put these babies in the oven."

You make the strawberry frosting while you wait the necessary minutes for your cupcakes to be ready, talking about trivial things.

You love times like this, where is just you and your boyfriend, and he's him – no facade or reputation to keep. For everyone else, he's Last Boss – the creepy, ominous guy with a katana – but for you, he's Tora – the man that likes to cuddle you in his sleep, and tells you he loves you every night and can listen to you talk for hours.

"You know," you start, watching him as he quietly stares at the oven, mentally counting the minutes to take the cupcakes out, "I really got lucky..."

"Uhm?" he looks at you with a tilt of his head, clearly not understanding what you mean.

You get closer to him, eyes locked on his as you press your chests together, curling your arms around his neck. He unconsciously leans in your direction, and his eyes wander to your lips before going back to your eyes.

"I said that I really got lucky," you repeat, fingers mindlessly caressing his head where you can feel hair starting to grow, "lucky to have you."

He blushes at your words, moaning against your lips when you kiss him. It's a sweet but passionate kiss, like always is with him.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips. You smile and peck him on the lips.

"I love you too, tiger," it's not like you don't say it often, but his reaction is always like you're confessing for the first time. You kiss him again until a ding makes you look back at the oven.

You stay in silence as you wait for the cupcakes to cool off, involved in each other's arms, your head against his chest. His heartbeat is so calming that you zone out for a moment, enjoying his warm body and cold hands on your skin.

"Y/N..."

"Hm?"

"Why don't you go to bed and let me finish this?" he asks with a kiss to your head. "You're falling asleep on me."

"And let you eat all the cupcakes?" you take a deep breath and take a step back, shivering from the lack of his body against yours. You smile before going back into his arms. "Not a chance, mister, I rather stay awake."

You finally get to finish the sweets, cute chocolate cupcakes with strawberry frosting that taste so unbelievably good that you almost cry from happiness.

"Can I tell you something?"

"I think we make one hell of a baking team," you say as you walk back to your bedroom, now sharing your third cupcake. "We should do this more often, don't you think?"

He nods at your words.

"Of course," you squeeze his hand on yours, "You know you can tell me anything."

"I really- I really like having these moments with you," he hesitates, eyes focused everywhere but on you, "and I know we don't spend a lot of time together but I- I love you, and love being around you, and–"

"Tora–"

"What I'm trying to say is–"

"Tora!" his eyes widen when you cradle his face like he's surprised to see you. You giggle as you pull him closer to you. "I love you too."

It happens sometimes. It's usually after an almost – really close – death experience, or after a mind-blowing sex session. In this case is after some normal, domestic activity.

You never really talk about it, but you know that he acts like this because he starts overthinking more than usual, which brings back his feelings of being isolated and unworthy of love.

"Don't leave me."

You kiss him, making sure that he knows exactly how you feel about him.

"Never."

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #last boss #samura takatora #last boss x reader #aib drabble #request #a simp 20

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doityourselfbombs · 3 years

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S1E2 A Touch of Evil

alternate title: all the out of pocket shit that happens in each episode of Riverdale part 2

I did this instead of my child studies homework. you're welcome <3

CW for adult/minor relationship

episode 2 opens with ANOTHER JUGHEAD MONOLOGUE and an alarmingly detailed shot of Jason Blossom's dead body (hot new info: he was shot in the head).

immediately after this we transition to shirtless Archie, who is feeling angsty because on July 4th he heard a gunshot but didn't say anything bc he'd been hooking up with his teacher at the time.

this is a good time to mention that obviously this is not a consensual relationship because he is a minor and she is an adult. thankfully, the show stops trying to make it aesthetic and cute and starts addressing how toxic and not-okay it is in this episode.

Betty is refusing to talk to Archie so instead he shows up at Ms Grundy's house (still with no shirt) to try to convince her that they need to tell the police what they heard. she tells him, "this is not a negotiation, Archie. if anybody knows that we were there, I could lose my job, you could be expelled, we could go to jail." there's.... a lot to unpack here, but thankfully Jughead does that for me later.

Betty's toxic mother Alice shows up to try to make her more upset with Archie and Veronica for "betraying her" over the weekend... which they did technically do when they kissed at a party, but Betty doesn't actually know that. Betty agrees with her and then goes to hang out with them anyway bc she's a girlboss.

Jughead shows up at Archie's locker to try to reconnect and there's really ominous music playing over the scene for no reason.

"what? sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world" homie you need therapy shut up

Kevin has bounced back from finding Jason's body and is making sexual jokes about Archie again. also, he tells us that he's the sheriff's son, which is important later.

Veronica apologizes to Betty by sending her flowers and cupcakes and booking them a spa appointment, which is a really cute gesture until you remember they've been friends for two days.

the sheriff starts to tell the students that they've found Jason's body and that there's going to be an investigation over the loudspeaker, and Cheryl just steals the microphone from him to threaten the killer with the electric chair. honestly, good for her.

Archie and Cheryl are paired up for a frog dissection, and Archie offers to take the lead in case the dissection makes Cheryl uncomfortable. Cheryl responds, "why? you mean because my brother is being dissected with a blade just like this one, possibly at this very moment?" and then stabs the frog. I love her.

Kevin is hooking up with a guy called "Moose". just felt like you should know that.

Archie starts awkwardly singing at lunch, and Betty is so upset by this that she runs off. the feeling is mutual.

Jughead walks in on Archie and Ms Grundy making out in the music room, which they are doing despite the WINDOW INTO THE CLASSROOM.

Cheryl and Betty are hanging out, and Cheryl keeps asking questions about Betty's sister Polly, and eventually admits that she thinks Polly might be involved in Jason's murder. naturally, Betty responds by telling her, "Cheryl, get the hell out of my house before I kill you."

Archie tells Jughead what he heard on July 4th, prompting the first logical thought from any the main characters all episode: "a kid is dead, Archie!"

he also points out that, hey, she's not worried about your relationship, she's worried about GOING TO JAIL.

this scene smash cuts to Alice Cooper entering Betty's room with "sage, to banish the evil spirits!"

she then partially predicts the twist ending to the mystery of Jason's murder halfway through the second episode.

some football players ask Jughead if he's the killer, for no discernible reason other than that he wears dark colours.

"we're not gonna hug in front of this whole town. so why don't we do that bro thing where we nod like douches and mutually suppress our emotions?" Jughead please stop talking I stg

good news: it turns out that super talented musician and her girl group from the last episode is also the mayor's daughter. nepotism wins again!

bad news: we now have to watch a musical number and dance performance from Josie and the Pussycats and the cheer squad

Cheryl hallucinates that Archie is her brother bc apparently she's never seen another ginger play football before. this triggers a breakdown when Cheryl finally processes that Jason is truly gone. this scene actually made me tear up a little – for as bad questionable as the writing in this show is, the actors are very talented.

the next morning, Archie goes to tell the sheriff what he heard on July 4th, but the sheriff has already gone to arrest Cheryl (at school, for some reason). Jughead's narration tells us that Jason had not actually died on July 4th - he died over a week later.

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#riverdale #the cw riverdale #archie comics #archie andrews #betty cooper #jughead jones #veronica lodge #cheryl blossom #rory watches riverdale #roberto aguirre sacasa #cw adult minor relationship #tw adult minor relationship #I'm not sure if that's the right tag but it's mentioned at the top too so hopefully that helps

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I’m making a list of similarities between Killian Jones and Ethan Winters, cause why the hell not.

