#he can't make eye contact with her when shes being affectionate at the best of times

[high-key-satan-low-key-satanic]

Yuri : That was so hot, babe.

Satan : Thanks.

Yukio : I'm a little scared to ask, but what did he do?

Satan : Nothing? I literally called some filthy human who flirted with your mother a degenterate dog and told them I planned to turn them into a blood eagle if they were persistent.

Yukio : I'm sorry a blood-what?

Satan : A blood eagle, it's not too difficult to do. You just carve the back open and cut the ribs away from their spine, pull out the lungs from the gap, and inflate.

Yukio : *Disgusted*

Satan : Blood eagle, honestly, what do they teach you in school nowadays.

Yuri : Again, I'm so in love with you.

Satan : Again, thanks.

[ii2ko]

MY PRINCE CHARMING!

— synopsis. like all fairytales, the princess always has her prince charming. but they never really explained how that prince courted her.

pairing. 1A boys (katsuki bakugou & shoto todoroki) x princess!reader | genre. romcom, fluff | mlist

reminders! your quirk is "summon", so basically you can summon anything and anyone to your liking along with it under your control! :3 you an activate it either by saying it out loud or manifesting it in your head. (ex. manifesting a whole army and ordering them to take down the enemy is possible.)

KATSUKI BAKUGOU, who's very well known for being brash, tries asks you out with(out) aggression.

“hey princess, come over here for a sec,” bakugou calls out to you from across the classroom, reclining in his desk with his feet up.

right now, you can't tell if the nickname "princess" is just his way of being rude or if it's meant affectionately in a mean way with hidden sincerity. either way, you haven't quite gotten used to it yet. leaving uraraka and tsuyu behind, you make your way towards his desk; which feels like an eternity in his opinion.

“what's your problem, bakugou?” you retort, unintentionally sounding harsh. “what's with your attitude princess?!” he growls, “just cause you’re coming from some stupid royal family doesn't mean you can talk down to the world’s soon greatest hero.” bakugou says in your face with his stupid grin. but right now, not only is he standing a little too close for your liking, but small explosions are going off in his right palm. is he trying to have a conversation by threatening you??

kirishima interjects, sweat dropping as he attempts to defuse the tension between his best friend and the class's princess. “I'm sure she didn't mean for it to come off that way!” he looks at you, hoping for agreement. “yeah, man! you just need to chill.…” denki adds on, but his voice trails off quietly. “also, you should just spit out what you wanted to say.” He says the last part a little louder before whistling and avoiding eye contact with the hot-headed guy who swears at him.

“spit what out? a threat or—“ “yeah! a threat that I'll crush you in training today, pretty girl.”

...

"bakubro,—" before bakugou can realize his mistake, you (along with kirishima and denki) beat him to it. “did you just call me pretty?”

finally, it dawns on him. and he feels like dying when realization hits. “what? no, I didn't. I called you ugly.” “nuh-uh. you called me pretty.” “no, I didn't.” he huffs with a tongue click following, “did all the tiaras and stuff you wear brainwash you and get to your stupid head?” you giggle slightly at his reaction as he looks away, hands in his pockets, ready to walk away from the whole situation. well, he’s trying to salvage his pride. you’ll give him that.

“stop fuckin' laughing brat!” he yells, clearly embarrassment took over. “dude just tell her already!” denki groans, hands in his face as he's already frustrated with how his friend's so freakishly good at stalling a confession. “bakugou, dude... I'm just gonna hang with mina.” kirishima comments, trying to give the two of you some space alone. “yeah, same here," denki agrees while giving a sly teasing smirk to his exploding friend as they both stand up and make their way towards their pink-haired best friend.

and now, it's just the two of you. you in front of his desk, and him with his back turned to you, head down.

“uh, I don't think there's anything interesting on the floor for you to be looking that long.” you tease him, “shut up...” nice. you got him to talk. “is that all? so much for a threat.”

"go out with me."

so straightforward. “...speak up bakugou. I can't hear you!” I said... gooutwithme.” “still can't hear you~!” “I SAID GO OUT WITH ME DAMMIT!” he practically screams as small explosions go off. nervous much?

also as he screamed at you, the multiple heads of your classmates turned towards you and the boy who's most likely going to blow your head off after kissing you trying to comprehend what they just heard.

“show some respect towards your crush!” you deadpan, “shut it!”he scoffs as he finally faces you. “…is it yes or no?” the now less embarrassed or angry (you really couldn’t tell) asks quietly, surprisingly audible over all the chatter about the two of you.

“it would've been nicer if you did this properly,” you say. "wh—?!” “but sure, I accept your challenge of beating you to a pulp in training.” “…” bakugou stands there, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and a ‘what the fuck did you just say’ with slightly pink blush visible on his pale skin.

“...It's a yes, idiot.”

suddenly, he can breathe properly and releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. “stop playing around, brat,” he smiles at you as you laugh.

he was nervous over nothing, just like what his friends said.

SHOTO TODOROKI, one of the most strongest guys in your class... no, in UA, verbally expressed he was amazed with your quirk?! is he flirting with you..?

“yn, please excuse my sudden compliment, but I must say your quirk is amazing. especially with your control, it definitely suits a girl like you.” the half-n-half user tells you, straight in the face even. you think you probably– no most definitely look stupid in front of him with your flustered expression, speechless too... “o—oh! you think so?”

...you wish shigaraki could decay this whole school right now and turn you into dust.

todoroki keeps his gaze on you as a small but evident smile shows on his lips. “yes, I think so,” he says in a more softer tone. you think it's much better than his stoic voice you often hear. “is there anything i said wrong? or made you uncomfortable?” you also think about how cute he can be without trying, and you hate it.

quickly brushing off his earlier statement, he sighs and fixes his stiff posture as response. “that's good to know. I wouldn't like upsetting a princess after all.” todoroki smiles at you before turning his heel to leave. “I will be taking my leave now yn,” how nonchalant could he be? “take care. I'll see you at the dorms.”

after todoroki bid farewell, leaving his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway, you found yourself wishing he would stay a bit longer.

“wait!” you hastily exclaimed suddenly, reaching out towards him with an arm, but then stopping with a twitch. the volume of your voice higher than you intended, making you shock yourself. todoroki turns around, puzzled by your abrupt gesture. it was probably just a reflex, he thought, dismissing the sudden movement. because surely, you wouldn't want him to stay for anything else, right?

in a surprising turn of events, you sheepishly invited him for lunch or dinner after exams, revealing your want for him to stay.

“um, sorry. would you like to have lunch, maybe dinner? sometime after training and exams.”

having practically asked him out, you blushed as he smiled, agreeing and taking out his phone. “what’s this for?” you inquired, still a bit pink in the face. “well, I do need your number for our date, don't I?” the icy hot user replied with an 'obviously' look on his face.

if you weren't red before, you definitely were now; perhaps even resembling a sunburn. did he just activate his fire quirk or something? the air kept getting hotter the longer you both talked.

“oops! my apologies for that...” you muttered nervously, inputting your number into his phone, adjusting your own contact details as well. 'yn! (≧∀≦)'

SAVE CONTACT ? YES | NO > YES | NO

“cute emoji.” todoroki plainly says, with a hint of adornment in his tone as he looked at your newly saved contact name. he thinks he’ll start using those emojis often. “haha, I know right…”

giving back his phone, you offer walking back to the dorms with him.

“I would like that, as much I like being in your company.” okay. he's definitely hitting on you now. “todoroki... sorry for my sudden ask, but are you flirting with me?” you say a little quickly with a flushed face, looking the other way to avoid his gaze. as you do that, he stops walking.

noticing his presence gone and a few steps back, you look back and suddenly you see his expression as one you’ve never seen before.

“t—todoroki?” you call out to him with a tone tinged with tinged with a new found anxiety and concern due to his sudden silence. unsure if he’s flushed of getting caught or genuinely contemplating if he was or wasn’t. but one thing you were sure about was how crazy the two of you must look, standing in the middle of a hall way going back and forth on each other.

besides all this, you hurriedly apologize for catching him off guard, trying to ease any discomfort you might’ve caused (you hope you haven’t, or else you really wish the league of villains would take you the moment you leave the building.)

“ohmygod, please excuse me for just asking that out of the blue, you really don’t have to—“ “yes. I was.” “huh?” “I was actually flirting with you,” the dual colored hair boy who stands in front of you, smiling bashfully; his gaze struggling to maintain eye contact but always seems to meet yours.

“sorry, was I moving too fast?” todoroki asks you with the gently and sincere tone that you could listen to on repeat. wait, what the hell? he’s just trying to ease the tension between you.

“no!” realizing you responded too hastily, you try to regain a normal composure and talk to him; but your words fail to come out right “ah, sorry… but no! you weren’t, I was just… um…” lord, your words were really failing you. so you think of the only thing sensible to get you out of this situation,

“walk away from me!” you commanded him, and in doing so he does. involuntarily. you gotta thank your quirk for this, honestly.

“wh- wait, yn!” todoroki calls out to you in a shocked but confused tone, “turn me back, right now!” he says as his body still walks away from you, having no control over your quirk.

as you hear him ask to be released, you immediately regret your decision on using your quirk in him.“come back to me.”

after hearing your latest command, he feels grateful as his body obediently changes direction and approaches you, coming within 10 steps. now standing before you, he nervously sweats, unsure of what to do or say. meanwhile, you avert your gaze, looking down as he gazes at you. “i’m sorry I was too nervous!”you exclaim loudly as you attempt to leave, but he interrupts you before you can manage your grand escape.

“please don’t go,” he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. you stop in your tracks from the surprised by his sudden change in demeanor and how gently he reached out to your arm. looking up at you after a moment of silence, with kind eyes laced with a loving intent, he takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to speak. “what I meant was, don’t be sorry.” he smiles, “and don’t leave.”

you swear you feel a heart attack coming.

“I’m sure you’ve already known, but I just wanted to say...i think you’re amazing. and i would really like to get to know you better.” you feel your heart skip a beat as you realize his true intentions. (as if he didn’t tell you from the beginning) a smile spreads across your face as you reply, “I would like that too.” and in that moment, the nervous tension dissipates, replaced by a sense of excitement for what the future may hold.

“so what do you say,” todoroki starts again; “do you just wanna start the date tonight?” he asks, a hopeful like look casted upon his face. who could say no to a face like that? you gleem at him as the corners of his mouth curl upwards more, feeling a sense of relief.

as he stands there, now going walk with you towards the dorms, he thanks himself for getting over with his own nervousness and complimenting you.

BONUS: “y’know, I didn’t actually know i was asking for a date.” you admit to him as you lean on the kitchen counter, watching your new boyfriend trying to chop chives. “really?” he stops cutting, now looking at you with a surprised smile. “yeah, really…” you chuckle, “I thought I was just asking for you to hang out.” your dual wielder boyfriend laughs, “well I’m glad I took it the wrong way and started flirting with you.” he sighs as he resumes to cooking. “yeah. me too.” you smile at the scene unfolding in front of you.

“stop fucking flirting. it’s making me sick.” “oh shut up bakugou.”

HI GUYS!!! finally posting this after it’s been in drafts since like may I really like how this turned out especially todoroki hehehehehehehheh can u tell I really like him. but anyways, I’m thinking if I should do a part 2 with deku and uhh idk. but anyways!!!!! hope u guys like this 𝜗𝜚.

[sjywrites]

༊*·˚ Prada & Versace

: ̗̀➛ 𝓢ugar 𝓓addy!𝓛ee 𝓗eeseung x 𝓕!reader. 𝓖enre smut, fluff, age gap, s2l. 𝓢ypnosis where reader is a broke and single college student celebrating her best friends birthday, and at said party she meets someone who might solve more than just one of her problems. 𝓦𝓒 estimated 5-10k. 𝓒𝓦 age gap, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), pet names (good girl, baby, slut in an affectionate way!), mentions of alcohol, both hee and reader smokes, reader is a bit intoxicated but still fully aware of what she’s doing.

𝓝ote this is a sneak-peak of the actual story, this is the first story I’ve ever posted on tumblr so if you see anything that I can improve, please let me know. I want the first story I post to be good enough for me to be motivated to keep writing!

This is purely fiction and is not meant to interpret how the idols act in real life!

,, not proofread + english is not my first language ! ೃ⁀➷

Flashing lights, loud music and the smell of sweaty bodies. That’s what most clubs look like, and this one was no different.

It was Ryujins 19th birthday, and she wanted to celebrate it with just her closest friends and her girlfriend. That’s why Y/N agreed to it in the first place. She’s not used to social settings and spends most of her time stressing over finals, so being forced into a social setting wasn't making her any less stressed. Her and Ryujin are the complete opposite of each other and she can’t really remember how they became best friends, but somehow they did. And that’s why she’s in this position right now, pressed between strangers in a club that reeked of alcohol, dressed in a skimpy black dress that barely covered her up.

“Hey Y/N, get me another drink will ya’!” Ryujin shouted and laughed, fully intoxicated. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea Ryu” I said, a little worried about her condition “you’ve had a lot already” I tell her, hoping she would just give up “It’s fineee, I’m fineee, trust!” She laughed and grabbed another beer. I tried to stop her but she was too fast. I just gave up and sighed, trying to reason with her when she’s drunk is like trying to argue with a wall “You’re gonna throw up later I’ll tell you that.” I grabbed my lighter and walked outside for a smoke, leaving her to Yeji, her girlfriend. I love Ryujin, but sometimes she can be a handful to look after.

I walk out on the balcony, leaning against the rack and admire the glowing night sky, letting the cold wind run over my body. It’s a relaxing moment until I hear someone approaching and I assume it’s either Ryujin or Yeji, until they lean against the rack beside me. Build too big to be either of them, I look over in their direction. A tall, hot guy with glasses stands there. He lights a cigarette and looks over to me. I forgot how to breathe for a moment, embarrassed, I looked away slightly. When I look back to see if he’s still there, we make eye contact. He’s close enough that I can feel the heat roaming around him. And I can't tell if it’s the embarrassment or the close contact with the man that makes my cheeks heat up, but I’d rather not find out.

I take a look at the man in front of me, scanning him up and down. Dressed in a suit too fine to be worn at a basic club, hair styled in a way that makes it look almost untouched, and his eyes, his eyes were so easy to get lost in. I snap out of it when I realize I’d been staring for a while, a slight smirk on the man's lips as he leans down to my level.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer”

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A/N please let me know if you want me to finish it! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated ♡ (Also someone please teach me how to make my posts aesthetic I've never posted on Tumblr before so I don't know how it works 😔)

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Hii bestie!! Can i request a blurb idea?? Like H has a friend who is very flirty with H nd whenever reader said something about that girl H saying like no she just being friendly nd reader is really insecure nd H found out that girl is really mean to reader too, so he confront that girl nd then he console reader that she is only girl for him!! (So sorry for this long idea no pressure about writing this)

Nd I love all your lil stories ahh I'm obsessed!💗

noo lovie don't apologize! thank you for sending this in!

nothing but you

words: 1.4k+

warnings: mentions of jealousy, insecurities, cursing, crying, kissing. some inappropriate behaviour.

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"Mmm, you look so good today, Harry," Emma purred, letting her hand trail down Harry's arm as he walked into class.

Y/N frowned from her seat across the room, watching the shamelessly flirtatious interaction between her boyfriend and his friend. Emma was constantly touching Harry or making suggestive comments, and it made Y/N's insides twist with jealousy and insecurity.

"Thanks, I guess?" Harry said awkwardly, gently removing Emma's hand from his arm as he took his seat next to Y/N. He leaned over to give his girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek. "Morning, babe."

Emma rolled her eyes dramatically at the affectionate gesture. "Oh please, get a room you two," she commented with a fake gag.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and irritation. She reached under her desk to give Harry's hand a squeeze, needing the reassuring contact.

