#SORRY FOR RAMBLING SO LONG AND GETTING LITERALLY NOWHERE

[anghraine]

It's wild to me that I had heard of the prime Kirk/Spock content in various TOS episodes long before I saw them, but had never heard of what IMO is the shippiest moment of all thus far, in an interestingly O_o goddamn I do not want whatever you two have but you do you?? holy shit though what a moment way.

I'm of course referring to the otherwise rather mid episode "Requiem for Methuselah," in which Kirk has an underwritten love affair with a clueless woman whose various secrets have to be discovered before her inevitable death.

At one point in this relationship, her.......uh, guardian??? sort of???????? had Spock play the piano while she and Kirk waltzed, which (in-story) Spock did perfectly while somehow managing to silently exude even more intensity than usual. After the plot (and her life) were over, we end not with the usual cheerful bit of snark on the bridge that ends most episodes, but with a weary Kirk falling asleep with his head on his arms and Spock hovering not for away. McCoy exposits the last bit of detail and then goes on an unprompted and honestly pretty viciously racist speech about how Spock, unlike Kirk, will never suffer from the joys and travails of love because of his inherent lack of feeling as a Vulcan. The speech is longer than usual and just really mean-spirited as McCoy waxes rhapsodic about all the aspects of passionate true love that Spock will not and cannot experience as a Vulcan before he just leaves.

Spock then turns to look at Kirk, and now just bleeding intensity, takes a few slow, deliberate steps towards the sleeping Kirk, lays his hand against Kirk's cheek and neck, and then very obviously mind melds with the sleeping Kirk while murmuring, "Forget."

Is this healthy respectful behavior that honors Kirk's autonomy? No, obviously. Is it god-tier repressed homoerotic passion between two people who should probably just work their issues out and stop inflicting themselves on anyone else? Yes.

[marclef]

THE EYHM COLLECTION GROWS!!!! managed to make some space without having to move too much so they can all be together!!

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[solxamber]

Read the male incubus reader and it was so good BEHEBEBENEJEJ your so talented omg

If you can do anything else similar to that again, just a very teasing reader that knows how to fluster literally anyone of the main boys I'd be on my hands and knees cause BSBSBSA it's so good.

May you rest well pookie cause you deserve it 💪

thank you!! and sorry for the extremely long wait </3

Housewardens x Tease! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle’s face turns the shade of his hair the moment your sly words slip from your lips. He tries to maintain composure, but his rigid posture betrays his inner turmoil.

“Y-you can’t just say things like that!” he stammers, voice wavering as he desperately adjusts his tie to buy time. You lean in slightly, resting your chin in your hand, eyes sparkling with mischievous glee.

“Oh? And what exactly did I say, Rosehearts? You’ll have to be specific. Otherwise, how will I know what to stop?”

Riddle sputters, gripping his teacup like it’s the last thing grounding him. “H-Have some decorum!”

You only laugh, knowing full well he’ll be replaying this moment for the rest of the week.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona scoffs when you start teasing, but the way his ears twitch betrays how much your words are getting to him.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he grumbles, trying to look annoyed.

“Clever? Oh, no. I’m just observant,” you reply, your tone dripping with mock innocence. “Like how your tail flicks every time I say your name like this—Leona.”

His eyes narrow, and he leans back with a growl. “You’ve got a death wish.”

“And you’ve got a cute blush,” you say with a grin.

Leona throws a pillow at you, grumbling about "annoying herbivores," but you can tell he doesn’t mean it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul prides himself on his ability to negotiate, but you’ve got him fumbling like a first-year.

“Careful, Ashengrotto,” you tease, watching him adjust his glasses for the tenth time. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were nervous.”

“I-I am not nervous!” he protests, his voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing.

“Oh? Then why are you blushing?” you ask, leaning in with a smirk.

Azul stammers, frantically flipping through the paperwork on his desk. “I-I have important matters to attend to! Y-you’re dismissed!”

You laugh as you leave, knowing he’s going to be thinking about this for days.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim’s laughter is infectious, but even he can’t hide how flustered he gets under your teasing.

“You’re too sweet, Kalim,” you say, resting your chin in your hand. “Almost makes me want to keep you all to myself.”

Kalim’s eyes widen, and he fumbles with the rings on his fingers. “W-wait, really? You’d want that?”

“Of course,” you reply with a playful smirk. “Who wouldn’t?”

His face lights up like a firework, and he starts rambling. “You’re amazing! I mean, wow, I didn’t expect—wait, you’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

You laugh, and Kalim joins in, even as his face remains flushed.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil tries to brush off your teasing with grace, but even he isn’t immune to your charm.

“You’re stunning as always, Vil,” you say, your voice dripping with sincerity. “It’s almost unfair to the rest of us.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he replies, though the faint blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

“Oh, but I think it will,” you counter, leaning closer. “After all, you deserve to be reminded of how perfect you are.”

Vil’s composure slips for a moment, and he clears his throat. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” you reply with a wink, leaving Vil behind to regain his composure.

Idia Shroud

Idia’s hair flares neon pink the moment you start teasing, and he looks like he’s about to combust.

“Wow, Idia, you’re really cute when you’re blushing,” you say, leaning in with a smirk.

“C-cute?! Me?!” he stammers, tugging at the strings of his hoodie. “T-that’s not—I mean—w-what are you even saying?!”

“Just the truth,” you reply, watching as his hair flickers nervously.

Idia buries his face in his hands. “I’m going to die. This is it. I’m dead.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s a fun death,” you reply, and Idia groans, hiding even further in his hoodie.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is used to admiration tinged with fear, but your teasing catches him completely off guard.

“You know, Malleus, you’ve got this whole dark and brooding thing down, but I bet you’d look even cuter if you smiled more.”

Malleus blinks, clearly taken aback. “Do you truly think so?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you reply, stepping closer. “In fact, I might just have to make it my mission to see you smile every day.”

Malleus’s lips twitch upward for a brief moment before he clears his throat, his usual regal composure slipping. “You are... most peculiar.”

“And you’re most adorable when flustered,” you reply, and Malleus stares at you, clearly unsure of how to respond.

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[featherspiral]

why Asriel? I mean I really like Asriel too, I am just curious on why you personally like him so much.

I dano ur gonna have to ask 10 yr old me on this one

yeah idk man essentially I just think if the very experience of playing this game and it's major themes were translated into a character study he is the ultimate subject <- (this is why hes my fav but this is also now my thesis for the derailed rambles below)

(this is about to be VERY nonsensical and all over the place)

no but for real. I actually kind of find it difficult to put into words just whyyy it is I like my favorite character (at any given time) so much... it definetly helps a lot that I have that nostalgia from 9 years ago but if I were to play undertale for the very first time today he'd absolutely still be my favorite. I think he's pretty much one of (if not) the best video game villains ever, particularily because his story could not work and exist in other media forms. at least to nowhere NEAR the impact.

obviously you hear a lot about how he acts as a mirror to you as the player, which yes holy peak. my god perfectly done. but the part that REALLYY sells his character to me, and my favorite aspect of this, is how the game essentially baits you into falling down the exact same path he did (and probably even faster than he did) by just.. promising more. its a short game, not so short you don't have to be invested, but not long enough for you to actually feel totally and fully satisfied with just one playthrough.

undertale is completely designed for replayability- it reads you up and down and fully anticipates that you WILL play this more than once. assuming the route of the average blind player is neutral -> pacifist -> genocide, if you were receptive to the game and, in a sense, played along and took this world and the characters seriously, neutral will probably leave you with much to be desired. it let's you get attached to these characters, but ends so unsatisfyingly. makes you wonder what would happen if you chose differently, especially with flowey (the little guy of the hour) coming in and goading you on to a pacifist ending (which you also learn later that this is part of his oh so evil scheme to keep you around forever). and if your receptiveness let you actually find yourself caring about the ending these characters get, you WILL replay the game to see it through and get the good ending.

ultimately in the pacifist ending toby fox decides to spend a solid 20 minutes making you feel really sorry for asriel, only for him to then be the only character you cannot truly give a good ending. and usually, most people (ive seen) are just shocked at how emotional this little game made them feel and how much they realized they cared about these little guys. and even though you did all that to get the good, preferable ending, you boot up the game again because you dont really want to let those emotions you just felt go. and flowey is there to ask you NOT to do it, because, isn't this what you just fought to stop him from doing?? and it's something he no longer wants- he's stopped seeing chara as the only possible vehicle to his own (self defined) redemption, and hes divorced that projection of the "perfect friend" from frisk, choosing instead to see them as not only their own person, but someone else he needs to let go.

your inability to let this world (that you've expressly chosen to take seriously) carry on in its most desirable ending is what will eventually lead you to try and milk all the possible content out of it, to the point of killing everyone you possibly can just to see what will happen. obviously that's wording it pretty dramatically (i literally replay geno all the time for funsies and i like to fight sans LOL) but I'm just trying to ham up the point that this is practically BAR FOR BAR what flowey says as he recounts how he came to be so bored and apathetic.

it was your own love for the game that made it stop feeling "real" to you, as the more you replay the game, the more dialogue you skip through, the less you truly engage with it. it's kind of an endless cycle of ever diminishing returns to try and replicate how it once felt. (does this sound awfully familiar to that little guy still is this sounding like that guy to anyone else)

I also think he's just kind of funny he's such an edgy little 10 year old man. everything flowey says and does is so irrevocably tied to who he is and the relationships he had and the fact that when he died he was a little kid being influenced by the most emo human to ever step foot on mt ebott LOL. also I feel like when people look at my page they'd probably instantly assume I think "asriel > flowey" but that quite literally means nothing to me that is a chai tea moment like I know everybody has their own interpretations but for me personally i feel that flowey cannot exist as his own character without acknowledging that he's asriel and how that constantly affects everything about him (as hes pretty much his own foil on purpose) and asriel without flowey is just not so much an interesting character to me.. I just think (and again!! everyone has their own interpretations!!!) (ik people like 2 argue ab this) that the most (personally!!!) compelling way to read him is as one singular, linear person. because like thats what he is. he didn't come back as a flower and immediately hop on that murder sauce, the game just intentionally simultaneously shows you both the very beginning and the tail end of his villain arc without you even realizing you are seeing two ends of the same person's life. I'm losing track I think hahao

yeah anyway I like him ibguess I dunno

[fresitasmoribund]

What Ifs and How It Was

-`♡´- pairing: Poly!Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- summary: A late-night conversation with your best friends—Sirius and Remus—leads to playful confessions. The three of you assume enough time has passed for any romantic feelings to fade. But the awkward silence that follows suggests otherwise.

-`♡´- contains: confessions, kissing

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-`♡´- word count: 3.9k

You’d never believe the whole “friends-of-the-opposite-gender-can’t-exist” nonsense. It always kind of seemed like an excuse. A way for people to justify turning casual friendships into something way more complicated than they needed to be. In fact, you hated hearing it. You always brushed it off with a sigh or an eyeroll. After all, you had plenty of friends who didn’t fit into those narrow definitions. Until that one night.

You weren’t much of a pub-goer, but that night, something strange pulled you there. Maybe it was the dull hum of the city that night. Or maybe it was the promise of a drink you didn’t have to make yourself. Either way, you found yourself tucked into a corner of the first loud, dimly lit place you could find. You nursed a glass and enjoyed the atmosphere, staying just close enough to any brawls for free entertainment, but safely away from getting hurt.

During your little adventure, you stumbled upon a very drunk man, and his very apologetic friend. Actually, it was more like he had stumbled into you – literally.

Sirius Black was an intoxicated mess of long, unruly hair and had the kind of energy that could ripple through the air like static electricity. One minute, you were sipping your drink, minding your own business. The next, you were knocked sideways by a body that practically materialized out of nowhere. You tried to catch your balance but only ended up stumbling backward.

“Shit! Sorry! I didn’t—” His own laughter interrupted him as he tried to untangle himself from you.

Before you could even process the situation, another presence appeared – calm, collected, and letting a string of “sorry”s fall from his lips. Remus Lupin, his sober friend, helped both of you up with a surprisingly gentle grip.

“You alright?” Remus asked, his voice soft but sincere. His eyes roamed over your face with a mix of concern and just a mild amount of amusement. You found yourself nodding before you could even stop yourself.

Sirius, meanwhile, was still rambling apologies, his words tumbling clumsily over each other in a way that made it clear he wasn’t entirely control of his brain at the moment.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to—” He paused, staring at you with wide, doe-like eyes. “But, hey… you’re alright. You look alright. Maybe even better than alright.”

You blinked – slightly confused – before shaking your head with a smile.

“It’s fine. No harm done.” You straightened, brushing yourself off.

He turned toward his partner, his attention already shifting to something else.

“Moony,” he slurred, nudging his shoulder. “Get the beautiful thing a drink, yeah? It’s the least I can do after practically throwing her across the pub.”