Big-ass huge no-coming-back spoilers for Once Upon a Time and Resident Evil 7 & 8. You have been officially warned.

- Missing hands. I mean, I don’t think there’s many like me who are investing in both characters but those who are know this is probably the first thing that would come to mind. I even find it funny (in a twisted way, I admit) that Killian gets his hand back for a very short time and then loses it again, compared to Ethan “Lego Man” Winters, who gets both his hands and his leg cut off in different situations and then just pops them back in place and doesn’t even think twice about how the hell he could do that. He probably thought “Haha magic green juice go brrr” (Granted, he did utter a “What the fuck” when his leg got magically reattached but still, Ethan, THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A SIGN OR SOMETHING IDK)

- Fathers of the year. I mean, Killian came back, but I don’t think we talk a lot about how he legit died to save his daughter. Maybe I’ll be a lucky fan and despite the “The father’s story is now done” CAPCOM gave us, Ethan will make a comeback too 🥺

- They make cute sounds to make their children laugh. Like, with Ethan it’s canon, he can pick up Rose’s toy monkey and make cute monkey sounds to her. With Killian it’s such a popular headcanon it’s almost canon, that he would make funny expressions and sounds to make Alice laugh. We don’t see him do it, but we know 100% he would. It’s canon coz I said so, moving on.

- They actually rock their babies to soft sweet music. Killian while singing the lullaby his mother used to sing to him, Ethan with the music from the music box in their house. Just... just leave me here to cry ok.

- The way they inspire protecc feelings for their daughters to me. Alice, precious, protecc. Rose, precious, protecc. But also, you know, it’s not just the way they died for their daughters. It’s how they kept fighting through everything and kept going. Which leads me to...

- Resilience. They both will stop at nothing. They’ll look at monsters, demons, nearly unkillable creatures, and they’ll be like “Okay I got this”. Granted, Ethan will have a cheesy thing or two to say - in contrast to Killian’s wit and charisma - but they’ll both pick up their weapons and go apeshit at them.

- They’re both great artists!

They didn’t have to go that hard with them. But they did and I’m just... yes. Headcanon food. Thank.

- Super forgiving towards their love interests. Look, don’t @ me. Don’t even try. Yes, Mia wanted to protect Ethan and if you think about it it’s not even directly her fault (In 7, if it wasn’t for her The Connections would still go on with their Eveline project, and realizing how it could affect Ethan she legit warned him to stay away, but Ethan was a himbo so he came to save her anyway, so Ethan getting involved in all this mess was kinda a responsibility he took for himself), but she still made important lapses in her judgement. Emma was the same when she turned Killian into a Dark One, she wanted to protect him, it was all out of love, but when you disregard your significant other’s very specific wishes... there are issues. Yet Ethan and Killian gave them a second chance which the way I see it could only come after a deep, long discussion about everything that had happened. And which we didn’t see but it definitely happened coz I say so. Both Killian and Ethan love and they forgive and they see the best in the people they love.

- Died and came back.

Killian: *dies in the Book* *comes back because it wasn’t real* *almost dies from Excalibur* *comes back changed* *dies for real* *comes back because Zeus shipped Captain Swan* *Wish Hook dies protecting his daughter* *comes back because someone gave up his life for him* *both keep living happily ever after*

Ethan: *dies by a head stomp* *comes back changed* *has his heart ripped out* *comes back* *realizes he’s been dead all along* *dies protecting his daughter*

... *no come back? :( CAPCOM? Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? 🥺*

- Had their heart ripped out. Like what were even the chances of both having had that happen.

source for where I took this screenshot because it’s just as terrifying watching it from third person, Ethan’s 😐 face notwithstanding (actually, considering this moment is like, super traumatic and shocking, Ethan having a completely neutral face kinda makes it even more terrifying)

Like ok I know Killian's case has the whole magic heart rip thing so he isn’t instantly killed while Ethan just drops “dead” but you know

- A fave of the whumpers. Probably the main reason this post is happening in the first place. Would I love Ethan if he wasn’t such a good whumpee, having shit done to him and screaming in pain? Prolly not.

- Getting covered in ominous black goo

While experiencing some visions, by the way. Because we can’t have a dude covered in black goo without getting some hallucinations, can we?

- Angst. Angst. Angst galore. Multiple opportunities for angsty fics and headcanons. Having nightmares? Check. Worrying about wife? Check. Worrying about DAUGHTER? Check. Suffering from trauma? Check. FUCKING DYING? Check.

- I love them both. They husband. They son. They boi. And that’s the most important similarity between them, everybody go home and thank you for reading.

Like honestly if you got this far, thank you <3

#Killian Jones #ouat #Ethan Winters #Resident Evil #listen this is my way to cope with my feelings okay #love them both so much #re meta

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Hello Stranger

Summary - You were going through a rough patch in your life. As you were drinking away your problems, you met with a green eyed man who acts a little too nice towards you.

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Warning - Mentions of crappy life, swearing, drinking, angst, fluff-ish, plot twist.

Word Count - 2.1k

Square Filled - One Night Stand ( @spndeanbingo ) - it is just mentioned

A/N - This is written for @impala-1979’s Words for Love challenge. My word was Viraag in Hindi. Viraag - The emotional pain of being separated from a loved one.

The divider is by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

This is also my 5000th post on tumblr. Woah! Also I am back to my angsty self *evil laughs*

Rolling your eyes, you check your phone for the thousandth time that evening for any message.

“Bitch,” you grumbled, thinking about how your best friend had ditched you, again. You had waited for almost two hours for your friend to show up before you decided to leave the bar at first but then you decided to stick around for a couple of drinks.

Life has been kicking you in the ass lately. Maybe staying home and binging F.R.I.E.N.D.S for the hundredth time suddenly didn't seem like a bad idea considering the girl who you had thought to be your best friend had left you alone in a bar full of drunk and horny dudes.

Staring at the glass of whiskey in front of you, you sighed aloud grabbing the attention of the man on the stool beside you.

“What's a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” You looked to your right towards the source of the sound and saw a man staring at you with a creepy little smile on his face. You shuddered at the thought of answering the man.

“Not in the mood. Back off,” you grumbled, downing the glass of whiskey in one go. The sleazy person got up from his seat and stalked his way towards you.

“Fuck off,” you growled, as he placed his hand on the small of your back.

“Back off! That's my wife you're talking to,” A deep voice growled from behind the man, taking you by surprise, “Hey honey. Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to work an extra shift.”

You looked up and a freckle faced, flannel clad man staring at you with his beautiful forest green eyes. Your heart started to beat loudly as the man put a hand around your shoulder.

“Whatever dude,” the drunk grumbled and went off in another direction, probably in search of another person who can keep his bed warm for one night.

“What a creep,” you mumbled, the ominous feeling finally leaving you, “thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“No problem,” he said, removing his hands from your shoulder and taking a seat on the stool beside you, “So can I buy you a drink?” The green eyed man smiled.

“I just told that man to fuck off, what makes you think I will let you touch me?” You said, your eyes narrowing at him, “I am not your wife.”

“I don't do relationships and who said anything about touching? You look like-”

“Shit?” You joked.

“I wasn't gonna say that,” he smirked, “maybe tired was the word.”

“Gee thanks. Life's been tough, boss is an asshat, people who I thought to be my friends turned out to be nothing but snakes,” you said, signalling for a refill, “now, look at me rambling about my fucked up life to a stranger.”