After class, Emma sidled up to Harry as they walked down the hallway together. "So Harry, I was thinking we could go over that English lit homework tonight? Maybe grab a bite to eat too, make a nice study night of it?"

She fluttered her eyelashes at him coyly. Y/N felt a flare of jealousy in her chest as she walked slightly behind them. She knew Emma's "study nights" with Harry were really just thinly veiled attempts to monopolize his time and flirt relentlessly.

"Oh um, I can't tonight actually. Y/N and I had plans," Harry replied, gesturing to Y/N hovering nearby. He draped his arm casually around her shoulders, pulling her in close.

Emma's perfectly plucked eyebrows raised skeptically. "You two seem to have an awful lot of 'plans' lately. Hmm, well let me know when you have a free night for your friend Emma again, 'kay Harry?" She blew him an air kiss before sashaying off down the hallway.

Y/N scowled after her retreating figure as Harry pressed a kiss to her hair. "Don't let her get to you, babe. You know I only have eyes for you."

"I know, I know," Y/N sighed, leaning into his side. "I just can't stand how disrespectful she is towards our relationship. She flirts with you constantly, even right in front of me!"

Harry frowned, hating to see her so upset and insecure. "Hey, you're right, that's not cool of her at all. Let me talk to Emma and set her straight, make it clear her behavior is out of line."

Y/N managed a small smile at that, feeling a little better that Harry was taking her concerns seriously. "Okay, thanks love. I don't like making things awkward or uncomfortable, but that girl just has no boundaries."

Over the next few days, Y/N tried her best to brush off Emma's suggestive comments and blatant flirting whenever she was around Harry. She trusted that Harry was loyal and committed to her. But it was still hard not to feel a prickle of jealousy and hurt whenever Emma ran a hand through Harry's hair or giggled over-dramatically at his jokes.

Things came to a head one day at lunch when Emma plopped herself down on Harry's lap in the middle of the cafeteria, throwing her arms around his neck.

"You're just so strong and cuddly, Harry. Don't you two make the cutest couple?" she said with a saccharine smile, shooting Y/N a smug look.

Harry looked bewildered and vaguely uncomfortable as he gently tried to disentangle Emma's limbs from around him. "Uh Emma, what are you doing? You know I'm dating Y/N…"

"Oh don't be like that, silly! I'm just being a friendly, affectionate pal," Emma insisted with a giggle, snuggling even closer.

Y/N had had enough. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hand down on the table as tears burned in her eyes. "That's it! You need to stop with this inappropriate, gross behavior right now Emma! Can't you see how awful and disrespectful you're being?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's outburst, her hurt and jealousy finally bubbling over. Emma at least had the decency to look vaguely sheepish as she reluctantly slid off Harry's lap.

"Woah, okay sorry…didn't realize I was making you so upset Y/N. I was just messing around," Emma said with an exaggerated pout.

"No, you weren't just messing around! You're always all over my boyfriend, making comments, touching him without any boundaries! It's humiliating and awful, and you need to stop right now," Y/N said fiercely, angry tears spilling down her cheeks.

She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the cafeteria, needing to get away before she completely lost it in front of everyone. Harry watched her go with a pained expression before turning to Emma with barely concealed fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Emma? Did you really think it was okay to continuously disrespect my relationship like that? Y/N is my girlfriend - the love of my life! And you've just been relentlessly trying to make her jealous and upset this whole time?"

Emma at least had the decency to look slightly abashed, though she quickly tried to cover it with a nonchalant shrug.

"Oh come on Harry, we were just having a bit of fun! You know I'm an affectionate person, no need to read into it so much."

"Fun? Fun?!" Harry sputtered incredulously. "You've been purposely trying to make the girl I love feel horrible about herself, all because you can't handle the fact that I'm not interested in you like that!"

He shook his head in angry disbelief, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "You know what, I think we both need to just cool off right now before I say something I might regret. But you seriously need to reevaluate how you've been acting before I'm willing to even try being your friend again."

With that, Harry stood up and hurried out of the cafeteria to go find Y/N, leaving Emma looking uncharacteristically flustered behind him.

It took a bit of searching, but Harry finally found Y/N tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying. He felt like a total jerk for letting Emma's behavior go on for so long without calling her out on how much it was hurting Y/N.

"Y/N? Oh babe, hey…" Harry said softly, crouching down next to where she was curled up. He gently brushed away the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs, cradling her face in his hands.

"I am so, so sorry for letting Emma treat you like that," he said, staring into her eyes intently. "It was inappropriate as hell, and you were right to call her out. I should've shut that shit down ages ago instead of brushing it off as harmless flirting."

Y/N gave a small sniffle, leaning into his warm touch as she stared back at him with shimmering eyes. "I-It's okay, it's not your fault. I know you'd never cheat or purposely hurt me. It's Emma who has the problem, not you."

"Still," Harry insisted, brushing his lips across her forehead. "I hate that I made you feel so insecure or like I wasn't a hundred percent committed to you. The truth is, you're the love of my life, Y/N. My soulmate. I never want to be with anyone else, ever."

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat at his earnest declaration. She searched his eyes, finding nothing but absolute sincerity reflected back at her. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Yeah? The love of your life, huh?" she teased lightly, feeling some of the tension easing out of her body.

Harry grinned crookedly at her, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against hers. "Mmhmm, without a single doubt in my mind. And don't you ever let Emma or anyone else make you question how special and amazing you are to me."

He kissed her then, slow and deep, putting every ounce of his feelings into the embrace of his lips on hers. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N felt slightly dazed and giddy, all her previous hurt and anger towards Emma momentarily forgotten.

"I love you so much, Harry," she whispered, resting her forehead against his.

"And I love you," Harry murmured fervently. "More than you'll ever know, my gorgeous girl."

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[privateanxieties]

these final hours

Summary: When your job becomes too overwhelming, Frank decides enough is enough. A brief conversation reveals that things run deeper than he thought.

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His verdict comes down one Sunday evening, breaking you from the melancholic stupor you're well into traversing.

"Alright, that's it."

There's a part of you that wants to protest immediately. It's always the first one to make itself known, because it's the one that feels the most fear. No, you cannot just quit your job, no matter the toll it's taking on you. No matter how many people tell you it's making you fade. No matter how little you stand to gain from keeping it up. Because if you do, then - then -

"Don't look at me like that. I said that's enough. You ain't going tomorrow."

There is, however, another part of you: the one that could cry out in sheer relief just by being presented with an out.

You don't even know what it is, exactly. Everyone has to work who was not born fortunate. People have much harder jobs than you do, and they get paid even less. So many struggle to make ends meet. You have neither the long, nor the short straw. The work is completely average, though perhaps below your capabilities. Definitely below your studies - God knows you're not justifying any of those student loans, save for maybe lots of jobs requiring some kind of degree these days. No, you can't quite grasp where all this melancholia with regard to your job originates.

When you really look at your situation, you have to abstain from getting carried away by overwhelming disappointment over how unjustified all this grief seems. Things could be a hell of a lot worse. People go through things at work that render them suicidal, and here you are, on a Sunday night, sad that you have to wake up for your commute.

"Sweetheart, you gotta talk to me. Alright? Can't handle seein' you like this. Nothin's worth it, you hear me? Ain't a goddamn thing in this world worth what this shit does to you."

Frank's hand on your knee makes you immediately tense up. It's instantaneous sensory overload from a simple touch and you can't explain it. It bothers you that you can't explain because it's another thing that's wrong with you. Another overreaction to an inoffensive event.

Before you can move away or even just barely take a breath, the warmth of his skin disappears. You hate the relief that washes over you. Who feels better when someone they love stops being affectionate? You, apparently. Always against the grain.

"You know I'm not making you do anything. Yeah? Need to hear that you know that."

A nod is what you manage, but eye contact has yet to happen. You theorize that if it were to happen, if you were to see him in this moment of wild vulnerability, you'd probably want to run from him and all else in the world.

"You don't have shit to prove to anyone. You included. Can't try to beat yourself into a mold if that mold's just gonna take away all the best parts of you."

Your chest rattles, and you try to keep your breath from becoming a pained gasp.

"You know, just 'cause I read doesn't mean I'm good with words. That's all you. But I'll say whatever I gotta say to get through. I ain't losin' the woman I love to a fucking job. And I sure as shit ain't letting her believe she's gotta do what the world says she's gotta do. Break herself as many times as she has to just to get approval. Can't do shit with approval, I'll tell you that."

Against all odds, words tumble out of you like a knocked over pot of crayons. Sharpness everywhere.

"I fail at - at everything. I haven't done one thing right my whole life. I quit everything I start. Everything - Frank, I can't st-"

An involuntary sob rips straight from your heart.

"I can't stand myself. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of my days not belonging to me. I'm tired of getting nowhere. I'm tired of not having any good reason to be like this. Every day I have to know, I have to wake up and go to sleep and never stop knowing that I am the way that I am. And I wish something would just happen so I don't have to keep-"

It stops. The flow of words you've never said out loud, even to yourself, stops dead. The silence floods the remaining space without delay but it, too, does so fruitlessly.

Frank has heard enough. Enough to know exactly what you've sworn you would protect him from.

"Will you look at me?"

The softest plea. You don't think you've ever witnessed it.

"Need to see it. Yeah? I need to see it in your eyes, what you just said. And then we'll figure it out. But I need to know, sweetheart. Because if I gotta protect you from your own mind, Imma be honest with you - I need different gear."

It's a weak attempt at humor, but not completely unsuccessful. Mostly you just know that Frank means every word. And you know, as your gaze meets his at last, that the part of you that always resists outside help has lost some strength. You're not too far gone to be able to admit that your thoughts have been getting bleaker. It's a newness that scares even you, who's been down this path before. Somewhere, it seems a turn arrived that even you weren't aware you'd taken.

But Frank is nothing if not relentless. There is no road he won't track you down on and no path inaccessible to someone of his determination. You can see it in his eyes, along with the subtlest glimmer. You're making him worry, and when Frank worries, he plans. Ten, maybe twenty steps ahead - which is why he locks away your phone with his guns for the night. It's safe to say you won't have an alarm for tomorrow, and the relief that fact brings isn't unaccompanied by guilt. Frank soothes it with promises and his unique brand of realism - you'll get through everything together, as long as you're honest. No more hiding, no more detours.

You're not sure how good you'll be at it, and when you voice the thought to him, Frank doubles down as he pulls the covers back from the bed and you both slip under them.

"You know what being good at therapy looks like?"

You hum your curiosity.

"Not needing relief anymore. Promise to let me know when we get there. Yeah?"

You press your fragile promise into the skin of his cheek, tucking your head below his chin and wrapping as much of your body around him as possible and, for the first time in weeks, drifting off instead of fighting to sleep.

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-fin-

A/N: just a short piece that I hope brings you some comfort if you need it.

[brights-place]

Would you be ok with writing Velvet x troll!reader headcanons? Platonic is good, but if you feel comfortable doing romantic then that’s good too :)

Velvet X Troll! Reader

Pairings: Velvet X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Crimp abuse

A/N: Okay this request is a mix of Platonic and Romantic headcannons of dating and being friends with Velvet! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

- Velvet wouldn't tell anybody about being friends with a troll - You were sweet and nice... your singing was amazing she never knew how amazing trolls sounded - You would tell velvet stories about how it's like being a troll - Velvet loves picking you up in her hand and letting you climb her shoulder or sit up top her head while she talks to veneer or staff who just can't help but glance at you or Velvet before cracking a slight smile when seeing you sleep on velvet's hair as velvet scowls at staff or veneer - Velvet is jealous how you sing so well but she always admires you after a few seconds staring at you with doe eyes as your small body danced - As a small troll you used your hair to swing around velvet and veneers room and Venner would clap since he enjoys it while velvet records it and save's it to her photo album called 'My Troll ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)' - You always accompanied her on every shopping trip, dress rehearsal and personal meetings to discuss her opportunities for her career as you cheer her on - She always stares to the floor since she watches to find you - This girl! I SWEAR! velvet isn’t very affectionate - So most of the hugging and kissing will be done by you. She may act like it annoys her but she likes it sooo fucking much! She even secretly craves it - Will defend you with her life! your so small and so cute she can't lt her cute friend be attacked by some lower class - If somebody ever wrongs you, they’re banned from all her shows! If it’s somebody on the internet, she’s fully prepared to send her fans after them. She’ll then do her best to make you forget about the person completely cause she cares for you - When you are working the two make sure you get an break and don't overwork yourself so they keep you company - Velvet likes to give you gifts as an thank you secretly when you leave buying you expensive things and when you pick it up staring at it confused she loves how you would be all giddy - She makes sure to buy you things that are expensive treating you like her sugar baby instead of her friend - The first time she gave small gifts you were confused since you didn't know who gave it to you and worriedly looked around asking velvet and veneer if this was fan mail to them - Veneer stared at you confused but noticed how velvet denied that she had any idea of the box before you even questioned her if she knew - Veneer would laugh at his sister whenever she tries to add more gifts to your desks cause she loved seeing your smile especially when she saw you wearing the gifts she bought you and leaves on your desks

- You also scolded crimp about how she was helping them and made sure to tell the authorities crimp was also apart of it... You ain't letting crimp slide she helped the two - Even though that happened you still visited them in prison even though you cried when seeing the two stare at you with shame mainly Veneer - You would smuggle in small gifts for them and Velvet would always take it quickly cause you knew she loved gifts as she always thanked you anyway taking it with an smile. - Velvet at the beginning of your relationship can’t initiate shit, so you’ll have to hug her and/or kiss her well you have to jump up and down shouting at her or you are just shaking her pants legs if she is wearing pants or pat her shoes to get her attention - When you entered her room to see her shoving a troll into a diamond perfume bottle which you froze at while veneer held a look of panic trying to stop Velvet before he froze making eye contact with you - You stared at him taking a small step back as your small tiny legs started to run from them where velvet made eye contact with you shouting at veneer to grab you while the troll that Velvet once held that was now in the bottle shouted for you to run. - You were caught and held in velvet's hand as you stared at her as she told you to be quiet telling you that this had to be done as you bit her thumb as she nearly dropped you before throwing you into the bottle with the other troll as you screamed reaching your hand out as the bottle cap shut making you stuck with the other troll.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[kissitbttr]

hey, don't know if you're taking requests, fell free to ignore (and forgive if I write something wrong, I'm actually Brazilian)

could u do a Eddie and mean cheerleader, after that fight series, where she's been acting weird and not like herself lately and Eddie notices, so when he confront her, she tels thats because she still thinks about the things he said, like, got a little insecure about that part "I get why you're ex's got feed up"

that part got me real bad 😭😭😭

anyway, thanks even if u can't, love your writing 💕

hii sweetheart!! no need to apologize, you’re good!! thank you for requesting!💓🫶🏻

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the morning after the makeup sex, eddie thought that everything was going well. she cooked breakfast for him, wore his shirt, put on her favorite record and gave him a kiss before hopping into the shower. he was smiling to himself throughout, overjoyed by the feeling of his girlfriend finally in his arms again.

but it didn’t exactly last. few days after, he sensed that something was up. she rarely smiled at him, dodged kisses at school, not wanting to hold hands, being really short with him and avoid eating lunch at his table. it’s all confusing because she’s extremely affectionate with him. he misses the feeling. feeling of being wanted.

after days of having all these assumptions and negative thoughts, he figures he should confront her about it. that’s what healthy couples do, right? figure things out?

“hey..” he quietly greets, hands shoved in his pockets while walking over to her locker,

y/n stops talking to her friend and glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. “yeah?”

“can we talk?” eddie feels a glare that maya shoots over at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable and to be frank, pretty pressured too. “alone?”

hesitation written all over y/n’s features. but she knows, there’s no way she could talk her way out of this.

she mumbles something to her best friend’s ear before she walks away. closing the locker door shut, y/n leans sideway with her temple and shoulder resting against the cold surface,

“what?”