Remus gave him a pointed look with a raised eyebrow, but he didn’t object. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket for some cash. A small laugh bubbled up from your throat. The absurdity of it all made you suddenly realize how amiable they both were together.

As Remus went off to grab the drinks, Sirius took a step closer to you. Thinking back on that moment, it had been a little too close, but it felt… oddly natural. He grinned, still a little wild-eyed. You could tell that despite the graceless introduction, he exuded a sort of warmth that was impossible to ignore.

“So,” he started, as if you’d known each other forever, “Why are you at a place like this by yourself, gorgeous?”

It was cheesy, and it was a clear attempt at flirting. You’d find out that the drunker Sirius got, the worse his flirting was. You never let him live it down from that day on. But in that moment, there was something about it – the light in his eyes, the tilt of his head – that made you grin.

Before you could respond, Remus returned with drinks in hand. He was a little bemused by Sirius’ antics but was clearly used to them.

“You alright?” He asked, handing you your drink with a small smile.

You accepted it gratefully, still processing the oddness of the situation. “I think so. I’ve survived worse.”

Remus chuckled softly and stepped back, more comfortable now that the initial awkwardness had faded. Sirius, however, was still standing a little too close to you. His smirk widened as he took in your drink and then glanced at Remus.

“See?” Sirius said, raising his glass. “I’m not completely abysmal.”

Laughter passed between the three of you, the unexpected bond sinking in quietly.

Even then, you still had the firm belief that you could strictly stay platonic with friends of the opposite gender. They couldn’t count, right? For starters, there were two of them. And, you quickly learned, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were an inseparable package deal.

Okay, maybe you did have a crush on both of them at one point. But it was almost like they actively tried to make it impossible for someone not to be at least a little infatuated by them. Remus had a quiet charm—the kind that lingered in his soft-spoken words and surprising wit. His pensive gaze always carried an air of controlled intensity. It felt like he was trying to understand you down to your very soul – but never in a way that felt invasive. He carried himself with a reserved elegance, shoulders slightly hunched. If you ever had the pleasure of picking up on a mumbled retort of his, you were sure to laugh. The scars that crossed his face only added to the enigmatic air of mystery around him. He was always your source of calm – perfectly balancing Sirius’ chaos.

Sirius was a natural flirt – his beauty so striking it was almost cruelly unfair. He carried himself with a confidence that tipped toward arrogance, but never quite fell over. That was thanks to the way he could charm the socks off anyone in a heartbeat. He tended to look at people like he could eat them alive if he wanted to – in a violent and sexual way. Everything about him was larger than life – his laugh, his humor, his confidence – and it was hard not to be swept up in his orbit.

They didn’t shy away from touching, either. Sirius didn’t seem to know the meaning of personal space – always draping himself over the nearest friend he could find. He’d sit too close, his thigh squished against yours. Or he would lean in too close to make a point, lips quirking into that devilish smirk whenever he noticed your cheeks flushing. And Remus, although more reserved and respectful, was the kind of person who would grab your hips to gently move past you. Or he’d kneel in the middle of the pavement to tie your shoe before you even realized it had come undone.

There were loads of times that you could have justified having a crush on them.

Like that one time you’d walked straight into a pole, and while Sirius was laughing his ass off, Remus wore a worried look on his face.

“You alright, love?” he whispered, his hands tentative as they cupped your face, tilting it gently to inspect for any damage. His touch was warm, and for that brief moment, the whole world seemed to fade away. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed the comfort until it was there.

But it wasn’t just his hands or the softness of his voice. It was the way his brow creased in genuine concern for you, his amber eyes scanning yours as though searching for something deeper than a bruise.

“You had me scared for a second. Can’t have you broken just yet, can we?” His lips curled into a smile, his thumb gently brushed against your cheek.

You managed a sheepish laugh, waving him off with a dismissive, “I’m fine.” But even as you spoke, he remained. His hands fell from your face to your shoulders, steadying you. Sirius grinned, striding over to you both.

“Oi, let me coddle her too.” Before you could react, he slung an arm over your shoulders and pressed his cheek to the side of your head. “You’re alright, love, aren’t you? Say it’s so, for my sake.”

Or that time you’d brought Sirius a drink at a party.

He was talking someone’s ear off when you found him – gesturing wildly as he launched into a tirade. It wasn’t unusual for him to dominate a conversation. His voice was always a little louder than necessary, and his laugh could cut through the room like a knife. He was magnetic, in that way only Sirius could be.

You didn’t even think about it as you grabbed his empty cup and swapped it for a fresh one. You slid it into his hand so seamlessly that it took him a moment to notice. But he always notices when you do something.

When it seemed he finally did, he stopped mid-sentence. He glanced at the new cup and then at you with a look of exaggerated delight, like you’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket. Without missing a beat, he grabbed your face – careful not to spill his drink on you – and planted a big, dramatic kiss on your cheek.

“Oh, I just love you, darling,” he beamed, eyes sparkling with mischief.

And then, just like that, he turned back to his conversation. He picked up right where he’d left off, as if nothing had happened.

How could anyone not be totally, madly in love with them?

… Definitely not you. That’s for sure.

Your feelings seemed to die down when they began dating each other about a year into the blossoming friendship the three of you shared. It was only a matter of time for them, and you knew that. They shared a longer history, and, truthfully, you had assumed they were already a couple when you first met them. You had even offered advice to both men on how to approach the topic with each other. You were happy for them, and despite the coupling, there was never a time the three of you weren’t together. The dynamic didn’t change much, either. Well, aside from those moments when you’d step out of the room for only a second and come back to Sirius practically devouring Remus’ face.

The soft, creamy glow of the table lamp illuminated a small portion of the room they had designated as yours after purchasing a flat together. Sirius is sprawled casually on top of Remus, his chin resting on his folded arms. You are next to them, propped up on your side, a pillow tucked beneath your elbow.

While Sirius casually leaned into teasing you as he often did, Remus just… was. The way his hand subconsciously finds its way into Sirius’ hair, twirling a lock between his fingers, spoke volumes without either of them acknowledging it. You knew them both like the back of your hand – their habits and quirks as familiar as your own heartbeat. But in those quiet moments, you’d find yourself wondering what it would’ve been like if the timing had been different. What if you were a little braver?

No. You are grateful for what you have now.

“Remember our first impressions?” Sirius asks suddenly.

Oh, that’s right. The anniversary of that night was coming up. The three of you had been friends for three years now – three years since that night at the pub. Three years of shared moments and laughter.

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, you tripped over me and nearly knocked me out cold.”

Sirius grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s not how I remember it. I’m pretty sure I was just making a graceful entrance, and you were too starstruck to see me coming.”

You roll your eyes, and Remus chuckles beneath Sirius, the heat of his hand still resting in his boyfriend’s hair.

“You were a drunk and clumsy fool,” Remus says tenderly and full of affection.

Sirius shrugs melodramatically with a sigh. “Alright, maybe I was a little clumsy. But I’m glad we did have our little run in with each other. I’m pretty sure you were already in love with her by then.”

You freeze.

Remus stiffens, but Sirius is undeterred.

“Moony and I have talked about this, and I think enough time has gone by for this to not be as awkward, but…” He pauses for dramatic effect, turning his head toward you, a sly grin on his face. “I actually had a crush on you.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you fight to keep your jaw from dropping. You were certainly caught off gourd by the sudden confession. You chuckle, brushing it off with a teasing shake of your head.

“Oh, come on. You’re just messing with me.”

Sirius’ grin stretches wider, and he looks like he’s not going to back down.

“I’m serious,” he insists, though the humor still sparkles in his eyes.

“Not this again.” Remus groans.

But Sirius only looked more pleased with himself. “Oh, don’t act like you weren’t gone for her too, Moony.”

Your breath catches in surprise. The comment he made about Remus being in love with you after the first meeting – you thought he meant it as a joke. Your eyes flick toward his face, where he held an unreadable expression.

“What? You’re telling me you had a crush on me too?”

“Oh, you definitely had him wrapped around your little finger.” Sirius raises his head from his arms to narrow his eyes at you before turning to Remus. “Remember that time—early on—when she fixed your tie for you?”

Remus closes his eyes briefly, silently begging a higher power to take him away as his face turns red. You fight the urge to bury your face in your hands.

“You remember that, right? I saw you. You practically turned to stone when she did that. That was the moment I knew.”

“Sirius, please…” Remus lets out an exasperated sigh, but you can see the edges of his lips twitching upward.

You can’t help but smile at the easy camaraderie between the two of them. It was one of the things you love most about being with them – how natural and effortless it all felt.

“Alright, fine. Maybe I did.” He finally looks at you before returning to stare at Sirius. “Can we move on now?”

“That’s so crazy,” you say, fighting back a big smile. “I remember having a little thing for you two as well.”

The laughter that followed filled the room, the three of you lost in the silliness of the confessions. But as the laughter gradually fades, a sudden silence blankets the space. It wasn’t uncomfortable—quite the opposite, actually—but it carries an undercurrent of something deeper.

When what you revealed finally sinks in, you think you must have misheard yourself. What you said was a joke you hadn’t realized you were about to make, right? You weren’t sure if the sudden heat in your cheeks was from the admission or the way the air in the room had shifted so subtly that it was almost imperceptible. It was as if the past three years of friendship, of teasing, of little moments like these, had all been stripped of their platonic certainty and were now clouded by scrawls of “What if?”

The silence is so thick you can almost hear your heartbeat echo in your ears. The room feels suffocating with the weight of unspoken feelings – as if the walls themselves are holding their breath.

You exchange a glance with Sirius. He’s not looking at you with the usual carefree glint—there’s something else buried beneath it now. Something that makes you think twice before meeting Remus’ gaze. He’s looking at you too, but his eyes are softer, more searching than you’ve ever seen before.

In the stillness, you can hear Sirius’ fingers drumming lightly against Remus’ shoulder. Then it stops, and the sound fades to be replaced by the thrum of your own pulse in your throat. Remus’ breathing slows, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls with a rhythm that seems too deliberate than it should.

Your gaze flits between them. Back to Sirius, then Remus. The question hovers in the air, and even though it’s unspoken, it’s painfully palpable. It’s a question you’ve been trying not to ask for the past few years. It’s one that lingers in the corners of your mind every time they look at you like this.

Then, just as the moment stretches taut and thick, Sirius breaks the silence in the only way he can. His voice is casual – too light – almost too loud for the moment.

“Well, that’s enough emotional exposure for one night!”

He rolls off Remus, flopping onto the bed and causing the springs to protest. His hair spills across the pillow, messy from where he had been lying on top of Remus. The tension that has been building up snaps like a rubber band that’s been pulled too tight. It’s broken—but not completely gone.

You can’t help but notice how Sirius’ cheek is flushed with something more than just playful exhaustion, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. He stares at the ceiling in contemplative wonder before he distracts himself by kicking his feet up into the air.

Remus’ gaze is still on you. He looks at you, a beat too long, like there’s something he wants to say but can’t find the words for.

Before either of you say a word, Sirius is already pulling him back into the moment. With a theatrical sigh, he drops an arm around Remus’ chest, yanking him into an easy, lighthearted conversation again. The three of you move on as if the confessions hadn’t resurfaced feelings you thought had vanished a long time ago.

The room is dark, save for the weak glow of the moon filtering through the windows. You can’t sleep. The silence is suffocating, its heaviness too distracting to lull you into sleep. You’ve been staring at the ceiling for far too long.

You can’t take it anymore.

You throw the blanket off you with a frustrated huff and slip out of bed. The cold floor grounds you slightly as you head for the door. Maybe a glass of water – or two – could satiate the drought in your throat.

 You pad carefully toward the kitchen, instinctually trying not to wake them, knowing both are probably already asleep in their room. The hallway feels endless, your footsteps muffled against the cool wood beneath you. But as you pass their door, something stops you.

A voice.

You freeze, eyeing the light that filters from the space between the door and the floorboards, because maybe your ears were deceiving you. The voice is low, almost too faint to make out. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, you tell yourself – but your feet betray you. You move before you can stop it, drawing closer, until you’re standing close enough to hear. Your heart is racing in your chest.

“Pads, it’s not that simple,” Remus’ voice comes, steady and low.

Sirius huffs from the other side of the room, the sound of the sheets rustling in the quiet.

“It’s exactly that simple, Moony. We just… we tell her.”

Remus sighs in a way that tells you the weight of his thoughts—of this apparent proposition—is pulling him down. “At two in the morning? I think she’d appreciate not being woken up to… this.”

“Because we’ll keep putting it off otherwise!” Sirius’ voice rises before hushing again. He’s trying to gather the right words, being left frustrated but determined. “I can’t keep doing this, Remus. I can’t keep looking at her and pretending like I don’t want—like we don’t want…” His voice trails off, the vexation lacing every word, the quiet desperation in his tone is unmistakable.

Your stomach flips. They’re talking about you, aren’t they?