“You need someone to talk to and I'm a good listener,” the man had a soft look on his face, “Name's Dean.”

“Y/N,” you smiled.

“See I am not a stranger anymore,” he chuckled.

“What am I? Four? You say your name and you're suddenly not a stranger, huh? Stranger danger, I hope you know that,” he played along.

“You're something else, you know that?” Dean smirked.

“I know. Heard that a lot. So different that no one sticks around,” you said.

“Then they don't know the real you.”

“Why are you wasting your time?” Dean tilted his head at you, confusion evident on his face, “I already told you I'm not in the mood. I just wanna get drunk tonight.”

“You seriously think that I am acting friendly just because I wanna get in your pants?” You kept quiet sending him a clear message that it was exactly what you were thinking. “You need a friend tonight and not a one night stand.”

“Why?”

“Why? I just told you the reason.”

“Dean, there are other girls in this bar who have been ogling you the whole night and giving me the side eye. Why are you wasting your night with me?” You asked.

“Because I know how it feels to hit rock bottom in your life when all you need is someone to talk to,” Dean said. You nodded slowly at the man’s words.

“What about you Dean? How's life goin’ on for you?” You asked.

“Full of crap.” He gave a dry chuckle.

You took a glass of drink and raised it, Dean mimicking your actions. “Cheers to crappy life.”

“Cheers.”

“Sometimes I think what if my life was a little different. More adventurous, more exciting,” you wondered.

“Trust me, sweetheart, this life is what you want,” Dean said, taking a sip of his drink.

You didn't realise how much time you had spent talking to the green-eyed man in front of him. You were slowly succumbing to the charm of the man and there was this nagging voice in your head telling you to get away from him as fast as possible but in your heart, you couldn't believe that Dean would have a single bad bone in his body.

“Tell me about yourself.” You asked, hoping you could find out more about him and stop being paranoid.

“My life's pretty sucky like yours, no offence,” he chuckled.

“None taken.” You giggled.

“There are days where I just wanna give up, like today but then I meet this beautiful girl who effectively makes my day better,” Dean said with a cheeky grin on his face.

“And who might be this beautiful girl?”

“She is sitting right in front of me,” he smirked, making your heart flutter in your chest. Maybe Dean was genuinely a good man.

“I am happy I could make your day better because all I did was ramble about my stupid life,” you smiled.

“You have no idea how lucky I am to see you tonight. Did I help you?”

“You did. Thank you for tonight, Dean.” You said, leaning into kissing him on the cheek.

“You thinkin’ of going back home now?” He asked politely.

“I am, considering my friend will never show up and I don't want to waste anymore of your time. You want to….come with me?” You hesitated, a little unsure about taking him to your home but you were quite surprised when he shook his head.

“I already told you that I don't wanna get into your pants. Just holding up my end of the promise,” he smiled, signalling the bartender to let him know you would be leaving, “You sure you're okay to go home alone?”

“I'll call a cab,” you said.

“I can drop you off, I have my Baby parked outside,” he said, waving his hand towards the exit.

“Baby?” You cocked your head.

“My 67 Chevy Impala, she is my Baby,” Dean beamed, puffing his chest out.

“You have a nice taste in cars, Dean,” you smiled, “but you do know this kind of feels like the start of every roadside horror movie?”

“So I got an upgrade from the creep to a psycho killer machine?” He asked, a cocky grin plastered on his face, making you shrug.

“Just sayin’. Who knows maybe you're David freaking Yaegar,” you teased.

“Why don't you get in my car and find out? Maybe it's my time to slice and dice,” Dean grinned, your eyes widening at the reference.

“You have good taste in movies too,” you said, “but let me tell you if you kill me, I will come back to haunt your ass, Mister.”

“I will gladly have a cute ghost like you haunt me my entire life,” Dean chuckled, and guided you towards the exit.

“Damn, she is one sexy car,” you let out a low whistle and saw Dean smirking at you.

“Time to slice and dice. Get inside the car now,” he chuckled.

After an hour, with proper directions, the black Chevy had come to a halt in front of your house. Dean had previously told you that he was in the town for a couple more days at the “Red Motel” with his brother.

“You sure you don't wanna-”

“Nah. I'm a man of my words, Y/N,” he flashed you a smile.

“Okay. Thank you for tonight,” you said, “You're a good man, Dean. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, handsome.”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, a lump forming in his throat as he heard you call him handsome.

“Don't be a stranger if we cross paths again,” You gave him a quick hug before climbing out of the car.

He gave you a small wave as he revved up the engine. You looked as he turned his car and drove out of your place. You smiled as your mind replayed the moments from the evening. You went inside your house, closing the door behind your back.

“What?” Dean grumbled as he saw his brother staring at him, the moment he entered the motel room.

“Where the hell were you? I called you so many times,” Sam frowned at his brother who stumbled into the motel room.

“At the bar.”

“Why are you doing this?” Sam asked, “This is the third time in two weeks that you drove to this town.”

“Forgot the huge vampire nest we hunted?” He said, opening the cap of the beer bottle.

“Was it just about the case? I don't think my memory is failing me but doesn't Y/N live in this same town?” Sam raised his voice, “Did you or did you not go to the bar hoping you would meet her?”

Dean kept quiet.

“You can't do this to yourself Dean. It was your idea - you pushed her away!” It took Dean by surprise as he heard his brother yell at him. It was rare that Sam got this mad, “now you can't just waltz back into her life!”

“Sammy-”

“Don't ‘Sammy’ me, Dean. You-you did this to her, to us. Instead of dealing with the situation, you ran away from it!” Sam shoved his brother.

“I know! I know because I was the one who told Cas to erase her memories - give her a new life! I know it, Sammy. I know it better than anyone because I was the one who almost got her killed!” The green eyed hunter's voice broke at the end.

“You could have talked to her. She would have done anything to help you. It wasn't you.It was the mark.,” Sam said.

“It was still me,” he whispered, “she was the only one who could have talked me out of it but I didn't want that. This life - it's not for her, man. She deserves to have someone who is not ninety percent crap-”

“No. You don't get to say that. She was family. You shouldn't have made that decision for her,” the younger Winchester scoffed, “She would have stayed unlike you running from the problem because she loved you.”

Dean swallowed, “I loved her too. I still do but at least now she is safe….alive. She now has to deal with stupid bosses and asshole friends instead worrying about monsters, thinking about everyday to be your last.”

“Then let her go, man. Y/N’s not yours anymore. Y/N’s not your wife anymore,” Sam said, patting his brother's shoulder, “She was like a sister to me. I miss her. Everyday. I know you do too. But you gotta let her go.” Sam walked out of the room, tears pricking at his eyes.

Nursing the bottle in his hand, Dean stared at the bland wall in front of him. Closing his eyes shut, he remembered the intoxicating smell of yours entrapping him when you had hugged him, the way you were continuously playing with a loose strand of hair while talking to him. Looking down at his right arm, his left hand reached into his jeans pockets.

“I still love you, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

Twirling the wedding band between his fingers, he scoffed, “Till death do us part.”

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blametheeditor · 3 years

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Inktober Day 25: Splat

Warnings: Cursing. People being treated as pets. People being treated as insects. Angst, but a good ending. Lots of angst. Family not being treated well. Mentions of getting hurt or killed.

Splat: a splattering or slapping sound.