“did i do something?” he asks straight off the bat, sounding terrified. not only because of what he may have done but the look on her face that screams terror. it’s the look that she gives before telling someone to fuck off or she’ll kill you,

“what makes you think that?” she scoffs, looking at her nails while chewing on her gum. “is that all you wanted to know? you can bounce if it was.”

okay something is definitely up.

“no—sweetheart, is there something going on?” eddie steps closer, face falling when she takes a step back. “see! w-why did you do that?!”

“did what?” she rolls her eyes, turning her body away from him so her back is now pressed against the locker. “ugh, don’t you have a little campaign to do? i hate having to hear those little shits saying I’m holding you back.”

“because my girlfriend is far more important than any d&d plays right now!” his voice turns a bit more aggressive, looking at her in disbelief when she isn’t even trying to hold an eye contact. “they can wait for all i care!”

“can we not do this?! god, it’s irritating! i hate when people give me migraines, it should be the other way around” she lightly massages both temples, smacking her gum and missing the way her boyfriend’s shoulders slumping at her response.

“you’re saying I’m giving you-“

“yeah you are! okay you know what, i don’t have time for this so I’m going leave. we’re measuring new cheerleader outfits for next competition.” she pushes herself off, “see you later, eddie.” with that she walks aways, making his heart stops and jaw dropping down to the floor by her last statement.

eddie?! fucking. eddie?! no, no, no. shit, shit! this is not fucking good!

“fucking—“ he pauses before he loses his shit, because he’s this close. this close on getting absolutely ballistic. “why can’t girls just say what they needed to say!” he mutters to himself with a head shake,

—

“you know you can’t avoid him forever”

maya’s comment is making y/n tired. she has been going non stop about eddie and how they need to fix things up. it feels like listening to a mother’s lecture.

y/n’s eyes wander around the crowd in the lunch hall, stopping her stare when she sees him. looking to her direction with his brows furrowed, anxiously biting his lip and fingers fiddling. he pays no mind to his friends who are obnoxiously talking with each other. fighting over the campaign’s schedule and who they need to get for lucas’s substitute.

like he said. not important right now. he’s figuring out what mistake he had done so he can get on his knees and ask for forgiveness. he’s thinking that maybe—he forgot to buy her pads? what was the name of the brand, again?

“whatever. i am not talking to him and i am not going to give him what he wants” she shrugs, tearing the bread harshly with her hands. “i still hate him.”

“you guys fucked as a way of making up. that doesn’t make any sense” karina intervenes, as a matter of factly. “it’s sort of weird. and now you’re not talking?”

“I can still despise a bitch and be friends with them. just like how i’m with you.” y/n gives her a fake smile, seeing karina rolls her eyes before going back to eating,

“jesus, no wonder people hate you.”

“yet, they still love telling me their secrets. so i must be doing something good.” y/n answers, blowing a kiss as a form of mockery.

“okay y/n!” maya claps her hands. “you need to fix this shit you have going with your man. it’s not healthy and sorry to say sweetie, the way eddie has been looking at you non stop for ten minutes is getting really creepy.”

maya cringes when she looks over to the back, seeing eddie with his head tilting to the side, sad look on his face and chin propping on his open palm. brown eyes only fixated on his girlfriend,

“god you two make me sick” she jokingly stick her fingers in her mouth and pretend to gag, stopping soon y/n sends her a death stare. “it’s a joke! jeez—why didn’t you tell him that thing that has been bothering you? he deserves to know. i’m sure he’ll understand.”

“because he’d overthink that. i don’t want to make him feel more shittier.”

“see? you still care!”

“of course i do!” the girl replies defensively, arms crossed. “he makes me feel things—emotionally. when I’m with him, i finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love, it’s like he’s meant to be with me—ew okay—what the fuck have i become?”

with a chuckle, maya wiggles her finger at y/n. “you’ve become soft.”

“stop that!” y/n smacks the finger out of her face, scolding as she feels a small tug in her heart.

when she thinks of eddie, butterflies is what she gets. none of that ooey-gooey stuff happened during the relationship with her exes. some, maybe. but not to the point where she feels like she would turn into a huge pink glittery puddle. it’s all for him. for her eddie. just by hearing his name—then his hair, his smile, his scent, his cute button nose—just makes her want to hurl,

but in a good way,

“we’ll see though.”

—

everyday after school, it has become a routine for y/n to skip her steps towards his van at the parking lot. launching at him with a big smile, giving him a sloppy kiss without any care in the world. then the two would take a little trip to the skull rock where they both can make out with each other by the lake, half naked while getting high. and often encourage him to lose all his clothes and swim with her.

then eventually fuck when the sun is about to go down.

so that’s what he’s doing. standing by his van waiting for her to come out and just hope that she’s in a better mood than before. they barely talked during school, he couldn’t even get her to play with his hair—let alone talk—and it’s making him go crazy.

“y/n!” he calls once he spots the pretty girl walking out with her friends, “sweetheart! over here, woohoo!”

eddie waves his arms in exaggeration while jumping, probably looking like a freak but eh, what else is new.

“oh god, what the fuck is his problem now!” she groans, stomping her heel into the concrete. watching how her boyfriend doing weird antics to get her attention.

“babe—you should go to him” maya bumps her shoulder, nodding his head. “that man is suffering, i can tell.”

“I don’t know” she scratches the back of her head, flipping her hair to the back after. “maybe tomorrow?”

“girl, I don’t think he can handle tomorrow” maya frowns, seeing eddie keep jumping and waving. hair bouncing everytime he does. “never seen a guy so whipped before. not even when you dated ‘he who shall not be named’.”

“he’s not that whipped.”

y/n moves her gaze to where he’s at. seeing him standing there with a sad pout thinking that she’s not looking. hand on hips, clearly frustrated before stomping the ground and kick a pebble.

“okay that’s kind of cute.” y/n’s admits, melting at the sight. she knows that she has to face him one way or another, sooner or later. or else he isn’t going to stop. he’s pretty persistent. “I’ll see you guys in a bit”

she doesn’t give her friends a chance to respond and walk over to where his car parked. her lips purses with a cold stare, one that could make people run for their lives.

not him, though. yes, eddie should be afraid. because it’s the look that he’d like to call ‘loopy y/n’. one where he should be shitting bricks but hey, mean girls make him feel things—down his pants.

“y/n! my love, my princess, my sweet sweetheart! thank the lord you have finally graced my life with your existence!” he shouts dramatically, hand over heart as he breathes a loud sigh of relief. “i was going absolutely crazy without you, can we go now?”

“eddie” she warns with a glare, feeling rather annoyed at how loud he is being right now. earning concerned glances from other kids. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“chariot awaits, my princess” he bows down, ignoring the rude tone laced on her voice. “now come on! we got skull motherfucking rock to go to!”

“eddie” she says once again, in a nicer tone. itching to give him a hard kiss and a hug so tight his ribs pop out at his adorable demeanor and words. this man can never give her a break.

“you’re drawing attention—what makes you think i want to go?”

“because we always do?” he replies as matter of factly. “to you know—the usual? you and us naked, me rolling a blunt for you to smoke, my fingers fucking your—“

“okay stop!” she quickly puts him into a halt, arms crossed. “i don’t want to go. I’m going to the mall to pick up a dress i ordered a week ago. with my friends. see you later.”

as she about to walk away, there’s no chance eddie is letting her off that easy. so in instance, eddie reaches out to grab her wrist making her jump. immediately telling him to let go as she struggles to release from his tight grip but eddie is far more stronger.

he unlocks the back door of the van and shoves her inside, making her tumble in the process. if no one knew who they were, what he’s doing would probably came off creepy.

“you are not leaving until you tell me what’s going on!” he sternly directs, heartbroken at how she continues to avoid him like a plague without giving a clear explanation. “please— i know i don’t deserve you, i know that, okay? but you have to tell me.”

unfamiliar ache touches her heart, when she hears that. if anything, eddie deserves everything good in his life. she hates how he puts himself down like that. she doesn’t know how he tends to make that a hobby.

and she loves helping her boyfriend. she cares deeply for him. but when it comes to this, she refuses to talk about it. she’ll talk to him soon. when she gets better. even if she had to stay away from him

“nothing is going on! I’m perfectly fine, now let me out!”

“no” he stops as he covers the door. “i am not losing you again—i didn’t like how that feels! now please—for the last time, tell me what i did wrong, baby—please”

his pleading eyes looking at her, begging for an answer. desperately wanting to know what got her mind clouded that she has been really irritated with him.

she stares away, not replying.because seeing him like that would just make her break.

“we’re already good—right? w-we made up, you cooked me eggs and bacon, we had sex—after the party and one more the next morning—then we showered twice —you washed my hair” he reminds her, voice sounding so sad and defeated,

“but somehow after that you turned cold and short with me—what went wrong? do you regret it?”

she never turns her head so quickly before, “of course i don’t! i never regret a single thing i do with you, eddie—i just—“ she stops and sigh, sinking back into one of the chairs,

“it’s not what you did more like what you said to me”

“what? w-what was it? what did i say?“ he asks growing nervous,

“during the fight—i know i should let that shit go by now but I can’t” she says, looking down at her heels. “when you said, that all of my exes were fed up with me and stuff,—the way you said it was close to hearing you wanting to dump my ass.”

oh shit, eddie thinks.

“like okay i get it alright?! i can be too much, my anger issues are out of control sometimes, i hit people and slam their heads against a dryer, so what? just because i hate people that doesn’t mean they have to hate me too!“ she whines, genuinely feeling not good about herself

“and it kind of stuck with me up until today, eddie—what you said was close to my breaking point—you make me feel a little insecure because of that. I’m struggling to believe whether you still want to be with me or not”

someone please just shoot him in the head twice and bury him raw,

“princess” he begins, thinking carefully of what the next words might be. “i am so sorry—i-i didn’t mean any of that, oh my fucking god i am such a lousy boyfriend—yes! of course i still want to be with you! everything i said to you that was a complete utter bullshit”

slowly, she gazes up at him. still looking and feeling entirely unsure about the things he’s saying. he doesn’t blame her, she opened up about having trust issues about her past to him and he broke it. she believed in him and yet, he broke it.

but he knows for sure he’s much better man. not like brandon or any other of her dumb jocks exes that treated her like shit and not wanting to fix the relationship after. now he wants to. she’s basically the best damn thing that has ever happened to him. he’d be too much of a dumbass to let her go that easy.

and wayne would beat the crap out of him for it.

“i know you’re having a hard time to trust me again after that—but you have to believe this one thing” he grasps her hands and putting them over his chest as if scared for her to go. “i. love. you—so much that it drives me crazy, i can’t fall asleep without hearing your voice first, i get cranky when your peach flavored lipgloss doesn’t stain my cheeks and when I can’t even taste them on my lips, i can barely concentrate knowing you didn’t give me a good luck kiss before every each class—i love you, baby. and i will spend the rest of my life making it up to you—to show how sorry i am and how much you mean to me.”

“and i know that i can’t give you all the luxury you deserve—rings and a nice dress or some shit but once i get a job i will give you everything you want too—you name it and I’ll give you one. plus, i like it when you’re mean and violent. it’s hot. especially when you run your mouth over something. i’ll go bend over backwards for you, sweetheart.”

“this sounds like a marriage proposal” is the first thing she says once he’s done talking,

“well—it could be?“ he questions, “or could be just a vow I’m willing to give because you know—i will never stop loving you as my girl.”

eddie watches as her lips slowly form into a smile, pupils dilating and trying to hide the embarrassment that’s creeping into her skin. it makes him smile too,

“do really think i look hot when I’m angry?”

“insanely” he whistles, shaking his head. “hottest girl I’ve seen. that time when you took brandon down for me? oof, popped myself a boner!”

she giggles, getting on her knees and walk herself closer to him. “so I’m not annoying or acting insecure?”

“no way, sweetheart” he responds immediately, automatically feeling relaxed when she begins to get more comfortable. “i was being a huge dick for that, i’m sorry”

eddie stretches his legs, inviting her to sit herself on his lap. and when she does, he holds her by the waist and feels nothing but happiness overtaking his entire fiber being, knowing that he stole her heart. again.

“i know—you said that about twenty times now” she jokes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “i love you too, edsy—I’m sorry for giving you a hard time these past couple of days. and you don’t need to give me a dress or a fancy ring. i prefer your guitar pick over those shit”

his heart soars at that, thumping louder than ever. that’s probably the best thing anyone has ever said to him.

“now—skull motherfucking rock? yes?” she asks playfully , repeating what he said. his head bouncing up and down as an answer. “yay!! i do miss getting naked with you there—and who knows, maybe I’ll let you put it in another hole.” she pecks his lip and get up from his lap. sauntering towards the passenger seat.

eddie watches her ass moves under the skirt, swaying from side to side with eyes widening in excitement. seemingly cannot believe that he just heard her say that

oh he cannot fucking wait until they get there.

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i feel like this one sucks:// but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless, anon!

no part two for this bjsndbs

(and one where she took brandon out for him will be in another request, teehee)

[princess-sof-time]

Alright alright!! Im excited!! Thanks A-chan!!

I was thinking if you could write for Aqua, Ruby, Akane (Oshi no Ko), Shinji (Evangelion) and King (Nanatsu no Taizai) with a S/O that use glasses and really has problems to see without them (like they need to stare for some minutes or hold something pretty close to them to be able to reconize it), also anytime they removes their glasses for whatever reason they forget where they put them (even if a moment ago they had it in their hand)

I thought it could be really funny 😆

I found it even more funny when writing the reactions of the characters (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ──────

🄰🅀🅄🄰 🄷🄾🅂🄷🄸🄽🄾

☆ He is very used to you losing your glasses and he knows all the places you lost them and they are much easier to find and he keeps an eye on you and when you drop them off somewhere he picks them up and gives them to you .

☆ When you're without glasses and can't read or distinguish anything he helps you, being a great companion and always guiding you when you don't have your glasses on.

☆ Sometimes he hides his cell phone so you don't spend too much time looking at it and it hurts your eyesight, finding that cute side of you, but he worries a lot about your eyesight being so bad and always takes you to the ophthalmologist even if you protest all the time.

☆ It makes you have a routine together, distracting you and making you stay less on the phone and go on weekly dates with him, in addition to walks outdoors, always prioritizing the health of your eyes.

🅁🅄🄱🅈 🄷🄾🅂🄷🄸🄽🄾

☆ Helps you look for your glasses, always teasing you about how forgetful you are, sometimes hiding them for a few seconds later to hand them to you. She has to admit that she finds his forgetful ways very cute.

☆ Whenever you're having trouble recognizing something, she helps you, of course after teasing you about how you couldn't live without her, because of her forgotten way she ends up giving you several affectionate nicknames.

☆ Making you have outdoor meetings and calling your attention all the time so that you are less on the phone, maybe even using some more elaborate tactics and always going to your ophthalmologist appointments to support and reassure you.

🄰🄺🄰🄽🄴 🄺🅄🅁🄾🄺🄰🅆🄰

☆ She finds your glasses very quickly, memorizing all the places you've lost them before, always recommending that you wear a contact lens.

☆ Whenever she sees your difficulty reading something without glasses she reads it to you, becoming seriously concerned about how bad your eyesight is, you have your face glued to a picture of the two of you and it took her more than five minutes to recognize that was you in the picture.

☆ And affectionate but also strict with your vision problem forcing you to go to an ophthalmologist every year, since health is a priority, every time your appointment with the ophthalmologist is over she showers you with affection and words of support.

☆ Finds it funny how you can confuse things, once you thought you found a rabbit when it was actually a dog and it makes you laugh just remembering plus many other things you've already confused.

🅂🄷🄸🄽🄹🄸 🄸🄺🄰🅁🄸

☆Shinji can't believe how quick you are to lose your glasses, they were in your hand a few seconds ago. Being someone very special to him makes him not mind spending a few hours looking for his glasses.