“I hate it.” He continues. “Feeling this way and not saying anything. It’s like it’s going to rip me apart, and I know you feel the same. Don’t you?”

Silence takes place again, then Remus’ voice breaks the quiet.

“Of course I do, Pads. But what if…”

Your chest tightens. What if? What if what?

There’s a creak of the bed. Then Sirius’ voice intensifies again, louder now. “No. No more of this. Let’s just go talk to—”

“Sirius, it’s the break of d—”

The door swings open.

You don’t have time to step back. You freeze – caught – and there he is. Sirius. Standing in the doorway, his hair tousled, his grey eyes widening as they meet yours.

With no warning, he steps forward. His hands find your face as he pulls you into him. His lips crash against yours with a fierce intensity that you’ve come to expect from Sirius Black.

The kiss is sudden, messy, and it knocks all the breath from your lungs. It feels like lightening, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. His lips are demanding and desperate, with an undeniable tenderness guiding them too. He sighs against your mouth, his shoulders relaxing as he leans into you. You can’t breathe – can’t think. Everything is buzzing, spinning, and all you can focus on is Sirius.

When he finally pulls back, he huffs in satisfaction.

“There,” he says, as if he’s finally put everything to rest. His hands fall from your face, but his gaze lingers.

Behind him, you can hear Remus groan. He rubs a hand over his face in exasperation, through there’s a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “Well, I guess we’re doing this now.”

You blink, still standing there and completely speechless. You’re sure you must be dreaming right now as your mind races. You open your mouth to say something – anything – but Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He turns his head to glance over his shoulder at Remus.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” he says. “You wanted this too.”

Remus raises an eyebrow, attempting to keep his composure. He rises from the bed and steps forward, closing the small gap between the three of you.

“I’d have gone about it differently,” he teases. He pauses, his gaze locking with yours, his smile widening just a fraction. “But… I supposed he’s not entirely wrong.”

You’re nestled between them, the quiet warmth of their bed wrapping all three of you like a cocoon. Sirius’ arm drapes lazily across your stomach as his fingers trace patterns and shapes on an exposed bit of skin. Remus’ hair tickles your jaw as his head rests against your shoulder. Sirius shifts slightly, propping himself up on an elbow to look at you. His stormy eyes flicker with something almost boyish.

“You’re finally ours now,” he says with a satisfied grin.

The words hit you square in the chest, sending a flurry of fluttering wildly in your stomach.

Remus huffs. “Couldn’t have put it more poetically, could you, Pads?”

Sirius snorts and rolls his eyes. “Excuse me for not wanting to keep pretending like we haven’t been living in a ridiculous tension-filled love triangle for the last few years.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Remus mutters while you laugh. He glances at you, his amber eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them.

Sirius leans in with zero hesitation, catching your lips in a kiss. It’s playful but loving, and your lips curve into a smile against his. Pulling back, he flashes you one of those grins that causes your face to heat up. He tilts toward Remus next, with the kiss being slower, and filled with the same easy intimacy that’s always existed between them.

When they part, Remus raises his head from your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He moves, placing another kiss to your cheek, then your temple, his breath warm against your skin.

“Goodnight,” he whispers against your hair.

Sirius’ arm tightens around your waist as Remus’ fingers lace with yours.

[gyupinkys]

BIRDS OF A FEATHER

CHOI SAN X JUNG WOOYOUNG X FEM!READER

As you get up and walk away he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his. Hello, you.

WARNINGS: Sex work(male strippers), unprotected sex, threesome, lots of mxm action, oral sex, double penetration, restraints, handjobs, mentions of violence.

A/N: Takes place directly after "Like Crazy" but can be read as a stand alone. Sorry it took so long :(

As the red lights lining the hallway flash and the sirens blare, San hears the safety bolts on the door turn shut – the facility is going on lockdown. The chaos from whatever was going on stopped the staff from doing their nightly roundups, where they sent patients back to their rooms. The sound of the guard's boots hitting the linoleum floor as they run down the hallway snaps him from his trance. He quickly slips into a supply closet, pushing himself into the corner, waiting for the right moment to leave. The guards run past the room he’s i,n and he slips out, casually walking down the hallway. As the screaming and commotion continue, he walks faster down the hallway towards the door leading to the yard, hoping the disturbance masks what he's about to do. He slips through the door, jogging towards the gap in the fence he discovered a few weeks back. Yes, this was his plan all along, but does he really want to go through with it?  Hesitating, he weighed his options; was he really going to leave this place knowing he had no money, nowhere to go, and nothing to eat? Or does he stay in this shit hole and die? He isn’t able to weigh his options as bullets begin flying toward him. He ducks down and slips through the hole, beginning to sprint through the woods. 

As he maneuvers through the trees he hears a loud thump, followed by a whiny “fuck”. He swiftly turns around to see a head full of black hair writhing on the floor. 

“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, taken aback, ready to take off.

“Are you not going to offer to help me off the floor?” the man pants out.

When he realizes San isn’t going to help him, he gets off the floor, dusting his pants off. “You run really fucking fast dude, holy shit-,” 

“Who the fuck are you?” San asks, pushing the man up against a tree.

“I’m Wooyoung, we literally sit at the same table at lunch,” the man sputters out, voice laced with panic.

“Why are you following me?” he asks his guard  up.

“Who says I’m following you? Maybe you’re just-”

“Shut the fuck up” San seethes out, pushing Wooyoung into the tree harder.

“You know what, I don’t give a fuck just go your own way. I’m not getting caught because of you.”

He lets him go and begins to walk away. He hears footsteps approach him, making him groan. 

“To be fair, I know you don’t know where you’re going. I’m just saying it would be beneficial to have someone by your side.”

“I don’t fucking know you. Get lost.” San says getting frustrated. 

He keeps walking, but Wooyoung runs up to him, beginning to walk next to him.

“You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be out of that shit hole. I’ve been in there for so long. Ugh, they wouldn't even let me go into the courtyard. I mean, just look at the grass, the trees, the birds, how lovely.” Wooyoung rambles on.

San continues to walk, trying to tune out this annoying freak’s rambling. San’s feet are beginning to burn, they've been walking aimlessly for hours, hoping to find a sign of life. The pair finally makes it to a dusty road. The facility was isolated from the rest of society, the only things in the area being a small gas station and a pub. 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Wooyoung jokes. 

San ignores him, walking into the gas station and hearing the bell jingle when Wooyoung enters behind him. San grabs a bag of chips and a beer from the fridge, cracking it open and sipping. He grabs two T-shirts from a shelf, figuring Wooyoung is not leaving his side anytime soon. He looks over his shoulder at Wooyoung eating donuts out of the case. The gas station worker is giving them weird looks, but San looks around for something to threaten the worker with. He finds a metal pipe at the back of the store, and picks it up, ready to rob this place, only to see Wooyoung with one hand in the register and the other pointing towards the wall of cigarettes, seemingly distracting the employee. 

“The fuck is this guy doing?” San whispers under his breath, slowly approaching Wooyoung.

“Ah, actually, I don’t think you guys have it, sorry for the trouble, sweetheart,” Wooyoung says with a charming smirk, shoving the money into his pockets before turning and running off. San drops the pipe and follows, grabbing a sandwich before he jogs through the door.

“Dude, were you seriously going to bash that poor kid's head in? You fucking psycho.”

San gives him a blank look. Is he serious?  “Just shut the fuck up. How much money did you get?” 

Wooyoung pulls out the money and counts it up. A lousy $237. 

“This won’t even last us two weeks.” San sighs.

“C’mon, Debby Downer, have some hope, I have a great idea to make us some money.”

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Wooyoung drags San across the city to his “Bestest of friends” house. After banging on the door for at least five minutes, it finally opens.

“What the fuck? Wooyoung?” the man says, clearly appalled by what he’s seeing.

“Yeosang! Long time no see.” Wooyoung says with a wide smile, pushing past Yeosang and walking into the apartment. 

“What are you- how the fuck- WOOYOUNG?”

San just laughs, nodding at Yeosang and walking into the apartment. 

“I like what you did with the place. Jongho didn’t decorate very nicely since I was last here.” Wooyoung says, immediately foraging in the fridge.

“I didn't do what now?” presumably Jongho asks as he emerges from the hallway.

“Jongho! Hey!” Wooyoung says, going in for a hug.

“Woo what the fuck? How are you here?”

“So many questions, why don’t we just bring the love back?” Wooyoung sighs.

“Wooyoung, you’ve been in a psychiatric ward for two years,” Jongho says slowly, backing away. 

“Yeah, but Sannie here made a run for it and I joined him,” Wooyoung says with a wide smile.

“You were also there?” Yeosang asks with wide eyes, inching closer to the door, likely ready to make a run for it. “Wooyoung you gotta get the fuck out.”

“Why?”

“You’re a fucking psycho. You’ve killed people!” 

“Yeosang chill, I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not fine! You- you- what the fuck?” Jongho blubbers out, stumbling over his words in shock.

“If I knew you guys would react like this, I wouldn’t have come here,” Wooyoung says with a pout, taking a seat on the couch.

“I’m not housing two criminals!”

“Hey, I’m not a criminal,” San speaks up, taking offense to such a bold statement.

“Whatever you are, you need to leave. I’m fucking serious this is nuts.” 

“Listen, we just need a place to crash until we get our shit sorted, then we’ll be out of your hair,” Wooyoung says to Jongho, slowly approaching him.

“Now, I must say I wouldn't want to force your hands. You can’t find some kindness in your heart to house your poor old Woo?” Wooyoung says with a chipper voice, but his body language communicates anything but.  

Jongho glups, his eyes dart to Yeosang. “Y-yea sure, you can take the couch.”

“Great! I’m gonna go take a shower, San, make yourself at home.”

San hesitantly takes a seat on the couch, across from where Yeosang and Jongho now sit. The room is eerily silent.

“So… the weather’s been great.” San chuckles awkwardly.

“Yea-” Yeosang and Jongho say at the same time, stiff as boards.

San gets up, upset that he actually misses Wooyoung’s presence in this moment. He leans forward toward the two men as if he has something to say. “BOO” he yells and the men fall backwards, the couch tumbling with them. 

San chuckles, walking towards where he saw Wooyoung go and entering the bathroom. “It’s hard to make yourself a home when there are two grown men staring at you on the verge of tears,” San whispers to Wooyoung through the shower curtain as he picks up a toothbrush and begins to brush his teeth.

“Dude, they’ll be fine, they know I’d ever hurt them. You kill one guy and suddenly the whole world thinks you’re a psychopath.” Wooyoung sighs, pulling back the shower curtain and grabbing a towel.

“Wait why are you even in that shit hole?” San asks hesitantly.

“That's a story for another time. Come on, I know you're probably hungry. I'm a great cook.” Wooyoung says, leaving the bathroom and heading toward the kitchen with the towel hung low on his hips.

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Standing outside Wooyoung’s “great idea to make money,” San begins to wish he had just stayed locked up.

“A strip club?” San asked, looking at Wooyoung like he was crazy.

“Dude, C’mon! You’re hot, I’m hot, why waste our potential?”

“Wait, WE’RE the strippers? Fuck no man.” San says, turning to walk away. 

Wooyoung grabs him by his collar, attempting to drag him towards the entrance. “I know the owner, I’m sure she’ll let us work, she’s got a thing for criminals, something about 'more sex appeal, blah blah blah.” Do you know how much we can make in one night? This isn’t some dingy strip club, there's a spending minimum! Only rich ass people go here there’s no way we’re making less than 10 thousand a night.” 

“For the love of god I’m not a fucking Criminal.” San exlaims, beginning to get tired of Wooyoung’s shit.

“Ok, Ok. Let’s just go scope out the scenery. We should keep our options open.” Wooyoung pleads.

San reluctantly walks into the club with Wooyoung, the bouncers oddly paying the pair no mind. Loud house music pumps through the speakers along with loads of giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There are servers dressed in suits passing out drinks to patrons who look too well-dressed for this part of town. 

“This is too nice to be a strip club?” San says, bewildered by the environment. 

“I was a high class bitch before all this, I wouldn’t bring us to a dingy fucking strip club,” Wooyoung says with an eye roll, grabbing a drink off a tray and heading towards a glass staircase towards the back of the building.

“High Class? So you’re rich or something?”

“Again, that's a story for another time,” Wooyoung replies, opening a velvet red door and heading down the dimly lit hallway.

Stopping infornt a set of double doors, Wooyoung turns to San.  “Ok, dude, this lady is no joke. Just because she likes me doesn’t mean she’ll like you too, ok? Don’t say anything stupid.” With that, Wooyoung pushes the doors open and walks into a dimly lit office. 

“Y/N?” he says in a sing-song voice, looking around the office.

“She's not here,” says a woman, emerging from what San assumes is the bathroom.

“Wooyoung?” the woman asks with a scoff. “You and your fucking tricks, how are you here.”