It’s the required angsty story of the week.

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Fritz wanted to do nothing more than to move away from the hands with fingers taller than him, the shark-like grins hovering ominously telling him everything he needs to know.

“Make sure the harness is tight,” the giant purrs. “Wouldn’t want to you to go splat.”

The human doesn’t wait for the necessary adjustments to be made. The moment they weren’t paying attention, he was sprinting onto the platform leading back into the building’s main room. Needing to get away from the ‘preparation room’. Needing a moment to himself before his guardian spots him.

This is why Fritz hates going anywhere with David. After not interacting with humans all his life and not caring about them, the business man’s favorite restaurants and stores are all very unfriendly when it comes to the much smaller counterparts. They all see people three inches tall at most the same way: pests or pets.

On one hand, he’s glad the giant doesn’t leave him at the house and pretend he doesn’t exist. He had plenty of that when they were first getting used to each other. It was depressing being treated worse than nothing, not even caring Fritz couldn’t even leave if he wanted to, not with the door having no mechanism for a human to open it.

On the other, he’s currently wearing a harness that’s supposed to clip him to David’s jacket collar so he can’t fall off his shoulder. Because humans are too dumb to do that themselves and know the risks of sitting on such a precarious spot, and no giant wants to just hold a human.

Then again, David hates giving Fritz a ‘free ride’ and only then is it solely through pocket travel, so it’s definitely a thing.

The redhead takes a deep breath to ready himself for what’s going to come, smiling as a tall man in a suit finally spots him.

David stops beside the only platform in the entire building meant for humans, raising an eyebrow. “Am I going to get a complaint about you trying to bite their finger off?”

Fritz smiles innocently, a vast contrast from when he first came to a giant only restaurant. Terrified out of his mind. Trembling as the harness was tightened so harshly by the end of the night he couldn’t feel his legs. Not feeling comforted by David immediately clipping him into place. The giant ignoring him.

He still ignores his charge, but it’s after the teenager climbs up his arm by himself. Sitting on his shoulder without being clipped in so he ‘doesn’t go splat’.

They should see Mike plopping Jeremy into his water, or Eggs tossing Fritz into David’s soda, or Vincent giving Eggs a taste of his own medicine.

“We should go to my favorite restaurant next time.”

The redhead laughs at the glare he can barely see, making a point to lean against the giant’s neck as a response rumbles. “You’ve gotten used to it.”

Fritz’s smile drops at the thought of ‘getting used to it’. To the disdain looks, and coos of how cute he is, and questions if he’s trained, and comments of how lucky he is to have such a loving owner. He won’t ever get used to it, and he hopes he never will.

This is the part that worries him about his life with David. The giant can show that he cares more about the human he adopted and seems to show a conscious effort of not seeing the smaller as some/thing/ below him.

The restaurants he’s invited to are for giant’s only. The stores they go to are giant only. And not once are claims of him being ‘cute’ or ‘lucky’ are corrected, or at least told to Fritz in private none of them are true. They go home, he’s none to gently shoved toward his room, and that’s it. Wake up super early to make sure he’s not locked in the house again or else he misses school for the third day in a row.

The human slowly shakes his head as he sits up properly, trying to chase away the negative thoughts. Even if they’re true, what is he supposed to do about it? Tell David, get grounded, and do the exact same thing another day?

“Don’t sulk on me,” cuts through his thoughts, Fritz blinking to realize they’re being lead to a table.

A table with one seat. No utensils made for a human.

The teenager finds his mouth closing before he can the automatic ‘sorry’ already forming on his lips. “Why would it be so bad going to a restaurant made for giants and humans?”

David goes still, going so far as to even pause turning the menu’s page.

“You’re lucky I go to one that doesn’t require you sit outside and wait.”

“Right,” Fritz snaps. “I’m very lucky I have to sit on your shoulder the entire time and listen to you eat right next to me and hope I don’t have /terrifying nightmares/ about it tonight. Yay me.”

“Why are you bitching about this all of a sudden?” David growls.

“If you haven’t noticed, I can’t even leave the house unless I agree to be your obedient pet for the evening.”

There’s no response to that one, and Fritz doesn’t know if the giant has gone back to reading the menu while pretending he’s ‘listening’, or he’s trying to come up with a good comeback. He just hopes the grounding won’t be another whole life sentence to his existing four life sentences. James was trying to come up with a solution that could legally pronounce him dead, but wouldn’t be permanent.

Suddenly, David stands up, and the only time he’d ever want to be clipped in with a harness would be then.

“Mr. Harrison?” Fritz begins, voice shaky with nerves because he knows he crossed the line. The giant’s going to take him to a dark hallway, stomp on him, and report the human ran away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He gasps as a hand grabs him off the shoulder, going completely still at the sight of David’s glare being aimed down at him. Not saying a single word as the harness is silently requested, handing it over as they exit the restaurant.

“What’s this restaurant's name you’ve been dying to have.”

Fritz stares unbelieving. “You’re, you’re serious?”

“I’ve had the same thing for Friday night dinner for the past two years.” Hazel eyes narrow down at him. “I need something new.”

The human only grins widely, scrambling to his feet and pointing down the street, closer toward the shared district for giants and humans. “That way!”

“You’re also grounded.”

He’ll take it.

#Inktober 2021 #Day 25: Splat #g/t #giant #tiny #FNAF Bois #11:59 #angst #guys we've already established I need to torture the Fritz #but there's always good at the end #usually REALLY toward the end #writing #BTE writing

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theatresweetheart · 4 years

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Ooh, what about 43. Soft kiss + 2. Kiss on the forehead with Prinxiety? Maybe it's angsty, maybe it's not. We'll never know >;)

Witching Hour Sleepover

Warnings: Nightmare mention, swearing, self-deprecation, crying, slight panic, negative self reflection, kissing, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety

Characters: Roman, Virgil, Logan and Patton (mentioned in passing, but not present)

Word count: 2425 words.

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This was so dumb. He knew it was dumb. This whole thing was dumb and irrational and stupid and just go back to bed, Roman, there’s nothing wrong, it was just a nightmare.

And he wanted to, oh God how Roman just wanted to turn around and go back to his own bedroom. But he had to know. He had to. The images in his head had been so real and haunting, that he just needed to make sure that Virgil was fine. That he was still there and hadn’t ducked out forever.

Roman just had to convince himself.

In hindsight, he knew that Virgil was still there. Why wouldn’t he be?‌ They had worked everything out a while ago and he and Virgil had come to an understanding—not just an understanding, dumbass, you’re dating. He’s giving you a second chance after all those years of constant belittling.

That…didn’t make sense, not really. Virgil had forgiven him for all of that, but it seemed Roman had yet to forgive himself.

Shaking it off, he crept along the corridor as silently as possible. He snuck quietly past Patton and Logan’s rooms extra carefully, really not wanting to risk earning a lecture from either of them.

When he reached the dark purple door on his left, he took a breath. This was so dumb. Virgil could very well still be wide awake (and knowing the anxious Side, he probably totally was.)

But that didn’t matter, he had to know.

Carefully laying his hand on the doorknob, Roman leaned forward slightly, pressing his ear against the door to listen for any inside sounds. A book moving, Virgil tapping away at his laptop, the bed moving a lot showing the other Side trying to get comfortable, anything that could signify that Virgil was still awake and would catch him.

When there was no telltale sounds from inside, Roman carefully pushed the door open and peered inside. What he saw surprised him.