☆ He sometimes thinks it's funny how you're always holding something close to your face to recognize the words or object, helping him beforehand so you don't have to suffer so much to distinguish what it is.

☆ Ask Misato to take you to the ophthalmologist all year round, because it really is something very necessary, he wants the best for you and your eyes, whenever you go out he accompanies you so that you don't get lost if you lose your glasses.

🄺🄸🄽🄶

☆ He is very protective, he loves you very much and doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, he keeps you company and doesn't leave your side, he is very worried that you will get lost or that someone will take advantage of you because of your bad eyesight.

☆ Every time he finds your glasses or helps you recognize something and you bombard him with thanks and compliments, it makes him feel embarrassed and bragging a bit, and he keeps thinking all day about your compliments that always make him stay with flushed cheeks.

☆ He is always at your disposal and is always helping with whatever you need, finding it cute when you are concentrating to recognize something.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─────

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Being a pack means sticking together-in more ways than one. And when one member of the pack is missing, everyone feels it, but especially the head alpha. Chan's never been good at expressing his emotions, or coping with them. Luckily, he's got eight people on his side to take care of him when he can't.

A/N: NIKKI (🦈💙 Anon) WHERE ARE YOU. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU BBY. THANKS FOR THE PROMPT IDEA. 💗

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Y/N, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst

Title: Before You Know It

“It’s just a week.” You say with slight consolation, as you snap the last closure shut on your suitcase, and zip up the final pocket of your backpack. 

Jeongin whines-a sad, plaintive sound-and Felix groans, as Hyunjin complains heatedly, “Yeah, but a week is gonna seem like a lifetime, noona!” 

“I know.” You glance up at the trio of omegas with a slight grimace, and step toward them, giving them what you hope is a convincing smile as you tousle Jeongin’s dark hair. “But I promise, I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Don’t leave us, noona.” Jeongin begs, clasping warm fingers around your wrist so you can’t pull away, as the scent of yeast and baking bread sharpens noticeably in the air. “The hyungs will make us do things with them, because they don’t want us to mope around and be sad, and god forbid I have to go to the gym with Changbin-hyung.” 

“Or cook with Minho-hyung.” Hyunjin visibly shudders. 

Minho appears in the doorway then, pointing a warning finger at the suddenly contrite omega. “I heard that, Hwang Hyunjin. Kitchen duty. All week.” 

Hyunjin groans, and Felix gives him a sympathetic pat on the top of his head. 

Changbin joins Minho in the doorway then, glancing over his shoulder, taking in your current predicament, trapped between the three whining omegas, and shoots you a clearly sympathetic look, before clearing his throat. 

“You need to get going soon, or you’re gonna miss your flight, baby girl. Pass me your suitcase.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You sigh out, though you know he’s right, and untangling yourself from Jeongin’s grasp, doing your best to ignore his sad whine at the loss of contact, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, rolling your suitcase in Changbin’s direction. 

He lifts it easily, and disappears, presumably in the direction of the car. 

Minho offers the omegas a shrewd look as you cross the room to stand beside him. 

“You three. Find something else to do. (Y/N) needs to get her ass to the car before Christopher has an aneurysm.” 

“I swear to god-” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, heaving a sigh as he pushes himself up off the bed. “-he’s like a dad in that regard.” He pitches his voice lower in a representation of the head alpha, scowling his face into a serious expression as he waves a finger between the other two omegas. “‘You know the saying when it comes to the airport, Hyunjin, three hours early, or consider yourself late.’”

“Is that supposed to be me?” 

Chan appears then, letting his hand drop affectionately onto Minho’s shoulder, as he glances at Hyunjin, one dark brow disappearing into the curls of his bangs. 

Hyunjin snorts. “Of course it is, hyung.” 

“Hyung.” Jeongin whines out, bounding up and across the room to throw his arms around Chan’s middle. “Don’t let noona leave.” 

“Ah, Innie.” Chan cards his hand through Jeongin’s mop of hair, where the omega is currently burying his nose into his ribs. “This is a good opportunity-a great one even-for (Y/N), yeah? She’s been invited to this conference because she’s one of the best in her program, and we should be nothing but proud of her for it.” 

You offer him a grateful smile, and he tilts his head, watching you for a moment, as Jeongin mumbles against his sweater, “Yeah, I know. Still sucks though.” 

“It does.” Chan agrees quietly, and something melancholy flickers across his expression, quick enough to miss, before he leans over to press a kiss to the youngest omega’s head. “But she’ll be back before we know it.” 

“Okay.” Minho interrupts, reaching forward and taking your backpack from you before you can think to protest, giving the remaining members of the pack a sharp look as he ushers you toward the waiting door. “Noona really needs to get going now. Say ‘bye noona!’” 

“I love you, yeah?” You manage to brush your fingers with Hyunjin and Felix’s outstretched hands as Minho pulls you out of the room, calling over your shoulder loudly, “I’ll video call every night, okay? I’ll be back soon!” 

Chan murmurs something beneath his breath to Jeongin that you can’t quite make out, and then the omega is slinging his arms around your waist for one more quick hug before retreating back to the older omegas waiting on the bed. 

The smell of bread lingers in your nose, even as you step outside into the crisp Autumn morning air. 

Changbin is leaning against the car, trunk still popped, deep in quiet conversation with Seungmin, when you all emerge, but they both look up at your exit from the house, and Changbin steps toward you, taking your backpack from Minho and placing it with your already packed suitcase. 

“All ready?” 

You nod, biting your lip, and Changbin offers you the hint of a smile, before he crushes you to his chest in a strong hug, and you let yourself enjoy the feel of his warmth for a moment, the smell of smoke in your nose, both a contrast to the chill bite of the morning air. 

“You’re gonna be great.” He murmurs into your hair, nose brushing the crown of your head, and you manage a nod. “And don’t worry. We’ll be fine.” 

You sniff, and he squeezes your arms with the warm palms of his hands, before he releases you, turning to shut the trunk. 

Seungmin steps up to you then, straightening your jacket, and looks you seriously in the eye, his lips a thin line. 

“If you embarrass us, or the department, in front of all those big wigs, I’ll personally have Minho-hyung murder you.” 

You laugh, the sound slightly watered down, and throw your arms around the beta. 

“I’ll be sure to name drop you before I do anything even slightly embarrasing.” 

He grins now. “You would.” 

You grin back. “Only for you, baby.” 

There is the jangle of keys as Minho tosses the set to Chan, who has once again joined you all, ball cap pulled low over his face, breath steaming in the cold air. 

He rubs his hands together and glances in your direction. 

“Ready?” 

“Almost.” You assure, before you turn to Minho, who suddenly looks like a cornered feline ready to bolt at any moment. 

“Don’t.” 

“Minnie.” You wheedle, stalking toward him, even as he backs away from you, eyes flashing dangerously with his glare. 

“Don’t.” 

You practically tackle him with the force of your hug, and you hear the air leave his body in a little oomph of sound, even as you bury your face in the jacket he wears, the smell of spiced amber tickling your nose, lulling your worried brain into a sort of safe space, at least for the moment. 

“I love you.” 

“God.” You can hear the smile in his voice, even though his actual words are dripping with feigned sarcastic annoyance. “I hate it when you’re sappy like this.” 

You tilt your head back and grin up at him, and he crinkles his nose in disgust. 

“I know.” 

He sighs, like the weight of the world is suddenly on his shoulders, and shoves you away, back toward the car. “I love you too or whatever. Now get going.” 

You take a step back, giving him a little wave. 

“Tell Jisungie bye for me, okay? And that I’ll call tonight?” 

Minho nods and waves you toward the car with his hand, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. So you’ve said. He has a break from clinicals at noon, text him from the airport and tell him yourself.” 

Chan opens the passenger door of the car for you, and you slide into the seat, the blast of the heater a welcome warmth on your feet, as you wave to the pack members standing on the front lawn, and then to the trio of omegas just visible in the front window, noses pressed to the glass. 

Chan closes the door, saying something to Changbin and Minho, muffled and unintelligible through the glass and over the sound of the radio, and then he crosses in front of the car to slide into the driver’s seat. 

Turning to you, he offers you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Ready?” 

You glance out the window, waving one last time to your pack, and take a deep breath. 

“Ready.” 

The car lurches into motion and heads off down the street. 

*******

Chan is tapping his fingers against the steering wheel along with the beat of the music, and your exit is looming dangerously quicker and closer, when you finally decide to ask. 

“Are you okay?” 

His gaze jerks to you, and he looks almost guilty, before he blurts out, a little too quickly, “Yeah, why do you ask?” 

You shrug and let your gaze drift out the window, to the cars blurring past, the giant green signs announcing the approach of the airport. 

“Because I know you.” You reply simply, not looking at him, even as your wolf twitches its ears in sudden interest, the smell of petrichor growing heavy and damp in the small space of the car. “And I know how you are.” 

“And how am I?” 

Out of the side of your eye, you see the corner of his mouth lift into the start of an amused smile. 

“Selfless.” You answer immediately, and Chan’s head jerks in your direction, surprise washing across his face. You glance at him now, expression serious, even as the car angles to take the exit for the airport. “You fake it til you make it, because you want everyone else to be okay first, even if that means shoving your own emotions and worries down deep to deal with later-or maybe even never.” 

He opens his mouth to protest, and when he speaks, the words are a stammer, “No-I don’t-that’s not-” 

You level him with a stern look. “That’s exactly what you do.” 

He sighs, long and heavy, and stares out the windshield, fingers once again tapping on the steering wheel, but in an almost anxious pattern now, no longer keeping to the beat. 

There are a few moments of silence, the airport now looming, and then you let your hand drop onto his thigh. 

“Christopher.” 

He chuckles beneath his breath, though his knuckles are tight around the steering wheel as he maneuvers the car into the drop off lane. 

“You sound like Minho.” 

You smile, tight lipped, and watch as he finally pulls the car into an empty space at the curb, sliding it into park before sighing once more and turning to you.

He turns off the radio and opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words come out.  

You tilt your head and watch him, the people and traffic bustling busily past your stand still, but inside the car, it’s just silence, and things unsaid, and the smell of heavy incoming rain. 

“I don’t-” Chan starts, his voice quiet, and he clears his throat, glancing away from you now, eyes scanning the passengers streaming into the airport. 

He tries again. 

“I don’t want you to feel bad for going.” 

Your fingers squeeze around his thigh, and he blows a hiss of breath past his teeth, glancing down at your hand, before he threads his fingers through your own. 

“I know. I don’t.” You assure, squeezing his hand once more. 

He flicks his gaze up to yours and offers you the hint of a tight lipped smile. “You know how I get-a little too protective and entirely too worried for my own good. I just don’t like the pack being split up, it puts me on edge. But I’ll be fine.” 

“Are you sure it’s not just because you’re going to miss me like crazy?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood, as you lean over and nudge your nose into the side of his neck just below his jaw. 

“That too.” Chan chuckles, letting you nuzzle against him for a moment, scenting him, as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. 

The smell of wisteria and rain mixes pleasantly, and you relax again him, if just for a moment. 

Finally, you sigh regretfully, and pull back from him, offering him a silent apology with your eyes as you glance down at your watch. 

“Channie-” 

“You have to go.” He nods, something brief and unreadable flashing across his gaze, before he offers you another half hearted smile. “Go on then.” You twist the door handle, even as Chan gets out to unload your luggage from the trunk, helping you into the straps of your backpack, before you take the handle of your suitcase in your palm. 

He’s watching you fondly, a little sadly, and you throw your arms around him for one last petrichor soaked hug. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

He pushes you away from him gently, in the direction of the doors to the terminal, and motions with his head for you to get going. 

You do so, reluctantly. 

“Now get going, and make us all proud, Little Miss Scientist.” 

You grin at him over your shoulder. 

“No promises.” 

Chan tilts his head and grins, his eyes crinkling and dimples appearing. 

“You’ll definitely be the sexiest scientist there, if that’s any consolation.” 

You roll your eyes and wave.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just biased.” 

He arches a brow at you. 

“So what if I am? I’m also right.” 

You point a finger in his direction as the sliding doors automatically open up before you, and the wave of heated, airport air washes over you, along with a million unknown, overwhelming scents. 

Your wolf whines, instantly on edge, and you pull your mask up over your face. 

“Take care of yourself, Christopher. Or I’ll sic Minho on you.” 

It’s Chan’s turn to roll his eyes and wave now. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

One last wave in his direction, and you disappear into the airport. 

******

Chan is not fine. 

He’s spent two days in the studio cooped up, not eating enough and definitely not sleeping enough, when your call comes in. 

He picks up on the third ring. 

“Hey!” “Hey.” Chan forces a bright cheeriness into his greeting that he doesn’t feel, grimacing at how fake it sounds, even to his own ears. 

Thankfully, you don’t seem to notice. 

“Oh my god, it’s so good to hear your voice.” 

He leans back in the desk chair, creaking beneath his weight, and stretches his arms above his head, feeling his back slot back into place. 

He gets a whiff of the smell of his own body as he does so, and cursing his hypersensitive nasal capabilities, tells himself that maybe it’s time to go home and take a shower. 

“How’s D.C?” He asks instead, because he doesn’t want to think about that, not right now. 

“Oh my god.” You repeat again, voice rising in pitch and volume with your excitement, and Chan can practically see you waving your hands with your words in his head. “It’s amazing, Channie. There’s so many brilliant presenters and I’ve learned so much, not to mention, it’s been incredible to see things I’ve only heard about in theory done in demonstrations and-” Chan’s eyes feel heavy and tired, and he glances at the bright light of the computer screen-the unfinished song currently taunting him, the cursor blinking idly-and catches a brief reflection of himself, all pale skin and dark circles bruising beneath his lash line. 

He rubs a hand across his face, if only to rid himself of the sickly reflection, and rakes his fingers through his hair. 

“Chan.” 

“Mmm.” He hums a sound of acknowledgement beneath his breath as he hears you say his name, and suddenly feels all too guilty for letting his exhaustion tune you out. “Yeah, I’m here, baby.” 

There is a brief pause, the silence trickling down the line of the call, and then your voice, quieter now, more serious. 

“Binnie says you’ve been spending a lot of time at the studio. Working on your new stuff.” 

“Yeah.” He replies, without really thinking, before he clears his throat and forces a bit more enthusiasm into his words. “Yeah! I’ve been making some good progress I think.” 

“That’s good.” He hears the hesitation in your tone, and his wolf growls low in agitation. “You’re taking care of yourself, right?” 

Chan doesn’t like lying to you, he doesn’t, and his wolf absolutely abhors it if the low rumble of a threatening snarl starting deep in his throat is anything to go by, but he doesn’t want to worry you, doesn’t want to dampen your trip, doesn’t want to have to explain to you why he’s sitting in the studio for the second day in a row, wearing the same clothes, hasn’t even been home, nothing but the wane, cold light of the monitor to keep him company, a thread of a dozen unread messages the only testament to the actual depth of his solitude. 

So instead, he forces a lightness into his words that doesn’t at all reflect the tired, dull ache in his bones, in his head, and lies through his teeth. 

“Yeah, I’m taking care of myself, baby. Besides, that’s what Minho’s for.” 

He hears you let out a breath, heavy with relief, and then the smile is back in your tone when you reply. 

“You’re right. He won’t let you starve.” 

The pounding behind his left eye is starting to hammer into a crescendo. 

There is the sound of a door opening through the speaker, a few hushed words, and then your voice, apologetic, regretful. 

Chan’s wolf is torn between feeling protective and absolutely miserable at the sudden shift in atmosphere. 

“I’m really sorry, baby. But I’ve got to go. The next panel is starting soon.” 

Chan swallows hard, his throat feeling coated with sand. 

“Yeah, no. I get it. Go save the world or whatever.” 

