#Gods chaos kids courage

[justalildumpling]

the aftermath (of champagne & tequila)

synopsis: so maybe those few glasses of champagne and tequila wasn’t your smartest choice of beverages at your high school reunion. but how were you supposed to know that running into your childhood crushes absolutely wasted would have you dealing with the aftermath of making out with not one, but both within the same hour?

pairing: haechan x fem! reader & mark x fem! reader genre: love triangle, childhood crushes au, college au, fluff, humor word count: 7.4k warnings: swearing, making out, mentions of alcohol, vaping, weed, jokes about death and just a 'hol lot of y/n being a dumb drunk

note: there’s really no plot to this, just pure thirst and chaos but then again, isn’t that all my fics ever🙃 (and god forbid any of my irls see this bc they'll know exactly who everyone is based off of💀)

[ playlist: all my friends - snakehips / feels - calvin harris / pretty please - dua lip / one kiss - dua lipa / leave the door open - bruno mars / nasty - ariana grande / streets - doja cat ]

IN YOUR DEFENCE, you weren’t planning on getting this drunk. 

In fact, you remembered reassuring your group of friends about this the day before, emphasising your astounding hatred towards the very limited selection of the free alcoholic beverages available at the bar (namely, beer and wine). 

Further backing up your case, you had initially turned up to your high school reunion an hour late with the lazy excuse of your last-minute decisions towards your outfit that day – which, considering your turbulent meltdowns about having no clothes at two in the morning, was a complete fucking lie – only covering up your actual reasonings of not wanting to face your high school year group. 

You didn’t exactly have any particular reasons to avoid anyone – a matter of fact, you liked to think you got along with everyone back in the day, often bouncing around from friend group to friend group with shiny eyes, inviting smiles and friendly banter – but there was something about reuniting your cohort again after a year which felt awkward. 

There was no doubt that everyone would have changed in some way shape or form. 

Heck, you were a completely different person from when they last saw you in the body of that wide-eyed girl in the crisp white blouse with the conservative knee-length pleated skirt. Plus, judging by the daily scroll of your Instagram feed, many of your peers seemed to don an altered version of their high school selves as well – meaning you had to get to know everyone all over again. 

You vaguely remember turning up at the congested bar next to your high school building. The entrance was decorated with popped bottles of champagne with only a few clean empty glasses left on the display tray. The rest are in the hands of the various levels of tipsy college kids packed together like a can of sardines in front of the bar, eagerly milking out the bar tab set by the committee. Despite your school renting out the entirety of the second floor, it felt a little too tight, almost claustrophobic inside as you discreetly tried to scan the drunken crowd for your usual group of friends. However, your search didn’t last long, resulting in you eventually giving up after a few seconds, opting to ease the mild squeamishness with some liquid courage.

The cheap champagne burned the back of your throat as you settled on painfully chugging the glass in mere seconds, sticking out your tongue in disgust. Regardless of your initial reaction to the first taste, you began lining up for another glass, maybe in hopes of finding your intoxicated friends swimming in the chaos.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Is that you?” 

Your ears perked at the familial voice amid of the loud chatter, head whipping towards the warm beam of Huang Renjun – a longtime locker mate/bandmate during school. Crushing you into a tight hug, you momentarily thanked the higher power of the universe for sending at least an old buddy as your first very sober interaction. 

Though you and Renjun had never exclusively shared the same social circle, your friendship went way back. It started from being in the school’s so-called “rock” band together to trauma bonding over some unfortunate extension English classes in middle school to being neighbouring lockers for the entirety of high school. You recalled Renjun being a wholesome-looking guy, uniform always neatly tucked in, hair short and well kept, so when you spotted his long bleached hair and a silver ring hanging off the left corner of his lip as you pulled away from his grasp, surprise was an understatement of your reaction.

“You pierced your lip!” you exclaimed, turning your face to various angles around him to have a closer look.

A hearty laugh escaped his lips, throwing his head back as he playfully modelled his new accessory with a childish smile, “I did! Though I would be lying if I said I got this voluntarily.” 

You cocked your head at him as the two of you received your preferred beverage from the bar counter, gesturing for him to elaborate. Renjun paused, sipping on the overflowing bubbles of his beer before adding, “I lost a bet with Donghyuck.” 

Lee Donghyuck, a name you would say you were well acquainted with. He was a popular figure with the female community of your school for his visuals and many other talents, an eye-catching part of Renjun’s circle and your childhood friend. Well, sort of.

The two of you met in second grade, the joyful period of a child’s life where everyone was automatically considered friends if you shared a class or your mothers exchanged more than two sentences and invited you to their birthday parties. Also meant, playing with the designated child of your mother’s chosen friend of the day until their hour-long conversation was over. 

Considering the sheer amount of afternoons spent with Donghyuck throughout your elementary school days running around with his family puppy on the school grounds, you would think that would automatically deem the approval of the “childhood friend” title. But the two of you didn’t really talk outside of your forced interaction nor did you share the same lunchtime activities much to your pathetic heart’s dismay. 

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t charmed by the warm scruffiness of the little boy, oftentimes guilty of shamelessly boring holes into the back of his head during class and daydreaming about your futures together instead of listening to your homeroom teacher. You had a feeling your mum knew of your little infatuation towards the boy, often sending you a knowing gaze after your weekly runarounds with him and after the mention of his name in conversation prompting you to believe that her coincidental run-ins with Donghyuck’s mother weren’t so accidental afterall. 

Though growing out of your shorts and summer tunic dresses and into your somewhat maturer age of a teenager; the validation of the excuse of your mother’s budding friendship to catch him after school expired alongside the dissipating giddiness you had once held for him. Something you saw coming for a while as you found yourself seeing less of him around which came as no surprise as neither of you shared the same class nor the same friends as you naturally started gravitating to different parts of your enlarging year group. 

Finishing off the remainder of your flat champagne, you raised your eyebrows at the boy, “Donghyuck? Haven’t heard that name in a while, how is he?”

Renjun hummed, fingers drumming on the sides of his beer glass, “Why don’t you ask him? He’s here today,” he began standing on the tips of his battered converses, peering around the bar for the boy in question.

You shook your head with a chuckle, “Don’t worry about it. It’s going to be impossible to find him-”

On queue, Renjun hollered Donghyuck’s name at the back corner of the room, waving at a shadowed figure exaggeratedly. You weren’t even sure how he was able to spot him within the chaos so quickly when you were still left in search of your friends. But that wasn’t your biggest problem anymore as you recognised Donghyuck emerging from within the darkness, jokingly shoving past the large group of huddled and what you assumed to be intoxicated boys. 

He didn’t look too different from the last time you met, maybe a few centimetres taller, skin sun-kissed from the recent summer weather but holy shit, was he still as hot as ever. If not more.

“Damn Y/N, is that you?” 

You were too sober for this. Sure, you had started to feel the buzz peppering various parts of your face; but your emotions, the logical voice in your brain remained intact, with it blaring “DON’T FUCK UP!” in bold capital letters the closer he got. 

Shoving your jitters further down your lame excuse of a brain, a playful smile was forced upon your lips, “The one and only.” 

Donghyuck grinned, lightly pulling you into a welcoming embrace, catching you off guard, “It’s good to see you again.”

You could tell the alcohol had already hit his systems judging by the uncharacteristically physical greeting and eyes lazily half-lidded as he pulled away from your grasp. “Looks like someone’s had a bit to drink tonight?” you teased, eyeing the lingering closeness between the two of you.

Donghyuck chuckled, softly shaking his head, “I haven’t had too much, maybe a couple of glasses of champagne at school and a few beers here. What about you?”

“Only two glasses of whatever they’re serving at the bar,” you shuddered at the thought, placing your empty glasses down on the side of the countertop. 

“So what I’m hearing is that you haven’t had enough yet,” Donghyuck sent a cheeky wink your way, completely forgetting about poor Renjun’s presence in the conversation as he lightly tugged at your sleeves back in front of the bar, ordering your preferred drinks with the bartender. Clinking your topped-up glasses with the boy, you wondered if making conversations with the boy was this easy before. It wasn’t like he was antisocial or judgemental during your high school years, maybe a little arrogant at times which initially caused your group of friends to have a slight dislike towards the boy.

“Y/N no,” you remembered your best friend Ningning immediately shutting down your thoughts followed by the excessive nods of your friends. 

The five of you sat on the floor in front of your lockers, the smell of the freshly made fries Minjeong had bought from the deli next door wafting down the corridor as you had your heated discussion for the day. How you ended up on the topic of your resurfacing feelings for Lee Donghyuck was a whole other question of its own. (Ah, you remembered. Minjeong tripped down the stairs as you and Donghyuck exchanged smiles and pleasantries, whilst she panicked about her one fry which flew out of the cardboard box, all you could think about was him)

Ningning scrunched her eyes, lips formed into a sour expression, “He’s just so…” 

“Egotistical?” Shuhua offered.

“Short?” Yunjin added, throwing a handful of fries in her mouth.

“Both,” Ningning affirmed. She patted your lap, a thin smile drawn on her face, “You’re too good for him Y/N.”

It was safe to say that the droplet of leaking feelings had shrivelled back up into your heart that day, both due to your friend’s confronting opinions towards the boy and the unapproachable aura he exuded. (Ok, maybe you admired his golden face from across the room from time to time but who could blame you? It wasn’t your fault his stupidly good looks started appearing at every extracurricular activity you signed up for that term) 

A full glass’ worth of conversation passed at this point, and the both of you head deep into your storytelling of your crazy nights out. Bursts of booming laughter thundered as he described canon bombing into his university’s questionable lake and audible gasps sounded as you described your New Year's celebrations earlier that year. Maybe you were wrong about your skepticisms towards the boy during your schooling years, blaming your tendency to catastrophize any minor inconvenience to blow his inherent “unattainableness” out of proportion.

Pulling your phone out of your handbag to check the time, you were greeted with several missed calls and spammed messages from your friends, slapping you back to your original goal in mind. 

“Everything alright?” Donghyuck’s face appeared beside your phone screen, eyes concentrated on your sudden change of expression.

“Uh-” you began typing your response to your group chat, reassuring them of your whereabouts in the heavily packed venue, ”-yeah. Yeah, sorry,” you clicked your phone shut, stuffing it back into your purse before facing him again, “Just reassuring a panicked group chat.”

He laughed, dipping his head in understanding, “I’m guessing I’ll have to let you go?”

You shrugged, offering him a small pout, “Unfortunately but hey, take a shot with me later?”

A soft smile littered Donghyuck’s face, hands squeezing the tops of your shoulders.

“Bet, I’ll come find you.”

NOTE TO SELF: Don’t go into the female restrooms during a big event in a relatively logical state of mind.

The girls' restrooms were a lively place for the residents of your school, always scented with the popular fumes of grape ice and strawberry watermelon vape, the tile floors littered with abandoned pairs of laddered stockings in the winter and forgotten multicoloured hydro-flasks perched on the benches. With quite the vaping addiction of your school, it was always a fun game of guess who when you took the trip to the restrooms during class, which clique was occupying the stalls together, which flavour they were attempting that day or what piece of drama you were going to be handed. 

You realised that not much had changed when you found your friends huddling with quite the assortment of other girls in your year group in the bar restroom. The air was concocted with the nostalgic smell of blue raspberry vape and Maison Margiela, accompanied by loud loving gossip in the unoccupied stalls and the occasional drunken mirror selfies in front of the basin.

“Oh my gosh Y/N! You’re alive!” Ningning screeched, glomping you into a tight hug, “I was about to get up on the tables to find you out there.”

“Sorry, I missed your calls,” you wheezed as Minjeong came over to peel the girl off of your body, “I didn’t realise my phone was on silent.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Shuhua slurred attaching herself to Minjeong’s side, “You must’ve been bouncing around like you usually do, judging by how long it took you to find us.”

“Yeah,” – if bouncing around meant from one drink to another with the same person – “You could say that.”

“Yunjin said hi by the way,” Minjeong interrupted, pulling up a photo of your absent friend striking a cute pose in front of a sushi train in Hawaii, “She said to drink on her behalf, which I don’t think is the best idea.”

“That girl’s probably drunk right now,” Ningning snickered, turning to face the large mirror to reapply her lip gloss, “But I’ll take any excuse to drink more.”

Minjeong raised an eyebrow at the girl, “Didn’t you say that you were saving your liver for next weekend?” 

Ningning merely shrugged, waving her off before grabbing ahold of your hand with an animated wiggle, squabbling about something along the lines of you looking too sober. You ran into many old faces on the short journey to the bar front, hearty laughter and juicy gossip unconsciously spilled and overheard from the neighbouring conversations (Though whether it was true or not, you weren’t sure, but considering the topics of accidental pregnancies and very messy breakups – maybe it would be best to wish for the latter)

You were on your fourth glass of champagne at this point, something you couldn’t understand as every sip you took attempted to change your mind; it really just tasted the same – like fucking ass. The state of yourself on the other hand arguably has made some progress, to your best friend’s delight. You had joined in on Ningning’s nonsensical babbling a half glass ago, nodding along to whatever came out of her mouth with a small giggle tickling up your throat. She leaned into your ear, slurring some muddled sentence that was drowned out by the screaming lyrics of ABBA. A nod came as a reflex for you, a dazed smile tugging at your lips.

She gave you a little squeeze on your shoulders, shuffling past a sea of people and to the other end of the room. The world seemed to move faster than what your brain could handle at that given moment, only registering the disappearance of your friend as well as the foreign group of kids gathered around you a few minutes later. 

There you were, at square one once again, like a clueless fish stuck between the school of other wandering creatures. Except, replace the ocean with flat champagne and cheap house beer.

With an exasperated sigh, you took a step back from the chattering circle, but what you thought was an empty space was in fact a person. A person with a full glass of beer – well, half full after you knocked into it.

“Shit- Fuck- I’m so sorry, is your drink o…kay?” Your words trailed off as you came face to face with your ex-best friend Mark Lee.

Ah yes. Mark Lee and Y/N L/N, quite the known duo during your middle school days. Inseparable, protective and unanimously voted as most probably secretly dating or housing feelings for each other – which to be fair, wasn’t exactly false. 

Your rather complicated feelings for the boy began in fifth grade when the boy slipped you a silly doodle of a duck in a top hat during math class. The two of you were seated a table apart from each other with your respective seatmates so you weren’t too sure of why he specifically chose you to gift his work of art but regardless, you giggled, pencilling in the words “Taffy the Duck” on the top of the page to pass back to him. Your little note passings continued throughout the rest of elementary school, leading to middle school where in your despair realised that you shared zero classes with the boy. Despite this, your friendship stood as strong as ever, hanging out during lunchtimes and visiting the local 7/11 after school until well – it wasn’t.

There was no pivotal moment when you stopped being as close as you were; in fact, it was a question that remained frustratingly unanswered throughout the years. It wasn’t like the two of you ever argued or had a major fallout – which could’ve given you a proper reason to either make up or talk to him again – but rather be described as a painstakingly slow drift, enough to the point where it was unnoticeable. Maybe it started with the branching of different friend groups then led to your attention on your respective crushes at the time – which now that you recollected on your past, think that your hidden feelings for each other at the time were the only thing holding you together.

Sure, you had attempted to revive your friendship at times, starting with the ever-so-awkward first hellos in the stairwell to a couple of sentences exchanged before classes started in your final year, but all efforts seem to have unravelled as you graduated from school and went on your separate ways, until today.

“Oh hey, Y/N?” 

You handed him a napkin from the bar, “Mark.” 

Shaking the excess residue off of his hand, he mumbled a quiet thanks as he took the napkin from you. You wanted to die, really. As a matter of fact, you were convinced that it would be a much more pleasant experience than silently standing like some dumb wooden doll in front of your ex-best friend, as he cleaned up after your mess. 

“So,” he cleared his throat, “It’s been a while huh?”

You gulped down the last sip of your drink, feeling the burn of the champagne trickling down your oesophagus, “Yeah, I mean the last time we talked was, one and half years ago?” – Technically, it was his birthday a little less than a year ago when the two of you last exchanged messages. It entailed your short greeting of “happy b’day mark!” and the equally blunt response of “haha thanks y/n”. However according to the Cambridge dictionary, a conversation is defined as a discussion about a particular subject and well, nothing was discussed.

“Well, how have you been? Your brother doing well?” Mark passed his fingers through his dark locks, turning his full attention to you.

You were surprised he remembered your brother, with him starting school not long before you guys stopped being friends, “He’s doing well, grown up a lot since you last saw him,” you snorted, remembering his little presence trailing behind the two of you after school, begging for you to buy him Mcdonald's fries, “How about you? You attend NCIT right?”

“Yep, studying Business,” he rolled his eyes, “Quite the regretful choice. How about you?”

“Communications at Yonsei,” you responded, “Though, I did originally transfer from Business, due to as you said. Quite the experience.”

Mark chuckled knowingly, raising his glass to take a sip of his remaining drink, “It suits you. Communications that is.”

“What? Because I’m loud?” you joked.

He shook his head, “You always had great ideas, people always looked to you for advice.” 

A warm smile made its way onto your face. It was a reassuring phrase to hear, short but impactful nonetheless. Especially as you struggled to figure out your path after school, switching from one faculty to another in hopes of finding the one that didn’t make you want to throw yourself off a cliff side. Communications was a spontaneous jump but it was the only choice that made you confident in your abilities so hearing this sort of external validation felt nice, especially from him.

Mark returned the gesture, eyes crinkling into the tender crescent shape. Despite the maturing of his facial structure, he still housed the same childlike smile. The one which stretched to the outskirts of his cheeks, softening his overall cold exterior. The one that made you fall for him in the first place. 

“How come I didn’t catch you at school earlier?”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts, “O-Oh, I turned up pretty late so I missed out on the terrace drinks.” 

“That makes more sense,” Mark hummed in affirmation, eyeing you up and down, “I feel like I definitely would’ve noticed you if you were there.”

What. 

“Tequila shot?” he offered.

You bat an eye, “Uh, sure.”

YOU SEE, you were an affectionate drunk – most often seen clinging onto your friends’ bodies for dear life or littering kisses on their cheeks towards the peak of your night outs. You concluded your drastic personality change was due to the massive confidence boost and the silencing of the practical parts of your brain, meaning that your already concerning amount of extrovertedness maxed the scale.

Before that evening, this quirky little trait of yours never caused you harm, only resulting in the multitude of ‘friends’ being made in the club’s restroom line or several new followers on Instagram the morning after – half of which you barely remember the existence of. 

It was barely eleven when Donghyuck snatched you away from your friends, keeping what you thought to be an empty promise of taking a shot with you. Although you were the one originally suggesting your actions, you won’t lie that you held low expectations for him to follow through – most definitely considering his current state of mind.