There, tucked under all of his covers in the darkness of the bedroom, was Virgil. Sound asleep in the middle of the bed. It looked like he had fallen asleep with his headphones connected to his phone, playing some soft music through the earbuds that had fallen out. Roman let out an steady breath, realizing that all of his fear had been in vain and relaxed the slightest bit more.

Knowing that Virgil was right there, sleeping soundly and not gone made his tense shoulders release.

Satisfied with that, Roman turned to leave when he heard shuffling from the bed. The comforters moved and he froze, shoulders immediately tensing back up at the noise.

“…Roman?” The sleepy voice from behind him made him cringe.

Great going, jackass, you woke him up.

Roman turned on his heels again, hand releasing the doorknob in favour of sticking them into his pajama pockets. He didn’t really know what else to do with them. “…hey, Virge.”

Virgil sat up in the darkness, rubbing his eyes and trying to blink away the exhaustion from them. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I was just, uh,” he fidgeted, trying to think of a reasonable excuse. This was so embarrassing. The reason he was even here was embarrassing and he knew for a fact as soon as he told Virgil, the other would get an immediate kick out of it. “I just needed to get out my room, that’s all.”

Virgil frowned and Roman could see it, even in the dark. His eyes had adjusted well enough now.

“Bull,”‌ Virgil called it instantly and Roman cringed again. “What really brought you here?”

The creative Side didn’t have the heart to answer, and he heard Virgil sigh from in front of him. Then there was the shuffling of blankets again, and then soft footsteps approaching him where he stood in the doorway. When he looked up again, the shorter Side was standing in front of him.

The first thing Roman noticed was that he was lacking his normal eye shadow—had it been wiped off? Smudged off during the night?‌ No, it would have been all over his face is that was the reason. He shook the thoughts away, then noticed that Virgil’s arms were crossed and his eyes were slightly glazed over by exhaustion, but there was still that resolute vigilance in them. He really did feel bad for waking him up, Virgil didn’t get a lot of sleep as it was and here Roman was, worrying him with his irrational fears.

“Y’know, standing at my door in the middle of the night totally isn’t creepy,” the shorter Side continued, obviously tired and wanting to go back to bed, but also obviously concerned.

“Sorry,”‌ was Roman’s immediate thought and it came out before he had thought about it.

Virgil quirked a brow in response, before rolling his eyes. He took a moment and debated something, but Roman could see that thoughtful look on his face before relenting and retreating back into his room. Roman almost took that as an invitation to leave, before he heard the blankets being yanked off the bed and being dragged out behind Anxiety.

Virgil shut his bedroom door before grabbing Roman by the wrist and tugging him behind him and down toward the stairs leading into the living room. Roman was careful not to step on the blanket around his shoulders, not wanting to yank him backward. They also took extra caution passing the others’ doors once more, really not wanting to risk a (loving and logical in turn) lecture about staying up this late at night.

Virgil led Roman down the stairs before nudging Creativity onto the couch. He heaved his blankets up and shoved them onto Roman before silently disappearing back up the stairs for a few more minutes, leaving Roman in a stunned silence.

Not ten minutes later, Virgil returned with his arms full of Roman’s blankets and pillows and everything else he could carry. The red sheets tumbled onto the couch when Virgil let them go and he was silently arranging them on the chesterfield in the most comfortable position.

Virgil grabbed his comfort pillow, before settling into the nest of blankets and pillows before pushing a pillow into Roman’s arms as well, having a feeling the prince would want something to hold onto.

Roman instead blinked at him, brown eyes blown wide in surprise. Hands subconsciously digging into the pillow now in his grasp. “What are we doing down here?”

“My room would make you freak out more,”‌ Virgil explained as if it was the most obvious thing, “and your room probably exaggerates what’s going on up here.”‌ He reached over and tapped Roman on the head. “Making whatever you were thinking about grander and more whimsical and more frightening and real. And then me being in your room would probably accelerate that process. So, the living room was the best option for neutral territory.”

Roman scoffed, but he had a feeling Virgil was right. “My thoughts wouldn’t have been exaggerated, that’s your job.”

Virgil snorted, clearly not believing him. “Sure,” he said, “whatever floats your boat.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, both holding onto their respective pillows before Virgil let out a soft breath and laid back into the waves of comforter. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep—and while he was silently mourning a night of sleeping in his bed, he wasn’t going to complain.

“So, what’s going on?”

The question seemed to be the last thing Roman wanted to talk about, but escaping it at this point was impossible. “What if I‌ said I was fine?”

“I’d totally believe you,” Virgil relented, closing his eyes and stifling a yawn. “Except for the fact that you never stand at my door ominously in the middle of the night, so I’m taking a shot in the dark here and saying that something is wrong.”

Roman held his breath, his eyes dropping down to the floor in front of them.

“So?” Anxiety prompted after a moment, tilting his head to the side.

It was kind of cute, Roman could admit that, the way Virgil’s eyes glittered in the darkness, flickering with something deeper than aggression and spite. It was something softer, a plea almost.

“I– had a nightmare,” he admitted after a moment more, keeping his eyes anywhere other than Virgil.

“Okay, what about?”

Roman hesitated again, unsure of how Virgil was going to take this. “You.”

“Me?” Virgil got a nod in response. His brows furrowed. “You had a nightmare about me?‌ Should I‌ be offended and/or worried?”

“No, no!” Roman was quick to stop him from going down that path. “It wasn’t about what you probably think it was about.”

This time Virgil was the one that hesitated. “Then what was it about? If not what you think, I’m thinking it’s about.”

Roman chuckled at that, glad for that brief break in the tense atmosphere. But his smile dropped and he sobered up not a moment later.

“…you ducked out again,” he said, his voice softer than before and he could feel Virgil tense up on the couch beside him. “But this time for good. None of us could convince you to come back to us, you know?” Roman could feel the heat building behind his eyes again and it was so stupid, you’re being dumb. He’s obviously right there beside you and not ducked out.

“Ro–”

“And it was my fault,” he cut Virgil off, and he could see the way Virgil softened in his peripheral vision. Roman wanted to tell him the whole thing before he got the inevitable rejection that was definitely coming. “You leaving for good was my fault. Everything I‌ ever said to you, everything I‌ ever did to you. I‌ couldn’t make anything better and you looked so destroyed and then your door was gone and I‌ just needed to—”

Roman’s voice cut off in a soft sob and he lifted his hand to muffle the sound, not wanting to wake anyone else. He then felt a gentle warmth on the side of his arm, and Virgil drew himself closer so he was sitting directly beside him, nearly completely pressed up against his side.

“Hey,” Virgil said, his voice was soft like a hum. “I’m not gone.” He reached up and took Roman’s hand in his own, and pulled it away from his mouth, squeezing it instead and he leaned forward, trying to catch the prince’s gaze. When Roman still refused to meet his eyes, Virgil used his empty hand to catch the side of his face and gently guide it to meet his eyes. Roman’s eyes stayed down. “We’ve both said some nasty shit, Roman. It wasn’t just your fault.”

“But it—”

“Shh.”‌ Virgil swiped his thumb across Roman’s cheek, wiping away some of the tears that slid down. “It’s okay. I‌ promise it is. We instigated each other, it wasn’t just you. But we’ve grown up. Look at where we are now, in this moment. We’re together and everything is fine. I’m here. You’re here. We’re here.”