You laugh, and it’s honestly the most beautiful sound Chan has heard in two days, though it sounds like it’s somewhat underwater and he can barely keep his eyes open now, the headache hammering away at the inside of his skull with a vengeance. 

His fingers find the power switch for the monitor and flip it, and the room is plunged into darkness. 

“I love you. I’ll see you this weekend, okay?” 

Chan stares up through the darkness at the ceiling, the phone held loosely in his fingers, warm against his ear. 

His entire body aches. 

“Yeah. Can’t wait.” 

You make a kissing sound through the phone, and the line disconnects. 

Chan sits there for a moment, in the dark silence, the phone still held beside his ear, and closes his eyes, the exhaustion making his body feel heavy, useless. 

His wolf whines, pacing circles, and he finds himself searching for any hint of wisteria, any lingering shell of frost, but all he finds is the mustiness of his own studio, and the smell of bitter rain. 

*******

“You look terrible.” 

Chan manages to sling his backpack close enough to the closet to count, and kicks off his shoes without really looking. 

Seungmin will berate him in the morning, but right now, he can’t even convince himself to care. 

Everything inside of him is being pulled toward the thought of a warm shower, and then the familiar cozy comfort of his bed. 

Sleep. That’s what he needs. 

“Thanks.” Chan manages to reply, though the words sound slurred, even to his own ears, and Minho looks less than impressed. 

“I saved you some dinner if you want it-” The other alpha intones blankly, reaching to pull open the fridge for Chan to see. 

Chan’s entire body revulses at the thought of food. 

Sleep. 

“No.” He shakes his head, and his vision is blurry, and it’s hard to focus on the outline of his boyfriend against the sudden, bright light from the refrigerator in the dimly lit kitchen. “I’m just gonna head to bed I think.” 

“Please tell me you’re gonna shower first.” 

That’s Hyunjin, sitting cross legged on the counter top, his nose crinkled in slight disgust-presumably at Chan’s musk-even as he helps himself to some of whatever batter Minho is currently making for baking. 

The elder swats the omega’s hand away with a wooden spoon. 

“Hwang Hyunjin, I’ll pull off your fingers.” 

Chan doesn’t even hear the luna’s retort, already stumbling out of the kitchen and down the hall blindly toward the end of the house where his bedroom and bathroom reside. 

Shower. 

Sleep. 

He manages to make it down the hallway and up the stairs without falling-a considerable accomplishment considering his eyes are already half closed-but his traitorous feet slow, and then stop, outside of a door that is most definitely not his. 

Why are we here? He asks his wolf silently, the exhaustion making his brain cloudy with confusion. 

And then, he smells it. 

Wisteria. And frosty pine. 

The confusion muddling his brain is gone in an instant, swept away like wisps of clouds in the face of a head wind, and Chan is suddenly on full alert, every inch of his body tingling, his nerves electric. 

Mate, his wolf whispers, and he reaches for the closed door, letting his fingers skim over the cool knob of the handle. 

It might not help, of course he knows this, the logical part of his brain is already balking at the idea, but he lets his hand turn the knob anyway, and before he can second guess himself, steps into the quiet, dark of your room. 

The scent, your scent, that lingers, instantly has every muscle in his body relaxing. 

The headache that has seemed to plague him for the last two days is suddenly quiet, no longer knocking at the inside of his skull. 

Mate, his wolf hums contentedly, and something inside of Chan has him taking a few steps toward the bed, his fingers trailing over your neatly tucked comforter, that is, until they touch something unexpected, something slick and cool, almost like plastic. 

Curious, Chan reaches for the lamp resting on the bedside table, and flicks it on. 

In the middle of your bed is a plastic grocery bag, neatly folded into a square, and on top, a note with his name on it, printed neatly in your easily recognizable handwriting. 

Chan reaches for it, his fingers trembling slightly. 

Channie, 

I know how hard this is on you, even if you won’t show it. 

Sorry I stole this, but I think you’ll be glad I did. 

P.S. You’re welcome to sleep in my bed while I’m gone if you want. Ask the omegas to cuddle pile you. That always makes me feel better. <3

He sets aside the note and carefully unfolds the bag, his familiar, worn, black Nirvana hoodie falling into his lap as he does so. 

He chuckles fondly, because of course that’s what you had stolen, his fingers kneading the soft fabric affectionately, and then it hits him. 

The smell. 

He raises the hoodie slowly, disbelievingly, to his nose and takes a deep whiff. 

Pine. Wisteria. The faint notes of the perfume you always wear. 

His tired, overworked body suddenly feels like putty. 

His wolf purrs. 

“I thought I’d find you in here.” 

Chan looks up at Changbin’s voice, the other alpha standing in the open doorway, and he suddenly feels weirdly guilty, like he’s doing something wrong, sitting in your room, on your bed, with his hoodie in his lap, drenched in your scent. 

But there’s no judgment on Changbin’s face-just quiet, affectionate understanding-as he says, “I know it’s hard on you, you know. Not having us all together.” 

Chan chuckles, a sort of self-deprecating, humorless sound, and glances down once more, watching the way his fingers disappear into the black fabric draped over his lap. 

“What gave it away?” He asks dryly, glancing once more up at Changbin, who is watching him knowingly now. “The dark circles? Or the stench?” 

It’s Changbin’s turn to chuckle now, coming to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. 

“All of it?” He shrugs, glancing sidelong at the head alpha with a smirk, before he playfully bumps their shoulders together. 

Chan appreciates the normalcy of it all. Changbin’s never made a big deal out of things, and it’s one of the many things he appreciates about the quiet, stalwart alpha sitting beside him. 

“But it was mostly the return to the old pattern of holing up in the studio for two days and shutting everyone out that really sold it.” 

Chan winces and rubs at the back of his neck, shooting the other alpha an apologetic sort of look. 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” 

Changbin shrugs. “All good. We know how you get. No one took it personally.” He grins. “Well, maybe Hyunjin, but he’s a little dramatic in the best of times.” 

Chan laughs. “I’ll make it up to him.” 

“I’m sure you will.” Changbin replies with a wink, sitting back on his hands on the bed, as he lets his gaze fall to the hoodie still cradled in Chan’s lap. “She leave you that?” 

“I mean, it’s my hoodie.” Chan defends instantly, but he sighs and nods anyway. “But yeah.” He raises the fabric to his nose and takes another experimental whiff, the strong smell of your scent filling his nose and instantly relaxing his tired muscles. “It helps, I think.” 

Now it’s Changbin’s turn to lean over and take an experimental whiff of Chan. “Yeah, you definitely smell less stressed.” He grins, crinkling his nose. “But also. You really need to shower.” 

“I know okay?” Chan complains, biting back a smile, even as he huffs an irritated breath. “That’s where I was going before I got sidetracked, I swear.” 

Chanbin pats his shoulder with a knowing smile, and stands from the bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden movement. He pauses in his trek back to the door to glance at Chan over his shoulder. 

“Minho’s worried about you.” His brow furrows, and he offers the head alpha a sympathetic look. “You should really consider eating something before you go to bed. I know it’d make us all feel better.” 

Chan sighs, and then finally nods, because now that he’s sat down for a moment, his stomach is starting to grumble with the telltale cramps of hunger pangs. 

“Okay. Yeah. Tell him I’ll be down after I clean up.” 

Changbin gives him a teasing salute before he leaves. “Yes, sir.” 

Chan sighs, his body heavy with exhaustion now that he’s given himself a moment to relax, and forces himself up from your bed, hoodie clenched tightly in his hands.

His head spins slightly as he stands-whether from hunger or exhaustion or both-and he takes a moment to right himself before he heads off back down the hall toward the bathroom. 

God, he really needs to take better care of himself.

*******

When Chan finally reemerges back downstairs-clean and feeling slightly less morose and disgusting than before, wrapped safely in the comfort of his nirvana hoodie and your scent-the pack is gathered around the kitchen table. 

The younger members are chattering loudly amongst themselves as they play some sort of card game, Minho swatting their hands out of the way affectionately as he sets down a fresh plate of Hotteok in the middle of the table. 

No one has noticed Chan’s quiet entrance yet, no one but Seungmin, who sidles up to him from his spot beside the refrigerator, leaning against the counter beside him in silence as they both observe the excited going ons of the pack. 

Finally, the beta breeches the comfortable silence between the two of them, not looking at Chan as he asks casually, “Did you finish the song?” 

It takes Chan’s sluggish thoughts a moment to catch up to the question. “What?” 

“Your song.” Seungmin glances at him now, a slightly amused look in his eyes, as the corner of his lip pulls up into something akin to the start of an exasperated smile. “The one you were working on. You know? The reason we didn’t see you for two days?”  

Chan feels as if he’s trying to force his thoughts through gelatin on their path to his mouth, but he finally manages to say, “Oh. Yeah. That song. No. I didn’t finish it. Still working on the bridge.” 

Not his most articulate work, but it’ll do. 

“Hmm.” Seungmin merely hums beneath his breath in acknowledgement, turning away from Chan once more to watch the ensuing battle at the table. 

“Bullshit!” 

Chan follows the beta’s gaze as Jisung’s voice rings out from the table, his offended glower and outraged fury directed across the table in Hyunjin’s direction, the said omega looking particularly smug. 

“It’s entirely legal, Jisungie. Maybe you’re just shit at this game.” 

“NO WAY IN HELL CAN YOU STACK A +2 ON A +4, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!” 

“Take it up with someone who cares, asshole.” 

“I will. This is unfair play on the field! Where’s my call?!” 

Beside Chan, Seungmin sighs. 

He glances to the head alpha with a look in his eyes that very clearly says help me, and pushes himself up off the counter. 

“Unfortunately, that’s my cue.” 

Chan watches as Seungmin crosses the several feet to the kitchen table-and the current fight-and leans over to look at the cards, before he promptly tosses one of Jeongin’s brightly colored socks into the middle of the table and announces blankly, “Unfair Play. Retract your card, Hyunjin.” 

“Hah!” Jisung looks vindicated, crowing loudly in triumph, as Hyunjin rolls his eyes and reaches for the offending card, adding it back to his hand. 

Duty done, Seungmin once again retreats back to his quiet spot beside Chan. 

“Good call.” 

Seungmin glances at him sidelong and offers him a sloped grin. “I like to think of myself as impartial, but sometimes, I just side with Jisung to fuck with Hyunjin.” 

Chan chuckles and glances back to the resumed game. 

“Also a good call.” 

“Christopher.” 

Chan glances up at the call of his name, and Minho appears beside them now, plate held in his hands. It takes a moment for Chan’s brain to register that he’s holding it out for him, watching him sternly and expectantly. 

He takes the offered food from the other alpha and nods his thanks. 

“Thanks, Min.” 

Minho huffs.

“It would’ve tasted better if you were here to eat it hot, but warmed up will have to do.” 

Chan bites back a smile as he lifts his chopsticks, and decides just to thank the other alpha once again, feigned annoyance and all. 

“Thank you, Min.” 

Minho grunts in affirmation beneath his breath and leans up against the counter beside them. 

“God, it smells so much like noona over here that even I can smell it.” 

Jisung appears now-having wandered away from the game-and wrinkles his nose in dramatic distaste as he takes a loud sniff of the air. 

Chan holds out his arm-clad in the soft, thick fabric of the scent culprit-and let’s Jisung take a small whiff. 

“I literally can’t even be in the same room with you right now.” 

Seungmin jostles his elbow into the other beta’s ribs. “I’m gonna make you tell noona to her face when she gets back that you don’t like her scent.” 

“That’s not true!” Jisung squawks, glaring at the other beta now. “It’s just that that hoodie is overpowering currently.” 

“Han Jisung.” Minho says sharply, but he ruffles the beta’s hair affectionately in a direct contrast to his words. “That hoodie is the only way your hyung is going to sleep while (Y/N)’s gone, so let it go.” 

“I like it.” 

Jeongin pops up beneath Chan’s arm now, burying his nose into the fabric of the hoodie and Chan’s chest, and the head alpha chuckles under his breath as the youngest omega nuzzles against him. 

“Me too, Innie.” He tousles the boy’s hair, giving him an affectionate smile. 

“Do you want to sleep in our room tonight, hyung?” Felix asks, watching Jeongin cuddle against the head alpha with a soft, fond smile. 

“Is no one playing the game anymore?” Minho asks with exasperation, as Hyunjin appears at his side, looping his arm around the older alpha’s waist. 

“No. Also.” He looks pointedly at Chan now, who is leaning his cheek against Jeongin’s hair, obviously getting sleepier by the moment. “I think an omega cuddle pile is exactly what you need, hyung. Felix is right.” 

Chan feels so relaxed like this-surrounded by the smell of you, and the warmth of his hoodie, and the safety and comfort of his packmates-and his eyes are growing heavier by the second, his body melting into Jeongin’s hold. 

Who is he to resist the offer of an omega sleepover? 

“Okay. Yeah.” He nods, barely able to keep his eyes open, as Minho takes his empty plate and Changbin shepherds everyone toward the hall. 

“C’mon. We can clean up in the morning. Let’s go to bed.” 

As they all file down the long hallway, Jeongin’s arms still around his waist, Felix at their side, Chan glances over his shoulder to Hyunjin and asks sleepily, “Did (Y/N) put you all up to this?” 

Hyunjin looks dramatically offended. “What? No.” He considers for a moment, tilting his head, and then grins at the head alpha with a shrug. “Okay. Maybe. She just said you have a hard time when the pack isn’t all together, and to make sure you take care of yourself.” 

Chan’s beginning to sense a pattern, but he’s too tired to fight it right now. 

He lets the omegas tug him into their room and push him down on the bed. 

Jeongin immediately curls up against his side, face buried in his chest, and Chan lets himself nose sleepily at the youngest omega’s hair. 

The smell of cinnamon warms his nose. 

Hyunjin waits until Felix has snuggled up against Chan’s other side, arm looped over his waist, nose in the skin of his throat, and then he glances between the trio. 

“Ready?” 

Felix nods and hums sleepily beneath his breath, “Ready.” 

Hyunjin turns out the lamp and the room falls into darkness. 

The bed creaks as Hyunjin crawls over to join them, Chan feels him settle down on the opposite side of Felix, the warmth of his hand finding Chan’s in the darkness, and then Jeongin’s soft voice asks drowsily,  “Hyung, do you want to call noona in the morning?” 

Chan finds himself nodding, his nose brushing the soft locks of Jeongin’s hair. 

“Sure, Innie.” 

The youngest sighs and cuddles up to him once more.

“Okay, good.” 

Hyunjin squeezes his fingers. 

“We’re glad you’re home, hyung.” 

Chan can feel his eyes drifting closed-the cocktail of the omegas’ scents and their warmth-already lulling him to give into his exhaustion. 

“Me too, Jinnie. Me too.” 

*******

“You sound better today, Channie.” 

Chan glances at the phone in surprise, your words echoing over the speaker, catching him off guard. 

“Do I?” 

“Yeah.” You state again, and Chan can almost see you nodding thoughtfully, even though you’re thousands of miles away. “Brighter. More yourself. I’m glad.” 

Chan ruffles Jeongin’s bedhead, and Felix rests his chin on the alpha’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly, affectionately. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I feel better.” 

“I’m glad.” Your tone is warm, genuine, and Chan feels nothing but loved. 

“Noona.” 

Hyunjin appears, sticking his head in from the adjoining bathroom, his voice raised so you can hear him from across the room, through the phone. 

“Yeah, Jinnie.” 

“Weigh in on something.” 

Felix groans, and Jeongin snickers, and Chan has no idea what’s about to happen. 

“...okay?” 

Hyunjin comes into the room now, tube of moisturizer still held in his hand, even as he takes up the phone and begins to pace back and forth purposefully. 