Clinking your shot glasses together, you downed the liquor in mere seconds, followed by the soothing taste of the lime, melting away the burn that chased up your throat. An electrified laugh sounded from your left as the familial chords of Bruno Mars blasted through the speakers. Donghyuck held no hesitation to grab your hands, dragging you to the front of the speakers as he playfully serenaded you throughout the way.

You could only shyly giggle as he twirled you around the circling crowd, blatantly avoiding his grand gestures for you to sing along. But your resistance didn’t last long as the chorus hit, finding yourself swaying to the beat of the music, accepting the enclosing distance between your bodies. You peered up to meet his eyes, still filled with the childlike wonder and life from the early days of your friendship to the sharp slope of his nose to his scattered moles down to his supple lips.

“You know Hyuck, you’re really hot.”

A satisfied grin laced Donghyuck’s lips, “Am I now?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You weren’t exactly sure what initially prompted you to blurt your relatively forward words to the unsuspecting boy. Maybe it was the lingering fresh taste of the lime on your tongue. Maybe it was the way he swiped his tongue against his bottom lip to soak up any last droplets of the liquor or simply because you just wanted to. Either way, what you didn’t expect was for a smirk to tug against Donghyuck’s lips, stepping closer to your body, eyes flickering to your lips as a finger grazed the underside of your chin. He momentarily wavered a couple centimetres away from your lips, warm breath fanning against your face before his lips met yours. 

The once horridly ear-deafening music of the room with the bubbling chatters of your cohort seemed to fade into the background as the ghost of Donghyuck’s hands skimmed the bare parts of your waist. His tousled curls tickled the sides of your cheeks as he nipped at your jawline, pinning your body firmer against the wall. 

“God forbid if our mothers saw us right now,” you let out a slight gasp as he kissed the sensitive part of your neck.

“Well, good thing our mothers aren’t here to see us, right?” a low chuckle rumbled from his throat before reconnecting your lips again, his tongue fighting for its place in your mouth. Your fingers gripped at the back of his head, tugging at the strands to elicit a staggered moan from the boy, filling your chest with a weird sense of pride and definitely not helping your already inflated ego.

You could conclude you had certainly passed your tipsy stage, with the last shot of tequila seeping into your system and pushing your brain’s irrationality almost a bit too far. You remembered once hearing your tenth-grade biology teacher talk about the effects of alcohol on the human body and how it altered your brain’s chemical composition. Specifically, how it lowered an individual’s inhibitions and social rationalisation.

And considering your ongoing messy but undeniably hot lip-locking with Lee Donghyuck, you began regretting zoning off in the latter part of that science lesson (not really. You did manage to beat your personal record in 2048) where she had subsequently explained how to piece together the drunken jumble in your brain as the following few words which tumbled out of your mouth, you would inevitably regret.

“Wait, I need to pee.”

YOU HAD TO ADMIT. It was quite scary the amount of things you managed to figure out about yourself whilst severely intoxicated.

One, you really couldn’t hold your bladder. Evident by the frequent trips to the restroom every thirty minutes or the number of times you had bumped into the same group of girls gathered outside the basins, offering you a hit of their neon-coloured vape and a piece of their drunken secrets. 

Two, realising the sheer amount of time and money wasted spent trying to figure yourself out during your high school years as the one night of limitless alcoholic beverages seemed to be a confronting personality test in itself. 

Three, the emotions you spent years persuading to simmer down in your heart were capable of rapidly firing out in mere seconds alongside the memory bank of shitty pick-up lines and your apparent drunken rizz that went through the roof.

Four, maybe your best friend’s words of you supposedly being in your “hoe phase” were really true because at that moment, you really, really wanted to kiss someone – more specifically, Mark Lee.

It wasn't exactly the best course of action, considering your heated make-out session with Donghyuck not too long before – which you left halfway through, might you add. But wise decisions weren’t things you were great at making. Especially a few too many glasses of champagne and spirits deep.

According to your very skewed sense of time, it was around midnight when you stumbled into Mark once again, this time hidden within the shadows behind a pillar in the corner with another drink in his hand. Not many people lingered around this part of the room. You guessed it was due to the immobile bodies sprawled across the dingy carpet a few metres in front and a frustrating lack of both music and alcohol. With a light trip in your step, you made your way towards the boy.

“Oh my gosh Mark! What are you doing here?” 

A concerned grimace appeared upon Mark’s lips, prompting him to place his drink on the carpeted floor to steady your rocking body. The room had begun spinning at this point in time, with Mark’s face distorting ever so slightly to your hilarity.

A giggle bubbled up your throat, followed by your hands which gravitated towards the poor boy’s face, poking various parts of his features in such fascination. Mark could only sigh, registering his sheer lack of control in the situation, as he sat you on the plastic chair. 

A wave of peace washed over your bodies for a few minutes, with Mark quietly sipping on the remainder of his drink whilst you traced your fingers across his jawline. Though much to his despair, the calm before the storm barely lasted three minutes as your loud ass mouth began itching to dominate your brain.

“Mark, has anyone ever told you how fucking hilarious you are?” 

Mark deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest, “I haven’t said anything.” 

“SEE?!” You bounced out of your seat, “A fucking knee slapper that one!” 

Another sigh escaped his lips, getting ahold of your shoulders again to place you back down, “Y/N, how did you manage to even get like this?”

“You know Donghae? Haechang? Whatever his name is-”

“Donghyuck.” Mark corrected, eyebrows furrowing at the mention of his name, “What did that overgrown cabbage patch kid do to you?” 

“Relax, he just bought me a shot…” You drew out your words before pouting, “Or two, and maybe a couple drinks before that.”

Mark shook his head, patting your head, “I’m gonna get you some water.”

“Nooo! Don’t go, you’re so sexy!” You latched yourself onto his waist, fingers twisting around the belt loops of his jeans. 

You could feel him visibly freeze on the spot, occasionally twitching nervously the closer your hands lingered to his crotch. You staggered up from your seat again, hands grazing his torso to wrap around his neck. Despite only a part of his face being illuminated by the light behind the pillar, it was enough to make out his parted lips and widened eyes.

Just like Hyuck, you realised how much Mark had grown into his mature face over the years. His cheekbones were more prominent, and his hair styled with the hard gel he refused to use in middle school. You reached to pass a stray strand across his forehead, though your eyes never left his and your lips inching closer towards his.

“You’re drunk, Y/N.”

You shrugged, eyes flickering down to his lips, “I wasn’t drunk when I wanted to kiss you.”

“And when was that?”

“Middle school, high school,” You paused, pondering for a second, “After graduation.”

A moment of shock flashed across the boy’s face, lips partly ajar and what seemed like a rollercoaster of emotions tumbling within his eyes. You had always questioned what his response would’ve been to a potential confession back in the day; maybe he would’ve reciprocated your drawn-out feelings and lived as a happy couple to this day, or if you wanted to be pessimistic, suffered the horrors of a toxic middle school relationship and be forever traumatised by love for the rest of your life; or maybe he would’ve rejected your feelings and just remained as an awkward pair of “besties”. 

There was a little voice shrieking from the depths of your brain to shut the fuck up, most probably belonging to your sober self trying to save your face. However, it seemed as though the mystery to your decades-long question would be answered that night as Mark chuckled, clearing his throat.

"Middle school me would've gone crazy hearing this." 

You knew you were definitely wasted at that moment, his words of reciprocation to your elementary school feelings flying over your head and rather hyperfocused on the warmth of his embrace and the subtle gulp of nervousness he took.

"What about present-day Mark?” You murmured, your breath hitting his lips, “Is this making him crazy too?"

"Absolutely insane."

You were reminded of your friends’ comments on your drunken rizz, with apparently any form of embarrassment and dignity thrown into the gutter to crash and burn. With the amount of unknown dms you had woken up to the morning after drinking, you’d think you would’ve learnt your lesson by now – but your drunken alter ego was a stubborn bitch. 

A bitch who definitely needed some kind of therapy.

As Mark smashed his lips onto yours, it was then you were hit by your mother’s words about drinking responsibly. Obviously, to avoid alcohol poisoning, potentially blacking out and passing out on the side of the road, but most importantly, to avoid involving yourself in sticky situations in which your sober self had to deal with the aftermath.

But how were you supposed to anticipate that the aftermath of a fuckload of champagne and tequila shots was going to have you hooking up with your childhood crushes at your school reunion?

Oh, and blackout whilst you were at it.

YOU WEREN’T GOING TO LIE, waking up in the comfort of your sheets came as a surprise for your tired self. 

You were quite proud of yourself for making it back in one piece, or even back at home at all and not passing out on the side of the road somewhere, considering the rather large gap in your memory and the fact that you were most definitely still drunk when you woke up. 

There was a slight wobble in your step as you made your way over to the kitchen, head pounding and face still numb as you took the first miraculous sip of water. Your phone screen lit up with a bomb of message notifications and Instagram tags from last night, in which you nervously opened your active group chat.

[ yunjin ] did i miss anything?

[ shuhua ] i shit talked about ppl with aeri and somi whilst high

[ ningning ] yk i don’t think i recall parts of last night

[ you ] i mean,, understandable. u were pretty fucked

[ minjeong ] y/n wrestling tongues with donghyuck was the most unexpected for me

[ shuhua ] you what😭

[ you ] we are not mentioning that…

[ ningning ] wait i swear it was mark, was it not?

[ yunjin ] lol plot twist: it was both

[ you ] …

[ minjeong ] YOU MADE OUT WITH BOTH OF THEM!??!?!?!

You chose to shut off your phone at that moment, predicting the bloodbath of capitalised screams and spammed Facetime calls from the group. Which, in all honesty, you severely lacked the willpower to deal with.

A soft shuffle of slippers sounded at the kitchen entrance, and you turned to face your mother. Still in her pink fluffy pyjamas, drowsily waved as she made her way to the fridge, delicately opening the door to grab the milk. 

“How was last night?” she asked, making her way to the milk frother.

You hummed, walking to the coffee machine with a mug in hand. “It was…”

An absolute clusterfuck of chaos – would be the correct answer. But telling your mother you had drunkenly made out with the sweet little son of her old friend and the name of a boy she hadn’t heard from for half a decade probably wasn’t the best piece of news to be told first thing in the morning – if at all.

You slipped a capsule into the machine with a crack, half haphazardly pressing buttons on the top before a mellow whir filled the silence, “... Interesting.”

A short chuckle resonated inside the refrigerator door, “What did you do this time?” 

You scoffed, offended by the direct jab of her question, “Hey! I don’t always get into trouble!”

“So you didn’t do anything last night?” 

You groaned, pouring the foamed milk into the coffee mug, “Well, no…” Dragging on the o, you passed the mug to your mum, huffing as you sat on the countertops, “How can you always tell?”

“I think I’ve heard enough drunken antics from you to know,” she took a sip from her mug, raising her eyebrows at your phone lock screen, “And I think the amount of notifications you’re receiving says a lot too,”

You reached over the end of the countertop, swiping your phone with a roll of your eyes. Your once pretty lock screen of you and your friends had been bombarded by the stacks of message notifications, fulfilling your prediction of incessant exclamation marks and illegible keyboard smashes. However, one contact profile stood out from the rest – that being a concerned Renjun.

[ renjun ] u feeling alright after yesterday?

[ you ] physically, pretty decent.  [ you ] mentally, very confused.

[ renjun ] haha fair, u did seem pretty wasted before u left

His message made you pause, attempting to dial back your inefficient memory to when you left the venue. 

Did you even see Renjun before you left? Pfft, who were you even kidding – you didn’t even have any recollection of how you got home in the first place.

[ you ] remind me how i got home..? :)))

[ renjun ] … mark left u with minjeong who called u an uber home [ renjun ] god, how much do u remember?

[ you ] … not a lot

[ renjun ] u free wednesday? i think we need a debrief

“IS IT TRUE that you kissed both Mark and Donghyuck at the reunion?”

Now. When you agreed to get a casual drink with Renjun the following Wednesday, you had expected a few questions about your little flings with his friends to come up in conversation. But boy, did you fail to prepare for such bluntness so early on.

“H-how the fuck- did you- know?” Choking on the sharp intake of the unmixed gin at the bottom of your cocktail, the calm approach you had rehearsed on the way over to the bar fell apart as your response came out as a desperate splutter of coughs and stutters.

Renjun threw you a sidelong look, chucking the pathetic remains of the stale popcorn at your figure, which you barely dodged.

“Because those horny fuckboys told me, how else?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, the accentuation of the word fuckboys making you feel rather defensive over your drunken behaviour, “Just for the record, I don’t usually go around sucking faces with every hot guy I see.”

“I never accused you of doing so.” 

A smug look settled on Renjun’s face, clearly amused by your unfortunate situation judging by the quirk of his lips as you reached for your drink once again. 

“You are insufferable.”

“So-” Renjun dragged on, resting his elbows against the tabletop, “Who was the better kisser, hm?”

The alcoholic concoction got caught in your throat once again, sending both you and your rapidly declining self-preservation into a downward spiral. The straightforwardness of the boy is one of the contributing factors, the rest being the rather vivid flashbacks of your liaisons a few nights prior. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked about this before – in fact, you recalled it being one of the first questions shoved into your face when you picked up your friends’ calls. However, whether you gave them the answers they were desperately seeking for, you weren’t sure because simply. You weren’t exactly certain about how to answer it either.

“I cannot believe that you hooked up with both your childhood crushes and managed to mess up both interactions,” you remembered Shuhua splutter incredulously through your FaceTime call with the approving nods of the rest following shortly after.

“I just- how did you get the courage to pull the two hottest guys in our year whilst being the drunkest you had ever gotten?” 

“It was because I was the drunkest I had ever been,” you grumbled in response, rolling your eyes at your screen, “I wouldn’t have otherwise.”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t hook up with them again?” 

You chose to remain silent for Ningning’s question, neither wanting to directly confirm or deny any theorised accusations which plagued your best friends’ minds, but, with the growing giddiness which reflected on their faces, you realised that no amount of silence could ever hide your real thoughts from your friends, prompting the passing notion that maybe the silence was actually meant for you and your restless little brain. 

Shaking away your thoughts, you turned back to Renjun, “Why are you so interested in this anyway?”

Renjun slurped the last droplets of his cocktail, eyebrows raised in amusement, “Well, aside from the fact that you chose my two best friends as your hookups for the night – which, may I add, coincidentally happens to be both your childhood crushes – Let’s just say those two aren’t exactly on good terms right now.”

Your lips parted from the straw, “Aren’t on good terms?”

As far as you remembered, the three of them had been best friends since early middle school – a fact that made you want to coil up into a shameful ball of nonexistence – you recalled seeing them on the soccer field at lunch, oftentimes doubling over themselves over something on Donghyuck’s phone or the rare exchanges of shy hellos and flustered smiles when they had met up with Mark as he dropped you off in front of your classroom. 

Despite the drift in friendship from your end, Mark’s friendship with Donghyuck had always seemed to remain close – which, considering their shared activities of partying, sports and residing in the same social circle, made sense.

Noticing your puzzlement towards his revelation, he added, “Believe it or not, they fought over the same girl a few months ago.” Renjun popped the fries in his mouth as if he wasn’t casually spilling his best friends' secrets to a girl he randomly reunited with a couple days ago, “which is funny because that’s literally what’s happening right now.”

You groaned, slinking further into the wooden seat with your head buried into your hands, “Great. So what you’re saying is that I’ve just further ruined your guys’ friendship because of some silly drunken mistake.”

“I guess you could say that.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Oh, lovely. What a great reassurance to hear.”

“I was just offering my pure honesty, no harm intended.” 

The two of you slipped into a comfortable silence, ordering the last deserving round of the cheap happy hour cocktails before it was too late. As you waited for your orders to be delivered, Renjun spent the time scrolling through the photos of their drunken nights out, replaying the short clips of Donghyuck with a traffic cone over his head and his own unfortunate events of being rolled around the empty city in a stolen shopping cart.

With the number of snorts and giggles exchanged, it felt like no time had passed since your high school days – except for the increasing recklessness between both parties.

You began retelling your version of your nights out, from the gasps extracted as you mentioned witnessing a random street brawl in an alleyway to the disapproving tuts of his tongue about your case of being stranded on the side of a highway at three am. 

“You know Y/N? You really are the bringer of chaos.”

You could only chuckle in response as you reached for your phone, “Trust me, I’m not that bad.” 

However, as you unlocked your phone to read through your missed notifications for the evening, you realised that maybe you should fix your habit of making bad decisions whilst severely intoxicated, as what you found waiting on your lock screen served as a painful reminder of quite possibly your stupidest mistake yet.

Noticing your sudden change of demeanour, Renjun frowned, “Hey, is everything alright?”

You could only bat an eye, pushing your phone to his side of the table for him to read.

[ mark ] hey, what u up to?

[ donghyuck ] { image 1 } [ donghyuck ] wuju misses u :((

Yeah, you took it back. You really were the bringer of chaos.

a/n: bro u don't even understand.. this has been sitting in my wip docs for like more than a year😭 but i finally forced myself to write and post something on this app that wasn't a longass smau OIHFOIWEHF anyways thank you for reading!! don't hesitate to leave a comment and rb this post if you liked it🥲

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[seventhemaverick]

Astro Observations 🌱

Disclaimer: This is my first Astrology post! I tried to do this earlier this year but tumblr lagged and it deleted all of my hard work lol. But now I’ve gained the courage to give it another go! I’m not a professional astrologer. I just study it in depth when I have time. Still very much a beginner. Please be kind and if I’m misinformed let me know! If you want to repost my work please credit me. This also has personal opinions in here don’t take it too seriously babes!

🌾 I don’t typically think Leo’s and Scorpios go together romantically BUT any other relationship outside of that exudes power team. For ex: Kylie and Kris Jenner. Scorpios are known to love power and Leo’s love the spotlight! Kylie was bound to be a favorite after her « ugly duckling » phase. Kylie rolls in the dough and Kris keeps that empire going. I’ve seen many Scorpio parents with Leo kids and they really seem to love them the most lol

Let’s talk about underdeveloped placements real quick!

🌿 Having a parent that is toxic or underdeveloped and has placements that fall into your second house can obliterate your self worth. ESPECIALLY if you have planets in that house and their placements are exactly conjunct 0° or 1-3°.

🌾 If your mars sign is exactly square one of your parents mars or 1-5° orb… 🌚 take the steps to move out if you haven’t already it’s for the best.

🌿 Capricorn moons I wish I could hug all of you. You had to grow up so fast and got handed some of the worst cards. But nevertheless resilience is your middle name. As you age things will get easier if you stand on business! Integrity is key.