Roman sucked in a stuttering breath, squeezing Virgil’s hand as if to prove that he was corporeal and sitting right in front of him.

“I’m not mad,”‌ Virgil promised him, “I never really was. We were young and dumb and bitter and resentful. We’re past that. I don’t hold it against you, so you shouldn’t hold it against yourself.” He swiped his thumb over the side of Roman’s face again, giving him the smallest of smiles. “We have fought like hell, and I’m sure we will continue to fight like hell–” Virgil managed to get a small choked laugh (maybe it was more of a sob) out of Roman, “–but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I‌ love you.”

In the quiet, as those words settled around them, Roman leaned forward and Virgil met him half way. The kiss was soft and it held an incredible amount of meaning behind it. Words that would remain unsaid, and words that neither had the heart to say to each other just yet.

Silent promises and wordless pleas.

A promise of devotion.

The two pulled back and Virgil raised both hands to swipe at the rest of the tears on Roman’s face, and he smiled gentler. It was almost more in his eyes than it was on his mouth. Roman met his eyes for the first time that night.

“There he is,” Virgil murmured softly.

After just a moment, Virgil decided enough was enough. It was late and they were both past the point of exhaustion. He slid back a little more on the couch, but never released Roman’s hands, unsure if he would be able to handle that loss of touch right now. He struggled a little and ended up having to let go of him in the end.

Virgil tried to get the ridiculous amount of blankets up into a usable position, before adjusting some of the pillows and getting them so they almost made the couch wider. It was more of a wall, really. If one of them fell off sometime during the night, it wouldn’t hurt when they hit the floor. He eventually found himself stretching out along the length of the couch and blinking up to the other Side, reaching his hands out to him. “C’mere.”

Roman only hesitated a second, before getting under the covers himself and finding himself snuggled up close, his eyes fluttering shut lazily. “…you’re okay?” He half-mumbled into Virgil’s shoulder, just as Virgil’s hand came up to smooth through his hair.

“Mm-hmm,”‌ Virgil hummed, his voice resonating through his chest, a soothing rumble that vibrated through him. Roman felt soft lips press against his forehead and he nearly melted further into the loving touch. “But if you get too heavy, you can bet your ass I’m pushing you off of me.”

Roman chuckled at that. It was a genuine sound.

They fell quiet again, the natural sounds of the home a soothing lullaby. Virgil’s heartbeat was steady and thrumming under his ear and his breathing was relaxed and comforting. They were curled up in the warmth of each other and Roman realized they would have to find another neutral spot that wasn’t out in the open like this.

It was nice being this close together.

Virgil’s hand had eventually stopped moving, falling lax but staying put, and Roman could have sworn he was asleep at this point.

“Virgil?”‌ He whispered after a moment.

“…mm?” Was the sluggish reply.

“I‌ love you too.”

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Our Life, but as Dark Fantasy

Okay, so, Our Life: Beginnings & Always by @gb-patch is probably the softest story I’ve ever fallen in love with. (And I will always scream from the rooftops that people should play it because I love it so much and it’s free to boot!) It’s slice of life and low stakes and the focus is entirely on the characters living life together and their relationships.

Despite this and enjoying working on my personal sorta novelization and adding in new scenes that fit the mood and add more excuses for fluff... suddenly a light banter scene from one of the parts of the game spiraled out of control into a plot thread of a dark angsty canon divergence with fantasy elements.

Like, I have no intention of writing a full blown story about it or anything. (Not like I’m doing for my preferred route through the game at least.) But, dang it, my passion for this game can’t be contained, and it’s running away with me. Plus, hey, why not grant Cove his deepest wish to finally meet a mermaid?

In other words, I took a fun and fluffy scene from the game and threw in an ominous note of foreshadowing to it at the end, which then blew up into its own post-game scene. Am I going to show it? What the heck, sure. Here’s the scene under a cut. Maybe someone else will enjoy it too.

Disclaimer - my version of Jamie might not match yours, and this is written in third person, so if you’d rather not read about that kind of fan content for Our Life, play the game instead. The writing will be rougher than what gets posted on @dragonandtiger, as this is first draft fooling around. Also, spoilers for Step 3.

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Cove pretended to sigh as he hung his head. “Maybe it’s for the best.” He peeked through strands of his hair at Jamie as he tried his best to keep a straight face. “Let’s say a merperson did happen to wash up on shore one day…”

He let the suggestion hang in the air for a moment as he turned to Jamie, wearing a faux doleful expression that did nothing to hide the smile in his eyes. “I could’ve lost my girlfriend to their magical underwater world.”

Jamie failed to stifle a chuckle, which quirked the corners of Cove's mouth upwards in response. "Sure, I'd go with the merperson," she teased, "but only if you could come with us too."

Cove didn’t try to hide his grin this time, his eyes lighting up with delighted surprise at the unexpected answer. “You’re a nice person, Jamie,” he said sincerely before he got back into character. He arched an exaggerated eyebrow, doing his best to display serious skepticism. “But what if they didn’t want me? Would you seriously stay on land?”

Jamie placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look. Despite the ridiculousness of the conversation, she wasn’t about to joke on this point. There was nothing in this world that would make her choose to leave Cove behind - not even for some hypothetical mysterious other world full of magic and adventure. Though she offered no words in response, she grabbed onto his arm and clung to it with excessive possessiveness.

Despite the hint of actual seriousness that had crept into the playful debate, Cove couldn’t help but nearly chuckle when Jamie latched onto him, her silent message coming across loud and clear. He couldn’t help but smile softly and think of just how cute his girlfriend could be when she was, as he liked to call it, stubbornly affectionate.

Still, despite the moment of fondness, he wasn’t about to let the joke drop just yet. “If a beautiful, kind merperson falls for somebody, I’m pretty positive the sensible response isn't to turn around and say, ‘No thanks, I’m gonna stay on land with a normal guy.’”

“I don’t want that,” Jamie huffed. She puffed out her cheeks in an exaggerated pout, and Cove couldn't stop himself from chuckling a bit at the sight. She broke character to smile triumphantly at that, before she suddenly straightened up, her eyes lighting up with a brilliant idea. “I should get to be the mercreature, and then I’d invite you to the underwater world.”

“What?!” Cove blurted out, caught completely off guard by the suggestion. He stared at Jamie with wide eyes, his mind immediately already picturing the possibilities of what she might look like as a mermaid. It wasn’t too hard to visualize considering she was already wearing a swimsuit, and the image turned his cheeks pink with heat.

“That's…,” he began, only to falter for a moment. “You… as a mermaid…” He had to take a moment to again picture it, his mouth hanging open just a little in wonder. “That’s… I mean…”

When the idea finally finished crystalizing in his head, Cove couldn’t help but feel thrilled by it. “Yeah,” he said with a brilliant smile. “It’s a good idea.”

Jamie smiled, pleased to have had such a profound effect on her boyfriend. She adjusted her hold so that she held his hand in both of hers. “I’m glad you think so,” she said before her voice grew tender. Her dark blue eyes glittered with adoration as she peered deeply into his eyes of bright aquamarine. “Would you come with me?”

“I…” Cove faltered, staring at Jamie with wide eyes as his pulse quickened. Her gaze was electric, turning into nervous energy inside him that couldn’t be contained. Although he hesitated to remove the hand she held so tenderly, he fumbled with his free hand for something to fidget with and found the sunscreen bottle he had dropped earlier. He flicked at the cap, snapping it on and off again in an erratic rhythm.