“Would you say that stacking a +2 on a +4  is allowed?” Chan gets it now, and he rolls his eyes as well, even as Felix burrows down beneath the covers, his nose peeking out, watching the Luna, as if worried another fight is about to break out. 

Luckily, it’s still early enough that Jisung is nowhere to be seen. 

“I mean, I guess it depends on what game we’re talking about here?”

Hyunjin stares dead ahead at the wall, as if contemplating murder, and then drops the phone back onto the bed without a second glance. 

“You’re dead to me.” 

You laugh, and the sound makes Chan’s insides all fuzzy with fondness even through the censorship of the phone speaker. 

“Wait, wait, Jinnie-listen-” 

It’s all gonna be okay. 

They’re gonna be okay.

He’s gonna be okay. 

And you’ll all be back together again before he knows it, Nirvana hoodie and all. 

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-burn, Love-Triangle/Square??, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDI), Romance.

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on). Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Status: Ongoing

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word Count: 3.3k

Chapter One: The Omaticaya _______________________________

~Y/N's POV~

Ever since I could remember I've always felt one with nature. The vast extent of the seas beauty seemed to make me stare in awe and wonder. It was as if the sea was calling out to me.

The waves flow gracefully along sea floor, bustling with life, my eyes taking in every vibrant color the sea had to offer. The sea life swam around me, nudging against me playfully. I smile wide as I catch sight of my Iiu swimming towards me, his eyes warm and inviting.

I gently clutch his face towards mine nuzzling it affectionately. He purred under my touch, amongst all the Iiu, he always came to my aid. We named him Atan; meaning light. We named him due to his very light pattern and white stripes that resembled ice. It looked like rays of light at times.

He was a very wise Iiu, always there for my every need, as if he can sense my call without me doing so. Like that one time Tsireya and I were fooling around near the edge of a high rock cliff, I knew it was high but I didn't know how slippery the rocks would be due to the immense waves that crashed against it regularly.

We were running around when I lost my footing, it was as if Ewya herself sent Atan to my rescue. If it weren't for him I would have definitely meet with all my ancestors at such a young age.

I gently nudge my head upwards as I gracefully swim on his back, I gently hold on as he swims to the surface. I'm finally able to catch my breath.

'What a beautiful day' I wonder looking at my surroundings. I can't seem to get over how far the sea goes, it has no end, nor beginning.

I feel a sudden chill go up my spine, something was off, not in a danger sense but there was something in the air that felt...exciting? New? I couldn't quite figure it out but shrugging it off my eyes wonder off to the sky. A smile crosses my features as I take in the beauty of the heavens.

Ever since I was a child, I always had a unyielding fascination towards the sky, the stars and all that was held within them. The blue hues just radiated beauty and wonder within me. I reminisce to the times I would skip out on my Tsakarem ( Tsahik training) just to climb the biggest rock or hill I could find, all to stare at the sky.

Father didn't approve of my side adventures, I was meant to become the best Tsahik as the middle child, as  the eldest daughter. Make my parents and my people proud. It didn't help that whenever I tried to focus on my duties, all my heart could want is the sky.

What I would do to soar above the clouds, no worry or responsibilities weighing me down. Atan notices my change in demure and chirps to get my attention. Giggling at his attempts to lift up my mood I stroke his head reassuringly.

My ears twitch as they hear something, not to far away. Lifting my head up I look around me, it was like a screech of some sort. I couldn't figure out where it came from. I look into the water, was someone in distress? Did someone need help? The sound had echoed, almost as though if it didn't come from the sea.

As if on cue I hear another screech, closer this time as I make out what seem to be Ikrans, 5 of them, flying towards Awa'atlu. My eyes widen, they had riders! Noticing the reactions from other fellow Metkayina's around me, it dawns on me that they weren't invited. I hear a horn alarming the village of their arrival as they soar right above me, my eyes widen at the beautiful sight.

I turn to my Iiu, I didn't even have to tell him to swim as he quickly swam towards where the Ikran's began to land. From the corner of my eye I spot my younger sister Tsireya motioning me to follow her, I nod as we race towards where they had landed.

As we near the shallows I get off Atan, giving him a silent thank you as I dive under the water before emerging, following my sister.

"Who do you think they are?" Tsireya asks as I move the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. Shrugging at her question I look past her towards the family.

Before I could analyze them I catch someone's stare. He was taller then the other boy that stood next to him, who was also staring at me in wonder. The taller boy had piercing yellow eyes that bore into mine. His black locks fell a little past his broad shoulders. My eyes trailed down to his dark blueish skin, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. It looked ethereal.

Feeling heat radiate from my cheeks I quickly look away as Tsireya giggles at my response. I press against her further hiding my embarrassment. We make our way towards them, my younger sister takes my hand into hers as we weave our way through the crowd.

Just as we make it into the middle I catch Ao'nung and his friend Roxto mocking the family, tugging at the sons tails. I could sense their irritation and feeling of discomfort.

"Do not, Ao'nung, Roxto" Tsireya hisses quietly causing the boys to quiet down.

I stand next to my older brother, elbowing his side softly in warning. He turns to me his hardened gaze softening as I give him an unimpressed glare. They were indeed not invited, outsiders that just arrived unannounced. But that doesn't mean we have to treat them as such.

I glance at the boys they were terrorizing, to my surprise both of which were staring right back at me. The shorter boy catches my stare immediately and smiles slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey" he says in a laid back tone. I have to suppress a giggle as I send him a nod of acknowledgement. Tsireya giggles at his remark trying to cover her giggle with her hand.

I then realize the taller one is still staring my way, I look towards him and offer a small smile to which his eyes widen slightly. He then does an introduction gesture which I repeat back to him. I feel Ao'nung tense up beside me. Clearly he didn't like them. Not one bit, it astounded me how my brother was so different from my sister and I.

I turn away from the boys towards my father who stood tall, seeing my mother beside him scowling at the family I gulp in fear. Mother is a wise and strong Tsahik, but she was also very...scary.

"You will be slow in the water" she says glancing at the family with disgust. I look over to see the father of the family, worry itched into his face. He looked desperate, pleading for a sanctuary. The mother had a child no younger the 7, clutching her leg in fear.

The girl my mother was pestering at the moment looked displeased as mother took her hands to inspect them.

"These children, aren't even true Na'vi!!" she exclaims holding one the girls hand for everyone to see. Gasps and hushed whispers spread throughout the clan. My eyes widening slightly noticing the 5 fingers as the girl retracted her hands.

"Yes we are!" she says looking scared and disappointed. Mother then walks down to the younger boy grabbing his hand as well, raising it high above.

"They have demon blood!!" she says sneering. The boy looks down, I felt a pang of sympathy as their father turns to mother fully. "Look!! Look! I was born from the sky people and now I'm Na'vi. We can adapt" he says looking at the people pleadingly "We will adapt" he adds. I feel my heart clench at the scene. They were outsiders, half breeds amongst them. But in my eyes all I could see was a family, seeking safety.

Mother turns to face off the father as the wife steps forward. "My husband was Toruk Makto, he led the clans to victory against the sky people" she says as the father slightly cringes from this. My eyes widen as my jaw hangs slightly ajar. Toruk Makto?? The Toruk Makto?? I've heard stories about him growing up, I looked up to him. The man that not only saved his clan and caused the sky people to leave but he also rode the legendary Tourk also known as the Great Leonopteryx.

I've always wondered how the mighty beast looked. I look towards the Ikran's, they twitched a little uncomfortable with the unfamiliar Na'vi surrounding them. But they stayed situated, 'They are well behaved'. I stare in awe, such beautiful creatures with the gift of flight. I couldn't help but feel deep envy.

"You call this victory? Hiding, amongst strangers??" Mother says her eyes on the wife of Toruk Makto. "It looks like Ewya has turned her back on you, chosen one" she growls hissing back when the wife gets on the defensive. I feel shame wash over me as I watch the events unfold, why are we being so hostile? They need help, if it were turned the other way wouldn't we want to be accepted as well?

I zone out when my father begins talking, trying to settle things down. I look at my feet feeling saddened by the rude welcoming to our guests.

"Y/N" I hear my name being called sternly. I look up with a jolt, hearing some of the Metkayina snicker at my lack of attention. Apparently my father had been calling me for a while. I feel Toruk Mako's family watch me and my body starts heating up due to embarrassment. "Yes father?" I ask taking a small step forward. I feel Tsireya let go of my arm as I do so.

"My middle child, Y/N is future Tsahik of the clan and has great perception. If she deems you fit, I will welcome you with open arms" father states catching me off guard. My eyes widen as I realize the position he's put me in. Mother seems to agree with this as she gestures for me to inspect them.

Its true I had great intuition, heightened senses but to be put on display like this, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. 'Just my luck, I'll make a fool out of myself!' I panic. Taking a deep breath I look forward. Standing taller as I walk towards Toruk Makto and his wife.

'I See You' I gesture as they nod at my presence. I smile at the wife as she analyzes me carefully. Feeling nervous, I turn to the daughter and flash her a kind smile before I bend down to her level. She felt radiant. So much life, so much energy surrounded her I felt myself smile wider.

"Don't worry, you're safe with us" I say softly, she peeks a glance at me. "What's your name?" I ask her tilting my head to get a better view. Feeling braver she steps out from her mother's hold "I'm Tuk!" She says happily as she offers me a small smile. I couldn't help but swoon, she looked adorable. I hope to see her smile more in the future.

I then walk to the eldest daughter , who eyes me wearily. I keep my distance knowing she is on edge. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. I feel something within me flicker as I stare into her eyes. She seemed so familiar, yet so foreign.

"What's your name?" I ask softly to which she quietly replies "Kiri". I nod in approval, thanking her. I finish my round ending up in between the two brothers. Their eyes were on me the entire time I was around their family. I felt their gaze, I just didn't know if it was out of fear, hostility or curiosity. I wish it was the ladder, I wouldn't wish any harm to any Na'vi in need.

"What are your names?" I ask meeting their gazes. I couldn't help but feel shy when our eyes met, especially when the taller one looked at me. 'It feels like he's staring into my soul' I think to myself. I see the older one open his mouth but the younger one beats him to it.

"I'm Lo'ak, this is Neteyam" he says gesturing to the taller one.

"Lo'ak and Neteyam" I say testing out their names. I couldn't help but stare back at Neteyam. He looked at me with such intensity I had to look away.

I leave their side standing next to mother. "I sense nothing out of the ordinary. I believe we should allow them to stay and treat them as our own. They will be taught and respected as though they are our own brothers and sisters" I say clearly, making my opinion known.

I notice many Metkayina's seem unsure of my decision, and some frowned at my declaration. Like Ao'nung.

"If we were in their place, searching for a safe place. Wouldn't we want to be accepted?" I ask, trying to gain sympathy. I feel mother tense beside me. Clearly she didn't like my decision.

"I will be responsible for them"  I say bravely taking everyone by surprise. Toruk Makto and his family stare at me in awe and surprise, while my family looked at me with a frown or a scowl. At least Tsireya seems happy with my decision.

"Daughter, you are going to vouch for them? Do you know what that entails.?" Father says sternly. I stand tall. "Yes father, I'll take full responsibility" I say as he nods, accepting what I had said. I turn away, afraid of my mothers lingering glare on my back. I walk towards my siblings as my father explains the situation to the clan.

"You did great" Tsireya whispers softly squeezing my hand reassuringly. I nervously smile at her. My little cheerleader. Feeling my brothers heated gaze on me I turn to him. "What were you thinking? Are you insane?" Ao'nung says aggressively making me frown, my heartbeat accelerates at his harsh tone.

"We shouldn't turn down anyone who needs help Ao'nung" I say softly meeting his gaze. He looks at my face, thinking things over. He opens his mouth to say something but his ears twitch at my fathers final words. "My eldest son Ao'nung and my daughters Y/N and Tsireya will show you're children the way" at this Ao'nung forgets what we wanted to say to me and turns to father, shocked he grits his teeth.

"But father-" he starts to argue to which father cuts him off. Looking defeated Ao'nung leaves, Roxto following him close behind.

"Come, I'll show you where you'll be staying" Tsireya says cheerfully moving forward, leading Toruk Makto and his wife. I glance at the siblings as they all slowly follow suit. Hearing a shuffle followed by a grunt I turn towards the sound to find the brothers struggling with some baggage.

"Can I help you?" I ask as their heads shoot up. Lo'ak gives me a smile lugging a big bag. "Yes please" Neteyam speaks up for the first time, upon hearing his voice I feel my cheeks heating up again. His voice sounded deep, velvety with a hint of a accent. It sounded so...beautiful.

"Thank you" I say clearing my throat. I grab the bag he handed over to me ignoring the tingling as our hands touch briefly. I turn around following the rest of his family, I gesture for them to follow us.

As we walk along I look back to see them taking everything in. I hold back a grin at their childlike wonder. "Watch you're step, you may fall between the woven holes" I advise looking back at the duo. Neteyam nods back looking at me with an unreadable smile. He opens his mouth to say something when I hear a surprised grunt.

Looking past him I see Lo'ak, one of his feet lodged inside one of the very holes I warned them about. Unable to hold back my laughter I giggle uncontrollably.

'So not ladylike' I scold myself wiping a tear. Neteyam stares at me shocked instead of helping his brother, who also didn't make any movement to get up. I walk over him setting the bag down and grabbing on of his arms to help him up.

I feel his muscles tense up under my touch. As soon as he steadies his footing I clear my throat. "S-sorry" I quickly apologize. Even though he is younger and smaller then Neteyam, he still loomed over me. Making me realize how short I am. I quickly let him go as he flashes me a tiny smile.

"No, its fine! I wasn't looking." He says sheepishly. I nod in understanding as we continue towards the Marui. Their new home. As we enter we see my younger sister talking to their parents. I set the bags down quietly and stand near the door waiting for Tsireya. As she finishes she looks my way walking towards me beaming.

My sister follows me as we begin to exit the hut. "Wait, Y/N was it?" I hear Toruk Makto call for me. My ears twitch at his voice. His voice held authority, just like my fathers. It made me nervous. "Yes sir?" I say automatically, a habit from what call my dad during strict lessons.

My ears twitch at the sound of Tsireya snicking beside me, the children of Toruk Makto doing the same. The wife, whose name I heard was Neytiri giggles at my response. I smile embarrassingly.

"It's ok, you can call me Jake" he says calmly as my tense shoulders relax. I nod as he continues.

"I want to thank you...for what you did back there. Standin' up for my family." He says sincerely. I'm taken aback by his words. The one I admired for being such a mighty warrior was thanking me?! I smile wide. "No worries! It will take awhile but soon enough everyone else will welcome you all as one of our own" I say, my sister nodding vigorously at my words. He smiles at this.

"My sister and I will take our leave. Please settle down, I'll have someone fetch some food in the meantime" I say grabbing my sisters hand. Neytiri and Jake both smile at us as we take our leave. As soon as I step out the hut I take in a deep breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What was that about?" Tsireya asks teasingly as we walk towards our hut. "What do you mean?" I ask out of pure confusion. "The longing eyes from the boys? The friendliness? Being awe-stricken by the father?" She teases. I shake my head at my sisters obvious teasing.

"I don't know what you mean by the longing looks, but you were also just as friendly as I. If not, more then me! And you know how much I admire Toruk Makto. To know he's in our village....I would do anything to ride an ikran" I say dreamily.

Maybe once we get more acquainted I could try and convince one of the children if I could ride a Ikran. "You're so weird" Tsireya says smiling wide at the prospect of new Na'vi. I loved how my sister was so welcoming, unlike most of my family.

Speaking of, I squint towards the hut as we are closer. From this distance I can see my mother pacing around making my stomach drop. Tsireya and I make eyes contact. "This doesn't look good" I whisper as we walk into our Marui.

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Yay! First chapter is done! 