“You know I’m getting real sick of everyone being upset to see me. The greatest, sexiest, not to mention funniest person you know is locked away in a dungeon for two years, and you can’t even offer him a hug when he gets out?”

“Whose the hottie?” San asks Wooyoung, staring at nothing but her tits.

“My names Yuqi and my eyes are up here asshole.” 

“But my eyes would much rather stay down here,” San says with a smirk.

“Not cool, dude,” Wooyoung says with a frown, giving San a shove.

“You might as well get rid of him now Woo, Y/N won’t tolerate this bullshit,” Yuqi says, taking a seat at the desk in the center of the room. 

“He’s not normally like this.” 

“Yes, I am-” “Anyway, where is Y/N?” Wooyoung says, cutting off San.

“She’s out running a few errands.”

“Isn’t that your job?”

“Wooyoung, why are you here?” Yuqi says, getting tired of the back and forth.

“We need jobs.” 

She gives him a blank look. Glancing at San, then at Wooyoung. 

“No. We don’t need the police investigating us,” she says with a sigh 

“The police aren't after us.”

“They aren’t?” San asks. 

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Wooyoung yells at San, turning back to face Yuqi.

“I’m handling all of that, don’t worry.”

“You’re gonna have to ask Y/N. I’m not in charge here anyway.”

“When is she coming back?”

“Beats me,” Yuqi says with a shrug, rummaging through some papers on the desk. 

“Plus, why do you need a job? Can’t you just-” “No. I can’,t” Wooyoung say,s cutting her off. “Not yet, at least. We’ll wait downstairs for Y/N.”

Wooyoung turns to leave, San following behind. 

“Wait,” Yuqi says, getting up and opening a closet full of at least 10 of the same outfit. She throws Wooyoung two sets of Calvin Klein briefs, followed by blue jeans and a white wife-beater.

“Make some cash before boss lady comes back,” she says with a wink, turning back to sit at the desk. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” Wooyoung says with a smile, exiting the room.

“I’m not fucking stripping,” San grumbles. 

“Yes the fuck you are. You’ve had a stick up your ass since we left that place. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be in jail already! Listen, if you wanna go off on your own go the fuck ahead.” Wooyoung says, walking away from San in a rage.

“I know I haven't been the best company, but how could I? We broke out of a fucking mental institution of course my gaurd would be up! You’re acting like this is just another fucking tuesday!”

Wooyoung ignores his, continuing to walk away. San groans, following him. He knows it’s true. If it wasn’t for Wooyoung, he’d probably be right back where he came from.

“We'd better make some crazy money doing this,” San says with an eye roll.

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Maybe the stripping isn’t so bad. San ditched the wife-beater moments after coming on stage, tearing it in half in hopes of putting on a show. The sweat from the heat of the lights gives his body a sheen, defining his abs and muscles. The cheers from the crowds and the money being thrown made him grateful to his past self for spending so much time working out. He looks over to Wooyoung, noting how built he also is. The man is at the edge of the stage on his knees, with a stack of money in between his teeth, and a woman from the audience fiddling with the button on his jeans. He’s way too into this. 

San leans down and grabs a cup of liquor from someone sitting in front of him, bringing it to his lips and letting it spill down his chest. The crowd grows louder at that, catching Wooyoung's attention. San runs his hands down his chest, dipping them into the waist of his jeans and slightly tugging them down, teasing his admirers. He jumps when he feels a warm tongue lick the dark liquid off his abs. San looks down at Wooyoung, shocked. 

“Tate's good,” Wooyoung murmurs, continuing to clean up the spill and traveling up to San’s neck. The crowd is eating it up, the money on the floor and stage having hit the tens of thousands. Wooyoung begins to suck on San’s neck, leaving behind dark hickeys. San throws his head back and savors it, lolling his head to the side, and he examines the crowd. He scans the faces of the club’s patrons, thoroughly unimpressed, that is, until he sees you. Sitting in a plush leather armchair, adorned with a fur coat and jewels, San’s breath catches in his throat. The noise of the club drowns out, his head full of his own heartbeat. At that moment, he sees it, feels it, tastes it, he's finally found the sweetest form of ecstasy. He realizes this is what every moment in his life has prepared him for. Hello, you. 

He grabs Wooyoung’s hair, pulling him off of him, and brings his lips to Wooyoung's ears. “Whose the chick in the white fur coat?” he whispers, trailing his hand down Wooyoung's chest in an attempt to keep the show going. Wooyoung turns his head and smirks.

“That’s boss lady,” he whispers into San’s ear. 

As you get up and walk away, he feels tethered to you, ready to run off the stage and follow you. He’ll make sure you like him, he’ll make sure you love him, need him, breathe him. He’ll make sure you’re his.

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“Yuqi, why is Wooyoung here?” You ask as you enter your office, setting down your black mini Kelly bag.

“I’m wondering the same thing.” She responds, handing you a glass of water. 

“Let me rephrase: why did you let them get on stage at my club and dance? Are you trying to destroy my business?”

“I-I didn’t think it would be a problem. Wooyoung used to be one of our top spenders, so I figured you wouldn’t mind. I apologize.” Yuqi stutters out, eyes fixed on the ground. 

“For future reference, don’t make decisions on my behalf,” you say with a condescending smile.

You know you’re a cunt and you also know Yuqi doesnt desrever to be spoken to like that, but you have facades to maintain and a business to run. Your club “Django” brings in millions of dollars a month, your clientele comes for the best performers the world has to offer, so having Wooyoung frolicking around on stage can not happen again.

“Whose the other one?”

“I didn’t catch his name. I assume he’s one of Woo’s friends.”

“Well, I told security to escort them here once they were finished, so we shall find out shortly .”

As if on cue, security brings in the pair, dumping them on the loveseat in the corner of the office and leaving. 

Wooyoung immediately gets up, approaching you. 

“Y/N, oh, how I’ve missed that pretty face. You know it was really thrilling to be on the other side of the stage-”

“Sit down.” 

Wooyoung shuts up and sits down. 

You look over to the unknown man, and you must say he is a walking wet dream. Just your type, and with the way he’s looking at you, you’re just his, too. 

“What's your name?”

“Whatever you want it to be, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk, looking up at you innocently. 

You walk up to him, gently grabbing his chin. “I’m not the one to fuck with pretty boy. What’s your name?”

“San.”

San? You’ve heard that name before.  “Do you happen to know a Park Seonghwa?”

He shoots up, eyes wide. “You know that fucker?”

You giggle, knowing exactly why he’s reacting like this. “You healed up well, I would've never imagined you got your face pummeled just a few months ago.”

“How do you know that?” he asks, getting irritated. 

“He’s a good friend of mine. I just met with him, actually, I’m sure you can imagine why.”

“Are you hiding him?”

“Hiding him? Now, who do you think I am?”

“You’re clearly powerful if you're frolicking around with him.”

You shrug, pouring yourself a drink. “Let’s move on, shall we? Why were you dancing on my stage, Wooyoung? I’m not used to you being the one on stage.”

“We needed some cash, and I knew we’d get it here.”

“So you took it upon yourself to go behind my back and take my money?”

“What do you mean by your money? That’s ours.”

You laugh. “No, it’s mine. You two aren’t my employees, you can’t use my facilities for your own gain, so that's my money.”

“Yuqi, how much did they make?” You turn to her, watching her walk over to the computer on your desk to check. 

“Uhhhh, about 20K.”

“Wow, what a decent start. I guess the crowd loved you two. Too bad you won’t see any of it,” you say to them, leaning against your desk.

“You can’t just take our money. That's not cool, Y/N, you know we need it.”

“Wooyoung, we both know you don’t need it.” You roll your eyes.

“What can we do to earn the money, pretty girl?” San says, walking up to you. “Need us to go put on a show again? Scrub the floors? Massage your feet? Eat you out? Though I’d do the last one free of charge,” he cages you in against the desk.

“You sure do have a mouth on you, Sannie.” You chuckle, finding this amusing. 

“I really do try my hardest to impress pretty girls.”

“But if you want to leave this club alive, you should back away from me, ”  you say, moving your coat aside to show the gun in your waistband. His eyes widen, and he slightly backs up.

Wooyoung appears next to San, a pleading look on his face. “Please, Y/N. We’ll do whatever you want, we really need the money.”

You smile at that. “Ok, I’ll humor you. Take the money, and feel free to come back to work here. But I’ll be taking 40% of your earnings, and I’ll cash in that “We’ll do whatever you want” promise at another time. Sounds good.” 

Both men nod, but San can’t leave it at that. “Here I am thinking I might’ve been able to get a taste of that pretty pussy.” he says with a frown. 

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, pretty boy. But for now get the fuck out. And stay low, I don’t need police in here” you say with a smile. 

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San’s doing the opposite of staying low. He’s at the mall trying to enjoy his few days of freedom before the police inevitably catch him. Before he left your office two nights ago, he pocketed some money, enough for some new shows and a pretzel. After an odd encounter with a man on the pretzel line whose wallet was “too deep in his bag” to pay, he strolled around the mall only to see you leisurely walking into Dolce and Gabbana. Seemingly having an appointment as the store clerks begin to close the doors behind you. San rushes forward, but the doors shut in his face. 

You turn around and laugh at him, standing outside with a pout. “Let him in,” you say to the clerk. San steps inside, and the doors lock behind him. He watches you walk around, observing the clothes and bags silently. Unsure if to speak, San just stands there awkwardly, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

“You know, if I were you, I wouldn’t even leave my house. You’re quite bold for someone in your predicament,” you say calmly, finally looking up at him.

“I have nothing to lose.”

“Fair point. What do you want with me?”

“Your attention.”

You walk up to him. “Sweetheart, my time costs money, and I’m quite sure you can’t afford that.” 

Well, you have a point. “Is there any way I can earn it?”

“In your dreams, sweet boy,” you say with a smirk. “What's up with you and Wooyoung?”

Hearing his name makes San frown, he doesn't want to hear you talking about any other man.

“I'm about one Harry Potter reference away from ditching him.”

“Sounds about right.” You hover a wall of heels. “San, why don’t you help me decide which ones to get?” 

He walks over to you, contemplating. He picks up black strapped heels with a red rose down the back. “These.”

“Cute.” You nod to the associate who adds the heels to the list of items. “Is there anything here you’d like for yourself, San?”

He walks over to a black lace-trimmed bralette and holds it up with a smirk.”Would love to see you in this.”

You roll your eyes, walking to the counter to check out. 

You hand your bags to San, since he’s here, he might as well be of use. You stop by a few more stores before heading to your car. You decided to be nice and drive San back, it's the least you can do for your newest employee. Stopping outside the address he gave you, you look at him. “I expect to see you at work today.” 

“I’ll be there at your service,” he says with a smirk.

“Get out.”

“Wait, can I ask you something?”

You side-eye him but nod. 

“What did you and Seonghwa talk about?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“I just- I want to know how he hasn’t been caught. I don't wanna go back to that place, they left me there to die, I don't want to be there again.” 

You hear his voice shake, surprised by the vulnerability. You softly grab his chin and turn his face to look at you.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m handling it. Just focus on making me money.”

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10 pm sharp, San and Wooyoung are standing in your office, adorned in white button-ups and slacks. 

“San, undo a few more buttons, we aren't here to be modest.” You say after briefly examining them. Wooyoung unbuttons the shirt for him, leaving only the bottom two buttons done up.

“We have a high-profile client here tonight, It’s her bachelorette party. Theres a 10k minimum to book the front of the stage, but the goal is for her to spend more, make sure to get slutty.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” wooyoung says.

You hand them two in-ear pieces. “Every employee wears these; you can communicate by pressing this little button.” They slip in the devices, ready to make some money. 

“I’ll be watching, don't disappoint.”

The pair heads downstairs to the stage. The club is packed, men and women dancing on stage and filling the seats. 

San turns to Wooyoung. “I know how to get money out of this lady, just follow my lead, ok?”

“I don’t know if I trust you.”

“That’s too bad. When I get her attention, bring a chair on stage.”

Wooyoung climbs onto the stage, San staying on the floor with the crowd. The music starts, and Wooyoung begins seductively dancing. San walks up to the couch, dead center. A black haired woman wearing a bachelorette sash lays her eyes on him. 

He kneels in front of her, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it. “Last night of freedom?” 

She just nods with wide eyes as her friends squeal. 

“Great choice to spend it with me,” he says with a wide smile, his dimples showing. The money starts flowing, her friends throwing cash as he slides his hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips.

“Come up on stage with me and my friend,” he pulls to stand and guides her onto the stage where Wooyoung brought the chair.  He gently shoves her on to sit onto it and grabs Wooyoung by the collar, bringing them to eye level with her. “It's this pretty lady's last day of Freedom, why don't we make it sweet?” San pulls WooYoung to his knees and falls to his knees himself. They both look up at the woman with wide eyes. “Your wish is our command, sweet thing.”