After a moment, Cove closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to compose himself. “Of course I would,” he finally answered. He tried to keep sounding playful, but the words came out soft with his sincerity. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Jamie was beaming, her smile as brilliant as sunshine.

“Thanks, Cove,” she said as she laced their fingers together. “I’d be a happy merfolk.”

Cove returned the gesture, squeezing Jamie's hand as little giggles escaped him. While the whole conversation had been intended as a lark, he couldn't help but feel deliriously happy by the little fantasy they had crafted together.

Jamie leaned in closer to her boyfriend, pleased by how much of an impact her words had on Cove. She couldn't help but imagine the scenario like he was at that moment. It would be such a lovely story.

Or at least, it would have been if it only remained nothing more than a fantasy.

Jamie was swimming like her life depended on it. Limbs thrashing through the water, propelling her closer and closer to the shore. She fixated on nothing else but making it back to Sunset Bird and…

“Cove!”

…

Cove Holden was a wreck. It had been two weeks since Jamie had disappeared, and the police had nothing to offer him but empty promises that they were trying their best to find his girlfriend.

He tried to hold out hope and remain patient, but the longer Jamie was gone, the more he could feel himself breaking down. He had the support of those who cared for him, but it wasn’t enough to hold back the despair that grew just a little deeper each day that she remained missing.

Despite the fact that Cove and Jamie had moved out of their childhood homes not that long ago, he was now spending nearly every day at the Leimomi house like he did during his childhood. Only, instead of going there to visit Jamie, it was to help her moms get through this crisis - it was the closest he could come to feeling like he was actually doing something more than just waiting in agony.

Cove also took to wandering through the old neighborhood more. He knew it was irrational to expect to find Jamie in the places they hang out throughout their childhood, especially when he, her family, and the police already thoroughly checked the areas. Despite this, he found himself at the top of poppy hill.

It wasn’t long ago that Cove and Jamie were both running down the hill, laughing and playing together like children as they raced ahead towards their future. The moment had been so peaceful, so wonderful. He remembered wondering what he would feel when he thought back to that day.

He had his answer now - an overwhelmingly painful longing.

The poppies were gone, just like Jamie. The hill was just as green as it always was, even in late fall; the ocean was just as blue as it beckoned to him not far away. Yet, to Cove, poppy hill felt desolate.

Cove had intended to leave by sunset, but he had been lost inside his head until he noticed the moon hanging in the sky. Despite the obvious reminder that he needed to go home, that he had work in the morning, he found himself lingering still. A part of him dreaded returning to an empty apartment and a bed meant for two by himself.

Looking at the moon and the ocean reflecting it along with the stars above, Cove was reminded of the first time he met Jamie. The sight of the horizon was the same as back then, but the heartache he felt then was nothing compared to the hell he was going through now.

Cove didn’t bother fighting the tears that spilled from his eyes, as he wished desperately for a miracle. “Jamie…”

Only the sound of the waves answered Cove. He closed his eyes listening; he could almost swear he heard Jamie’s voice answer him from somewhere far away, calling his name.

Then his eyes snapped open wide as Cove realized he wasn’t just imagining it.

Cove was off like a shot, running for the oh so very faint sound of Jamie’s voice. He shouted her name, and he heard his in return as he raced down the hill towards the shore. Once he reached the sand, he scanned the empty beach for signs of life, for the barest glimpse of blue hair and even darker blue eyes.

Movement on the waves drew Cove’s eye back to the ocean. Someone was swimming towards the beach, stretching a pale hand towards the sky in a frantic wave for attention as they surfaced.

“Cove!”

Cove kicked his shoes off before reaching the water, diving in without hesitation. The choppy waves fought him, but he cut through each one with the experience of a lifetime of swimming in the ocean brought him.

“Jamie!” Cove shouted so that Jamie would know he was coming for her. In the dim light of the moon and starry sky, Jamie kept disappearing among the waves, the blue color of her long hair serving to blend in with the dark water.

But Jamie answered in a voice aching with relief, and he knew she had heard him. “Cove!”

When Jamie reached out her hand again, this time Cove was close enough to grab it. He seized her body close and for a moment there was nothing the two of them could do but hold each other, salt water and tears mingling together as their shuddering bodies pressed close while buffered by a turbulent sea.

It was a moment of relief so exquisite that it was almost painful.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn’t last long. The water was too rough to remain there, so Cove shifted his hold on Jamie, hooking her right arm around his shoulders and guided her weary body back to shore. It wasn’t until his feet touched back down on the sand that he realized Jamie wasn’t doing the same, instead heavily leaning against him like a dead weight.

“Cove,” Jamie whispered, her voice hoarse from yelling and heavy with exhaustion. She reached out to him with her left hand, and the sound of metal clinking accompanied it. To Cove’s horror, he saw a shackle on her wrist, still dangling links of a broken chain. “Sorry… I need you… to carry me…”

Cove turned to Jamie, panic rising as questions rushed to his lips, when he finally got his first good look at her. He froze, his mouth flagging open as his eyes went wide and round as the moon.

Jamie’s legs were gone - in their place was a large fishtail covered in shimmering blue scales.

#Our Life Beginnings & Always #ourlifeba #Our Life #Cove Holden #Jamie Last #or rather #Jamie Leimomi #My Writing #yes I gave my version of Jamie a distinct last name #the developers sounded keen for players to at least give Jamie unique last names #so I just went for it #I should probably give a tag to this au for my personal tumblr #since I suspect this won't be the only blurb I throw up here #Mermaid Jamie

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drrrsankai-blog · 2 years

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I posted 627 times in 2021

146 posts created (23%)

481 posts reblogged (77%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.3 posts.

I added 478 tags in 2021

#art - 140 posts

#celty - 60 posts

#drrr - 59 posts

#durarara - 36 posts

#shinra - 33 posts

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Longest Tag: 116 characters

#after years of seeing artists vent their frustrations about this that the person may very well not be okay with this

My Top Posts in 2021

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(I had to cut the gifs or it wouldn't post)

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DRRR!! Fic Rec (mini-list)

Ominous Habits by RedDice

A very interesting and well-written fanfic in which Mikado is a serial killer and Aoba is an arsonist. Shit happens when they discover each other's habits.

Nothing by Tousled_Sky

Shinra muses over Izaya leaving him. Absolutely amazing writing and deliciously angsty.

the grace in monsters by revolutionaries

The seeming gravitational pull of Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima, Shinra Kishitani, and Celty Sturluson. Varying POVs.

City of Orphans by Pi (Rhea)

Anri thinks about her Saika children. Beautifully written. ;.;

houseguest by Wattstalf

A cute AU where Egor is a creature called a leshy and is invited to stay at the Kishitani's as part of research. Very cute!!!

those who came before by Wattstalf

Emilia asks Shingen about his previous wife.

Death Is A Party by epicfrenchfry

Izaya and Shizuo meet again in a limbo sort of afterlife.

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I drew/colored over a screenshot of Celty out of boredom.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#I was just curious.#interesting I dislike Shinra and don't pay much mind to him and he ends up in the top 5 haha #the Celty pic at the bottom always sends me when I see it ever since ms. narc tendies clicked like on it #Celty

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yoonki-boonki · 3 years

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Hey, just saw your txt drabbles post. Can you write a yeonbin drabble with literally any theme that is maybe not an au. Like the first thing that comes to your mind but preferably not angsty xD

Thank youuu

here u go ~~ hope u like it!! "Do you think he knows?" Yeonjun asks Beomgyu as they munch on snacks in between practice. They both have been working extra hours to perfect their moves, their facial expressions for the upcoming performances- straightened fingertips, stable feet, a smile, a wink here and there for the fans.