🌾 I know libras are known to be superficial or whatever and I’m kinda one of them lol. I literally live off of aesthetics and I typically have nice skin but when I have a massive break out? I literally want to hide until they’re gone. My stress is next level when I don’t look my best.. I’m also a Leo Venus 😅 in the tenth house at that and have cancelled plans when I look and feel shitty.

🌿 All of the air signs almost always value intellectual stimulation first from their partner. Someone they can have great rapport, banter with. Someone that’s witty and knows a wide variety of subjects or has many interests is very hot. Sagittarius is the air sign of the fire signs so I’ll loop them in on this too.

If we lost any zodiac element, it would bring chaos to the entire world.

🌾 Air brings logic and reasoning, water brings compassion and empathy, earth brings grounding and patience, fire brings passion and vitality. Life is about interconnectedness.

🌿 I remember reading a blog that the gods put the constellation of Libra in between Virgo and Scorpio because they were too much alike and it’s so true lol. Both signs can be so compulsive and it’s overwhelming from what I’ve heard from Virgo and Scorpio placements. I can also see this easy going equivalence being the case for Sagittarius being in between Scorpio and Capricorn. The benefics happy go luckies in between the malefics drained and over it.

🌾… moon 3rd house overlay is addictive especially combined with 7th/8th/12th overlays in that synastry. I don’t think I can ever do that again unless we both have it overlaying each others charts. Someone’s moon in your 3rd house, their mind fascinates you and it’s easy to communicate with them you feel seen and heard. You dream about them, you think about them all the freaking time. It is the most annoying thing because why are you taking up my brain space like that bro? I had this with someone and I still think about them it’s been over for quite some time now. Another person that’s in love with me, my moon falls into their 3rd house and they tell me how much they think about me and day dream about me. I had said issue of daydreaming with the other guy. 2/10 would not recommend unless moon person is developed.

🌿 When the moon transits your first house you’re more likely to be more emotional and make drastic changes to your physical features! When Doja Cat shaved her head the moon was transiting her first house and I literally did mine the next day when it was transiting my first house.

🌾 Opinion but I love Pisces placements they are so helpful and loving when developed. I think the underdeveloped ones are too but they expect something out of it where the developed ones are just really selfless. I’m a Pisces Stan! I have so many in my life lol I have no Pisces placements. My 5H is in Pisces lol

🌿 Degree theory is that gworl. It helps you relate to the planet and it’s placement more depending on what the degree rules. For example I was dating a Sagittarius Venus in the 9th house at the 9° and he embodied that free spirited nature of Sag Venus fr. Another example, you can be a Pisces Venus but it’s in your first house at the first degree and the way you love embodies a more aries way of loving. Fiery, passionate a bit aggressive but very deep and tender to the core.

🌾 I’ve also heard the theory of when you reach the age of certain degrees of the placements you have you unlock that placements characteristics. Something significant happens to you during that age or you might master that placement regarding the planet and house placement.

🌿 The degree of your rising sign is more than likely the age of something significant happen in your physical life/to you physically. This is tea y’all.

🌾 You most likely share placements or degrees in your chart with your siblings. My sister is a Scorpio sun, Aries rising, Virgo moon and I’m a Libra sun, Scorpio rising, Aries moon. If I was born two days earlier I would’ve been a Virgo sun and if she was born one or two days later she would’ve been a Libra moon. So I think thats pretty cool. We’re also both Venus dominant and she has a Libra stellium 💗. You really choose your family for your next life lol like that’s so crazy to me.

🌿 Ima say dis with my chest. STOP doing wrong by Saturn ruled placements!!! Saturn is ruled by Capricorn, Aquarius in traditional astrology and we cannot forget about its exalted sign in Libra. As a Libra, I receive karma with the quickness but also people that have done wrong by me their quality of life decreases and or whichever house Saturn is in their chart is deeply affected in the worst ways.. daddy Saturn don’t play bout his! Be fair and follow the golden rule. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

🌾 Having heavy Sagittarius placements in your chart makes you open to learn different languages or different cultures.. just always wanting to learn. Whatever house it’s in you want to master in life.

🌿 The mutables Gemini Virgo Sagittarius Pisces love their niches, they are the teachers and preachers of the zodiac.

🌾 Geminis have the gift of gab more than any other zodiac. Sagittarius could possibly go toe to toe with them

🌿 If anyone ever tries to degrade you for studying astrology and eggs you on to prove this practice to be true, get their birth info and read them their Chiron sign and house placement. Hit ‘em where it hurts!

🌾 Scorpio and Libra placements are usually the generational trauma breakers of their family. Honorable mention- Saturns children, Capricorn and Aquarius

🌿 An undeveloped Capricorn placement that enters your life is literally satan reincarnated to torture you for whatever you did wrong in your past life. And I (if u were raised around Christianity) believe Jesus was a Pisces/Aries! I can argue about this all day! In tarot Capricorn rules the devil! Like hellooooo

🌾 Sixth house/Virgo placements are pretty good at taking care of pets and plants. They feel the most sane around nature and animals.

🌿 Personal planets harmoniously aspected to Neptune make the person seem very angelic like. Very soft souls, earth angels. Hard aspects have people having an even more distorted projection of you.

🌾 Personal planets harmoniously aspected or not to Uranus gives you that shock factor some people will be repelled and some people will be very intrigued.

🌿 Aries placements especially sun and moon are really loyal! I’m talking mostly platonically. Once they see you as their person they are truly ride or die.

🌾 Cancer placements can be one of the most loving and giving when developed. Some spiteful mfs when underdeveloped omg.

🌿 I realize cancer placement women get treated with the cutest romantic gestures. I think they lovers want to do these things for them because they give off ethereal or princess vibes but they’re also real nasty in the sheets lol

🌾 Cancers don’t really get a bad rep even when they do shady things. For example: Selena Gomez when she dated Abel even tho she was cool with Bella was super weird. And I think a lot of people forgot how Kevin hart cheated on his wife like it was nothing lol. Ariana grande with the donuts and now the Ethan thing chileee. It’s like they get a second of backlash and then everyone adores them again lol.

🌿 Having a grand trine in your chart can make you so damn lazy in the houses those planets/figures are in 🥹🥲. It’s crazy cuz that talent(s) will come natural to you and you’ll over look it! Please don’t.

🌾 Grand squares are TOUGH but it pushes you to break cycles and overcome so much in your life. Same with t-squares

🌱 Astrology is really a map. It shows you which path you can take and where you can end up when you include discernment and discipline into your daily life. It’s never an excuse to behave the way you do. Ultimately it helps us reach our most aligned and enlighten self! I hope you all enjoyed. 🌱

Idk why I can’t figure out how to delete this question thing so let’s do a cute lil questionnaire!

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one | caution. chaos. coconut. his pov;

I didn't like to put a label on things; doing so made things too specific, too real. And for me, I preferred for things to seem as unspecific and false as possible.

I preferred for things to be simple. There is beauty in simplicity.

Maybe that's why I found her to be so gorgeous.

She was simple.

There was not a single thing I didn't know about her. I didn't need to go out of my own way to find out her favorite color or food - she told me (though not directly). She told them. She told everyone. She was rather open about herself while I kept everything private. I had my reasons to remain rather anonymous and to stay out of the spotlight and thrive in the shadows while she glistened in the spotlight. She was an open book.

But I still wanted to read her.

I wanted to study her.

And maybe that's why I traveled to the North Blue - to be closer to her. But I wouldn't admit that aloud. I would seem rather insane if she knew, and I wasn't insane. My mind operated differently to others. I was often classified as different and odd, especially by my peers when I was still in school. I was teased to be the quiet kid, picked on because of my nose. I was deemed to be the one most likely to commit some type of horrid act. They weren't wrong, but no one likes to be judged for how they truly are.

She didn't judge me.

Well, of course, she didn't even know me.

But she wasn't the type to judge. Which made my appeal to her even more strong and wild. I was finally able to watch her up close, months after first discovering a rare form of art like her.

The bar was packed, much to my dismay. I liked things to remain quiet despite my love for disarray. I was able to think when it was quiet. I’ve always had thousands of thoughts racing through my mind, so much so that it was difficult to pick a single train and hop on board. But when my eyes landed on her, my mind settled.

She was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a large round booth all to herself. She had a small yet cute smile on her round face as she sipped on a beverage. Not alcohol- no, she hated alcohol, which is why I cut back on it. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her. Well, whenever I got the courage to talk to her, that is. She made me cower in fear, in anxiety. Someone so timid and fragile as her made someone like me- a pirate, a killer, a clown fall to his knees. I was a fool for her.

Lifting up my drink, I took a sip of the carbonated juice, grimacing as the alcoholic tang was nonexistent. I scoured and gave in, waving down one of the waitresses to add something to my drink. Maybe then I would be able to think straight and finally be able to talk to her. I needed something to fog my judgement and give me the balls to go talk to her- although my dick was confidence enough. God, the way she made me feel was impeccable. She made my pants tighten when she took a sip of her drink. I watched her pink lips suck on the straw as she kicked her feet and examined a newspaper on the wooden table. I squirmed in my seat and leaned back, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

Once the waitress topped off my drink, I waved her off and continued to sit by myself, admiring the maiden who sat by herself. By herself? God, I still didn’t get that. How was she alone? How was she sitting by herself in a bar as crowded as this one? She had friends, many of them. She had family, too. But why must she sit in silence and all by her lonesome?

I huffed and itched at the back of my neck, my hand dragging down to grab my chin and cover my nose. I clenched my jaw and pondered the possibility that my ego would actually allow me to stand up, walk over to her, and sit across from her. Maybe I could buy her a drink? But nevertheless, I remained glued to my seat, downing at least three glasses of whiskey. I lost track.

I lost complete track of time that whenever I finally came back to, she was standing tall, slinging her coat back over her shoulders, and starting for the door. I gulped and turned, my eyes following her. But before she could leave the bar and disappear for the night, a tall, stout man blocked her exit. I squinted my eyes.

“And where do you think ‘yer going?” The pirate smirked, his arms folding over his chest. His belly bounced as he laughed. “Going so soon?”

“Please let me by,” She instructed, trying to budge past the weighted man but to no avail, he stood still. “What is it you want?”

“To see you undressed.”

I grabbed the edge of the table, feeling my body grow hot. It wasn’t because of her, though it mostly always was. She had an effect on me. But this man, he angered me, fucking enraged me. I could feel my blood beginning to boil as he continued to harass both her and me.

“Oh, come on, what’s a sexy little lady like you got going on tonight?” The fat man hummed, reaching forward to grab hold of the leather backpack that hung over her shoulder’s. She shoved him away and backed up.

“I’ll find another exit,” She announced and turned on her heel, starting to head to the back of the bar where other patrons parted through.

“Come on!”

She walked right past me, speeding down the aisle. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of her perfume and shampoo. Vanilla and coconut. Fuck me.

“I can walk you home!”

She stopped in her steps and faced the obese pirate, her arms folding over her chest. “Fuck off, you pig!” She spat, eyes rolling as she started to turn around once again but she stopped, and looked at me.

Oh my god, she looked at me.

At me.

“Baby, can we go?”

I blinked. What?

“Please?” She asked, looking at me with such desperation in her eyes that a tent started to form in my pants.

What? What was she doing? I didn’t know whether to accept or deny. Why was she doing this? Was she delusional? Stupid? Hallucinogenic?

“I know you wanted to have a bit more to drink but I feel much safer walking back with you. You can come back after,” She smiled softly and stepped toward me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. She then leaned down, inching closer to me. Her lips grazed my ear, hot breath making my skin redden. “Please go along with it,” She pleaded.

“Ah, so you have a mate, huh?” The stout pirate laughed, taking a few hard steps towards the two of us. “That’s okay with me.”

Her soft eyes darted from me to the pirate and then back to me. She looked so enchanting when in distress.

“Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Yes, of course, darlin’. Come on.” I moved her arm and she backed up, standing straight. I dug through my pocket and tossed as much spare change I had onto the table then scooted up. My hand grabbed hers tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with confusion but I just led her down the aisle, my free hand wrapping around her shoulder. “You look lovely tonight, by the way. It slipped my mind whether I told you or not.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked down, her face growing as red as the nose on my face. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” I whispered and as we approached the door, the pirate seemed to be cowering in fear as he finally recognized who had the honor of taking this lovely maiden home. And it was me.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I—“

“Step aside,” I growled.

“Yes, s-sir, I’m sorry. Of course!” He was about to piss himself.

I faked a smile and as soon as he moved, I pushed the door open and allowed her and I to walk down the narrow wooden staircase and back onto the dock. To my disappointment, she pulled from my grip and grabbed the straps of her backpack, letting out a deep sigh as she folded over. “Jesus,” She whispered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step to approach her.

My hand rested on the small of her back and I smiled softly though the red paint extended it from cheek to cheek.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Oh, uh?” My eyes furrowed. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re not gonna try to get in my pants, right?”

“N-No! No, no. No.” I lied with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good,” She grinned. “Guys are so weird. I swear the ugly ones are the ones that are most obsessed with me. I attract the weird ones.”

I clenched my jaw. Ouch.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. You—“

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coats and I dragged my foot. “Are you gonna be okay?” I tried my best to act uninterested in her but my body was bouncing and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto her. She was divine when she was distressed.

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm,” I swallowed. “Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s new. I’ve never heard of that name before. Is it a stage name? To match your makeup?”

“Makeup?”

“You look like a clown. Is that your real nose?”

“Nose?” I grimaced and nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, it is real. Any other questions?”

“No, I’m sorry,” She smiled and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you again, honestly.”

“You need to start watching out for yourself. If I wasn’t there, you’d have been his next plaything,” I gagged at the thought.

“Why were you there?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a pirate. So what made you sit by yourself in a bar? Where’s your crew?”

All these questions. I smiled. I loved her curiosity.

“I was a pirate. Uh, taking a bit of a break.”

“What for?”

So I can follow you around and learn every single little thing there is to know about a beautiful goddess such as yourself. “Personal reasons,” I lied. I dipped my head down and traced my foot along the wooden planks, chewing on my inner cheek. “What’s your name?”

I knew it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“It’s Y/N. I know, it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

I laughed aloud, bursting into a fit of cackles and giggles. “What? You’re insane. Thanks for the flattery but try to find a souvenir keychain with a name like mine.” I wiped a fake tear.

The dimming sun finally disappeared past the ocean’s horizon, leaving Y/N and I surrounded by dimly lit lanterns and the settling sea crashing waves against the old dock. I stood still while she seemed to be trembling. It was rather cold. “Uh,” I started to slip my jacket off. “Do you need it?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you, though. I’m gonna start heading back now,” She announced as she looked over her shoulder, squinting. “It’s getting really late.”

“Yeah, uh, it is.”

“Well, Buggy, it was nice meeting you. I’d give you a hug but no offense, you reek of beer,” Y/N smiled.

“It’s whiskey,” I remarked.

“It’s all the same to me.” I know it is.

“Do you need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’m good. We’re still strangers and I don’t feel safe with someone I’m unfamiliar with knowing my address. No offense, though.” She said ‘no offense’ a lot. And I already knew her address. I even had access to the spare key she often left underneath a clothed doormat. “Thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She nodded and smiled, showing her gorgeous teeth. Her cheeks were pink, dusted by the cool air. Her hair wafted off her shoulders as the breeze picked up. Her aroma caught my attention once again.

“Can you turn around? I don’t want you seeing where I’m going.”

She’s adorable.

“Yeah, alright.”

And so I did. I turned around, making her feel a bit more at ease. I swallowed, staring straight into the endless ocean ahead of me, listening to the sounds of her soft footsteps slowly disappear.

When I turned around, she was gone.

And so was the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut.

[impishjesters]

Comforting a Scared Child Reader

warning(s): Jax, Caine, and Bubble are warning enough... A/N: These turned into less of a direct comfort and more of a how they'd distract them... sorta... though to be fair it wasn't gonna be very detailed given I had to write everyone... I think if I re-did these properly I'd only do a couple of characters to elaborate on. I don't think Bubble was intended, but I included him because of chaos. Needless to say, I think most of them would kinda suck at comforting a scared child, but they'd definitely put on a strong front to try and comfort them. request: Please can you do some seperate prompts of each circus member and ai comforting a scared child reader?

Pomni

She’s not the ideal person to comfort someone but she knows what it’s like to be new and scared—plus when she finds out you’re only a child??

Pomni tries her best, she really does—it’s like seeing you scared and shaking gives her barely just enough courage to step up and comfort you.

She’s not one for touching but if you need a hug while she’s around she’ll likely give you one.

It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s about as shakey and anxious as a chihuahua, but she tries her hardest to come off as calm and normal for your sake.

Pomni gives off anxious first-time big sister vibes.

Jax

Also not an ideal person when it comes to comfort, but he can only imagine how terrified you are right now.

The others are adults and can handle his bullshit, you however are a child and he’s not about to bully a child. As tempting and funny as the thought is.

Jax uses his jokes—on a less insulting, more child-friendly level—to try and calm you down. When he gets you calmed down and the two of you start to get buddy-buddy? Oh, it’s over for those suckers.

It takes the whole gang to try and prevent Jax from turning you into a mini Jax, though he does let you tag along for the more minor kid-friendly jokes and shenanigans.

"Who the fuck leaves a child unsupervised to put on some weird sketchy headset??"

Jax gives off the cool, prankster big brother vibes.

Gangle

She’s just barely holding it together on a good day, but the moment a child shows up scared and crying? Big sister mode activated.

Gangle’s the type to try and calm you down with stuffed animals or art depending on just how young you are. She’s got all sorts of craft stuff and a collection of stuffed animals, she even lets you pick one out to keep for yourself.

While in big sister mode, she’s a little more protective and worrying, trying to keep you from getting hurt by Caine’s little games or away from Jax’s nasty behaviour.

Unlike Pomni, Gangle likes hugs and is always willing to hug you or hold you if you start to miss home or your parents.

Gangle gives off the protective big sister vibes.

Kinger

Surprisingly, Kinger is the best out of all of them when it comes to taking care of a kid. He’s the quickest to get you to stop crying and the quickest to distract you from those scary thoughts. He’s also the first one to ask for your permission before picking you up with ease.

Out of all of them, he’s the one who watches after you the most—sure it’s a joint effort in babysitting you but he’s the one who watches after you the most.

If you’re particularly young he’ll probably carry you around or hold your hand—even if you could technically walk away with his hand, at least he knows where you are.

Similarly to Gangle, he’ll find something you like and either play with you or talk to you about it. God, if you also have an interest in insects like this man then he’ll tell you all sorts of useless facts and stories, all the gross picture books.