Wooyoung starts kissing up the woman's legs, and San follows suit, maintaining eye contact with her. The crowd loves it. Money was raining down on them. As they inch closer up Wooyoung's lips brush sans. “Oops,” he says with a smirk, looking at her throw her head back with a groan. “Oh, you like that?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung by the neck and pulling him closer. “How much are you willing to pay to see us kiss?”

“Name a price,” she says breathlessly.

“What do you say, Wooyoungie?” San says, placing a kiss on his jaw. 

“I’ve been wanting to go shopping, how does 20k sound?” he says, tangling his fingers in sans hair. 

“Done,” the woman says. 

“Perfect.”

San pulls Wooyoung's lips to his, hand still on his neck. The crowd somehow gets louder as their lips connect, the kiss is sloppy, all tongue and teeth clashing. San pulls back, out of breath, his eyes glancing up to the balcony and connecting with yours. 

He looks back at Wooyoung and whispers in his ear. “Lets do the same shit from last time”

Wooyoung hops off stage, grabbing some liquor from the woman's friends, and San straddles her and unbuttons his shirt. Wooyoung begins to pour the cool liquid down sans chest, rubbing his hand up and down sans hard abs.. 

“Go on, lick it up, sweet girl,” Wooyoung says. The woman hesitantly licks, looking up at the pair with wide eyes. “Just like that, baby,” San says, pulling her head closer as Wooyoung licks up the liquor he poured on San's neck. The woman becomes bold, placing her hands on the back of San’s thighs. She becomes more comfortable, her hands sliding around to the front of his thighs, trailing up to his crotch. San pulls back slightly, but the woman doesn't stop, hands becoming a little too close to comfort. The discomfort visible on San’s face. 

“Security, get this bitch out of my club,” you say into the ear peice, security quickly interrupting, guiding the woman and her friends out of the building. San looks up to the balcony and sees you with a scowl, turning and walking back to your office. 

Wooyoung lets out a cackle. “She’s jealous, seems like your flirting worked.”

______________________________________________________

Wooyoung skips into your office, San following suit.

“So, boss lady, how much did we make?” 

You sigh, bending down to pick up a garbage bag stuffed full of money.

“After the club’s cut, about $45”

San’s eyes widened. “We made 45 thousand dollars?”

“Well, you were putting on quite the show, weren’t you?” you say with a tone.

“You can’t be mad I’m a hard worker, baby,” San says with a smirk.

“Whatever,” you say with an eye roll. “I’m having a little get-together at my place, you guys can come if you want.”

“Wow, just like old times,” Wooyoung says with a smile, looking at you with knowing eyes. 

“Oh, shut it. Get out.”

“What was that about?” San asks Wooyoung as they're changing into regular clothes. 

“Every time I’ve been to one of her little get togethers the night ended with my balls drained.”

San freezes, anger flowing through his veins. “You’ve fucked her?” 

Wooyoung senses the shift in the air, getting nervous. “Define fuck.”

San just stares at him with a blank face. 

“She likes to well- she likes to play with me. Tie me up, slap me, you know.”

“Of course she did,” San says, still upset. “Wooyoung,how do you know her? Seriously?”

“I used to come here all the time.”

“So you're rich.”

“I’m comfortable. Or should I say once was. It was my parents' money, but once they died it became mine. Until it wasn’t”

“How did your parents die?”

“I killed them,” Wooyoung says, pursing his lips.

“Oh-”

“Well, what happened to the money?”

“I got busted and it all went to my little brother, But hes fucking nine so I won’t see it again until hes 18.” 

“Damn.”

“Well, now that I told you my secrets, you tell me yours.”

San sighs. “I allegedly killed my ex-girlfriend. I didn’t, though. She was involved in some shady shit and it caught up to her. I had nothing to do with it, but I got framed, made me out to be some abusive ashole.”

“That sucks. Well, at least we're out of there, let's leave those days behind us.”

“Yeah, until we get caught and end up right back there.”

“Y/N took care of it already, don’t worry,” Yuqi says as she walks into the dressing room, handing Wooyoung a duffel bag to put the cash in.

“What do you mean she took care of it?”

“As far as the police are concerned, you two are dead. Your bodies were found in a lake about a week ago.”

“What?” San says, jaw slack.

“No one's looking for you two anymore, you should be happy. Don’t ask any more questions.”

___________________________________________

Your apartment is just like San expected; large windows plethora of hallways, and a massive kitchen. San sits on the couch while Wooyoung chats up some rando. Sans eyes scan the apartment looking for you, he gets up, wandering down the hallway, hoping to run into you. He passes by door after door until he finds a set of white double doors. He hopes you don't get too mad that he's walking around like he owns the place, but you're the only other person he knows here. He knocks and walks in, spotting you taking off your jewelry at the vanity. You look up at him through the mirror. “You’re quite bold walking into my bedroom uninvited.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“There are loads of people out there to see.”

“Yeah, but they aren't as beautiful as you.”

You roll your eyes dramatically. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel great, glad I made some money.” He says and takes a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I mean with that bitch touching you. I saw your face, I could tell you were uncomfortable.”

“Oh, that. It’s nothing, I guess I was just a little taken aback.”

You get up and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “It won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”

He nods with a smile, dimple poking out. You wish he wasnt so damn cute, it would be so much easier to shut down his advances. 

“You’re staring,” he says, smile forming into a smirk.

“I know.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“How handsome you are.”

His ears turn red. “You should have heard the things people were saying about you. I know I have no right to get mad, but I did. I want to keep you all to myself,” you say, running your hands from his shoulders onto his jaw. 

“How about I take you up on your offer?” you say.

“What offer?”

“You said to earn your money, you’d do a couple of things, and if I remember correctly, eating me out was one of them.

He throws his head back with a groan, pulling you closer to him by your waist and pulling your lips to his. He pulls back,  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. From the moment I saw you I needed you to sit that sweet cunt on my face.”

“Well, let's get to it.” 

You shove him to lie down on the bed, he pulls off his shirt,a nd you remove your top and pants and straddle him. You bend down to kiss him again, grinding yourself on him, feeling how hard he's gotten. 

“I want you to put on a show for me, San. Like you did for them.” You say, feeling his hands run across your ass, squeezing. “Sweet girl, I’d do anything for you.” He drags you up to hover over his mouth, pulling you down by the hips. He makes out with your cunt over your panties, sucking at the fabric, savoring the taste. You throw your head back and moan, the fabric teasing you just the right amount. You begin to grind your hips over his lips, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second. He puts both hands to the front of your panties and pulls, ripping them clean in half. “San, those were expensive,” you gasp. He slaps your ass hard in reply, making you topple over, grabbing the head board to steady yourself. He pulls you down harder, running his tongue through your folds, moaning at the sweet taste. He rolls your clit around with his tongue, eyes rolling back as you moan out his name. “Fuck, just like that baby.” You say, riding his face harder.

“I had a feeling this would happen.” You hear Wooyoung say from behind you, making you jump. You try to pull away from San, but he only holds you down, moaning into your cunt. 

“Have room for another?” Wooyoung says, entering the room fully and walking up to you.

“Woo, fuck- you didnt tell me your friend was so good.” you moan.

“Shit, I didnt even know. But hey- at least you found a way to shut him up.” Wooyoung says with a laugh, pinching your waist. He runs his hands up your sides, stopping at your bra. “Why don't we take this off?” he says, and you nod, feeling the bra come loose and slip off your shoulders. He pulls off his shirt and pulls your lips to his, pinching your nipples, making you moan. He kisses down your neck, leaving marks, stopping to suck and nip at your breast.

 “God Baby, you don’t know how much I beat my dick to the thought of our last time together. Do you remember?” 

You cleanch at just the thought, san notices and nips your clit out jealosuy making you jump. 

“God, you were so sexy,y I don't think I ever came that much in my life. You rode me for so long, fucking hell I couldnt even feel my toes.” 

He pulls back, nudging San, who only ignores him. “Dude, make some room,” he says, shoving San harder. San pulls back for a second to send him a nasty look, but moves over. The two men lay underneath you with wide eyes, and you throw your head back, the thought of the scenario overwhelming you.

 “Gosh, what a sight” you whispered. You spread your legs wide enough for both of them and sit, instantly moaning at the two tongues exploring you. You feel their tongues working together and fighting to eat you. Both men groan and moan as you clench around their tongues. You feel yourself about to come, you grind your hips harder on their faces, they eat you with more urgency, taking everything you have. You cum with a whimper, feeling your wetness drip down your thighs. 

You pull back from the overstimulation and press their heads together, watching them share your juices on each other's tongues. You climb off their laps, rummaging through your bedside table. You pull out two pairs of handcuffs, one red and one black. San flips over to hover over Wooyoung, deepening the kiss and pulling Wooyoung's hands above his head, unintentionally helping you out. You quickly grab his wrists and lock them in place, making San pull back in surprise. 

“You too sweet boy, hand them over.”

He places his hands in front of you with a skeptical face. You lock his wrist in place and push him to lie back down next to Wooyoung.

“God, I really needed this.” You say, running your hands across their sculpted chest. You drag your hands down and rub them through their jeans, feeling how hard they've gotten. You start with Wooyoung, knowing it will make San jealous. You pull his sweats down enough to pull his dick out, spitting on his tip and storking the head. He throws his head back with a whiny moan, hands grabbing at nothing as you kiss his tip, looking him in the eye. You stroke him slowly, teasing him. He's leaking so much you can't help but have a taste, wrapping your lips around him. San lets out a heavy sigh, eyes trained on your every movement. You pull off of Wooyoung, looking at San with a laugh. “Need something?”

“Stop playing with me Y/N I deserve it more.”

“You have been good to me, Sannie.”

You stroke Wooyoung with one hand, and pull San out with the other, spitting in your hand. You stroke them slowly, watching them writhe and whimper, hands stuck in front of them. San gets more and more agitated at your pace, trying to buck his hips up into your hands. “Fuck this” he growls out and sits up. You made the mistake of cuffing his hands in the front and not back. He grabs you and shoves your face into Wooyoung's chest. “I dont need my hands to put a bitch in her place.” He presses his cuffed hands into your back, making you arch your back, and slides in raw. You groan at the stretch, feeling him mold your cunt for him. “God, its better than I imagined. He sets a rough pace, pushing your forward into Wooyoung who kisses you, silencing your moans. 

“Touch me please” he whimpers as he pulls back. 

“If you want something, you have to take it Wooyoung.” San growls from behind you. 

Wooyoung huffs, reaching his cuffed hands up to where San is inside you, he looks you in the eye as he slides a finger in, stretching you out more. San slows his pace, watching Wooyoung add another finger. You're breathing heavily, whimpering into the crook of Wooyoung's neck. “You can take me too, right? I want to feel you so bad.” You whine out a yes, bracing yourself for the stretch, 

pulls himself from beneath you, making you fall flat on the bed. With his limited mobility he pulls your chest up and taps your lips with his dick, signaling you to open. He pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock, coating himself with your juices before lining himself up next to San. He slowly pushes in, and you groan, your body giving out and falling into Wooyoung. He keeps pushing until he's sat snuggly next to San in you. San slowly begins to move, giving you some time to adjust, “You feel so fucking good Y/N. I feel like I'm in heaven.” Wooyoung moans. “So full” you whisper into his ear. Jealous of the attention San pulls you up by your neck, making you sit on completely on their dicks. You yelp, shocked at the sudden movement. “I don't want your attention on him, I want it on m,e” he growls, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in harshly. “I want you all to myself, sweet girl. I’d do anything you want me to, I’d lie for you, I’d go to jail for you, I’d kill for you,” he growls into your ear. Each thrust rocks you into Wooyoung more, the stretch overstimulating you. You can barely breathe yet you don't want this feeling to end. 

“Sannie, please,” You moan out, unsure what you're even asking for. He looks at Wooyoung, who looks like he’s on another planet, eyes rolled back and drool coming out of his mouth. “Wooyoung,” he barks, making the man snap back into consciousness. “Rub her clit i wanna feel her cum for us.” Wooyoung obliges, the contact with your clit making you let out a silent scream. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, the pleasure barreling through you. “Oh god san I’m gonna cum.” 

“That's all I want you to do, sweet girl,” he says and kisses your cheek.

You feel the pleasure wash over you, clenching around both of their cocks. You feel Wooyoung pull out of you and get up on his knees. He grabs your face and brushes the hair out of your eyes. “I need your mouth, baby, I’m sorry.” He thrusts into your mouth, fucking your throat. Sans thrust knocks you right into Wooyoungs dick, unable to escape either man. You feel tears run down your face from the overstimulation, another orgasm creeping up on you. Wooyoung buries his length down your throat, your nose brushing his pelvis. He throws his head back with a moan, releasing into your mouth. He pulls back, and you cough, trying to catch your breath. San pulls out, too, flipping you on your back and sliding in. He kisses you, tasting Wooyoung on your tongue, it only spurs him on, his thrust getting sloppy. “You’ll never get rid of me now Y/N, I’m yours forever.” You can only nod in response, too cockdrunk to think. He kisses you again as he cums, stuffing you full of his seed, silently hoping it takes. He pulls back and looks at you with a smile, slowly pulling out and flopping on his back. You look over to Wooyoung, whose passed out, soft snores leaving his lips.  You look over at San, who's already looking at you, smirking. 