A brief introduction; You may call me anything, I hope ya'll enjoy the story! Comments and likes are appreciated, comment away so I know what I could change/improve on! I'm so obsessed with avatar rn as I'm sure most of you guys are as well. My inner child was so happy with the film! Though my boy was done dirty (RIP Neteyam, my sweet boy!!) I still loved the film. Can’t wait for the 3rd one!!

***Also; in case you haven’t seen my intro. All the characters are AGED-UP. Except Tuk, just please be mindful of that! Thank you☺️***

Please look forward to more in the future!! - Author

[headcanons-osc]

*ahem* im just gonna list some

flower is obsessed with dress to impress and rages a lot. she can sprout petals and leaves at her will. she is a pansexual trans girl (she/her)

the gradient around black hole grows more colorful the more emotion she has, also has stars surrounding them ! he is omnisexual agender (she/he/they)

bomby has many slightly visible scars from exploding so much. he developed an unhealthy obsession with bananas after bfdia. they r nonbinary + bisexual (he/any)

pie enjoys playing sudoku and has a bearded dragon named edward. she is an aromantic transfem demigirl (she/they)

book has heterochromia and is a twilight sparkle kinnie. she is super touch starved + physically affectionate but scared to cross boundaries after bfb. she is a lesbian trans girl (she/her)

pillow is dyslexic and loves eye contact, thus often makes people uncomfortable. she collects antique dolls and has tea parties with them. she is a lesbian (she/her)

two cries to taylor swift and loves anything pastry related. they like to play matchmaker and has matching friendship bracelets with gaty! they love the color pink and thinks that four is their best friend(very one sided). they are pansexual + agender (they/them)

eggy has a short temper (she admits it's something she's working on) and changes opinions a lot. will talk for hours if you let her, but gets annoyed when you pry(she's complicated okay). she is a lesbian (she/her)

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lifering (my pride and joy) is autistic and has a special interest in health. he has a degree in object biology but chooses to work as a lifeguard. loves marine animals and would always memorize random facts from huge books as a kid(projecting). he is a huge foodie and loves everything tea kettle makes for him. he gets overwhelmed/anxious easily. he has heterochromia and casually enjoys musical theatre. he is pansexual + transmasculine (he/him)

clover sometimes wears a flower crown to be in touch with nature. she has a sweet tooth and loves butterflies, it has always wanted to open a sanctuary. it can't spell restaurant. she likes to crochet sometimes, and tries to help the environment with the help of her luck. it is genderfae + pansexual (it/she).

taco is mexican + born in britain. she has never slept and owns many tea sets(mostly stolen). she pirates tv shows and has a mole on her right cheek. she's really corny and sappy but embarrassed to show it (incredibly touch starved). has bpd and is obsessed with being recognized/rich. only truly realizes the damage she has done after it's too late. she is a lesbian (she/her).

cabby has memory loss and is autistic. she created wikipedia and has trouble in social situations. she's very awkward and feels like she could never find true love. she is super guilty about things she shouldn't be guilty about and tries her hardest to be likeable. she is very open-minded and enjoys reading! she loves to listen to others infodump. she is pansexual (she/her)

microphone is easily startled and likes punk rock music. they have bpd + anxiety and likes to infodump. loves splatoon + bats! she is scared of hurting her friends and does their best to be kind. they are transfeminine nonbinary + lesbian (they/she)

knife is siblings with silver spoon and is a desperate housewives superfan. he secretly has a lot of "feminine" interests. they are a soundcloud rapper and has an eyebrow slit. he is transmasculine agender + omnisexual (he/any)

suitcase is schizophrenic + has anxiety and likes to be in touch with nature(especially animals). she loves to play the sims and beat the shit out of them. she has permanent eye bags, mascara and freckles. feels guilty about everything and anything for some reason, and can't say no easily. she is asexual + panromantic + transfeminine (she/her)

bot is a huge fan of digital horror and steven universe(both canon). they love bugs, especially moths/butterflies! despite having spent more time with test tube, they are more connected with fan, and see tt as a bit overbearing. they consider tt and fan as "creators" rather than "parents". they are NOT a minor PLEASE!!! likes cartoons in general and loves to draw, especially fanart. they are defensive/protective of their friends! they are very independent and hate being seen as otherwise. they are nonbinary + omnisexual (they/them)

silver spoon knows the piano but refuses to play it for anyone. he throws tea parties but no one shows up. tries to bribe her way out of anything despite not having anything to bribe. knife's younger sibling. likes cheesecake and money. wears mascara and has reallyyy rich parents but is NOT getting the inheritance😭 he is bigender + bisexual (he/she)

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okay that's all i have for now

(can you tell which show i analyze more)

My jaw genuinely dropped when I saw this in my ask box

You are so dedicated I low key envy you /pos

But anyway, yea I agree with most of these! :]

[ftwdb]

Don't Say Go.

Chapter 14.

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut.

You were never very good at getting people gifts. What made it even harder was to get someone a gift during an uprising of the dead when you had also accidentally got them shot in the foot.

Troy walked beside you with his arm slung lazily over your shoulder as you neared Mike’s caravan. He was smirking and trying not to laugh out loud as you listed off ideas of how to make up for his lost toe.

“I don’t know why you’re worrying so much, I was the one who shot him.”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to be drawn into another argument over who bore the most responsiblity for the events that occurred a few days ago.

“Isn’t he your best friend? I just want him to like me-“

“He will like you.” Troy said confidently.

“How can you know that?” I frowned, unconvinced.

Troy gazed down at you with a lop-sided grin as you scowled.

“Because I like you.” He teased, pulling you closer to his side.

Since the night spent in your bunk Troy had become more outwardly affectionate toward you, not caring who saw the way you held his hand or how his arm would wind possessively around your waist. You had blushed at breakfast that morning when Gretchen had raised her eyebrows at the sight before winking at you across the canteen.

You mostly ignored the curious eyes and whispers from the others. Your growing relationship with your soulmate meant far more to you than gossip from a group of strangers. And if Troy didn’t care what people thought than neither did you.

Except, of course, for the people that mattered most in his life. You may have formed a sibling like attachment to Jake and Cooper always gave you a friendly nod whenever you made eye-contact but you still had Jeremiah and Mike to win over.

Troy didn’t understand your need to be liked, to be welcomed by those who were family by both blood and bond, but he indulged your desire to try with some amusement.

You reached the caravan where Mike and his family were staying, a large canopy was set up beside it giving them far more space than any other rancher. You supposed it was a perk of being a Trimbol and one of the founding fathers, or so Troy had explained.

He’d pointed out the Brown’s home further in the distance and explained that Russell lived with his wife whilst Phil McCarthy was more of a loner who remained at an outpost away from the ranch. You’d made a mental note to introduce yourself to the couple, apparently Mrs Brown loved to gossip so Troy had conveniently remembered some other duty he had to attend to whenever you suggested an appropriate time to visit.

Troy knocked none too gently on the caravan door, his arm still wrapped around you as it swung open to reveal Mrs Trimbol’s sour expression. You hesitated, not having expected to have to face Mike’s mother.

“Your son around?” Troy asked easily, “or has he run off somewhere?”

You tried to discreetly elbow him in the ribs as Mrs Trimbol’s mouth tightened into a thin line. She seemed to be avoiding looking at you.

“Troy,” she said tightly as a way of welcome, “he’s inside. Recovering.”

Troy rolled his eyes but the cocky grin never left his face.

You stood a little sheepishly, your feet fidgeting in the grass as you dropped your gaze. Troy must have sensed your discomfort, either through the connection you shared or your sudden tension. You felt something spike in your chest, a feeling that wasn’t your own. Annoyance? At Mike or at your less than warm welcome, you weren’t sure. These shared emotions between you were becoming more regular as you grew closer but were still confusing.

“We just came to wish him well, Mrs T.” Troy drawled. “But if Mike is too busy being a puss-“

“Alright, I’m here!”

Mike appeared over his mother’s shoulder, gently prying her from her defensive stance in the doorway as he hobbled from the steps leading inside and landed on the grass with a wince. He closed the door behind him before his mother could speak and eyed Troy with a wary eye.

“You’re lucky she thought you were a cute kid. If Gretch or I spoke to her like that she’d knock our heads off.”

Troy shrugged and snorted. “What do you mean were? I’m still cute.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. Troy had his moments but cute wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for him. The words you would use brought a slight blush to your cheeks which neither man noticed, thankfully.

You couldn’t help but notice how at ease Troy seemed around Mike compared to Jake. He seemed more relaxed, his smile genuine if teasing. You tucked the observation away for another time to consider.

“Mike,” you finally spoke, “I wanted to say how sorry I am for what happened. I… wasn’t myself. I didn’t know it was you chasing after me.”

Troy interjected before Mike could respond.

“I’ve already told her you’re good with what happened, but she insisted on apologising in person.”

Mike, without the gaze of his mother upon him, also seemed more relaxed even if you could tell he was struggling to stand at his full height without putting weight on his injured foot. It was as if he didn’t want to show weakness in front of Troy, which made sense you supposed. He was technically his superior within the militia.

Also you were sure there was some male pride involved in the whole interaction.

Mike ducked his head and offered a lazy smile. His hair was shaggy and his beard well overdue some maintenance.

“You know, I can help you with that.” You said gesturing to his hair as a sudden idea came to mind.

“You some kind of stylist, before?”

You shrugged, “Sort of, for a while.”

Pre-apocalypse you’d been a student working part time jobs to earn some money as you figured out what path you wanted to follow in life. You’d spent some time learning to cut and style hair before moving on to your next job whilst you procrastinated on choosing which subject you would commit to studying.

When you’d asked Troy about his school life he’d gone quiet before changing the subject. Perhaps getting to know Mike might help you learn a little more about Troy.

“I can’t make you look any worse. And I promise not to drop the scissors on your other toe.”

Both men laughed and the sound helped put you at ease.

“You know what, sure. It’s either you or my mother and if she had it her way she’d leave me as bald as Coop.”

You said your goodbyes and you walked away from the camp site with a spring in your step. Troy nudged you, giving you a sideways glance that clearly said told you without him have to speak.

“Do you feel better now?” He smiled.

“You know I do.” You smiled back.

And you did. Was this finally it? The lightness in your heart, was this the way you were supposed to feel with your soulmate? It felt good.

It was hard to think that you’d almost thought Troy would turn his back on you. You felt guilty, having doubted him. Especially since Troy had taken care of everything before he’d come back to you in the bunk, moving the body of the man you had… who had died… far from the ranch.

“What did you do with… it?” You asked the next day, unable to bring yourself to say the word “he”, to acknowledge the monster who had hurt you as human.

Troy had said nothing for a few moments as if weighing up whether to tell you the truth or not. You supposed you didn’t really care as long as you’d never have to set eyes upon that burned face again.

“Finished the job someone started on him.” Troy said eventually. “There wasn’t much left in the end.”

Finish the job? It took you a moment to realise…

“You burned…?”

No burial. No, people buried people. Not monsters.

You’d felt a tug in your chest and looked up to meet Troy’s eyes. He was watching you closely with that expression you hadn’t quite figured out how to read yet. You felt within you to the bond you shared but whatever he was feeling wasn’t strong enough for you to read at that moment.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

You had shaken your head, trying to keep your expression calm as you inwardly fought off the memories of hands all over your body, the smell of alcohol and fire and burning skin…

Troy stepped closer.

“Because you’re shaking,” he had told you.

You raised your hands slightly and realised he was right. Your body had begun to tremble, how had you not noticed?

Carefully, as if waiting for you to give him permission, Troy began to wrap an arm around you and pull you against his chest. You couldn’t help the way you collapsed against him. You felt as if you would cry at any moment but no tears would come.

His embrace grew steady and firm, but not tight enough that you felt trapped against him. He would have offered you comfort if there had been any to give.

“You can tell me, you know. Anything.”

You closed your eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. Troy didn’t need you describe the horrors you’d been put through. Between everything that had been said already he could figure out the men he’d saved you from before were not the first to try and harm you.

“It was me,” you’d said quietly, almost hoping it had been too quiet for him to hear. “I burned him. Him and his father, while they slept…”

The words kept coming and Troy merely waited patiently as you confessed to your own monstrous act.

“I wanted them to feel it. All the pain and fear they inflicted on me.”

Troy made a sound low in his throat. You’d waited for him to recoil from you or begin asking questions, he simply held you until your trembling stopped and your breathing slowed back to a normal pace.

“Do you think I’m a terrible person?” You had whispered against his chest.

Troy did move away this time, but it had only been to look you in the eye.

“Never.”

You tried to believe him. You remembered his words before. How he understood having to do things that were necessary…

If only he could have found the words to tell you that what you’d done was a mercy compared to what he would do given the chance to get his hands on those men now. But you had taken justice into your own hands and he could only admire you for it.

Troy had been so afraid when he’d found you. Afraid you would die. Afraid you would leave. Afraid you would see him for who he really was and be just as revolted by him as everyone else in his life. His father turned a blind eye, his brother made excuses and his “friends” were either too scared to say anything or just relieved to have someone else willing to do the dirty work so they wouldn’t have to that they pretended not to see the darkest parts of him.

His mother had never hidden what she thought of him though. She could see the rot that had taken root in him as a child, she’d told him daily before she died how she wished she were strong enough to take him with her. She couldn’t leave Troy to be a burden on the world.

And then the world had changed, and Troy was no longer a burden or a thing to be frightened and ashamed of. Troy understood the world now.

And you, when he’d seen you wield that knife over Derek’s bloody throat he’d known everything he’d been through had been to lead him to you.

A mere few days had changed so much, but as Troy led you through the ranch he could finally believe that in his soulmate he had found the only person who could understand and accept him.

You allowed yourself to be led by Troy as he finally gave you a much overdue tour of the entire ranch. You scratched the heads of the cows and horses as they wandered the fields, were shown the fields they grew crops and Troy explained how they gathered power for electricity in the house. You didn’t walk all the way to Jake’s place, but Troy pointed it out and you waved to a distant figure who was sat atop the roof whom you assumed was his brother. He tolerated a whole thirty minutes talking to the Brown’s until they’d started talking wistfully about their wedding day - which apparently had taken place not long after The Pull had drawn them together.

Troy made and excuse for you to leave as soon as you were given pointed looks when Mrs Brown offered to show you her wedding dress.

You laughed as you walked the hill back to the main campsite as Troy looked horrified.

“I could be offended you know!” You mocked as he shot you a sideways look. “Perhaps I’ve always dreamed of being a bride!”

Troy groaned, “I’ve never seen the point to be honest. My father married twice and was just twice as miserable.”

You quietened at the mention of Jeremiah. You hadn’t seen nor heard from him since the night of, well, the incident.

Troy hadn’t brought him up either and you wondered if that was a good sign, or him simply avoiding a difficult conversation.

Your sudden shift in mood didn’t go unnoticed and Troy reached for your hand, pulling you against him.

“Hey I didn’t mean anything by that.”

You shook off the worry on your features and smiled, “I know. I was thinking about… it doesn’t matter.”

Troy squeezed at your hand gently.

“If it’s on your mind if matters.”

I took a deep breath.

“I was thinking about… your dad.”

A series of expressions crossed Troy’s face, from confusion to disgust.

You slapped playfully at his chest before your own expression grew more serious.

“I just meant I’m surprised he hasn’t had more to say about everything that’s happened. Have you spoken to him since…?”

Troy’s nod was slow and deliberate, as if buying some time before he’d have to answer any more questions. Your stomach drops.

“Not good, is it?”

Troy sighed.

“My old man’s a pain in the ass. You shouldn’t be worrying about him.”

How could you not? Jeremiah was head of the ranch and although the place wasn’t run like a dictatorship you knew he held a lot of influence over people.

“I don’t understand why he hates me.” You say flatly. When Troy remained silent you send him a sideways glance before speaking again. “That was very reassuring, thank you Troy.”

Blue eyes snap to yours and Troy frowns.

“What?”