Kinger gives off warm, golden retriever dad energy.

Zooble

Not surprising Zooble isn’t great with kids, and not great with touch either. It’s not they can’t carry you but they’ve only really got one good arm to carry you with and it’s just…awkward for them.

That said if they see you fidgeting or picking at some part of yourself in an anxious-like fashion they’ll offer up their left arm for you to fiddle with. It’s a little more sensor-friendly to fiddle with if you exclude the pointy claw bits, they make sure you don’t hurt yourself. It’s not the most pleasant feeling having their limb messed with, so it doesn’t happen too often.

Zooble doesn’t really do much with you, but if you find yourself wanting to sit with them instead of play with the others they won’t protest. On occasion, they might play with you, or read you a book or whatever as long as it doesn’t involve them doing much.

Zooble gives off relaxed, lazy big sibling energy.

Ragatha

Similar to Gangle she gets her shit together when a child shows up, her chipper optimistic shtick comes in handy when it comes to comfort. She hasn’t had to deal with a child in a really long time though—were they always so…loud?

Ragatha’s the second one who watches after you the most, if she had it her way you’d never be around Jax, he’s a bad influence. But if you like playing with him then the most she can do is stay close by and make sure he doesn’t do or say anything badly. (Man’s gonna give her a heart attack)

Similar to Kinger and Gangle, she’ll play with you and let you join in with Caine’s less dangerous games. She’s nervous to play hide and seek with you but if you really wanna play she’ll set an area limit so that you don’t accidentally get hurt.

Ragatha gives off frantic first-time mother energy.

Caine

Doesn’t know the first fuckin thing about children, well he does but he’s never actually interacted with one.

Thank heaven for the censorship, he doesn’t want that foul language anywhere near your young little ears.

Caine’s the worst person to be left alone with you, not that he’ll be bad to you no, he just won’t understand that while he’s trying to keep you entertained and happy it’s probably a huge safety risk. If the shit the adults experience is dangerous god only knows what he might subject you to by accident.

Despite everything, Caine is actually pretty good at getting you to stop crying. It helps when he can quite literally snap his fingers and poof a random toy you might like or something else he thinks is cool.

Caine gives off crazy Uncle vibes that you only get to see during big family get-togethers because he has a habit of causing trouble on accident.

Bubble

For the love of all that is holy. Do. Not. Leave. The. Child. With. Bubble.

I take back what I said about Caine being the worst to leave you with, Bubble is the worst. Well, they both are but still.

While entertaining (and disturbing) to watch Bubble do stupid stuff, everyone will tell you not to do what he does—or say what he does, in fact just pretend he doesn’t exist. He’s a bad role model.

NO. STOP. DON’T EAT THE SOAP. I DON’T CARE THAT HE SAID IT WAS TASTY. HE CAN’T TASTE. YOUR GONNA TAKE THE WORD OF A LITERAL TALKING BUBBLE?

Bubble is that dumb dog that eats its own vomit because it can, that’s his vibe. Don’t be a Bubble.

[crepezinhos]

Just Another Broken Promise

POV: Crepus’ death was definitely a moment that stopped the entire city of Mondstadt. Everyone was shocked and scared of the Fatui, but no one’s blues was comparable to Diluc’s, a son who dearly loved his father. As his childhood friend, you’ve been spending a lot of time working on something that could possibly cheer him up, but the first thing you see when you find courage to visit his mansion is him trying to murder his adoptive brother, Kaeya.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a SFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Cursing and violence (blood)

— Reader and Diluc have some questionable morality and actions

Sigh.

God, what an awful week.

The whole city was deadly quiet, the skies were in one of coldest gray tones you’ve seen, the Favonius Knights were in chaos… it really was a bad era for the beautiful, wind city of Mondstadt.

But Diluc made those grey skies look even darker to everyone he stumbled by.

Although he was a shy kid, he was the brightest man of the town. His smile was soft, his red eyes and hair would glow in a beautiful orange tone when the sun hit his locks, his posture was classy and his hair was always perfectly brushed and tied up. Now, his eyes were tired, always with dark circles under them, looking dead at everyone, his smile was nowhere to be seen, his shoulders were always thrown down and his hair was never brushed or tied up. Seeing him in the first place was rare too, which only made your heart ache in worry of his mental health every day until you finally couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had to know just how loved he was by everyone around him and that he wasn’t alone in that period of grief. You wanted to cheer him out of that depression he developed.

You dearly hoped that those cookies you had just finished baking and packing would possibly get a smile from him, but you had to agree they were too silly for a man like him, who would be serious about everything around him.

“Jean…” You called your friend out, who had helped you bake and pack all the cookies and was watching you step out from the carriage you two were in.

“Yes?” She answered, a little surprised at the sudden call.

“Do you think… he will like these..?” You asked, hugging the basket where they were all lying like you wanted to hide it.

Jean looked down, sighing deeply as she thought of an answer to you.

“I don’t think it’ll upset him, Y/N, but he truly is insufferable at this moment. It will be a miracle if he even opens the door to you.” She answered with honesty and a pessimistic expression, which made your worry slightly increase.

Jean was a common acquaintance between you, Kaeya and Diluc, but a dear friend to you. But because of her relationship with the Favonius Knights, she was forced her to pay many visits to him, which were all described as ‘awful’ and ‘awkward’ by her after them.

You sighed again, worried your gift would be interpreted as a joke to him, although it is supposed to be a silly thing. Most of the things that makes him chuckle or laugh were silly moments.

“Thanks…” You said, a little savorless of her answer.

“Good luck, Y/N.” She said with a weak, but real, smile on her face before closing the cabin’s door again and the rider whipped his horse to begin a fast rhythm again.

And you, after watching her disappear from your sight, turned around and met his home’s large, golden gates.

The two guards standing at its corners, as soon as they recognized your hair and face, begun walking to the locks of the gate and slowly opened them for you, the house’s scary aura making you slightly shiver in anxiety of what you were about to do.

You had told Kaeya about your little plan, so he decided to secretly give permission to the guards of the gate to open them for you. Diluc rarely got out of his home and would not accept visitors at all, so you had to make your way through Kaeya, who was less devastated with Crepus’ death and still capable of living properly. It would be very chaotic if Diluc found out about your immoral way to get in the home, but the intentions you had were pretty amazing.

The memories of you finding out about Crepus’ death and how the entire city reacted to it dominated your mind again as you first stepped in the outdoor area of the mansion before the actual door to his residence.

The silence was so present and threatening in the home that the noises of the doors banging back to their places sounded gigantic, like if Diluc was already aware of your presence and was doing that silent treatment on purpose. But, no matter how much you walked around in search of his beautiful red head, you wouldn’t find him. You even thought of calling his name out, but you feared that would intently result in your expulsion. You even dared going to the second floor and knocking on his door to reveal yourself, but not even an impression of a response came out.

That was when worry started to make your heart beat faster, there was no way Diluc was this isolated from everyone. Could it possible that he was outside? He has to leave his home at some point anyway… but you probably would’ve known, right? Everyone was making him such a big deal… Maybe he is simply in a corner you haven’t take a look yet? Maybe he is harmed somehow? Many negative thoughts went through your mind as you sat down at the corner of his bed, your basket resting by your side.

Oh, wait… your mind seemed to indeed remember of a core place that you haven’t looked yet…

This mansion also has an outdoor area behind the building that is twice bigger than the front one.

You jumped out of his bed in search of the closest window he had in the room with your basket in your hands. You wanted to take a look before doing all the exhausting work of making your way down and searching around the whole garden. The bushes and trees unfortunately censored most of the piston floor in the ground, blinding you from most parts of the place. But, that didn’t stop your eyes, which constantly waved up and down, left and right, from spotting a red point with some dark-blue spots behind it at the mere end of the garden.

They were constantly moving in different directions in a pretty aggressive way, which confirmed your theories that it was Diluc and Kaeya together. As soon as you realized it, a big smile took over your worry. That view made all of them disappear. It was wonderful that he was already with someone very dear that also wanted to help him out, especially his brother, who also shared a very similar amount of pain about what happened. Although they were probably playing, according to what you saw in the window, distracting someone’s mind of the problem is a good way to cope for some people, and you hoped that included Diluc.

The more you got closer to your destination, the more you got excited for your plan, but the more weird the ambient got. It got weird to a point where as soon as you closed the home’s backdoors, silence took over again, you could hear slight noises of slashes and screaming from exactly where you saw Kaeya and Diluc in the window.

Now, it was definitely clear that Kaeya and Diluc were there since you could recognize their voices through the screams, but not what they said to each other.

Why did Diluc sound so aggressive? You could hear some concrete words coming from him, but the lack of context made them meaningless to you. And why was Kaeya’s tone so much low? It sounded like he was failing to communicate or comfort him, but that doesn’t explain the slash noises. The only response that came to your mind was that they were being attacked, probably by treasure hoarders. It instantly made your heart ache in worry as you begun to accelerate your steps towards them.

After some struggle going through some bushes and long branches that got in your way, the blurry scene of both the brothers’ bodies finally became clear to your eyes.

“HOW COULD YOU, KAEYA?! AFTER ALL THIS TIME WE’VE KNOWN AND LIVED TOGETHER, THIS IS HOW YOU RETURN THE FAVOR OUR FATHER DID TO YOU?! THIS WAS YOUR INTENTION WITH US THIS ENTIRE TIME?!” Diluc screamed at the top of his lungs to Kaeya as he slowly stepped closer to his body with his claymore in his hands, while Kaeya was all the way down at the floor, crawling away from him with a lot of struggle.

Kaeya and Diluc were fighting..? With weapons..?

You refused to believe what you saw.

As soon as you begun to pay attention at Kaeya’s figure, one of your biggest triggers was activated.

Blood… a lot of it.

“D-Diluc, wait!” Kaeya grunted, trying his best to stop the bleeding in his chest without having to stop crawling, but Diluc’s ears were ignorant to his despair.

No… it can’t be… what is going on..?

Kaeya’s chest and clothes were covered in a slash of blood, clearly marking the fact that he had been attacked there. For some reason, he was also not wearing his eyepatch, which forced him to cover it with a hand, making it harder for his process of getting away from Diluc.

What your eyes are witnessing right now can’t be Diluc. The Diluc you knew wouldn’t be cruel enough to hurt his brother like that and force him to hopelessly crawl away from him.

Your eyes instinctively moved to Diluc’s claymore, desperate for some hope that it wasn’t what you thought. But, instead, the sight of blood on its edges made you want to vomit.

“You traitor… how could you do this to me..?” Diluc asked, trying his best to keep calm, but he knew there was no use to it anymore.

“I never did this with the intentions of taking advantage of dad, Diluc! Please, listen to me!” Kaeya fought his arguments back, trying to reach a hand to make him stop, but nothing out of it.

“It might not have been your original intention… but how can I be sure you never took advantage of our money and power, huh? Especially because you’re only telling me this now? After he died? When you’re about to inherit some good loads of money?! Got nothing else to take advantage of now, Kaeya?!” Diluc confronted, his hand trembling because of the amount of force he was applying to his claymore due to his rage.

“This is insane, Diluc! I am telling you this now because I trusted you to still accept me! Do you think dad would’ve adopted me if I told him this when I was a kid?! You seemed so tired and sick of everyone, Diluc… I wanted you to have someone to love and trust at this moment and I especially wanted us to be together at this situation!” Kaeya cried as he argued with him, tears streaming down his face quickly.

“Liar… liar..! There is no way you genuinely thought this was the best thing you could tell me to make me feel better… you want to take advantage of my weakness to accept your true identity and correlate to your real intentions.” Diluc scoffed, pointing the claymore at his direction again, trying to convince Kaeya admit whatever he was hiding.

“Of course not, Diluc! I could never do something like that to you or dad after everything you two have done for me! You’re my brother, for god’s sake! My big brother!” Kaeya cried, finally stopping his attempt of running away because of the amount of things going on on him, also trying to make Diluc stop walking up meaninglessly to him.

“Well, then… I don’t consider you my brother anymore.” Diluc whispered to him, and his sword finally moved up again.

You gasped in shock as you saw his sword perfectly lift in an angle that could be used to give Kaeya a fatal slash in his chest, but before your mind could even process any other possibilities, your basket was dropped to the floor by your shaky hands and your legs never reached for something so fast in your entire life.

But before you could even make your presence apparent to both brothers, you couldn’t help but notice how Diluc’s claymore suddenly created fire on its on.

“STOOOOOOOP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, reaching a hand in direction of Diluc’s claymore to reach it.

BOOM!

The sudden noise and flaming sparkles coming out of your motions made you close your eyes shut and press your shoulders up so your ears could be slightly protected from the excessive noise of the…

Wait… was that an explosion? What exploded? How it could’ve exploded? It’s not even sunny today. You couldn’t open your eyes yet, so you couldn’t know what happened for sure.

But especially… how did you reach them so fast? You remembered only stepping forward once and all of a sudden you were indeed holding on Diluc’s claymore.

You waited for the flaming winds to stop moving around in a quick rythym and slightly whip your skin for some very seconds. According to the lack of force in Diluc’s claymore, you assumed they were feeling what you were. But in a matter of seconds, the apparent explosion finally stopped messing with the ambient around the three of you, making you finally open your eyes, who were desperately curious to see what was going on.

Most of things around you were blurry thanks to a mysterious smoke surrounding you alongside some fiery and electric sparks. Diluc’s eyes were widened, staring at the deepest parts of your eyes very shocked with your sudden appearance just to protect Kaeya.

“What… the fuck… are you doing..?!” You screamed at him, still recovering from the explosion and the fact that now your palms were the ones being harmed by his claymore.

“Y/N..?” Diluc mumbled your name lowly.

“Y/N..?!” Kaeya asked more desperately behind your figure.

“How did you get in?” Diluc frowned his eyebrows in stress.

“Do you really think that matters right now?!” You asked, pushing his claymore back to its place using all the force your hands had.

You began walking up to him with the intentions of securing Kaeya, rage taking you over.

“Were you just trying to kill your own brother, Diluc..?” You asked, making him slightly step back due to the pressure of confrontation.

Diluc moved his mouth multiple times, probably tying to find a proper answer, but clearly failing repeatedly.

“Hey, why are you only targeting me, huh?! Do you have any idea of what he just told me right now, huh?! You think you can just barge in my house and tell me what I should or should not do inside it?!” Diluc asked, slightly raising his weapon towards you, making you get even angrier.

“Stop fighting…” You cried Kaeya cry very lowly, but you chose to ignore him because of Diluc’s audacity.

“For your information, Mr. “This is my house”, I was simply trying to bring you cookies that I baked with Jean to try to make you a little better!” You answered, which made Diluc’s face weaken a little in a growing regret. “But do you think that’s more important than what you just tried doing?! Stop trying to avoid the problem and be a man! He’s your brother for god’s sake!” You screamed using most of your voice, having to stop talking to recover all the air you lost.

“He’s not even my blood brother! He’s a manipulative piece of shit who just tried the title of being my brother to use me!” Diluc let out some of his rage, which made you gasp in shock of his cruelty.

You could even hear Kaeya’s sorrow and tears increase in volume with that sentence.

“You are seriously out of your mind right now, Diluc… how can you say something so cruel to someone who you’ve created bonds with ever since you were a kid?! He was willing to DIE just to prove his point to you! Do you really think a liar would go that far?!” You asked, using all of your voice bank again.

“With all the respect I have for you, Y/N, you know nothing about that man.” He said, aggressively pointing to Kaeya behind as he approached your body intimidate you physically. “Unless he’s willing to tell you his little secret too.” Diluc scoffed looking down at his brother, still paralyzed in the floor.

But you quickly put your own face in his way so he’d stop trying to act tough towards him and faced you instead.

“I don’t need to know exactly what this secret is to know that you’re hurt and overreacting.” You said with a more calm and controlled tone, trying to end that endless scream fight.

But Diluc didn’t seem tired of it as you heard him scoff at your words from the bottom of his throat.

“I’ve always thought you were a smart woman, Y/N, but it seems that the reality is that you’re not only stupid but easy to fool.” Diluc insulted your person once again, which made you do something that was considerably dangerous.

SLAP!

Diluc’s anger seemed to have instantly died as his face was thrown to the side by a quick whip of your hand across his cheek.

“You know nothing about me, Diluc, despite all these years we’ve been friends.” You said before turning around to finally see how Kaeya was doing, finally ending the debate.

But unlike what you expected to see, you met his body laying unconsciously in the ground with a small pool of blood under the area of his torso with a weird, transparent ice shield around him that seemed to slowly getter weaker since you could see its color disappearing. But, most surprisingly, by his side, there was a Cryo vision shining very strongly, probably using its powers to create that shield.

“Oh my god, OH MY GOD! KAEYA!” You ran up to him and threw yourself to the floor, letting Diluc watch you struggle to make Kaeya open his eyes again. “P-Please don’t pass out on me! You’ll be okay, I promise!” You cried as you lifted his body up and rested it on your knees. “Are you happy now?! Look at what you’ve done, you maniac!” You screamed out of pure desperation, fearing Kaeya wasn’t only unconscious anymore.

As you tried pressing down his injury to keep it from juicing out of his body, you realized there was another vision in the ground way closer to your body, an Electro vision, and a Pyro one right behind it, closer to Diluc’s feet.

Although it didn’t really matter at the moment, you couldn’t help but process the fact that the explosion was most likely caused by that. You had most likely… got a vision.

“I-I’m gonna take you upstairs and call a doctor, okay, Kaeya?! D-Don’t worry!” You tried interacting with him, even if you knew he couldn’t respond you.

And Diluc simply stared.

.

You held the Electro Vision in your hands, and your eyes endlessly lingered on it.

Was that really a gift from the Gods to you? What did you have that was so special to them? Was it the fact that you saved someone from death? But how would you ever make use of it? You were never interested in any sort of combat or science, so even if the Vision was brand new and shiny, its powers were absolutely meaningless to your imagination.

Maybe you would just end up donating it to Albedo and the alchemists of the town for research…

“Y/N?” You suddenly heard Kaeya’s voice calling you above your head.

Oh, you had almost forgotten.

You were in Kaeya’s room, sitting in a chair by his bed, waiting for him to wake up. You had done all the work of bringing him to a safe place, calling the doctors and taking care of his unconscious being alone while Diluc was nowhere to be seen.

“K-Kaeya!” You responded, happy with the fact that those hours you’ve wasted were worth it.

Kaeya seemed confused with everything going on, and you understood it. He was lying shirtless in his bed with barely meters of bandage tied around his chest. You were surprised at how one of the first things he did after waking up and sitting up was covering the eye where he wore his eyepatch.