“My dick was bigger right?” 

“You're such an idiot.”

[kivaember]

arthur nightingale character rambling

my favourite thing when it comes to fic writing is really getting into the guts of a character and figuring out how they tick or react to certain situations based on what info you have about them from canon

anyway under the cut is my self-indulgent ramble about my thoughts (which are probably disorganised sorry) on arthur nightingale

okay, first off, let's get to the basics:

he's your knight in sour armour, to break him down into the very basic of tropes. he's difficult to get close to because he's so standoffish with strangers and resistant to showing vulnerability, but he's also genuinely a good guy beneath the gruff who wants to help people just because it's the right thing and because he's naturally a very empathetic guy.

as eleanor pointed out, arthur had dreams of being a hero ever since he was leaping on pine cone grenades as a child. i wouldn't be surprised if as a kid he even fantasied about doing some heroic sacrifice that has everyone like "oh wow he was a true hero!" like you see in movies dfhddh since from what i've gleaned from 1999 they do idolise people being sent to the "hall of heroes" upon death. but i think his friend's death also compounded in arthur a sense of: if someone has to be sacrificed, it has to be him because...

well being the one left behind hurts. it's awful. you have to live with it, while the dead get to die with the satisfaction of doing a good thing. it's a complicated emotion that arthur has 99.9% likely not processed or even thought about too deeply, but i do feel that arthur has a fear of being the one left behind. he doesn't want other people dying for him, and god i bet the shitshow of a mission on new years eve had been the most horrific scenario for him:

Everyone dying before him, leaving him the last one standing, alive just long enough to know he got everyone killed for nothing. awful.

anyway, moving onto his initial curt personality. we always knew he was driven based on aoi's KIM convos where she explains their break-up. arthur's very blinkered and a big picture kind of guy, i feel, where because he's good at setting aside his personal feelings in favour of the "greater good", he forgets that not everyone else functions like that. i think this is also compounded by the whole entrati fiasco, where lettie explains that initially the hex loyally followed entrati against their higher ups' orders, distributing his medicines and encouraging people to take up his vaccines, etc.

and you know, burned once, shame on you, burned twice, shame on me. entrati and drifter are similar in that they're strange people who popped up literally out of nowhere claiming they have the magical solution to your problems if you just trusted them. entrati strung the hex along with promises of a cure for the techrot, and initiatially it seemed like he was telling the truth: his vaccine did stop people getting sick - it just turned them into asymptomatic carriers instead, which the hex didn't immediately clock onto, and when they started to have suspicions, well they really didn't want to believe they'd made the wrong choice. they must be mistaken, right? entrati kept his promise to make a cure so... there's probably a reason why other people are getting sick, right?

it's why they took the second vaccine he offered which turned them into protoframes: because they were desperate and, despite it all, they trusted entrati.

whiiiiiiiich kinda fucks over drifter from the outset, i feel. the whole fiasco with entrati is very likely lurking in the forefront of arthur's mind when it comes to drifter in the initial few months. drifter arriving from the future and locking them all into a time loop, saying "don't worry, i can help you with means you don't understand, you just have to trust me".

so with arthur, i really feel like the entire year of the first loop is drifter overcoming that initial (and understandable) mistrust. arthur was probably waiting for the other shoe to drop with drifter - like, he had no idea how this was going to turn out to be a scam, but he was probably waiting for something to happen... but no, drifter is genuine, they're not playing with the hex or trying to trick them into anything.

the KIM convos probably helped with that, honestly. entrati likely maintained an authorative distance with the hex, whereas drifter was, well, drifter: clearly traumatised and socially awkward, if emotionally intelligent, but genuinely trying to connect and make friends with the hex - wanting to help them but also get to know them.

and that kind of quality i think would draw arthur in. yeah, drifter has no filter when it comes to talking about their fucked up past (ngl its funny that you can practically hear the "jesus christ" reverbing through arthur's brain whenever drifter casually reveals yet another traumatising event from their past like it's no big deal), but they're kinda stupidly committed to doing the right thing no matter how crazy and hard it is. arthur is also stupidly committed to doing the right thing no matter how crazy and hard it is! they have something in common in that!

also drives them both insane because i can just imagine drifter and arthur being in a state of "no i will sacrifice myself for YOU" to each other bc both refuse to be the one left behind. they'd be insufferable on a dangerous mission together. i think eleanor would strangle them both.

this really is a disorganised ramble. but anyways, arthur's fun to write about bc this guy really wants to do the right thing, but he's made a terrible decision in trusting the wrong person which landed him and his comrades in a situation where they get to enjoy the body horror that is being turned into protoframes against their will with a potential future of having their minds consumed by the techrot eventually, where there is no easy route to doing the "right thing", where their future is uncertain and where they have living evidence of someone from the future being all like "yeah so the infestation still exists thousands of years from now and the future is fucked up to hell and back but... well, we're alive!" and they're also stuck in a time loop for who knows how long.

anyway this is why i love drifter/arthur bc i feel like they're both on the same wavelength of "heroically deranged" and they give each other enrichment that others would find diabolically annoying. they know how to respect each other's boundaries but also when to push, and they have that insane quality where they want to hope for a better future, think they can make a better future, if they just keep forging towards doing the right thing no matter how disgustingly hard and painful it is.

this is why aoi and arthur broke up, i feel. they both had different priorities, which is fine! honestly i'm so glad DE had them both be extremely mature about the whole thing, because sometimes relationships do end bc both parties realise that they're better as friends than romantic partners and it doesnt have to result in them being bitter or angry at each other. aoi was justified in wanting to break up bc she wanted someone who prioritised the relationship just as much as she did, whereas arthur kinda needs someone who's willing to butt heads with him when he's being a bit of an ass but also understand that he's not naturally a super romantic or emotional kind of person.

anyway tl;dr i love arthur bc he's a wet cat kind of guy who's trying his best and that's just endearing. thank you for listening to my disjointed rambling lmao

[brights-place]

Hello; hope your day/night is going well ☺️✨💕!

I just recently found your blog and it is so…*CHEFS KISS*. Your mother and older sister figure Boondocks post had me smiling from ear to ear I kid you not 🫶🏾!!!

But, I wanted to request if you have any headcanons for Riley and Huey (platonic/fluff ofc…or hurt/comfort 😈). This fandom is quite literally DYING and there’s barely anything on the two 😭🙏🏾…

Have a good day/night!

[Boondocks] Huey & Riley + Motherly! figure

Warnings: None

A/N: OKAY! Sorry that this was late I’m writing this while I’m gonna be in a long airplane journey for the next 7-8 hours? Sooo yeah lets hope I dont hear any whiny kids but thanks for the request I havent written for the boondocks in a while so this will be fun… Its very short Omg

Summary: Motherly! Reader + Huey and Riley more headcannons! How do they feel around Reader and how they seem to interact with her!

- Huey and Riley have variations of feelings when hanging around you even as you slowly started to become a mother figure

- Huey side eyes you while you cook dinner/lunch with grandpa or when you scold the old man for hurting huey and riley when they just needed to be explained on what to do things even if the one out of the two (Huey) already understood what to do

- Riley enters the kitchen to try take a bite out of the meals being prepped so you ask him to take a bite and taste test while he has to start setting up the table if he tries food before the others

- He denies it but after one taste of your cooking the kids in heaven and absoultely going to help yet he will whine about it

- until it becomes something Riley was used to out of everything the only time you two bond slowly is at dinner when he’s helping set things up as he talks about his interests proudly and his interests

- When Riley gets hurt you bandage him up instantly with a worried face while scolding him the young boy would try push you away yet you’d tell him to sit down and listen with a tone he understood not to mess with

- While your doing this you don’t notice the way Huey side eyes you with squinted eyes trying to find any flaw which were many yet the was you genuinely seemed to take care of Riley made him think you were apart of something else - the amount of times you had to brawl with Riley and Huey's and riley's hair when needed was crazy. Out of the two riley was the one that moved around the most until you had to persuade him that you'd make him something he wants for dinner.

- Huey was harder to understand with all his social justice things the way he acted but you couldn’t help but care for him to

- Asking him at all if he was alright in experiments and reminding him to eat and sleep

- You had once had a deep conversation with Huey telling him that as much as he is doing his best for the world and is seen different the most important thing he had to do was look after himself

- Even if he had eye-bags he would look at you as you sigh and hug him kissing the young boys cheek before telling him to go eat and head to school

- Huey helps you around with other chores and likes to listen to you ramble picking up information about you

- Huey soon grew a habit to when after school he’d go where you were in the house and wait for you to hug him its now apart of his routine

- Huey and Riley hide behind you when grandpa whips out the belt you quickly picking up the two and running around with grandpa telling you to drop them as he actually is able to get a hit on Riley’s butt.

- The two aren’t open on sharing their emotions much yet the way they know you care for them makes them know that someone like you cares for them

- Whenever Riley and Huey brawl they stop when you come out of nowhere while you are mid-doing something else before you personally scold them and out of nowhere Grandpa comes up again with a belt

- Even after you cover their ears/eyes when they see things that they have already seen even if Riley tries to smack your hands away they know its out of kindness

- Riley may be the first to call you mum but Huey was the first to hug you when you seemed to be stressed which surprised you abit and it was very out of character

- Even if you aren’t their actual mother the two of them look up to you and cling onto you with what they can have that was close to having a mother

[choryxi]

it’s 5 am and i made a leafanny comic. kinda like their first ever interaction in my mind before the split in bfb yknowww…

its really messy and rlly jumbled bc its LATEEE but i tried my best on my interpretation

i’m also rlly embarrassed to post this anywhere else so i’m putting it here mainly bc i want to gather up some thoughts about them somewhere for laterrr

ugly ugly ugly.

ANYWAYS. i think fanny would try to explain to leafy how everyone is too focused on past things she did including her that they are literally going NOWHERE and it’s really tiring to see all the time but how she says it comes off passive aggressive because she’s not great at expressing things through words.

i thinkkk leafy will take some offense to it considering she HATESSSS criticism but actually puts fannys words to some consideration when she really thinks about what she says. like yeah she probably did change and yeah it’s been that long and it’s still a big issue for everyone else

leafy is soo desperate to make amends with people but they always push her away and that’s why she seemed so off putting and overbearing in the beginning in bfb but das just me. shrug

and for my shipping sake and starving self. they both learn more about each other. leafy understanding what fanny really meant and that she didn’t really mean to make herself come off that way she’s just normally like that when expressing her thoughts with words. she gets that later on fanny actually really cares about her close friends and that it’s really sweet of her…

fanny sees leafy was desperate because she was shunned for so long and still was because of past mistakes. leafy clearly feels regret and guilt with what she did and she really had it rough so she can’t really blame her for the way she acted recently. she would definitely help her see she really needs to see that sometimes it’s better to step back and take care of urself wahhhh

sorry 4 silly nd rambling

🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 leafy x fanny real…. ok 5 am. goodnight

[acupofinkedblood]

Scythe x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Let’s get one thing clear: To get into a serious relationship with this woman, you gotta join her cult. Sorry lads, ain’t the other way around. She will figure a way to convince you somehow without making it hard for the both of you. And as expected, you listen to her! And that is the beginning of your lovely yet thrilling days of officially becoming Scythe’s lover

• She is definitely the dominant one in the relationship, you can’t convince me the otherwise. You think that she is your wife? Well too bad sweetheart, YOU are her wifey and she is the sniper (sometimes). And goddamn does the clear roles in the dynamic make her smirk widens with pride

• This woman’s behavior is so flexible to the point that it makes your jaw drops. One moment she was caressing your cheek and whispering sweet nothing into your ear, then the very next thing after that was her playfully smacked your ass with a shit-eating grin on her face. You lose count how many time it catches you off guard. Yet it has never failed to surprise you literally every single damn time

• Scythe is sly with her tongue and you are aware of it. She knows just the right words to push your button, feigning arrogance while clearly flirting with you shamelessly. She won’t stop until you have reduced to a blushing mess. If you match her flirtatious attitude? SFOTH saves whoever is unfortunate enough to walk into the two of you in that moment because Scythe makes it her life mission to win this flirting competition you have unknowingly set up for her. Just so you know, she is shameless with her words, that’s literally all you need to know to understand how will that go

• Then of course, she treats you with upmost care. Calling you all sort of tooth-rotting nicknames with that thick Southern accent of hers, like ‘darling’, ‘sweet cheeks’, ‘sugarplum’, etc… while gently brushing her hand — not the prosthetic one — against your face to feel the soft skin. She will squeeze it out of nowhere, but she will make it up for you with kisses

• Speaking of kisses, she attacks you with her lips almost at any given chances. You are just looking around? A kiss out of nowhere on your cheek. You are rambling on and on about something? A kiss on the knuckles of your hand. You just simply stay there and just exist? Kiss kiss honey. Scythe won’t be shy out whenever it comes to the love of her life. Seeing you covered in her teal lipstick marks make her laugh affectionately at the sight

• Remember that she can literally deal with Banhammer and escape with grace afterwards? This woman is eerily strong yet she does everything so effortless attractive. There was one time you were there in a far distance when she was fighting like a merciless psycho, and out of nowhere she looked straight to your direction and blew a kiss lovingly at you. How can you not fall in love with her even more?