Beomgyu shrugs, "I don't know," he takes a sip of water, flips his hair away from his eyes, "why don't you just tell him?"

It resembles a slap against his cheek- hearing those words. "Wait," Yeonjun squints his eyes, opens and closes his mouth before continuing, "you don't think this is lame? That it's a losing game?"

"Uhh," the boy stretches his sore muscles, mulls the answer in his mind for a bit, "-no? Why?"

And it comes as a surprise, Yeonjun wonders if Beomgyu even understands what this conversation is about, wonders if he should laugh it off, pretend it was never about -this-, still, "Pursuing a romantic relation with a member is a dive into the deep end."

Either Beomgyu's not interested enough, painfully tired or Yeonjun's too nervous about this topic, "Yeah," the younger shrugs once more, "if you refuse to talk about it, address it like adults- sure."

And it's stupid, it really is, but it fills Yeonjun with hope- that unstable, rooted in emotion rather than facts type of hope. The one that clogs his head with air, takes him somewhere high above the clouds where he becomes one with the sun.

"What if I did it today?" he says, and his breath gets caught up in his throat.

Beomgyu seems to notice the adrenaline that has taken over the latter, the wide eyes staring back at him, the recklessness of it all. He laughs, "I dare you."

That's the thing about the sun- it burns. Yeonjun can feel it in the place of his heart, "-shit," and then again, "shit, -shit- okay, okay." It hits him like a wall, a reality check, there is a chance this might work out, there is a chance he has been wrong all this time. The possibility sizzles addictive at the pit of his stomach. He can't say no to it. He's going to do it, he knows it. "But how?"

Now Beomgyu looks more woken up, excited at the turn of events, "Taehyun's at the studio, I can text Kai if he wants to get food with me."

It sounds like a plan, and Yeonjun's freaking out a little bit by now, "But what do I say? What if he hates the idea of it?"

Beomgyu already has his phone out, swiping the screen from the shade of pitch black to Yeonjun's ominous future, "Then you move on, laugh it off, tell him it was a dare."

Yeonjun thinks he might be losing vision, the nervousness lulling him into a state of disorientation. Then, Beomgyu's phone ding's and the boy's standing up from the floor, reaching for his hoodie. "You go, tiger, it's your time to shine!" Apparently, that's all that it takes in the younger's point of view.

Yeonjun uses his last piece of mind to stare the latter down, giving him his best unamused facial expression as the younger leaves him, waving goodbye with a glint in his eyes. It's now or never, huh?

It takes Yeonjun about fifteen minutes to gather courage, figure out, then absolutely forget what to say, how to go about this situation, to lock the practice room's door and head to their dorm.

When he walks inside their shared space- it's quiet. Yeonjun hopes Soobin hasn't gone to sleep, then hopes he has -hopes he has moved dorms, countries-, then rolls his eyes, tightens his own fist and reminds himself that it's going to be alright. Either way.

The knock on Soobin's door goes unheard, so the boy takes a breath and slides open the door, peeks inside. Soobin's in his bed, headphones on- those awfully big ones that require some kind of trained balance to keep them put-, he's in a pair of light blue pyjamas, staring at his computer screen. Then Yeonjun looks a bit more, looks closer and there are unshed tears in the boy's eyes. He must be watching dramas again.

Soobin whips his head to face the older, goes to wipe the tears away- embarrassed. "Did you want something?" Yeonjun remembers he should have taken a shower before coming here, changed out of his workout clothes but it's too late for that. He puts on his most teasing smile, enters the room.

"Crying again?" he says, but there's no bite to it, some might even say it comes out similar to adoration.

Soobin shuts the computer, takes off the headphones as Yeonjun climbs next to him in bed, "stop," he whines.

It makes the older laugh, a moment of peace before his nerves rush back to torture him. "Soobinie," he starts, and can't make himself look at the other, "I need to tell you something."

He feels the boy shift beside him. Soobin takes his hands in his, and they're wider than his, a bit cold to the touch, "Is something wrong?"

Maybe. "No," Yeonjun replies. "No, no, nothing's wrong, I just-", and his mind goes blank. There are a million things he could say right now, a million ways he could act, but everything's out of place- Yeonjun feels out of place. What if this ruins their friendship? What if the rejection stings in his heart so much it becomes distracting? What if he says - it was a dare! I can't believe you thought it was real!- and each word grips a piece of his soul out of him.

Soobin pulls them both down, takes Yeonjun by his shoulder and pushes him beneath the blankets, covers them both up until their shoulders, "It's alright, you can tell me," the younger boy says.

And suddenly they're face to face, and Soobin is wearing fondness all over his features. Yeonjun melts. He doesn't want this to be a dare, wants this to be real. Either way.

He half-whispers, voice going raspy, "Remember when we debuted, and then the next week you got so sick I thought you might just turn green?" Soobin nods. "I fell asleep by your bed three nights in a row- I was so worried."

"I- uh-" he pauses, "-and then a few months after that when you noticed I was draining myself, always at the practice room, you brought me water, stayed with me to make sure I wasn't being too harsh on myself," the older boy adds.

"I remember."

"Soobin, I think-," Yeonjun flexes his jaw, his gaze drops to where their bodies disappear under the blanket. Allowing himself to dream of becoming an idol was difficult, telling his parents about it was even more. Training, debuting, too, but - this... He bites his lip, "I think those were the first times I thought I might like you a bit more than a group member, a friend."

And then the clock ticks somewhere in a room next to theirs, the bed sheets rustle, Soobin's breath echoes in his mind, cars pass by the building, the lamp flickers, Yeonjun's heart beats is in his ears, and it's so loud in this silence, and, and-

Soobin pulls him closer, nearly strangles him against his own chest- Yeonjun's face uncomfortably rests against his neck. It's alright. The same hands- now three times warmer- are on his nape, holding him, petting his hair, brushing along the lines of his shoulders.

Yeonjun wants to laugh, he feels confused, bewildered, "What are you doing?", but Soobin shushes him. The strokes against his skin become heavier until finally, something feels odd, and Yeonjun frees himself, looks at the younger.

"Why are you crying?" he asks- scared of the answer- noting the hot tears streaming over the boy's cheeks.

Soobin shakes his head, then laughs, his lips reddened, eyes puffy. "I-", he tries to say, "I'm so happy you said that," and the sun inside Yeonjun's body shines brighter than before.

He goes to lightly hit the latter on the chest, "you scared me," but they're both laughing, and Soobin's pulling him back into his arms. "-shit, you scared me so bad," he says against the fabric of the blue pyjamas.

"I'm sorry," and Yeonjun can barely make out the words under all the sniffling, the dizziness. He feels Soobin plant a kiss on top of his head, goes limp. Wonders if anyone would notice if he slept in Soobin's bed from now on, figures he doesn't care, the others wouldn't either. It's alright.

I also posted this on my AO3 (its a bit angsty isnt it? T-T but .... its also cute, right?....)

#yeonbin #yeonbin fluff #yeonbin au #yeonbin fanfic #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #mine #txt au

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