“W-Wha… what happened?” He asked, slightly scared at how messy you looked.

The perfection of your haircut was nowhere to be seen, your gloves were taken off and replaced with bandaged which already had some stains of blood leaking from its whites and some more blood around some parts of your dress because of Kaeya’s bleeding. It was a light-colored dress, so blood was really the most attractive feature of it now.

“Oh, I just had some trouble carrying you home and calling the doctors to help you!” You explained a little embarrassed, gently rubbing a hand through your forehead knowing that you had sweated a lot in all of this process.

Kaeya sighed in relief but he still seemed nervous.

“Oh, god… I—… thank you, Y/N.” Kaeya whispered to you defeated.

“Oh, please, it was nothing!” You replied with a silly smile on your face, trying to cheer the goofy soul of Kaeya, which was buried for now.

“I-I think dad still has some dresses from mom in his closet if you’d like to change.” He offered as he got up very slowly and cautious with his still-healing wound.

“There’s no need to, I just wanted to stay here until you woke up.” You replied, getting up to give him his jacket which has been resting at the side table of his bed for a while.

God, you hated yourself for even thinking about it, but Kaeya surely looked pretty shirtless. His beauty was so overshadowed by Diluc’s that sometimes you forgot just how fine Kaeya looked.

“No, really… you were simply supposed to give him some cookies and I fucked up everything.” Kaeya complained to himself and sighed in stress as he quickly put his jacket on without buttoning the buttons back to their place. “Where even are they now?”

“I believe I left them down there with Diluc.” You answered, making Kaeya get confused.

“He’s still down there?” He asked almost immediately.

The shirt that was supposed to be under it was all covered in blood, so you did the job of giving it to the maids in advance.

“Every time I peeked through the window I saw him sitting at a bench staring at nothing… at least he got something to eat.” You answered, getting a little angry as you remembered Diluc’s actions. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore… those cookies lost their meaning to me.” You scoffed, crossing your legs in pride of the part you played there.

…

…

A maniac… she called me a maniac.

For how long have I been sitting here and reflecting about what I did? If Kaeya had the courage to tell her his little secret too, wouldn’t she react the same way I did? Why wouldn’t she? Well, yes, she’s naturally way more of a loving person than I am, but there’s no way she lacks this much sense of self-defense.

“Y/N, there’s no need to be angry at Diluc… this is all my fault.” Kaeya explained with a whiny voice that annoyed you, although you did not want to scold a person who had just been attacked. “I never intended to make you two fight… you two shouldn’t have fought…”

“Of course we should’ve! He can’t just do something like that and make you feel guilty!” You asked, trying your best to not scream.

I can’t just keep standing here meaninglessly, but why do I feel like I need this moment to think? Out of all the times people have insulted me or my dad or even Kaeya? Why can’t her words stop running through my mind?

No, Y/N, I’m not happy at what I almost did.

I’m not crazy for wanting to protect what is left of my father… am I?

I would’ve done the same if it was my uncle or aunt or even my mother.

“But I am guilty this time, Y/N! You wanna know what I told him, huh? I told him where I’m actually from, Y/N. I’m not an abandoned kid from Sumeru, I am a descendent of Khaenri’ah, the fucking nation that the Archons destroyed during the Cataclysm!” He suddenly rose his volume to you, finally taking his hand away from his right eye and showing you what was behind it all this time. “I was sent to Mondstadt as a very young kid as their ‘last hope’, but I have no idea what they meant with that! Diluc probably interpreted it in a bad way… that’s all... if you had an adoptive sister like me you would’ve reacted the same way.” Kaeya finished, breathing deeply to recover his air but looking right at you very seriously and afraid of your reaction.

No… this is different.

But your eyes simply stared at Kaeya’s right eye. It surprisingly took your attention away from his half-covered chest.

It was entirely black and it had a yellow star symbol in the middle as its pupil. You didn’t know much about Khaenri’ah rather than the fact that it was destroyed during the Cataclysm, so you didn’t know if that eye really showed that he had any sort of special connection with it.

But if Diluc really attacked him because of that, then he’s most likely telling the truth.

He’s my little brother. He has been in every single good moment of my childhood and most of the times he was the cause of them. I don’t know my mother… I don’t communicate with my uncles or aunts too.

“Oh… wow. I didn’t expect to hear that.” You answered, a little unsure of what else to comment.

“Yeah, I know, so there’s no need to keep trying to defend me.” Kaeya said, very sure that you were about to change your behavior towards him.

I love Kaeya.

And I…

“Oh… Kaeya…” You giggled at his attitude as you approached him slowly.

He looked at you very weirded out, not understanding why did you seem so okay about what he just told you.

“I’m happy you trusted me to tell your secret.” You smiled as you used a hand to push some of his hair behind his ear. “It just tells me everything that I needed to know about you.”

I love Y/N.

“What..?” He asked, unsure of what to do with the distance between you two.

I should’ve helped her take care of Kaeya. That was the only opportunity I had to maybe reverse what I did, but I decided to not.

Why does it hurt so much to hear someone you love insulting you with all determination?

I want to apologize, I need to apologize, I don’t want either of them to hate me.

“I don’t believe you used them, Kaeya. It’s very obvious to me you are an honest man.” You caressed his cheek with your thumb gently.

“What are you do—”

“How come I haven’t baked you cookies too..?” You asked in a sweet voice, which made Kaeya slightly nervous.

“What?” He asked, his face slightly becoming uncomfortable.

“Oh, Kaeya… you are so beautiful and perfect... I mean… you were ready to die by the hands of someone you love for no good reason at all.” You confessed how you felt about him, which made his cheeks slightly blush. “How can I even blame you for being born? Nobody can choose their mothers…” You flirted with him, bringing your face and a hand down to his chest just to rub a finger around what was left exposed of it as you watched it hungrily.

Kaeya’s upstairs, right? I hope Y/N is still there too so I won’t have to wait for some tortuous hours looking for her in the city. I can’t keep sitting here thinking and not acting in this shivering cold. The wind is surprisingly strong today and the sun is nowhere to be seen. It will rain soon.

The heat of your own cheeks was getting too intense for you to not take your chance right there. It really seemed like he had worn his jacket like that to tease you into what you were trying to initiate.

“Wow, Y/N, hold—!” He tried arguing as he repulsed your touch, but you used your other hand to pull his head into yours and steal a kiss from his lips.

How would I even begin my—?

…

…

…

What the…

Are Y/N and Kaeya… kissing… in his room?

No… he wouldn’t do that.

He knows I love her. He knows I’ve always wanted to be her husband.

He promised me.

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” Kaeya suddenly appeared behind me, teasing me in the ear just to make me jump and shiver out of his place… which unfortunately worked.

“My god, Kaeya! You want to kill me?!” I screamed back at him, causing him to giggle.

“Okaaayyy! Sorry, sorry… but I’m still waiting for an answer~.” His smirk grew as he saw me struggle to find something to say.

“I— There’s nothing between us…” I explained, feeling his eyebrows move up in curiosity.

“Nothin’? That’s not what I just witnessed… you stared at that woman’s lips for some considerable minutes… do you think that’s nothin’, Diluc?” He joked about the conversation me and Y/N just shared in this very garden I’m standing at right now.

“Some of her lipstick was off…” I tried finding a good reason, but the both of us knew that I liked her.

“Oh, really? Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I reached my thumb to her lips, cleaned it off from her and then ‘accidentally’ keeping it there until we got romantic and—”

“Ok, fine, you win… I think I like Y/N.” I confessed after he successfully threatened me.

“You THINK?! You’re head over heels for Y/N!” Kaeya scoffed.

“You think so..?” I asked a little embarrassed.

“It’s written all over your face! I doubt she hasn’t noticed it yet too…”

“But… don’t you think it’s too early for me to fall in love?” I asked, sighing as I watched her walking down the road below the cliff. “I mean… I never even heard her talking about having a crush on someone… and I actually believe think she might have a crush on you.” I told my most honest feeling to him, which made his jaw drop.

“Excuse me?” Kaeya asked very shocked.

“She acts different with you, Kaeya, I can see her stare lingering at you longer than on me, she’s always giggling at your jokes, she always has a souvenir to give you when we meet… it makes me wonder if she even likes me as a friend in the first place.” I explained, finally having courage to stare at his face.

“Are you trying to imply that me and Y/N like each other?! Oh… my… god!” Kaeya laughed as I stared at him seriously, which eventually made him realize that that I wasn’t playing at that moment. “Ok, ok… listen, Diluc, she’s not my type at all. You know that new sister at the Catedral? Rosaria? With short dark-purple hair? THAT’S the kind of woman I’m looking for! Y/N is the absolute meaning of an angel, but my heart has a special place for rebels, you know that! She’s all yours!”

“That doesn’t make it any better… an angel could make anyone fall in love with it unlike a rebel.” I let some of my pessimism out, which made Kaeya sigh.

“Listen to me, Diluc.” Kaeya suddenly stepped closer and put one of his hands on my shoulder, but after staring at his confident eyes for some seconds, I realized he had pulled his pinky out of his other hand. “I promise you, in the name of our father, that I’ll never EVER do anything to Y/N and I’ll even help you two get more along! Do you promise me you’ll never give up on her and make her Ms. Y/N Ragvindr? And also never do anything to Rosaria?” Kaeya asked, with a sweet voice that wasn’t common from coming out of his mouth.

.

After that heartwarming promise, I simply smiled, reciprocated his promise and held his entire hand instead of just his pinky, which eventually became a very necessary hug.

But now… this memory I’ve kept as one of my most precious is just… one of my hated ones.

There’s no way to explain this rather than… he lied.

Deep down in my heart, I’ve always known… I just hated to admit it. Y/N always preferred Kaeya over me.

No matter how many times he left the conversation just to let me interact with her alone, she’d always look around for him and ask me when he’d come back. No matter how much time and money I’ve wasted buying her the most precious jewelry for her birthdays, gift never rip aixh an excited smile as for Kaeya’s gist. No matter how much of a gentleman I’ve acted to her, Kaeya’s flirty and goofy manner always satisfied her more.

Of course he’d fall for her too. No one in the city has ever glazed him as much as she did, who wouldn’t fall in love with someone who simply adores you?

It hurts.

To know that I even dared to doubt my own morals… to know that I’ve almost been fooled to feel bad for such an obvious liar and opportunist man like him… to know that I’ve trusted him.

And to now be forced to watch them kiss in front of a window so passionately in a warm room where he’s shirtless while I’m outside, surrounded by dirt and blood, letting my entire self be covered by the rain drops of the tempest that it’s about to come. I can feel it getting stronger each second, but I don’t care anymore.

The chill wind that was annoying me previously is ten times worse now with all the water wetting my skin and the tempest increasing its brutality, but I don’t feel anything anymore.

Why can’t you kiss me like that, Y/N? Why can’t you trust me to watch you undress and touch your delicate skin? Why don’t you love me?

Haha… hahahahahaha…

I’ve always liked rainy days… to hear the noises of the storm as I rested in my room talking to Kaeya, dad, or thinking about Y/N.

Never thought I’d be ever so sad in one.

Especially when it’s just another broken promise from Kaeya.

.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kaeya asked very angry, suddenly pushing me away from his mouth and making me wake up to reality.

Oh…

My god.

Did I really just… kiss him..?!

“I-I… are you angry?” I asked, realizing just how disturbingly frowned his eyebrows were.

“I’ve just been slashed in my chest by my own brother, passed out, and barely a minute after I woke up you decide to kiss and touch me?! Are you fucking nuts?!” He asked, getting up and putting his hands in his jacket like he wanted to make sure I wasn’t looking at that part of him.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—!”

“Leave.” He ordered, his face more serious than anything, causing me immediately shiver and paralyze where I was. “NOW!” He added, making me instantly begin to walk away from his room scared of any further danger.

.

I’m sorry, Y/N, but maybe this toughness will get you some extra inches away from me.

I can’t believe this… I’ve always kinda known she liked me but I never thought that’s how she’d ever make a move on me. Never even thought she had the balls to do it too. I should’ve been tough to her way before this… I should’ve stopped giving her so much of my attention just for the sake of being her friend… that could’ve ser her heart to the next one in the line… Diluc.

Please, God, let this little rudeness work one her… they deserve to end together as a couple.

At least this promise I want to keep done and unbroken for him.

For my big brother.

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Reactions to Chaos Creator's Chapter 286

Brief summary: Cale gets scolded by the CH and the kids to rest. Aipotu beastmen are in awe at Lock and that their god descended. GoB has gone mad because of GoC. Jungwon is hiding in the Demon Cult. Cale and Clopeh disguise as priests.

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The entire chapter had lots of funny moments. Especially the part when CH "scolded" Cale, and Cale who was shocked that the "gentle" CH scolded him. 🤣🤣🤣

"Cale-nim." Choi Han approached and held out a handkerchief. He looked closely and saw that it was the handkerchief Ron was carrying. For some reason, Cale had an eerie feeling. Choi Han wiped Cale's mouth with the handkerchief, then put it in Cale's hand and said, "Wouldn't it be right to say something that makes sense after stopping the bleeding first?" "…!" Cale's eyes shook even more. 'Just now-' That gentle Choi Han… 'Did he scold me?' No. I mean, Choi Han, are you saying that I said something that did not make sense? Are you telling me to wipe the blood off first before saying what I want to say?

White Snake Wisha seemed to have fallen down the Caleism hole. 😂 When Cale offered to clean up his blood that had dripped on her massive body, she even tremblingly said that she did not have the courage to wipe off Cale's blood... 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Cale was confused and wondered if she was scared of blood. 🤣🤣🤣

Meanwhile, Lock was being treated like the saint of Blue Wolf, with Wisha unconsciously speaking very politely to him. It did not help that there were numerous lines describing Lock's beautiful appearance from the perspective of the beastmen, or that the flames of the Blue Wolf was still on his shoulders. And it definitely made it worse when Lock spoke to the beastmen, saying that he heard a voice from the divine item. Saint Lock soon? 😂

Archie giving two thumbs up in support of Lock though... 🥰🥰🥰

GoD's hilarious messages continued. GoB had indeed gone mad. 🤣🤣🤣

The God of Death's divine item alternated between beeps and vibrations. "Noisy." Cale sighed heavily and turned on the mirror's screen. <Cale, Cale, do you know what it means to have the God Realm split in half?> <Wow, this is crazy. It's a breach, a breach! The scope of this mess is something that not even the ancient gods can easily surpass!> <It's chaos. Chaos!> <Kwahahahaha, the God of Balance has taken off her shoes and is now running around barefoot! Kwahahaha!> "Ignore the God of Death for now." The affairs of gods. Not my concern right now.

Cale also read Jungwon's messages, and praised Jungwon for doing a better job than GoD. 🤣🤣🤣 Jungwon escaped from the Dragon Lord who wanted to ask him questions, and hid in the Demon Cult because Heavenly Demon knew him. Because of the Dragon Lord's rampage, Jungwon came to stop the murim people from attacking the Dragon Lord.

But when Cale questioned about the god qualifications and god test he read from Jungwon's messages earlier, Jungwon replied that it was a secret, but he would tell Cale because he was on Cale's side. Wait, Cale. Why do you want to know those? Perhaps, a corner of your mind has become self-aware that you're on your way to godhood? 😂

Pope Kesilia messaged Cale that 3rd Star Exion summoned her, so Cale and Clopeh disguised themselves as her priest attendants. With Priest Cale back, Clopeh happily mentioned of his first meeting with Cale, though Cale did not seem too happy about that. 😂

Ending Remarks Wait, so Cale did not rest much today? Or did we get a time skip that I didn't notice? Anyway, next chapter would be the start of Exion villain arc. I wonder though, did Cale dye his hair white again or did it remain red?

[rubyreduji]

svt as children of greek gods

back in my percy jackson phase 😩 i tried to not to the stereotypical ones people think of so pls enjoy 🙏🙏

seungcheol - HEPHAESTUS; cheol as a blacksmith 🫦 but fr like i feel like he's so strong and hardworking and he's be a good role model for the younger kids (charles beckendorf type beat)

jeonghan - DOLOS; dolos is the god of trickery and he's a minor god so everyone would think jeonghan is a child of aphrodite but that makes it easier for him to decieve people

joshua - POSEIDON; we all know how he loves water...

junhui - HYPNOS; bro is sleepy okay

soonyoung - DIONYSUS; the god of insanity, pleasure, theatre, alcohol, and parties??? just listen to cult of dionysus you'll get it

wonwoo - APHRODITE; his face card NEVER lies and he helps break the stigma that aphrodite kids are only a pretty face, he also likes meddling in people's loves lives but from behind the scenes

jihoon - HESTIA; he is the heart and fire of svt, he writes all of their music and he loves them so fiercely, hesita is the god of the home and what is jihoon other than home to the members

seokmin - APOLLO; he's our sunshine singing boy who else could he be the child of???

mingyu - ATHENA; HEAR ME OUT OKAY gyu is SO SMART and like he's all cute and creative and stuff like this is another one that people aren't expecting but he likes proving people wrong

minghao - HADES; emo. but nah fr like he has a lot of patience and calmness but when he finally does finally explode it results in hell beaking loose, literally (pls meditate hao)

seungkwan - ARES; bro is always ready to throw hands with someone and ares is the god of courage and i feel like kwannie is super courageous with his outgoing personality

vernon - HERMES; the vibes are just there, he's pretty laid back from all of the chaos that surrounds him but likes to get into mischief of his own sometimes

chan - ZEUS; this kid??? holy shit "the future of kpop" who else could he be the son of?

[generalfoolish]

Into Your Arms

Summary: Your life is disrupted after a chance meeting with the 11th street kids, and despite your better sense you find yourself drawn to the chaos.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, canon-typical violence, gore descriptions, blood mentions, TW some PTSD related stuff

Word Count: 2.3k

Request: can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!vet!reader...

a/n: I have the flu! Hope this makes sense 🙈 eep! edited to add the entire tag list

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With tears in your eyes, you stared down the barrel of a gun at the motley group in front of you. They were talking, their voices filling the small space, but you couldn’t make out their words over the roaring in your ears, over the man who was holding that gun and had said without an ounce of remorse that he was planning to kill you.

You’d been intubating an English bulldog when he came in with a busted up eagle–of all things. Your breath stuttered as he raised his voice, the force of it causing him to move the gun. It was funny. You were about to die and all you could think about was that dog in the back. 

Dr. Hurwitz had managed to keep the eagle alive, but it hadn’t been enough for the man in front. He’d kill you all because you’d seen his face. With blurry vision you looked away from the barrel of the gun and at the man himself. He was dorky–in that boy next door way. In a different life, you’d consider him handsome. He reminded you of the goofy labradors you saw each day at the clinic, with his big eyes and soft hair.