• She is dead serious when she says she won’t hesitate to bring you back any demon’s horns if that bastard hurts you, or just looks at you the wrong way. Although she is aware you are more than capable of protecting yourself, it’s just her instinct to immediately rush over to protect you whenever she feels like something is wrong

• Physical touch and Scythe are a dangerous combination together. You have the privilege of witnessing that. Don’t be so surprised when she is sitting there smoking after a long day, then the next thing you know is she pulling you down on her laps and keeping you sitting there. Having you so close to her feels right. You sitting there while she yaps about her day in general, or just have you in her embrace and hear your voice - Anything will do because Scythe is completely smitten for you

• She will give you a smoke kiss if you’re into that

• You two drink together for fun. She has this collection of good wines that you are certain that she has stolen, but who cares? A head up though, her alcohol tolerance is high. There is a good chance that you will end up passing out on her if you want to see who will be the sober one standing

• See her sharp fangs? Yeah she bites. In a playful way, don’t worry. Sometimes she just has this random urge to nibble your cheek. It won’t leave a mark, Scythe knows how to control her strength when she is around you, and the same principle applies to her bittey behavior around you

• Scythe isn’t too wealthy or anything. The cult is pretty much runs down and its members prefer living somewhere else to staying inside, like Broker finds a place to shelter at Crossroads. You and Scythe, however, still prefer the headquarter. The place is mostly yours to be comfortable at alongside some other members, since Scythe still has her ‘harvest’ going on. But when she comes back, she has a lot of gifts to shower her love to you. It is the intention that makes your heart melt, if you ignore the fact that most of those are from dead demons she killed then stole from—

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: I think I went a bit overboard because of my excitement LMAO

Note 2: Okay I have DEFINITELY gone overboard because this shit is long goddamn-

[revehae]

(It’s a long one but I hope you read it ah)

i don’t know If you’re not taking requests atm then ignore this but it’s more so a little reminder ? I don’t really know 😭 but awhile ago you wrote a drabble someone requested and it was a jaemin, haechan, jeno, mark, and jisung x reader ? It was a noncon gangbang fic and they were all holding reader down and I think it was Jaemin who was going first and was going to go anal and all the other guys were egging him on waiting for their turns.

I always wanted a continuation / longer version but now I just want it back it was one of my favs 😭 I don’t think you have it saved cuz it wasn’t like a oneshot or anything but if you are able to find it please post it or even if you can rewrite it please when you find the time do I love your writing so so much sorry for the long ramble ah

tw // noncon, gangbanging, anal it was jeno not jaemin lol but yes i still have it. the “five guys doing some serious damage to my guts rn” “6 when i get there” drabble

you tried your best, you really did, but you were unfathomably outnumbered. unfairly. it was enough attempting to rival jeno’s infinite strength, but you didn’t stand a chance against five guys.

especially not when they were all holding you onto the mattress, restricting you with a might you’d never be able to mirror even if you trained for literal war. mark and jisung had a grip on your legs and jaemin kept your hands pinned to your chest, while haechan had a palm pressed squarely to your mouth.

and jeno, unsurprisingly, stood between your forcibly parted legs, palming his rigid cock to the erotic sight unfolding before him. your panties were torn (mark’s doing, if you recalled correctly), exposing your cunt, and jaemin had harshly tugged your bra to pinch your stiff nipples.

a downpour of fresh, damp tears were hot against your flushed cheeks, gathering thickly at your lashes. jeno liked how you, unbroken, still flailed and thrashed in their arms, in spite of the glaringly obvious fact that you were no match for the five of them together.

you squealed into haechan’s gloved palm, your probably unkind words of protest muffled into an empty oblivion as jeno’s cock teased your holes, deciding which one he’d use.

“take her ass,” haechan told him, snickering when you glimpsed up at him in a mixture of shock and unadulterated anger for the suggestion.

“her ass, huh?” jeno hummed, slowly dragging his cock below your exposed pussy.

“do it,” jisung encouraged from his left like a little devil on his shoulder.

jeno snickered. glancing up at you, he grinned slyly and said, “guess i’m fucking your ass, baby.”

you shook your head vigorously, aggressively expressing your lack of consent, but your indistinct sounds meant nothing to them and your thrashing was pointless if there was nowhere for you to run.

jeno sinked into your hole, a satisfied howl being yanked out of him as he did, impaling you deeper and deeper on his girthy cock. it’s too thick for your unprepped hole, but jeno didn’t seem to care, and neither did any of his buddies.

“fuck,” jeno hissed in delight, wasting no time to start rutting into you at a steady rhythm.

jaemin laughs at the expression on his friend’s face, patiently anticipating his own turn to use you as he pleased. it was going to be a long night for you. “it’s good?”

“fuck yeah,” jeno grunted, pushing deep, forcing himself as far inside as he could possibly fit. the pain was too unbearable for you to stay still, writhing and sobbing, but jeno was too blissed out to pay any mind to your tears.

your asshole tensed around his dick, gripping and tugging him in, and the longer jeno was exposed to the tightening sensation, the more animalistic his thrusts became. and the louder your screams grew against haechan’s covered hand, coated in your hot tears. 

haechan smacked your cheek. “shut up,” he said lowly, growling. “shut up before i put that mouth of yours to better use.”

you closed your eyes, trying to isolate yourself from the brutal reality, hopeful that maybe you’ll forget the feeling of their fingers bruising your limbs from how tightly they held them and jeno relentlessly abusing your hole.

[quizlythenerd]

Consider this ask a free ticket to ramble about epic

—☁️ anon

“i NEED someone to let me ramble about epic sans PLEAAA-“

“oh wait. i CAN”

^literally me just now remembering i have this in my inbox

long post below, sorry lol

OKAY I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE I THINK ABOUT IT LIKE EVERY OTHER MONTH BECAUSE ITS SO INTERESTING TO ME

this is a promotional banner for underverse s2 that jakei made a long while ago v

upon seeing this, i immediately noticed some very particular details about this

the first one is that there are two sides. the “good” / protagonistic sanses, the “bad” / antagonistic sanses, and classic in the middle

for the most part, this looks pretty cohesive as of s1. all of it makes sense.

EXCEPT epic is placed on the antagonist side, but when we see him in underverse 0.6, he’s on the protagonists’ side. he doesn’t LOOK out of place at first though because of his eye

not only this, but something about this banner is that there are pairs on opposing sides.

ink and cross

dream and nightmare

outer and killer

fell and epic

fresh and fresh!ink

blue and fatal error

and finally, geno and error

out of all of these, there are only two pairings that really don’t make a whole lot of sense?

blue and fatal error - i mean i couldn’t personally find anything that was particularly similar about them, but maybe they’re related in some way i don’t know of? if anyone that knows more than me CAN make connections with them that would be super awesome

and then epic and fell. these two - i couldn’t find anything that would possibly relate them other than the fact that they would be a REALLY fun ship. [and well - epic would annoy the absolute SHIT outta fell]

one other thing i must mention is how GENUINELY out of place he is

i mean, look at him, on surface level he looks fine, but in comparison to everyone else? everyone here has some amount of importance to the story, and generally get a larger amount of screen time due to their importance [whether it be as main characters or just side characters that are plot relevant]. he’s BARELY EVEN A SIDE CHARACTER, he’s more of a background character than anything. all he does is say hello [in the “WOAH ITS YOU AGAIN!! HEY THERE OLD FRIEND!!” way] add a little bit to core frisk’s story, and then say goodbye when cross doesn’t want him around and again when cross is about to leave the omega timeline.

i know that realistically, this could be for two reasons.

one, and this is the one that is less likely but something i really hope would be true, is that jakei has a plan for him later on after The Break.

two, this is far more likely and way more disappointing, there was nobody else to fill that gap, or there was just nowhere else to put him.

epic was really hyped up for underverse, even getting a whole animated short about it and how big of a deal it is that he’s joining - only for him to end up having like, 8 lines. and well, this IS promotional material, i wouldn’t be surprised if jakei was just hyping up his appearance because so many people had asked for him to be in the show back when the animated behind the scenes shorts were still available.

it’s a little disappointing to think about, considering both his potential as a character and from this banner alone [and especially considering the fact that most of his potential is typically missed or squandered by creators and fans alike, there’s like one tiny circle of fans that actually acknowledge his potential as a character lol], i’d LOVE to see a more antagonistic version of epic.

but, i don’t think jakei actually has anything planned and this was more for the joke of him being so hyped up only to barely be a background character. oh well.

thanks for letting me ramble bruh ! :>

[violetjedisylveon]

I just caught up on grinning shadow, and I feel the need to long form ramble because I love it!

So, with the post-season 5 healing process, I feel like MK's is the least explored so far. The core of his identity crisis is 'everything' about him being connected to Wukong and Mac, so he chooses to pack up and leave it all behind while he discovers himself. With that in mind, he would probably be the most awol of the monkie kid cast.

Im curious what his process is like. I could totally see him full on leaving to become a traveling hero in other parts of the world for some of those years. So far that Wukong and the Journey couldn't possibly affect things. Like full on finding other lands and mythologies to adventure in. Making his own adventures to sort of build a whole new identity for himself. But that begs the questions of what sort of adventures lead to what sort of growth and change? What new people would he bring into his life to be his own? Etc.

And he obviously wouldn't fully stay away from the cast, probably makes rare visits or invitations when he needs Mei or Red Son. But even they are rooted in his connection to Wukong, so they could only do so much for his healing. Especially with Red Son only being in his life because of the staff, complicating his already confusing feelings (yay romantic angst to slow the burn) and then you add that Mei is also helping his sisters, and it becomes a 'she has enough emotional weight lifting on her plate' to MK's mind.

I'd bet he is actually the longest one to get on board for when they finally visit wukong (not the hardest to convince, that being the sisters, but takes the most time) because not only would he be there so less often, making him the least aware of a problem, but for his crisis, reconnecting the family would be like stepping back into that world and identity, so he would have to be the furthest along his recovery before being able to join them.

Then you get into how the cast feel about him leaving. His dads and uncle Sandy probably take it best because, honestly, they know he's healing and he's grown to 'leave the nest'. For Wukong it's probably numb pain, because it's reaffirming his 'better off without me' crisis. The sisters would likely be hella conflicted. Senses of abandonment mixing with guilt, but they also have their own healing to focus on. Red Son is of course cursed to an even slower burn romance with ling distance relationship thrown in, but i bet he is the one mk contacts most without even realizing it. The ones most hurt would probably be Mei and Mac. Mei would HATE the fact that she couldn't fully help carry the weight with her best friend, and miss him the most. She may even occasionally get angry at him when she's especially low or lonely (though she would never let him see that qhen he is around, and be guilty at herself later) And then poor Mac may feel guilty about creating him into so much pain, but could never regret it at the same time. And he wants his kids, but is scared to be around them. and all that complexity would have nowhere to release, because MK would be avoiding him too! Even his nicest kid 'wants nothing to do with him' (or so his brain says) It could even be the sisters who get them to meet again after their reconciling with Mac (like, "Bro, go see dad already!")

Sorry for the long ask, but THIS IS WHAT YOUR AMAZING TALENT HAS DONE TO MY BRAIN!

Am I in the general ball park for MK's identity crisis, or were you imagining something totally different?

Yeah that's pretty on point for what MK's going through, with a hefty does of body dysmorphia and discomfort because this is what he looks like:

He looks like someone tried to make his sisters from memory, which is what happened, Macaque was subconsciously recreating his cubs when he was making MK, he's literally a replacement for them.

That's great for the psyche!

And then he's dealing with the fact that he literally can not escape Wukong because the Monkey King is everywhere, fucking everywhere, he's even in Scooby Doo! I'm not even joking, he gets a cameo in Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated.

I hadn't really thought about how he gets onto better terms with his family (sans Wukong) until now, but having Bai He and Chao-Xing be the ones to facilitate it would be nice, and a way for them to sort of apologize for all the shit they did to him by trying to help him get better, they're not the greatest at feelings but they are trying their best.

And they can help him realize that he is his own person and more than he was intended to be, he's not a replacement, he's MK, their baby brother. They're going to be insufferable big sisters.