Fear gripped your chest, forcing your breath out in small, panicked puffs. You were only dimly aware of Greg, one of the other nurses, whispering at you to “get it the fuck together.” 

“Hey. What the fuck are you saying back there?” The man with the gun asked, looking between you and Greg. 

“Just trying to calm her down; she’s hysterical.” Greg told him, and as if you’d rehearsed it, another sob wracked through you. 

“Oh, god. Are you okay?” One of the women asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Of course not, she thinks she’s about to die.” The other man answered, the one who had come in the beginning with the eagle.

You felt worse than you had before, but now your brain was soaking up the visual information you’d missed. Despite his gun still trained on you, your eyes were drawn to Vigilante–that’s what they had called him. 

“What other choice do we have besides killing this veterinarian, this nurse, this nurse, and this male nurse?”

“You can just say two nurses, man.”

“If I just say “nurse,” I think people will imagine it as a woman.”

“He’s standing right there! We don’t have to imagine anything. 

“It must be weird, waking up every day and being a male nurse.”

“You’re a fucking busboy!” 

“Oh great! Now we definitely have to kill them, because you’re giving stuff away about my secret identity!”

“Do we really have to kill these people?”

The pause of silence was too much for you, the shared uncertain looks between the group. A small whimper left your lips, and you cursed the sound. 

You had higher hopes for yourself than this. You never imagined you’d be in this scenario, of course, but when it came down to it, you’d thought you would be able to handle yourself. Instead, you’d turned into a sobbing fool at the first sign of danger. You weren’t even begging. You just stood there, metaphorically pissing yourself and waiting to die.

You willed yourself to stand straighter, but kept your arms up in the air. You’d die with a bit of dignity, even if you’d had to summon every ounce of courage and self to do so. 

“No,” The blonde began and that was all you needed to deflate completely. The false bravado simply slipped from you as fast as you’d mustered it. The fleeting confidence roared in your ears, drowning the rest of the conversation. You let yourself be jostled around, ziptied, and left in the waiting room of the vet office.

Your life gets simpler after that. You keep working at Dr. Hurwitz’s office; thanks to a considerable bump in pay, for not leaving (re: suing), you were finally able to drive a few hours to the coast for a little relaxation. You heal. The journey is as odd as the day that precipitated it. You settle back into your routine and can watch your regular procedurals–and don’t bat an eye at the guns, violence, and death. But a man talking too loudly at you in the office, his tone mean and cutting, and you’d crumple to tears in the staff room pawing at your phone for the speed dial number of your therapist. 

But it’s good, your life is good because it’s the one you didn’t expect to have. You take nothing for granted, and you spare yourself no criticisms. You learn to love yourself, and the inspiration of finally liking who you are seeps into every facet of your life. You take up photography as a new hobby, and you start going to the gym. It’s there you find a class in self-defense, and though you aren’t kidding yourself about your skill level against some supe, you figure you owe it to yourself to at least learn how to throw a punch.

You’re leaving class one night, taking a gulping sip from your water bottle, admiring the new ache you’d gotten from your sparring partner, when the street goes sideways. You hit your elbow hard, and barely register the clatter of your bottle and bag hitting the street. By the time you catch your breath, the attacker has made himself known. 

For a brief, blinding moment, you don’t move. Your chest is seized, your blood sluggish in your veins. You want to scream, run, fight, but you can’t move your stupid, useless body. A flash of blue, a great clap, and a spray of red followed by the kind of primal scream only the dying can make–and then you were being lifted up. 

Your elbow was a throbbing scream as your feet hit the pavement, right side up.

“You okay?” A man asked, though muffled from beneath a blue and black facial mask, you’d know that timbre and cadence of that voice anywhere. You want to scream, kick, spit–something to show this asshole that you aren’t the same scared girl anymore. But he’s lifted your arm to inspect the damage, and he’s taken his glove off. His touch is so gentle, the softest caress, that you actually answer his insane question.

“Yes.” Your voice is a hushed whisper, though not a scared, timid thing. 

“That was a sucker punch, by the way. You totally coulda kicked his ass.” You hissed as he pressed a particularly tender spot, and though he hadn’t seemed to be paying attention to you, his head snapped up. “That hurt? Oof, yeah. That’s a bitch. Let me take you to the hospital. We’ll take the Vigimobile.” He rambled off, nearly sing-song, and began to tug your other arm behind him. “I’m Vigilante, the car is mine, obviously. D’uh.” He paused only when I pulled back from him.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking around, like there might be a second thug.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You told him, exasperated. 

“Why not?” His head cocked to the side, and you have to literally shake the image from your head as you remember thinking of him as a labrador.

“Why not?” You echo, your voice nearing hysterical.

“Your elbow is dislocated, at least. Worst case, fractured. I’m the only one here. Your phone is smashed, and you don’t have car keys in your bag.” He lists off items by raising a finger with each point. 

“You tried to kill me four months ago!” You scream at him, throwing your hands up to accentuate your point, remembering the pain in your elbow too late. The sharp pain that slices through your body leaves a fuzzy ring around your vision, and you see Vigilante take a step towards you as the world tilts sideways for the second time of the night. 

You groan as you pull yourself from that inky abyss, and smack your lips against the paper dry feeling of your tongue. 

“Where the hell am I?” You manage to croak out, and the shuffle of feet is the only indication you get that other people are around.

“Hospital.” A man’s voice tells you, and you have the funniest feeling you know the voice. The gentle comfort of that wraps around your delirious mind and pulls you back down.

The next time you awake it’s because of the sun. The windows were left open, meaning that the bright rays of the morning hit you full force. You blink harshly against the intrusive light, and remember being attacked. Fearful of the state of your body, you gingerly begin testing your toes and slowly you work your way up your body. You’re twitching your fingers when a knock at the door startles you. 

You don’t know the person standing in the frame, but you wish you did. He’s holding a balloon, flowers, and a stuffed dog. Confusion paints your face, and he waves sheepishly.

“Hi, you up?” He asks, shuffling closer hesitantly.

“Just barely.” You murmur back, shifting in the bed.

“They gave you a lot of pain medicine last night.” The man tells you. You wish you knew more about this whole bizarre situation. You couldn’t remember anything over the pounding in your head.

“That’s right, because I…” 

“Your elbow. It was dislocated, which is better than a fracture. But you did tear a tendon, which means you’ll be in a sling for a few weeks.” He explains, fidgeting with the stuffed dog.

“Did I have surgery?” You push, figuring he’ll at least answer some questions.

“No, no. I asked them to monitor you overnight.” 

“Why?”

“You…you might not remember me, but we’ve met before. I’m Adrian, and I threatened to kill you once.” You blink at his deadpan, waiting for the punchline. But you know he isn’t joking, somehow. You know him. He’s the one from the vet clinic, the one who saved you from the guy last night.

“Are you stalking me?” You ask, wondering partially if he’s here to finish the job. He laughs, too loudly.

“A little bit. I feel horrible about it.”

“The stalking?”

“No. When I tried to kill you. It was a precaution. But I’ve changed my mind about that. About a lot of things, actually. Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry for all of that, and I hope you feel better soon. I brought you some stuff.” He explains before dumping the stuffed dog in your lap and putting the other stuff on the nightstand. You try not to gape at him.

“Okay, I’m going to head out.”

“You just got here.” You say, surprising both of you. 

“You want me to stay?”

“For some reason, yeah. Would you?” With his eyes wide, he nods and takes the chair beside your bed. 

“How’s the eagle?” You ask, voice soft and unsure. Adrian picks up the conversation easily though and is soon animatedly telling you all about the bird's latest antics. 

You’re not sure how Adrian became such a regular part of your day, but you find yourself waiting for his visit all the same. He doesn’t have a pet, but he comes by the vet clinic and asks for your advice on all his potential pets everyday. He also tells you about his day, his night, and anything else he can think of. When he isn’t talking to you in person, he’s blowing your shit up with memes and weird emojis. 

The idea of seeing him every single day would have made you want to call your therapist before, but after he saved you, his choices began to make sense. Maybe you were making excuses, but he had become such a stable part of your life that you began to love his daily visits. When he missed one, which happened from time to time, you were miserable. He always made up for it, though.

“I’ve got a cinnamon chai for the apple of my eye!” His voice rang out, drawing you from your small cubicle to the front. Your smile grew when you took him in, and his own was full on beaming.

“Adrian, you didn’t have to get me a drink.” You scolded, secretly pleased as you sipped from the steaming cup. 

“Course I did, I wanna do that stuff for you.” He told you bashfully. You wanted those things too, even if it felt insane to consider.

“Actually, I had something I wanted to ask you.” He began, and you watched as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Would you wan…I mean, I would like to, if you want to, uhm. Dinner?”

“Sure, Adrian, I’d love to.”

“Sick. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Okay, seven, it is.” You agree, taking another sip of your drink, and watch as he leaves. He must think you’ve looked away because he fist pumps into the air. You stifle your laugh and go back to work, thinking very hard about what you were going to wear.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you to the person who requested! Hope this lives up to your expectations xx

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𝑨 = 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Fred is absentmindedly affectionate. His mind is always thinking; coming up with new ideas - about business, jokes, pranks, etc. And when he gets like that, he doesn’t realise what his body is doing. Fred will play with your hair, your hands, draw circles on your back (which turns into drawing the plans on your back). 

He’s completely fine with PDA (not around his mum though). But he particularly likes to show affection when he’s around Ron, just to annoy him. 

𝑩 = 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚:

Your humour. He loves that you can join in on his jokes and the fact that you find him funny is especially important to him. He always asks, “but I’m funnier than George, right?”

He also loves your courage and intelligence. 

But also your chaotic nature

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚:

Your smile. Hands down, he loves the way you smile - especially when you’re feeling a little mishcevious. There’s a special way your lips quirk upwards and he knows you’re thinking of causing a little chaos. 

𝑪 = 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

HE. LOVES. TO. CUDDLE. Such a little baby when he doesn’t get a proper cuddle. Especially when you’re leaving, he’ll pout his lips and do the puppy dog eyes (will whimper a lil as well). 

  He also loves cuddling on the lounge and in bed. He’s literally such a sook. Definitely the type of boyfriend/husband to lay his head on your lap and have you stroking his hair. 

𝑫 = 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

It’s difficult to explain, but this man ... can never settle down. He may marry you, and yes he wants kids, but he also has big ideas and wants to chase whatever inspires him. 

With cooking and cleaning, he’s actually really bad at it. George picks up after them both, especially when their mum is in a bad mood. 

𝑬 = 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (When something is bothering them, how do they act around you?)

Depending on the severity of the problem, Fred is pretty good at letting things go. If there’s been an argument, he doesn’t hold grudges or take things to heart. He’s very good on brushing things off. His humour will always shine through, no matter how full on the situation is. 

𝑭 = 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆 (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think Fred would be a bit more hesitant about committments. Marriage would be a subject that George teases him about but deep down he knows that you are the person for him. I have a feeling that marriage would end up being an issue but it would be resolved after Molly has a talk with you (because you refused to talk to Fred). 

𝑮 = 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: I’m sorry but Fred ... isn’t that gentle emotionally. His humour askews his vulnerability. And he finds it hard to open up, so he hides beind his jokes and pranks. 

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: Of course he treats you with respect, and that means that he’s physically gentle with you. But he can be very excited, and forget that he’s incredibly taller and much heavier than you are - so he would definitely jump on you and then you’d be yelling for him to get off you because you’re being squashed. 

𝑯 = 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 (Do they tell you about their childhood? Their trauma? The sides of themself that they keep hidden from the world.)

God, Fred’s trauma .... it’s hidden behind walls of pranks, neon signs and flashing lights. Fred hates talking about his feelings and in particluar, his negative emotions. 

It’s almost like you get snippets of his trauma (that he doesn’t see as trauma). George will be the one to bring up particular memories and remind Fred of how horrible it was to experience that. 

Basically, you get the information through George. And when you try to bring it up with Fred, he kinda shrugs it off. “No big deal, love.”

𝑰 = 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It wasn’t until George asked Fred if he’s said “I love you,” that he even thought about it. Since that moment, Fred was really awkward around you. It took weeks for him to open up about the fact that he didn’t know if he should say it or not. 

    “Just say what you feel, if you aren’t ready, than don’t push it,” you had told him. After that he calmed down. It took another 2 months before he ‘officially’ said it. 

𝑱 = 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Says he doesn’t get jealous, but when other people show you a certain type of attention...then he gets very jealous. Not a full on, territorial jealousy, but one where he makes the other person seem insignificant and small. He cracks jokes at their expense and you end up nudging him because he usually crosses the line. 

𝑲 = 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Fred’s kisses always leave you with a smile on your face. He likes being cheeky and playful with the way he kisses you. He might twirl you around and dip you towards the floor, and give you a little smooch. Or kiss you upside down and disappear (apparating). 

𝑳 = 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 (How are they around children?)

George is much better around little children, but Fred connects more with young teens. He says it’s because ‘they can understand my jokes,’ but you think it’s because he feels like an older brother again. 

𝑴 = 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (How are mornings spent with them?)

Between Fred and George, Fred was the last person to go to bed and the first to wake up. In the mornings you’re the one who puts on the kettle and makes some toast. Fred is yawning, as he barely gets any sleep, but is still writing down theories and ideas. 

𝑵 = 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (How are nights spent with them?)

Fred has a desk covered in drawings, scribbled down ideas, post-it notes, scrolls of parchment and a patch of dried spilled ink. That’s where he is a lot of the time, surprisingly. He wants to get down all his ideas and he can get lost in his mind sometimes. 

𝑶 = 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Very slowly, there’s some things that you’re still getting to know about him. At first he didn’t open up because he didn’t want to scare you away, but then you found yourself nearly begging for more information about him, and he just shrugged his shoulders because he never really thought about the deep stuff. 

𝑷 = 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (How easily angered are they?)

Not easily angered at all. It takes a lot for Fred to be angry. It’s mainly if someone makes you uncomfortable or puts you in danger, that’s when he gets angry. It’s actually a really scary sight.

𝑸 = 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒔 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

...He doesn’t remember the little details about you. But he knows what’s important, and what you love most. He may not remember every single family member, hell, he forgets his own family members, but he always knows what kind of gifts to get you. 

𝑹 = 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Fred’s favourite moment in the relationship was when you pranked him. It took months. You enlisted the help of all your friends, to make Fred thinkyou were a twin yourself. That was your aim, to make him think you had a twin all. this. time, and he hadn’t noticed. 

Even Molly got in on the prank, originally Ron suggested that you make Fred you were cheating on him but you all thought that was too dark. 

𝑺 = 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Fred likes to make you feel safe. He didn’t realise how important that was to him until your relationship was official. Making sure his partner feels comfortable means a lot to him, and when you’re uncomfortable - even when he’s not there - he wants to know why, how and who made you feel that way. 

And then he will absolutely embarrass the f*ck out of that person, under the guise of ‘oh it’s a joke’. 

𝑻 = 𝑻𝒓𝒚 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You didn’t know this for a while, but George was behind the ideas for a lot of the dates, anniversaries, gifts etc. Even if George has his own partner, he absolutely adores you and wants you to be with his brother so badly. So he always makes sure that Fred knows that an anniversary is coming up etc. 

With everyday tasks, he isn’t that great at them. And no please don’t be disappointed! Because it’s actually Molly’s fault. She had all those charmed items to do tasks, and she only nagged her kids rather than showed them how to do things. (I don’t hate Molly, not at all, but I can see how she could be a bad parent.) 

𝑼 = 𝑼𝒈𝒍𝒚 (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

We know that Fred can take jokes too far, and at times he can be a bit insensitive. It isn’t until he sees a person’s reaction to know if what he did was ok. (Possibly a sign of autism???) 

𝑽 = 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

More so than George! I think Fred would definitely use a charm that Ginny taught him where the user’s hair falls perfectly. (During the golden trio’s search of the Horcruxes, I can so see Ron telling Hermione of the charm and her reaction is just throwing a book at his face). 

𝑾 = 𝑾𝒉𝒚 (Reasons why they love each other)

Fred loves you because you understand him. You’re more than fine with him being in the spotlight (he loves it there) and understand that he has an innate need to create and pursue his ideas. 

𝑿 = 𝑿𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 (What’s their song)

Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino.

𝒀 = 𝒀𝒖𝒄𝒌 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Close-minded, stoic people who can’t take a joke. He thinks people like that are a waste of space, and you have to remind him that everyone is different. And just because someone doesn’t understand his jokes doesn’t mean he’s not funny. 

𝒁 = 𝒁𝒛𝒛 (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)    

Surprisingly, it’s actually quite difficult for Fred to get to sleep. That’s one of the reasons why he’s the last person to fall asleep - some could call it insomnia. He just has a lot of thoughts 

[waffles-art-writing]

Hey um can you do platonic task force 141 with a gender neutral child reader who is like Six from little nightmare

The team find the child eating fresh meat in the old basement(first meet)

Child reader can only said a few words

Summary: The team find you in a dusty basement under stranger circumstances. Price comes to find out you love causing chaos back at base.

Proofread: kinda

Pairing: Task Force 141 ! Platonic x Child!Reader

WordCount: SHORT ASF SO SO SORRY

Age Rating:

Codename:

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: I have writer's block - apologies! Gore, COD STUFF, descriptive eating & smell and other heavy described behaviours and scene, cursing, (IDK Little Nightmares too well so bare with me on this one)

Request?: YES

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Soap detonates the breach on the door, the hinge’s getting ripped from the frame. The heavy bolts falling to the ground with a clack, the dust fills the air, darkness shrouding the staircase down to the basement of the building. Ghost’s eyes scan his surroundings through the night vision, the power went out just as they breached the front door of the building. “Basement breached” Soap states over the comms, Price’s voices crackles to life acknowledging them.

The stench from the basement makes all the mens spines shiver, the smell of something rotting urges the bile to bubble in their throats. Ghost is beyond thankful he’s wearing a balaclava to help limit the smell, yet the acid and musky smell still makes it to his nose. “Steamin’ jesus. What the hell is that smell” Soap mumbles, attempting to cover his nose with his shoulder, keeping his gun raised. “I have no clue but it makes me wanna be sick” Gaz states, his eyes watering. Both him and Price just met up with Ghost and Soap as they started descending the stairs. “Get this over and done with so we can get air boys” Price grumbles, following behind his team.

Ghost steps onto the floor quietly, his eyes peeled for any movement. He checks the doorway before entering a room off to the side, Gaz and Price at the other door to the other room. Soap taps Ghost’s shoulder, his eyes locked onto something in the dark corner of the room. “The hell is that” the Scotsman questions, his eyes not moving away from the small being hunched over in the corner. The yellow jacket adorning its back is stained with god knows what, clearly dirty, the small tears can be seen. The wet crunching sounds can be heard from the corner, the sound of flesh tearing and snuffles. Almost sounds like a dog got into the meat locker and going crazy m, eating the meat as fast as it can. “Price, you might wanna come over here” Ghost states, Price walks over asking what’s going on. Gaz behind him.

“The bloody hell is that” the older man questions, his brows furrowed as he steps forward. He’s not sure what to do, from this angle it looks like a child. But that’s what they are all hoping for, and not some kind estranged person that’s gone psychotic in the dark basement over a long period of time. Which could possibly be true as well, highly likely in reality. All the men jump backwards when the small being turns around, their wide eyes staring at them like beady little bugs in the night. “Mother of god” Soap curses as he watches the sickening red blood drip from the child’s mouth, his stomach twisting as he realises it’s eating raw meat. Fresh, raw meat. Everyone in the room wants to gag and leave, but Price picks up the courage and approaches the kid.

Soap watches their captain with disgust, Gaz has his hand covering his mouth as Ghost just stares. His brows furrowed behind his mask, his own stomach churning like a raging storm. By the time Price manages to pick the child up, they have only said very few words. The words were very mumbled with the likes of not knowing English and how to speak too well. “Where take me?” Was the main thing they were saying, questions where the team was taking them when they made their way out of the damp and rotting basement.

The team settles down on the plane, they keep a good distance between themselves and the child as they are not too sure what exactly is up with the kid. Gaz managed to clean their face, as the smell of blood and the look of deep red dripping to the floor was not helping his stomach one bit. The kids' yellow raincoat was something they all kinda looked at with curiosity, why were they in a yellow raincoat if they were in a basement? By the time they got to base, everyone got comfortable seeing the kid staring at them with curiosity, like every child. The one that piqued the kids interest the most was Ghost, of course, the skull mask and quiet, brooding demeanour and cold eyes always seemed to gain the attention of anyone. Especially a kid no matter what they were doing beforehand.

*Random interactions at base*

The sound of small feet sprinting down the corridor and lightly giggles gained Price’s attention from his office, the door was open slightly. The room was stuffy after a hot day so he wanted to air it out, which went through the windows and the door was open. “YOU WEE ANKLEBITER C’MERE!” A scottish accent yells out, thunderous boots hitting the cement floor. Price is looking at his door, contemplating if he should go out to check on them. “Not my circus, not my monkeys” he repeats, his words getting cut off by the yelling of another voice. “JOHNNY! WHERE IS MY MASK!” This time it’s a Manchester accent, more specifically Ghost’s. “My circus my monkeys” Price repeats quickly as he gets up from his desk quickly, pushing his door open to see a very much pissedoff Simon Riley stalking down the corridor. You could practically see the fire behind the man's eyes. “You’re a dead man Soap!” The Brit yells, passing Price quickly. Price pinches his brow as he follows after the raging man, concerned for Soap’s safety more so over yours. Knowing full well that Ghost wouldn't lay a finger on you, but would gladly give Soap a new bruise to add to his plentiful collection of colours.

Price turns the corner to see you, perched on a shelf, Ghost’s mask tucked in hands with a large cheeky grin spread across your face. Your eyes covered by the mop of hair, you screamed when they tried to cut it. Your yellow coat overtop one of the boy’s old shirts and some basketball shorts they took from a rookie. Price glances over to the other side of the room, Ghost has Soap cornered, he looks like he is watching all his life flash before his eyes in one go. “Kid…. Please. Just give his mask back before someone gets hurt” you look at Price your head tilts to the side in question.

Price just sighs as he watches the team yell at eachother, and you just fuel the raging chaos.

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So sorry it’s so short! I just couldn’t think of anything!! ;-;

[tmrwsuns]

xikers as fairytale children.

minjae —  mulan and li shang

ᯓ minjae is a leader through and through. he is a fighter and more importantly a defender who looks to stand up for himself and others. i see him as that one kid whose justification to everything is “my mom said…” and honestly that's so valid of him because his mom knows her stuff. minjae always tries to understand and appreciate everyone, even if he has a hard time looking beyond someone’s actions into their reasoning sometimes. he is in touch with his feelings because of how he was raised, watching both of his parents be courageous and loyal soldiers but always keeping in mind that being vulnerable is okay. i also think he's a defender of the idea that his dad was indeed in love with his mom even before he found out she was a woman. 

junmin — beauty and the beast

ᯓ junmin is a gentle soul that is oftentimes hidden behind his “manly” exterior. he’s got his father’s strength and his mother’s wisdom. he is one of the most humble royals out there, having always being taught that it didn’t matter where you came from but who you became as a person. he knows how to be grateful for and to the people around him, but most importantly, he knows how to express that out loud; a skill which some princes might lack (cough cough seeun cough cough). i think my opinion is biased by the fact that he looks incredible in yellow and that i know damn well this man would absolutely rock a song with talking kitchen utilities. 

sumin — hades and persephone

ᯓ sumin is very clearly a rebel kid, and i will not have it any other way. he is the personification of chaos and loudness, flashy shenanigans and daring comebacks. being the son of one of the big three and persephone he has something to annoy the royal kids with; he is not only the prince of the underworld, but also a literal god. he could technically classify as a royal, but he doesn’t want to since he likes the feeling of being free from the restraints of the royal lifestyle. he is daring and witty, but never completely unkind. along with his scary aura he also got his mother’s kindness, which is often overlooked because of his defensive exterior. he has a hard time letting people in, but when he does they have a guaranteed friend and protector for life.

jinsik — sleeping beauty

jinsik can be so calm when he's in the right company, he is gentle and kind hearted. i can see him singing with little birds and having wild animals follow him around. but don't get confused, he is chaotic. out of all the princesses, aurora is the one who would have a golden retriever son like jinsik. he is energetic and loud, always bringing happiness wherever he goes. people were naturally drawn to him his entire life because of his kind demeanor and fun aura, being who always sets the mood to be comfortable for anyone (except seeun, he thrives to make him uncomfortable). he shares his mother’s love for nature and his father’s braveness, allowing him to be one of the most loyal and protective people out there.

hyunwoo — big bad wolf

ᯓ hyunwoo is the kid of a villain kid who could not give a bigger fuck about status. he enjoys tricking people and acting intimidating when he first meets them like he isn’t the most silly person alive. he can look all scary until his cute little canines shine when he smiles, giving away the fact that he is really a very unserious person. his out of pocket comments lighten the mood always, causing laughs even in the most serious of scenarios. he is one hell of an absolute diva, and is so puppy-like sometimes that being some sort of werewolf suits him perfectly. however, he doesn’t find it funny anymore when people call him a furry or make some sort of twilight reference.

(is this completely based on a single clip of him? yes, but that's okay.)

junghoon — queen of hearts

ᯓ junghoon is of course a very serious looking person. his expressionless resting face initially hides the fact that he is incredibly chaotic. he matches his mother’s eccentric energy by being the complete opposite at first, using his cold demeanor as a mechanism defence towards the initial judgements that are made when they hear his mother’s name. junghoon is rather compassionate compared to the likes of the person who raised him but is also not scared to be absolutely ruthless when needed. he is a royal but is feared as a villain, which he couldn't care less about. he is a firm believer that the right people will love him for who he is, not who he tries to be.

seeun — prince charming and cinderella

ᯓ seeun is a conceited little prince and i will take no criticism of that. he is extremely blessed with princely looks, he is beautiful and he knows that more than anyone. he grew up knowing his place compared to others, meaning that he irradiates confidence in himself. everywhere he goes he has people that love him, girls fawning about him and guys wanting to be him, and he would be a liar if he said he didn't love that. although he is a royal pain in the ass, he also got some of his mothers kindness, which compared with his natural charm is a fatal combination to make him one of the most lovable assholes to have ever lived. he cares for the people around him almost as much as he cares for his appearance, even if he shows that in strange ways.

yujun — alice in wonderland

ᯓ yujun is lost in his own little world most of the time. he is soft hearted and extremely kind like his mother, but he was raised in wonderland and that shows a little too much. he loves everything that has to do with fun, creativity and a bit of craziness, but he maintains his grace most of the time. his boyish charm reflects his mother’s story perfectly well, his curiosity is almost untamable. he gets in immense amounts of tricky (see what i did there) situations because of his need to discover new things even when those don’t concern him. he has the craziest dreams and will not hesitate to tell every living being about them. that goes along with the fact that he cannot stay quiet for the life of him. silence makes him uncomfortable, so he always looks to fill the space with chatter about anything and everything. he drives people around him insane, but thats part of what makes him so lovable.

hunter — prince eric and the little mermaid

ᯓ hunter learnt from a very young age what it is to feel alienated somewhere. his mother’s world always seemed so far away to him, a distant reality where he belonged but couldn't exist. he shares ariel’s curiosity and love for the unknown combined with eric’s adventurer spirit and inconformity with a life of lush outfits and fancy dinners. hunter loves to analyze the behavior of the people around him; that way he could match their energy of stay the hell away. he is wary of the people he trusts due to his parent’s story, but he isn’t closed off or quick to judge. hunter loves to form relationships with people, even if that means having to come out of his shell a little more than he had anticipated. 

yechan — rumpelstiltskin

ᯓ yechan is the first born child of a queen that failed to guess rumpelstiltskin's name after he made a deal with her. opposed to what many would do —resent their father for the life they were forced to live— yechan adores who he is. he is a trickster at heart. he loves making deals he knows he will win at the end, that way ending up with a collection of meaningless little trophies for every time he successfully tricked someone. he is mischievous, loud and confusing, sometimes even appearing cunning. in reality, he knows his limits very well. although he has a passion for tricks and deceit, he has a kind heart and would do anything and everything to protect the people that he loves.

★ pairing ;; ot10 x reader

★ authors note ;; i had this in my head and it wouldn't leave so i gave in and wrote it, oops. i did a deep dive into the ever after high fandom for this and im afraid i went a little too deep....

i also felt AWFUL about using a pic without junghoon but i couldnt find a better one :(

★ taglist ;; @tiramisumin @astrasng

★ back to the (temporary) masterlist.

★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

[piratefishmama]

Forgiven not Forgotten | Part 9

It was an interesting kind of chaos, what happened in the following moments. Joyce collared a passing nurse, Jonathan ran out to call the house, Hopper kept Lucas from leaping at the love of his young life because “watch out for the wires, kid” she was still hooked up to all kinds of life saving machines, and then most of them were shooed out so the professionals could do their work.

El couldn’t be moved, fully prepared to wreck anyone’s day who even dared try to move her, and Lucas had been there from dawn till dusk, ignoring established visiting hours and all kinds of flak from staff to just be there. They were the only two allowed inside while the professionals made sure Max would stay awake.

That she wouldn’t slip back under.

Then came the hoard.

They’d routinely ignored how many visitors were allowed to a single room. It was ridiculous, the hospital staff both hated them and felt endlessly endeared by them. They’d survived some kind of classified hell and clung to each other both through it, and after it. It didn’t matter that Max’s actual parent was still absent, that she, like others, hadn’t come back yet, or that El had shaken her head once when someone had asked her if she could find Susan.

It didn’t matter, Joyce had loudly declared “I’m her mother now so let me see my GODDAMN DAUGHTER… PLEASE!” When someone had tried to stop them on the first day.

Arguing with Joyce Byers? Not a fun thing to do. She was always so polite about it you couldn’t even be mad at her.

The whole house filled that hallway though, even though they couldn’t do anything, even though they couldn’t go in, even though they couldn’t help, just being there, knowing that behind that door, she was awake despite all odds, was enough to keep them all there. Obstructing hallways. Being general nuisances, and waiting.

Just waiting. Waiting long enough for Eddie to gather just enough courage to sit down beside Steve who’d taken a seat on the floor, not for lack of available seats, just that his seat was to the left of the door to Max’s room, the closest he could be without being inside that room.

“You know there’s chairs, right Munson?”

“Mmn I know, but… I was part of the whole… save Max plan, so I think I’ll stay right here, second to closest to the door.” Steve let out a single breath of a laugh through his nose. Just one little puff and a curl of his lip to show he found that amusing. “Are… are we okay, Steve?” Probably not the best time to bring it up but impulse control was never his strong suit. And people weren’t paying them as much attention as most would usually pay to him while he was around other people.

Attention focused elsewhere on pacing or on entertaining themselves while they waited.

“Why wouldn’t we be okay?”

“God isn’t that just a question and a half. I dunno, Steve, you tell me since you ditched me the first chance you got back at the house. I know we weren’t on the greatest of terms back in ‘86 but like… I’m pretty sure we bonded at least a little in the Upside Down so… I know there’s stuff I’m missing… your agent Stinson, whomever the fuck she was, she got those photos from somewhere… shit like that isn’t just easily doctored I know that an—an I know—I know I wasn’t dead, so… if I hurt you, or I hurt the kids, or I don’t know… if I did something that I can’t remember I just—look, Eleven, your superhero kid, is weirdly comfortable around me for being a total stranger alright? So I know I’m missing huge chunks of a story, but I’m sorry okay?”

“You’re jumping to a lot of conclusions, man. But you cant apologise for something you don’t remember doing. Those apologies don’t mean shit.” Steve wasn’t looking at him, he was looking down at the floor, his brow pinched tight as if trying to think of the safest way to go about his next words. “For the record though. You saved our asses. Or… he did.” He. He. Someone not Eddie, but definitely looked like Eddie. “Whatever he was. El was the only one who recognised him.”

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that Steve… who was he and why—”

“I cant.”

“You’re the only one who can.” The only one he knew he could trust with the knowledge that actually he wasn’t totally gone during those two years.

“Alright, I won’t. You’re safer this way.” At least Steve cared enough to keep him safe, didn’t make that answer any less annoying though. “And I know that’s annoying but… just put it behind you. Be grateful that you’re alive and you’re here. Like I said we are.”

“Are you? Because so far I’ve just been left on my own among total strangers and it’s stressing me the fuck out, you can’t just—you can’t just leave me on my own in the dark after all this, Steve, it’s not fair.” He had a disadvantage from the jump, they all seemed to know him.

He didn’t know most them.

He knew Mike, Erica, Lucas, and Dustin out of the kids, and Robin, Nancy, and Steve out of the older lot.

He sort of knew Hopper through run ins with the law, didn’t really know Joyce although she was easy to feel comfortable around. He didn’t really know Jonathan, or Will, or El, and he damn sure didn’t know any of the kids parents.

They had this comradery that he didn’t have, they had a mini apocalypse to bond through, he had a short experience of it during which he’d died. Didn’t even survive the opening act. The world had moved on, and he was just left with this knowledge that somehow… despite him not being there. His body had been.

And the only one he’d managed to sort of bond with during that whole man hunt back in ‘86, didn’t seem to want anything to do with him now. “…I know… I’m sorry about that” in Steve’s defence, it felt like a much more meaningful apology than his own had been. “We should have taken you with us, there’s no excuse, El just wanted to hang out with you again I guess”

“Again?” Gentle prods, gentle pokes, he’d learn more if he just… kept chiselling bit by bit.

“She doesn’t think like most people, to her you’re her friend. You helped her. You saved her life, man… and she knows—she knows it wasn’t actually you, but—”

“But it’s my face, isn’t it?”

“Mmhm.”

“Something was parading around in my body like some kind of puppet, wasn’t it, Steve?” Steve finally turned to look at him, a pained little frown on his face as he realised how much he’d just… let slip. How easily Eddie had drawn it from him. How weak he still was when it came to Eddie Goddamn Munson. He opened his mouth, but neither heard what he’d have said, because the door opened just before he spoke, two nurses leaving, the third remaining by the door, a smile on her face that promised great things.

Steve was up on his feet, their conversation shelved, the others clamoured forward too, having been politely ignoring whatever he and Steve had been discussing on the floor in favour of keeping themselves entertained.

“Miss Mayfield is stable, awake, and in good spirits, now I know you all want to see her, but please… maximum five to a room, there’s two in there already so three go in at a time, maximum, you hear me? Three more. Maximum.” A chorus of nods were their answers, although the nurse knew they wouldn’t actually listen. So far that seemed to be the running theme with this particular group of survivors. “Alright… go ahead.” She’d leave them to it anyway.

Wasn’t her job to enforce the rules.

Didn’t even need to look to see damn near all of them tried to get in the moment she rounded the corner out of sight.

[peachesvanilla]

Dancing with a stranger

description: A red string binds soulmates together, it never breaks or cut or dies down. In a world of pure love and hookups, what if your soulmate turns out to be the person you least expected? What if that person is your professor? Amidst desperation and constant reminder of the red string tying them together, will it get its happy ending or ends up in chaos or worst, with a hook up.

pairings: Baekhyun x reader (a surprise pairing if there's gonna be another part)

genres: angst, soulmate au, professor!Baekhyun, student!reader, age gap

warnings: unedited

taglist: @archernarbeta

part-1

I thought pain was getting scolded by my parents till high school, getting low grades till now. Failing in classes, falling behind everyone is the worst thing one can imagine, no, I can imagine. Never once have I thought that waking up one day to find out I won’t ever get my happy ending will feel like the world crashing.

If soulmates aren’t bound to be one then why are they soulmates? Why will there be a red string attached like a dreaded reminder? 

Ten year old me dreamt of holding hands with my soulmate after reading the fairy tale and walking into the happy ending just like the two soulmates in the story. Red string wrapping around us, air filled with magic, happiness and love. 

Fifteen year old me dreamt of crashing into him and falling into his arms like my parents. Maybe seal the divine meeting with a kiss. Perfect meet. One for the books. 

But as imaginative and hopeful one can be, life always throws you off track. Before him every pain I went through falls short. It ain’t even a single scratch compared to getting ignored by him. 

“Aren’t you coming to class?” Hyejin asks once again, concern written all over her face. “I know what you are going through but,” she holds my arm, “you can’t abandon everything. You need to pass his course to get into another semester.” 

I break away from her touch, sucking in a deep breath. “Yeah. I’ll come.” My voice breaks no matter how hard I try to act strong. It doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t care and now I don’t either. Going to the class must get easier now since a month has passed. I can sit in the class, look at him and not feel like dying. I haven’t known him for twenty one years and I can live without him for another forty. 

Hyejin perks up from getting a positive response. “Really? For real you are going to come into the class with me?” She holds my hand again, a bounce in her legs. “Thank god, I am so worried seeing you pine on him for weeks. I am happy you are getting back on track.”

I nod and she continues giving pep talk. “He ain’t that..” she trails off scratching her temple, “hotshot for you to waste your time on?” 