Thank you for this wonderful ramble! I'm so glad you like my au so much 🥰

Grinning Shadow AU Masterpost

[asiandra-dash]

I am once again asking for your akikasa support. (Headcanons) pretty pleeeeease with a pancake on top?

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG UM I FORGOT THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AND I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO TYPE ANYTHING UP ON VACATION I'M SO SORRY also I'll be answering your other Akikasa ask with an AU if that's cool cause um no hc or stuff was specific on that one and I'm going to explode if I keep quiet about my AU any longer

The the little emojis in brackets are HCs I stole borrowed from my friends

Akito sings in his sleep. Sometimes Tsukasa wakes up to hear it and he doesn't dare to move until silence fills the room again.

Tsukasa probably snores and it annoys the hell out of Akito.

Whenever Akito can't sleep Tsukasa mumbles a bunch of super cheesy stuff to him until he falls asleep [❄]

Whenever Akito thinks Tsukasa's talking too much, if not many people or no one they know is around, he kisses him and that shuts him up immediately because Tsukasa is the one who usually gives the kisses.

Before Akito and Tsukasa started dating Rui would sometimes tease Akito about it. Akito never told him but Rui obviously put the pieces together.

Rui is absolutely an Akikasa shipper lmao

Before they started dating Rui probably locked them in a room together once and came back to them making out (lol)

Most of the time at school if Tsukasa starts screaming about a bug Akito will appear out of nowhere and take care of it, no one ask where he came from.

They both have an album on their phones of photos of each other trust.

Akito can kind of draw and sometimes when he's zoning out in class he'll find that instead of notes he's made a small doodle of Tsukasa in his notebook and it takes all he has to not physically cringe at himself. [⭐]

Meanwhile Tsukasa does them intentionally while somehow taking notes. He likes showing them to Akito who loves them but refuses to admit it.

Whenever someone brings up Akito and Tsukasa's relationship, Akito begs them to shut up while Tsukasa casually hops in and takes over the conversation.

"Tsukasa? I mean, he's cool, I guess." "AKITO??? [Insert a 15 paragraph essay on how much Tsukasa loves him]"

I think they both listen to each other's alt vocals of their songs

Tsukasa definitely learned some VBS songs, especially Akito's focus songs. Sometimes Akito will hear him humming one of his songs and god he loves this idiot so much

Akito refuses to admit he learned any of WxS's songs but trust me he did and when Tsukasa found out for the first time he burst into the room SHOCKED

Akito booped Tsukasa once and the blond kinda just. Stood there. In shock. Cause. Like. What. Akito was the last person he expected to get booped by.

Akito likes it when people mess with his hair, even though he'll act all pissy about it. But sometimes he lets Tsukasa pet him.

Tsukasa found this out after Akito came out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower and his hair was still drenched and Tsukasa insisted he help him dry it.

Yes they definitely stay over at each other's homes sometimes.

Whenever Akito stays over at Tsukasa's, he often wakes up to breakfast (and it's usually pancakes)

Tsukasa frequently gets woken up by Akito's midnight texts and he would complain if it wasn't for tired Akito being so overly affectionate

Whenever Akito gets sick and Ena can't take care of him Tsukasa comes over to take care of him and he will go all out

Tsukasa buys things for Akito a lot because it reminds him of him

Tsukasa swears Akito hates him sometimes and when Akito finds out he will frantically try and find a way to make him change his mind

Whenever Akito has dry lips Tsukasa makes him put on lip balm and if he refuses he puts it on himself

Like he will literally make him stop whatever he is doing and MAKE HIM put it on

Akito wears a lot of jewelry like earrings, necklaces, piercings, etc. and Tsukasa sometimes helps him put them on... Though he does question why he wears so much

Tsukasa rambles a lot and though Akito spaces out at times when he does, he still appreciates that Tsukasa trusts him enough to talk about whatever on his mind

I refuse to think about how things will go after Tsukasa graduates but they probably call a lot I guess. Idk it hurts to think about it

I think I talked about this already but I wanna say it again Tsukasa steals Akito's hoodies a lot

Whenever Tsukasa comes over almost every time he finds one of his hoodies gone and when he asks Tsukasa about it he denies it until he wants to give it back (He has at least five sitting in his closet)

Akito doesn't mind though lol and Tsukasa always gets him new hoodies anyways (even if they're not exactly pretty but he'll still wear them)

Whenever Tsukasa wants new clothes Akito goes along with him cause trust me even if a bunch of those VBS outfits look ugly as shit Akito knows what he's doing

Tsukasa always carries an umbrella with him when he's out with Akito just in case it rains

I think it would be really funny if Ena sometimes had to tell them to stfu when Tsukasa is over cause trust me they ain't gonna be quiet (Akito room reveal when)

I got bored in Hong Kong and decided to ask all my friends if I should make a satire Darkside Akikasa GLMM... It doesn't look satire at all please help me (I have one minute left to make)

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[teddybeartoji]

miji first date lore please? 👉🏾👈🏾

AMIRAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR REMINDING MEEE KISS KISS KISSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okok this will be one big ramble i am warning you right away lmao this just popped into my head the other day and i think it's veery very cuteeee so i need to talk abt it heheheheeee

ANYWAYYY . so this is in the beginning beginning i'm talking about like... a few months into KNOWING each other right? we're not dating we're barely friends lmao we're just only getting comfortable around each other (well i got comfortable a bit quicker he's the 'shy' one heresdgsahdasghdhgas) but we know each other well enough to know that we're both movie buffs aaaand which movies the other likes and so one day i just decided to . ask whether he wants to go and see this one older film that they're playing again on the big screens with me.

it was kind of out of nowhere we literally just happened to be arriving home (at the apartment complex i mean) we took the lift up at the same time and then walked to our neighboring doors and i.. just blurted it out. now you see.. i did say 'date' in my original post didn't ishgadghdghasghdgha

while to me, it really was more of like a.... i-like-him-he-makes-me-feel-safe-i-want-to-hang-out-with-him-more kind of a thing i didn't really think of it as a DATE (not that that would've been a bad idea it simply was not how i thought of it). but to him, the big guy...... well he was caught VERY off guard it was very cute😭😭😭😭😭 for one he just hadn't had anyone ask him out in a hot minute aaaaaand i think deep down he thinks that HE should be the one to ask me out instead he's old like that okay

here's a fake intermission bc i realized i can't really remember how much have i actually talked abt miji like how into detail have i gone before...... well long story short (in case i haven't talked abt it IF I HAVE SORRY FOR REPEATING IT) we are both living in some other european Country, he has lived there for about half a year maybe a bit less when i move in aaand we happen to be apartment neighbors. and so we end up finding solance in one another because well the change is hard aaaand we're both... soggy wet cats lmao

BACK TO THE POINTTTT his ears were burning and he had to clear his throat a good few times which made me say that yk.. you don't have to say yes i was just thinking that you'd maybe like the idea bc i know you like the movie and he was very quick to dismiss the first part and say yes (it does make me a bit happy to see him flustered i cannot lie he stumbled over his words there a little it was very endearing)

don't get me wrong.......... he makes me incredibly nervous too, like the butterflies in the stomach nervous, PLUS I GET NERVOUS ALL ON MY OWN TOOO but i think the fact that he just makes me feel very very safe kind of... overtakes all of that which ends up making me the bolder one lmao

okok so when it finally came down to the actual 'date', he was there first. i am usually the one to arrive everywhere super early btw so seeing him sitting there on one of the small couches a whopping twenty minutes early was very... interesting (i was kicking my feet in my mind i was very giddy). he was wearing like theee most basic clothes he had on one of his big hoodies (he had the hood on but then took it off the moment he saw me) and his big jacket and well . unfortunately for me he looked SOOOOO FUCKING GOOODDD JFC i was just staring at him for a few seconds there lmao i love him sm

i am almost always the one to lead us and that was like that back then and it is like that now,, i lead where we go and he always follows me around without a question. we went to get our popcorn and drinks and he trailed behind me and he held the big cups and then almost had a stroke because i managed to pay for everythingghasdhgfhsgwegfejjgfgha TO ME IT WASN'T A BIG DEALL HE WAS JUST HOLDING THE THINGS HIS HANDS WERE FULL I DIDN'T MIND PAYING I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABT IT while he was having like a meltdown insidegdfshhfjhsfeegsdfahfhga he's so silly

during the movie nothing Big happened but i do think he liked the way i kept leaning towards him aaaand i think he liked the way i ushered him closer when i wanted to whisper smth to him:33333333 he kept stealing glances at me but this time there was no arm around the shoulder (too early for him) aaaaaaaaaaaaand then after the movie we walked back home together and it was sooooo so so lovely we listened to me ramble and then made some terrible terrible jokes that made me laugh very hard aaaaand it was all just very fun we both had a great time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think in his mind this did count as a date btw i think this was very important to him even more important than it was to me!!!!!!!!!!!! the idea that he felt giddy too is... making me very happy lmao i want him to be sick over me alwaysssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAY I THINKKKK THIS IS IT FOR NOW IT REALLY DID TURN INTO A PROPER RAMBLE I'M SORRY I'M SORRY he's my most beloved guy ever i want to dote on him i want to take him on dates i want him to kick HIS fucking feet okay......

[the-quiet-light]

“Aaaand we’re here! Hey, Millie, do you think we could- Millie?”

Dusk looks around, the crowd a sea of unfamiliar faces and emotions. Her traveling companion is…gone.

(HEY!)

Woah, woah, slow down, she’s alright. You won’t be alone too long.

(Hmph.)

Besides, you’re never really alone, you have me!

(I…guess that’s true. Well, nowhere to go but forward!)

Dusk skips as she walks, finding herself in an oddly good mood. For some reason, she tends to be really cheerful in the railroads…it’d be a lot less fun otherwise, so it’s probably for the best.

Pretty soon she ends up looking for somewhere in town that won’t make her feel watched or force her to leave…not easy in a place full of NPCs. She ends up settling on a quiet, run-down looking bakery. It’s seemingly empty and desperately needs renovated, but somehow manages to be a little cozy despite it. The mismatched furniture and faint smell of baked goods gives it a sort of quaint, endearing charm. The only other thing of note is the somewhat forlorn young woman sitting behind the counter. She looks up when Dusk enters, and a pair of fuzzy rabbit ears perk up on her head.

“Oh! Um…welcome! Can I get ya anything?”

“No, actually, I was…mostly just looking for a place to sit for a moment and gather my bearings…my apologies, Miss.”

“Oh…um…can I ask you something, then?”

“Sure!”

“My sister went out to gather supplies a few days ago, and I haven’t seen ‘er since…She’s like me, but with a dress and a little taller and a little more…uh…harsh?”

“No, I haven’t, I’m sorry…funnily enough, I’m on a trip to find some friends of mine.”

The baker hesitates for a few moments, fidgeting with her hands.

“Could I maybe…join ya, then?”

“Absolutely you can!! I hate traveling alone, anyways…my name’s Dusk!”

“Harriet, nice to meet ya.”

The rabbit girl attempts a curtsy, before realizing she’s wearing overalls. She crosses her arms with a disappointed little huff. Dusk just laughs to herself, readjusting her satchel’s strap on her shoulder.

“Well, I guess we should get going then. Don’t want to keep them all waiting, Yunno?”

“Oh, that was fast- um- I’ll bring some bread!”

-one train jump later-

Harriet isn’t all that accustomed to talking so much. Old, harsh words she can’t really remember stick in the back of her mind, turning her tongue to lead. She is even less accustomed to having a companion that talks so much. Sitting there in the train, alone in the storage car with her little road trip of two, she finds herself half convinced that Dusk could quite literally never run out of topics to ramble about. At least she’s actually pretty good at words…even if Harriet doesn’t know what all of them mean.

“I mean, deer are adorable, and I’m not just saying that because I’m biased- have you ever seen one before?”

“Um…no…”

“Really? Well, now you have, kinda!”

She giggles to herself.

“But that is pretty strange…”

“I don’t see a lot of animals…I have seen bunnies, though! They’re so cute, I really wish I had one for a pet…though I don’t think that’s would’ve been possible before I was here.”

“…you’re human, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Do…do you miss it? Being out there?”

“…nah. I don’t. I mean, this place isn’t exactly pretty, but…ya know, I feel a bit more free, now.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, I don’t remember all that much, but yeah. I think I like this better.”

“Huh…”

“Y-Ya said you’re from outside the railroads, right? Could…could’ya tell me a bit about it?”

She fights the old instincts screaming at her not to ask people for things. It’s disrespectful and rude, isn’t it? Dusk is being so considerate to her, and she’s done nothing but be a bother and not even contribute to the conversation she’s such an idiot how will she ever survive-

“Harriet?”

“Huh? What? Sorry-“

“Slow down. I’m not mad, okay?”

“…y-yeah.”

How did she know that? Eh…question for a later time.

“You want to know about the world outside, right?”

Nodnod.

“The world I come from is-“

It’s going to be a long way to the wall…but it’ll be a more pleasant trip than most in this place.