I snort, who is she kidding? There must be millions of girls ready to give up their soulmates if they can be with him. Even if it’s for only a single day. The girls in his cabin in the pretence of doubts but to just gawk at him some more. 

I flip onto my stomach away from Hyejin, blinking my tears away. The red string glows up the brightest it has ever been. I hate you. 

—

Fellow students standing outside the classroom gasps beside me, cupping their mouths and eyes shining brighter than the sun. I follow their gaze only to end up shattering all the courage I piled up. Mr.Byun is walking down the hallway, streaks of midday sunlight falling on him through the windows bringing out his fierce features more. Sharp eyes trained straight on the classroom, hair perfectly styled yet his authoritative steps makes a strand fall out onto his forehead. 

Hyejin groans and I look down at my shoes, dirt at the edges. We are different. Different age, different world and different perspectives. I can’t do this. I need to go. 

Mr.Byun walks past us before I can slip away and reminds us, “class is starting.”

I turn around and leave. Not today. Some other day I’ll be indifferent to everything about him. 

The red string around my little finger glows brighter, the string stretching more and more as the distance between us grows further. 

I read about the reason behind the sudden glow on the internet after yesterday’s sudden glow. It happens when the other person is thinking about you, not just a mere thought but borderline obsessed. 

I stop in my tracks, staring at it. Why? Why does he think about me when he doesn't even pay attention? It’s the second time. If only I can cut it off or tear it off or make it disappear then the pain will be less. There won’t be any hopes rising. His existence won’t hurt as much. 

—

“You can’t mop around your entire life!” Hyejin slams my room door open. It hits my wall, rattling the photo frames hung on it. “Do you think you are the only one going through it? Getting rejected by the soulmate is so common that the government had to set up campaigns and promote the benefits of being with soulmates.”

I flip over to my right side covering my duvet till my head. I can’t have another day spent listening to her giving a lecture. I already had enough from my parents. 

“God! I can’t with you.” She huffs, dragging my duvet away. “Wake up for fuck’s sake.” 

“Language!” My mother screams from the living room. 

She bites on her tongue before dropping on top of me. I groan under her weight. “You should consider yourself lucky, what if you went into the relationship and broke it off because he can’t understand your jokes due to the age difference. Who wants an old man anyway?”

“Get off.” I shove her to the side and bury myself deeper into the duvet. “We are destined to be, Hyejin. Do you know what that means? Even if he doesn’t know current trends, he will understand what I am feeling, what I am saying and what I,” I sit up, the duvet falling off my head. “am going through. The pain, the heartbreak, everything, everything. I know he knows what I am feeling now and what I want,” I raise my little finger, “because this doesn’t stop glowing.”

Hyejin's face softens, holding my hand she strokes my palm tenderly. “But baby, I heard it goes two ways. You are thinking about him too aren't you? That might be—”

“No.” I shake her hand off me, “you don’t understand. It's not one way. I know he wants to be with me. If not why would he be waiting till now? He could have hooked up with someone,  anyone. He can have girls with a snap of his fingers. But he didn’t.”

Hyejin flinches, averting her eyes away from me. “About that,” she sucks in a deep breath, “this isn’t confirmed but some student claimed that she saw Mr.Byun kissing some woman last saturday.”

“W-wha..” My lips quiver, tears falling down in an endless stream blurring my vision. “I-I do-don’t.. what?” 

She holds my palm pressing it firmly. “And,” her eyes soften as she says, “he wants you to meet him tomorrow.”

It’s too much. Everything is hitting me at once. Finding him, rejection, kissing another girl, wanting to meet. What is he really thinking? I close my eyes, sucking in a long breath. Is there any hope? I don’t think there will be any left. What if he meets me tomorrow and finds me attractive even a little, causing him to change his mind? But he is kissing someone else. That isn’t confirmed yet. 

I clutch my head, too many thoughts, and yet can’t come to one conclusion. Is he, is he playing with me? What if the rumour is true? It hasn’t been that long and yet he is looking for hookups? Does age play that important role? It’s not like I’m an underage girl. 

“You need not have to go.” Hyejin breaks in my train wreck of thoughts, saving me. “You can skip and just bear with him for two more months and we will be done with the semester.”

“I need to think about it.” 

“You don’t have to push yourself.” She pats my hair down. “Just move on from him and,” she points her thumb at my computer, “stop searching for soulmate reconciliation stories. Everyone’s different.” 

I nod not really listening to her. Should I meet him or not? 

—

I pace around the hallway, biting my nails while sneaking anxious glances at the closed cabin door. The cabin area is eerily silent today, amplifying the sound of my heart beat. What if he changed he is not there or worse what if he is occupied with some other girl. 

The door to his cabin opens up with a squeak, startling me out of my anxieties. “Come in.” Mr. Byun leaves the door open, not before his eyes run all over my face. Did his eyes turn droopier than they have already been. 

He sits on the edge of the table, clasping his hands on his lap. His shoulders sagged, a small smile on his pink lips and bags under his eyes. His entire room smells of a mix of vanilla and something stronger than the delicate vanilla.  

“Have a seat.” He pushes the chair beside his legs, patiently waiting for me. 

I settle down on the chair, waiting for him to speak. Please be good news. Tell me you are going to be my man. Please. Please, I beg fate with my entire heart in utter desperation. 

Mr.Byun gives a painful half smile like he heard my prayers. “How are you doing?” 

The unimpressed thin line of his lips, his jumpy attention from me to the door leaves me with scenarios bugging my mind. Why is he constantly looking at the door? Does he want me to leave already? Or is he scared someone might walk in? 

The thought alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth, my chest feels stuffy and my heart doesn’t slow down for a second. I clutch the chair handle in hopes of some support will help me in staying still and not lose my sight and ball up. 

Mr.Byun frowns at my hand holding the handle, he chews on his lower lip. “Are you okay?”

“Why did you want to meet me, Mr.Byun?” I level my voice, straightening up and faking my confidence. I can’t let him see more of my pathetic state than I already displayed the last few days. 

He blinks in surprise, opens his mouth and closes a few times. He sighs, his shoulders slouching and addresses the main reason he called me in for. “I felt like a jerk after treating you harshly when I.. when we…” his eyes fall on his pinky finger, the red string comes to life, to the other end wrapped around mine, “found out.” 

His voice falls to a whisper like sharing a secret even the walls shouldn’t hear. My heart tears a little on the edges. 

“Only then?” I raise my chin, looking straight in his eyes. “What about now?” 

He averts his attention to the wall behind me. “You need to understand me too, kiddo. We are like years apart,” he flails his hands around lost in explanation, “I wasn’t expecting this, more like, you to be my partner.”

My heart tears more and more with every word leaving his mouth. 

He gasps realising his true feelings slipped out. “I-I.. didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just read somewhere that fate pairs people who complement each other.”

He slides down from the table, his thigh brushes my arm in the process. My heart tingles at the touch, a wave of calmness spreads across me, my shivering hands pause. I close my eyes feeling the peace even for a second. 

I opened my eyes, surprised to see him standing close to me, staring at my hand. He shifts from one leg to another, cupping his mouth with one hand and holding his waist in another. Did he feel the same too? 

Will he feel a little different about me now? 

Mr.Byun walks away from me, running his hands through his perfectly styled hair. “We don’t complement each other.” 

I stare at his back, the tips of his hair poking his neck, the hints of broad shoulders when he flexes his hand, the perfectly tailored suit to his body proportions. No matter how I look at him, he is the one filling every check of the person I imagined my soulmate to be. 

“We don’t.” I lied. 

He doesn’t say anything and just stands near the door of his cabin. I dip my head, a few tears fall onto my lap. This is the end, isn’t it? He wants to have the last talk and end everything. 

“We can’t be together,” his voice is barely a whisper. “We are standing on opposite sides, kiddo, we can’t ever cross our paths.” He turns to me, leaning on the door. “This isn’t meant to be. We aren’t meant to be.” 

I nod. 

“I hope you find someone with whom you can live happily, without any constraints.” Please stop talking. “You can find love outside too. There are so many who did.” 

“That’s for me to decide, Mr.Byun.” I draw the line. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He rubs his nape, “yeah. I… wish you happiness. And please attend the classes and submit assignments. Extra credit assignments won’t be of any help anymore considering your score now.” 

I nod. 

“Do you have anything to say?” 

I stared at the side of his neck which became visible from his movements. “Cover your hickeys.” 

I pick my bag and march to the door. He gulps. “Move.” I ordered. He does. “Asshole.” Tears cascaded down my cheeks and didn't stop till I reached home. 

That night I decided to erase the line I have drawn around me. I sent a text to my friend. 

Wanna go clubbing? 

[asofterhibou]

my brain is fried tonight so I can't write anything coherent, so just to say that I read the chronicles of narnia as a kid and loved them, but haven't really reread them since (which maybe sometimes is for the best, for books you read as a kid) so my memory of them is shaky, but I do remember the scene where they're sailing on a ship into darkness and find a terrified man in the water who says that they're approaching the island where dreams come true - no, not daydreams, *dreams*. and everyone takes a sec to remember the worst dream they've ever had and starts panicking, total chaos, turn the boat around, and things start going bad, and then an albatross who is also God lands on the mast and says to Lucy, "courage, dear heart." Famous scene, famous line. The ship escapes the darkness. and while my feelings on the narnia books have definitely, let's say, become more complex over time, I do still like that scene. and I do still like its echo and its retelling in the Magicians, where the ship sails into darkness, and Quentin goes to the edge in that darkness, to stare into the water, and no albatross appears but Benedict does, and reminds him that he's not alone.

[growwithmeastrology]

Thursday, July 11th 2024

Sun in Cancer ♋️🌊 Moon in Virgo ♍️🌎 and Libra ♎️💨

We have a lot of big transits today. Love is in the air with almost every transit today. Are you feeling it?

Moon trine Mars

Moon in Virgo trine Mars in Taurus is the perfect time to act on your instincts and explore desires of the heart, creativity and even take some financial risks as it activates attraction, passion and desire. If you want it, go and get it. Especially in relationships. Let your intuition guide you towards your heart's desires with this new found courage.

Venus trine Neptune

With Venus in Cancer trine Neptune (r) in Pisces we get more opportunities for romance as we fantasize and daydream of our ideal partner or just simply romanticizing our ideal life. This is another great aspect for creative pursuits. Encounters during this time take on a dreamy or surreal quality. Just be careful not to overly do it. Discernment is key at this time. Neptune tends to bring on the rose colored glasses. Combined with the God of love and fertility, everything looks wonderful. Watch out for illusions. When this trine is over, reality steps in and knocks you off that cloud.

Venus enters Leo

Venus is busy today and is about to bring in the glam. Tonight she moves into the sign of Leo for the next few weeks, giving everything a glow up. Romance isn't just in the air, it's taking center stage. Spending habits tend to get extravagant, creativity gets an even bigger boost and confidence shatters the glass ceiling. It's a great time for outings, road trips or just feeling like a kid again with those you love! Expect showers of affection and even old flames trying to creep back in so don't forget to check your heart. Leo might rule the jungle, but even lions need a little tender loving care. Romance and passion don't always equal love.

Moon enters Libra

The Libra Moon is all about finding purpose in creating harmony, whether in personal relationships, through artistic expression, or by contributing to peace and fairness in groups or community. We seek balance, beauty and justice with our emotions under Libra's influence. Relationship to others it's important as we realize how others see us, or wise up to a trait that impacts others. It's a time for love, friends, and also for intense encounters.

Moon trine Uranus

With the Libra Moon trine Uranus in Taurus, you may feel a twitch or a feeling of anticipation that something is about to happen. Libra and Taurus are both ruled by Venus. With all this Venusian influence, big things are just around the corner. This transit brings change and excitement to your private

life without causing upset and chaos. Trust your intuition, and don't be afraid to act impulsively.

Mars conjunct Uranus

We have a lot of big energies stirring in the background that could completely change the landscape of our lives. One of the biggest ones rolling in is the Mars and Uranus conjunction in Taurus going exact on Monday but it's worth noting now. We haven't felt this energy in two years. Did you do something then that turned everything on its head? Well, it's happening again. Expect big changes in yourself, your life or on the world's stage as this one tends to bring in big changes or

unpredictable events.

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Learn more about your personal energies and how the forecast affects you! Comment below or DM me for a consultation.

[zaptrapp]

Ea’s Bad Batch Finale Rant

Here we go, doing this as I’ve done for ep.1. Of course SPOILERS AHEAD for the last episode (sigh, it’s all done and gone isn’t it?). Warning, this is going to be chaotic and emotional... so yeah, deal with it haha.

The intro… the eerie music… chills.

Is something bad about to happen or…?

Please leave Wrecker alone.

WRECKER NO

We are not starting on a good note, why’s Wrecker so beaten up???

This is not good, I’m not good.

I mean I know why, because of last ep beast, but c'mon why Wrecker...

“Clone Force 99 ended when Tech died” fuck If I’m not crying wow….

Crosshair shaking so much… nah I’m out already what the fuck is this.

Crosshair wanting to sacrifice himself, YO CHILL?!?

Hunter please discipline your children.

Dr. Hemlock x Rampart or did I just imagine the sexual tension?

But what if...

Enemies to lovers Dr. Hemlock x Rampart lmao please someone, anyone?

Kids please beat the shit out of miss Dr. PLEASE KIDS!

Omega being so smart, her character development, the courage! SLAY GIRLIE

FREE THE ZILLO YUP

now we're talking

"Is it Omega's or Echo's handiwork?".... "Omega's." LMAO they know Echo doesn't fuck around that much hahaha

Emerie i give you one last chance.

green kid I feel you so much, I'm also afraid of heights hahah

here we go with the Incredible 4 (aka the super clones? enhanced clones? brainwashed clones? whatever....)

they give off a lot of "Avengers Unite!" vibe

ready to slay aren't we?

When I said slay I didn't mean slay the bad batch, just to be clear.

annd Hunter is a goner

Annnnd Crosshair is a goner too i guess?

WHAT THE FUCK NOT THE HAND???

Creepiest point the show has ever been what the actual fuck is this supposed to be a children show?

Yup Wrecker is done too.

Yo the scene where Emerie and Echo see his squad being taken away. I got chills, you can fucking see his reaction, the shock.

ECHO SLAY YESSSS ECHO THE OG ARC TROOPER HERE WE GO

Emerie don't fuck this up and get those kids to safety thank you.

CLONE RESCUE HAPPENING RN I'M NOT GOOD

Nala Se and Rampart too?! slay

Omg Rampart stfu for one second or just go away you're useless anyway

Not the squad being tortured

HUNTER NOOOOOOO

"We'll survive, but you won't" -> OOOOOOHHFFFFFFUUUUCK

Hunter be mine

Oh wow Nala Se I see where you're going with this.

Kamikaze?

Too bad we didn't have more Hemlock x Rampart interactions, boyfriend died, sad.

Aaaaaand 2 are down.

Bye Rampart and Nala Se, you actually were on my dead bad batch bingo list.

Rest In Peace Nala Se🙏🏻 you got redeemed.

Rest in Sass you bitching ass imperial Rampart 🖕🏻

UH Hemlock this was such a bitchy thing to do.

and here goes the chaos

Wrecker is so fucking menacing. HE IS PISSED

OK WRECKER IS MAD MAD and also scary scary now…

Hunter with that spear makes me feel things.

Uhhh he got it coming from a mile away

And Clone CX-2 is down….

So, uhhhh…. That wasn’t Tech uh……

So….

Tech was….

….Dead dead?

Like actually dead this whole time?

Fuck.

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS COMMANDER CODY PLEASE RELEASE HIS FROM HIS CAGE

NO ECHO fuck god

“Take a shot everytime the bad batch is on the verge of getting killed”

-> not me being absolutely wasted and with my nerves asking for mercy

Please Hunter, Crosshair, kill that bitch ass Hemlock

major disney villain vibe in the storm with the hostage secured to his wrist yada yada...

"DROP YOUR BLASTERS" well well well

Why is Hemlock’s screaming voice kinda sexy tho

I'm so sorry for what I've just said.

WET HAIR HUNTER FUCKING THANK YOU I can die now

CROSSHAIR PLEASE bciakwnfbhc I’m dying too here

You can do it YES you can do it

Crosshar leaning on Hunter like he did with Tech in the clone wars season 7 HAHAHAHA YUUUUP I've been fed.

Uh that was personal

Guys... that's enough. Yup I-I think he's dead now. Yes, definitely gone. Uh, you can stop shooting, he's cold. He also just fell off a cliff... HE DEAD DEAD!

evil space imperial boyfriends reunited in hell

The way Omega chooses to hug Crosshair first, as a DadHunter! stan I feel a bit betrayed but comprehensible… he just saved her not missing the shot.

with one hand tooo, kudos

group hug I'm so teary

Wait so they did it?

THEY’RE OFF PLANET!??

AND THEY ALL SURVIVED?

Oh wow I bet my money on Hunter and Crosshair to die but I was wrong?? This is… refreshing.

Look at them kids!! And the clone cadets, and the rescued clones!!!

EMERIE AND ECHO YESSSS

Look at them all cozy and happy

Nah Echo my man where are you going?

Rex mention pt. 2 or something...

Rex should have been there in the finale but ok i guess... a bit disappointed but still

Nah Echo should have been there for the last shot.

It’s over uh?

look at them, finally happy and free. WE DID IT.

WAIT NO IT ISNT OVER YET???

Not the flash forward I cannot handle it

Ok Pabu!?

YOUNG ADULT OMEGA fuck yesssss

oh she looks awesome

IS THAT HUNTER'S BANDANA

deceased. dead on the ground. dead like hemlock.

NOT OLD HUNTER LIKE THIS IM DEAD ON THE GROUND DECEASED IM FUCKING CRYING OH WOW

OMEGA IS SO GROWN UP

She’s a rebel pilot

"You're our kid" I'M SCREAMING

he chose to be a dad, I knew it

She chose to keep fighting

TECH'S GOGGLES THIS IS SUCH A FOUL MOVE

They should have included Wrecker and Crosshair in this where are they??

But also it’s as it began, Hunter and Omega and their father-daughter bond

“Bye dad, imma be a pilot and save the galaxy” aka “imma move out from the basement and live on my own”

Oh Hunter you’re an old man now…. My heart is aching but also it means he got to live a peaceful life until the rest of his days.

the beard, the long hair, the gray hair.... i wonder how crosshair and wrecker are doing? and echo?? and howzer? AND CODY?

like you cannot leave me like this? hello?

This is gone full circle now.

Well….

Goodbye Bad Batch! It’s been a pleasure!

(I’m still crying)