You get caught between a sigh and a chuckle as Troy’s shoulders stiffen.

“Relax, I was just messing with you. Look we don’t have to talk about your dad, not today. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

You try to coax Troy out of his mood for a little longer but it’s clear there is something on his mind. Something he isn’t ready to share. You feel within you to the connection keeping you bound and find what feels like a wall…

You try to keep my worried expression off my face, but of course Troy can sense how you are feeling and he nudges you softly with his elbow.

"Hey, don't overthink it. You're here with me now. I'm not letting anything change that."

You try to smile and swallow down your concern. However Troy learning to keep a wall up between you was something that certainly caused you more worry.

[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Disembodied - Part 2/8

Warning: Mention of death // Angst // Fluff

Pairings: Adrian Raines X MC // Nik Ryder X MC

Words: 1.515

Part 1 is here!

As always, tags in the reblog!

"... Something is off about her." Alex stopped stretching and walking. She was heading to Adrian's office when his voice, thanks to her new highlighted sense, reached her. 

"She is just recovering from a certainly traumatic experience. It's normal during transition." Kamilah responded, as Alex crept closer to the door. 

"It's not quite that. I can't place it." Alex leaned against the wall. She had been pretending to be Amy for a week, trying to think of the best way to proceed. She had considered talking with Adrian and everybody else but she wasn't sure how they'd take something like that seriously. They probably just would think she was traumatized. Adrian sighed on the other side of the door. "As strange as this might sound, it's almost like she isn't Amy." Alex lowered her gaze, guilty. In the few days she shared with the vampires she noticed how much they care about Amy. They all had protected her and helped her during this time, even though she couldn't return their warmth treatment completely. And she had noticed the way Adrian looked at her, affectionate and like he was wanting to say something important to Amy. Something that wasn't for her to hear but for the real Amy. "It's almost like she isn't there." Adrian let out a bitter chuckle followed by a deep sigh. "Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?" 

"Mmh. Not completely. We both know that people change after being turned. You said it yourself." 

"I know. But I've never seen someone change this deeply." 

"Time will tell, Adrian. For now, give her space to accept her new life and embrace it." Kamilah made a pause and Adrian stayed quiet, probably thinking over her words. "You will have the chance to express your true feelings to her when she is ready." 

"I sure hope you are right. I can't even bear the thought of losing her again."

"I know, brother." Alex heard the clink of their glasses against the wood table and a few steps moving away from the couches so she hurried down the hallway. She turned to the left and walked back her steps, pretending she was just arriving.

"Hello Adrian, Kamilah." Alex smiled even though it wasn't completely sincere. 

"Good evening, Amy." Adrian nodded with a slight smile and a bit of sorrow in his eyes.

***

Amy walked into Nik's flat, frustrated. She had been trying to contact 'herself' in New York, for most of the day. To see if she could get any information about Adrian or the gang, and the situation in there, but nothing. She felt trapped, worried, and, to be honest with herself, lonely. 

"Welcome back." Said Nik, with his usual ironic tone coming from inside.

"Hey." She simply replied, walking to the bathroom. 

"Kristin called me today. Vera gave her my number since she couldn't contact you." 

"Oh yeah. My phone broke after that thing attacked me." 

"This is just ridiculous, Alex! You ignore everyone, you refuse to talk with me, what is wrong with you?!"

"I can't deal with this. I need a drink." Amy said, rushing to the door to avoid conflict. "I'm going to the bar."

"Alex! Stop!" Nik's voice resounded in the small flat as he followed her. 

"No!" Amy responded, frustrated. When she was about to take the knob, his hand grasped her wrist, making her stop.

"What the hell is happening with you?" Amy kept looking at the door. "I get that you are pissed off with me but ignoring Lamrian? Kristin?" 

"Let it go, Nik." Amy bit down her lip, trying to contain her thoughts inside her. The rage that was forming inside her. 

"She's your best friend! You fucking risked your life for her!" She turned abruptly at him.

"No, Lily Spencer is my best friend! I risked my life for her, Adrian, and the rest! I don't know Kristin! I don't know what Lamrian is! I'm not Alex, okay!?" Amy snapped with fire in her eyes. "I'm not pissed off at you 'cause I don't know you!" Nik let go of her hand, looking at her astonished, like she had just slapped him. "My name is Amy Miller, I live in New York and work in Raines Corp.! I'M NOT ALEX!" 

***

"Amy? Are you there?" Alex sighed slightly as Lily's voice filtered through the guest penthouse door. She had been reading a book about creatures that she had found on Adrian's bookshelf, trying to figure out what was happening. 

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Can I come in?" 

"Actually I'm kinda tired. I was heading to bed." 

"C'mon, girl! I have wine and blood." Lily said playfully and Alex bit her lip, thinking about it. She heavily closed the book, marking the page she was in, and hiding it in the closet. Forcing a smile, she opened the door. "Finally!"

"Sorry about that! I was making the bed." Lily observed her weirdly. 

"Really? You never do it." 

"Is that a vintage?" Alex took the bottle hoping to point the attention to that. "Never heard about this brand…" 

"What do you mean?" Lily was fully observing her, confused. "You love it." Alex smiled again as Lily kept carefully watching her. 

"I was kidding, Spencer!" Now the eyes of the other girl were looking at her suspiciously. 

"You never call me Spencer." Alex froze in place. Trying to lighten up the mood, she had slipped into old habits. "Amy, are you sure you are okay?"

"...I honestly don't know." Alex sat in the bed, looking at the floor. "Since the Turning, I've been feeling so weird. I… I feel like part of me died that day." It wasn't entirely false. After Thomas' attack and waking up in this strange body, she hadn't been herself at all. Being partly honest would make her more believed. "Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind." Lily sat beside her.

"I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I had the same feeling after my Turning. But there was something that helped me through it."

"What?"

"Your words." Lily smiled. "You told me that no matter what I still was me. And you were right." She hugged Alex by the shoulders. "And you are Amy no matter what. That doesn't change. You just need to adapt." Alex sadly nodded. If she only knew how mistaken she was. "Everything will be fine, you'll see."

"I hope you are right. Thanks, Lily." 

***

Amy kept looking at Nik slowly calming down as the realization of what she had said sank into her. 

"Oh god..." She leaned her back against the door, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor covering her face with her hands. She was shaking and a few tears slipped from under her palms, all the pent-up feelings from the past week overwhelming her. "Oh no…" She simply whispered. How did she lose control like that? She was expecting a reaction coming from Nik, a scream or even an attack, but, when she moved her hands out of her face, he was still standing in front of her, unmoving. "Nik, I–I know how this sounds. I shouldn't have told you like this, I–"

He looked down at her. "Can you prove it?" 

"What?" 

He squatted, his eyes cold like steel piercing into hers and his words sharp as knives. "Can you prove you are who you say you are and not Alex?"

Amy thought for a moment. "I can." She dried her tears. "Is Garrus still in the bar?"

"Probably. Why?" 

"I met him, Krum, and Ivy as myself when they went to New York last year. It was around Christmas."

"They met a lot of people on that trip."

"They helped us to stop a monster that looked like a freak Santa. Garrus made magic drinks that I shouldn't have been able to see but I did and he told me there was something about me, that I wasn't a regular human." 

"I need more."

"He met Adrian Raines in the 1800s here and he was happy that Adrian remembered him." A little lump formed in her throat. She missed Adrian so much. "Lily contacted Ivy through the dark web. And Adrian was the one that noticed they were hiding their true appearance." 

"You stay here. If what you said is true, we have a very unpleasant talk in front of us." Amy nodded while they both stood up. "If you try to escape…" He said opening the door. "...I will hunt you down." And he closed it behind his back, locking the door. Amy sat on the couch, shivering slightly. She wasn't sure what would happen now and that scared her. Would they blame her? If Nik wanted to know where or what had happened to Alex, she didn't have the answers. The minutes passed and her nerves took over while she waited. She didn't know how much time had passed, maybe thirty minutes or three hours, when the door opened and Nik appeared through it. He looked at her with a complex stare. 

"You said your name is Amy, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"Pack your things. We are going to New York." He went to the small bedroom.

"That's it? You don't want to ask me anything?" 

"We have a six-hour flight for that."

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[that-left-turn]

Normally, I wouldn't post a snippet of Stick Figures and absolutely not as a rough draft, but I wanted to provide a tangible "status report" for those who expressed a wish that I keep writing, so they can see it's getting worked on. This is (part of) the opening scene of the next chapter. If anyone sees typos, do tell me. Oddities in syntax are probably intentional, but could definitely be a sign of butter fingers. I'm still good with critical feedback. After all, it's a draft 🙃

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Stick Figures Chapter 8

When the alarm goes off, Daryl groans. His internal clock says it's still too early to get up, so he burrows closer, nuzzling the hollow at the base of Carol's skull. Her hair is soft and she smells so damn good. He can feel her stretch to reach the buzzer and when the noise dies off, Daryl tightens his arm around her, pulling her back against his chest.

That's when he realizes that she's in nothing but a bra and he's still wearing his Rocky and Bullwinkle boxers. He'd somehow gotten himself a matching pair to RJ's when they went shopping for back-to-school clothes for the kids, probably because it had produced such an affectionate smile on Carol's face when RJ said he could be the moose to RJ's flying squirrel. Daryl has some good memories of watching the show on Saturday mornings, before his dad could rouse after Friday night's bender and beat on someone.

"Morning," Carol murmurs, stroking his arm. "I'm on the croissant shift today."

Daryl groans. Fancy French pastry is time consuming and annoying. "Waste of butter," he grumbles as Carol shifts in bed. She looks at him over her shoulder and he knows she's going to say something that will embarrass him.

"'m sorry," he says, wanting to bypass whatever mortification awaits him—it's not like she can't feel his dick stirring against her ass. Her very naked firm round ass... He needs to get to the elephant in the room (which isn't his dick) and talk about their fight in the cabin. He needs to apologize and give her the ring. Explain how he worries. Why he worries.

"What for?" Carol turns toward him, her warm soft skin gliding under his arm. "The rocket in your pocket?" She smiles like she's pleased with her corny joke and Daryl groans.

"Ain't gonna 'pologize for biology," he says, fighting to maintain eye contact and not let the conversation detour. He wants to take the scenic route around her body, but the weight of how he's failed her is too heavy to allow himself the pleasure.

"When I yelled, told you to run." Her eyes are so blue and so unsure. "In the cabin," Daryl fumbles at having the words make sense, "Leah's cabin."

He hates that cabin, for many reasons and being back there, the resentment he felt over spending years in the woods, seeing less and less of his best friend and needing some companionship, ending up with Leah because her story was similar to Carol's. Her pain was similar... Hell, she even looked similar.

His anger at Carol, for always running away and Leah, for vanishing—also like Carol, had fused into the missive he'd launched at Carol that day, blaming her for shit that was more on him than her. He'd sent everybody after her into that cave and he might have taken up with Leah because Carol got absorbed with her new life, and her husband, but if he'd spoken up earlier... been honest when she said she was marrying the king, or when they first got to Alexandria. Before they got to Alexandria. In Atlanta, looking for Beth. Whenever.

Not that he was any more articulate back then than he is right now, "Shouldn't've said halfa that stuff."

Her face softens into affection and tenderness. The look paralyzes him because Daryl knows he's the luckiest bastard on the planet to have someone look at him like that and for it to be Carol... He sucks in a shaky breath, wanting– No, needing to give her the ring, so she has a reminder that he could never hate her loves her whenever she falters.

"Thank you." It's a whisper. Tears kissing the fringe of her eyelashes.

"Wasn't right." He can taste the remorse, sharp like bile, in his throat, but then Carol's hand curves around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Foreheads together, heads resting on the same pillow, they just... breathe, together. Share air. His hand settles on the curve of her hip before Daryl remembers that she is naked under the covers.

"Want to screw around?" Her lips are so close to his that the words are a soft breeze against his mouth.

He should get the rest of what he has to say out. They can't screw around, not before he tells her about Leah. Gives her the ring. Says the words. He can't find purchase inside her before she knows that she is inside him too. But when her foot finds a hold against the back of his calf—the warm, damp heat of her pressed up against Rocky and Bullwinkle—he thrusts onto into her with a groan.

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Thanks for having a peek at what I'm working on, and for being patient with my erratic updates. I wish I could be more consistent in posting, but my job is kinda intense and this fic requires me to rewatch S11 to try to puzzle together the timeline or the numerous plot holes, so it's time-consuming and makes me want to set things on fire. A proper full-chapter update on 9L will happen when my schedule cooperates.

(@my-mt-heart: longer)

[buried-stars]

OH LET'S FUCKING GO. goro akechi, amame doi, fuka yamagishi, gyu-hyuk lee, maya fey, mukuro ikusaba :3

yippee!

goro

Sexuality Headcanon: this is a gay man. we all know it to be true. Gender Headcanon: some kind of trans and non-binary swag going on here... A ship I have with said character: eiichi mukuhira because oc/canon isn't dead A BROTP I have with said character: frankly his (potential) friendships with all the PT make me feel insane in one direction or another, but special mention to the sumi goro brotp. i so desperately need more platonic content between them that doesnt have any romance as a backdrop. goro's like "i don't have friends" and sumi says "yeah we're BEST friends :D" A NOTP I have with said character: its so hard to be a goroboy who doesnt like any ship with him. but any of the girls or akira makes me want to start attacking people with hammers A random headcanon: after royal he becomes roommates with annshiho. i love it when lesbians adopt a pathetic little man. shiho is still trying to figure out whether or not he's joking about having killed people (he's not) General Opinion over said character: you know exactly how i feel about him and if i start trying to summarize it here im going to end up with an essay so instead im just gonna glitch out of existence

amame

Sexuality Headcanon: LESBIAN!!!! Gender Headcanon: she/they-isms A ship I have with said character: mamebiki is the only one that could ever matter to me. waaauuuggghhh A BROTP I have with said character: i want to believe her and iris rly are besties. show it to me uchikoshi... A NOTP I have with said character: gen is a father figure to her. fuck you. A random headcanon: AI3 PSYNCER AMAME I KNOW IT TO BE TRUE General Opinion over said character: incredible how she went from being a joke side character in the first game to one of the most interesting and complex characters of all time. i adore her. she did nothing wrong.

fuuka

Sexuality Headcanon: ace lesbian Gender Headcanon: i honestly dont think ive ever thought about it...? A ship I have with said character: funnily enough i don't have one! maybe minako idk A BROTP I have with said character: i think her friendship with yukari is really sweet A NOTP I have with said character: i will never get the appeal of her and natsuki. even in 2017 i was like "why do we want her to date the girl who harassed her to the point that she thought she killed herself" A random headcanon: she carries minako's old earphones in her bag all the time General Opinion over said character: my sweetie <3 she silly. i don't have a ton to say because it's 5:30 in the morning but i like her a lot

gyu-hyuk

Sexuality Headcanon: undoubtedly gay. look at him Gender Headcanon: CANON* he/she. (*it's a typo but i can dream) A ship I have with said character: gyuyoon makes me feel like im trapped inside a salad spinner (affectionate) A BROTP I have with said character: gyu and juyoung... they're so besties A NOTP I have with said character: either of the girls :P honestly i can't see him with anyone besides do-yoon A random headcanon: his eyes are brown those are colour contacts. General Opinion over said character: mr sad eyes sopping wet tragic oarfish id do anything for him. he did a lot wrong but hes still my guy. get him help pronto

maya

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian (do you see a pattern) Gender Headcanon: trans girl :D A ship I have with said character: emamaya my beloved <33 A BROTP I have with said character: phoenix and maya are the fucking blueprint. i adore them so much. siblings of all time A NOTP I have with said character: i mean aside from obvious garbage i am a massive frnmy hater. we all been knew A random headcanon: kurain is a vegetarian village so maya's love of burgers come from them being forbidden at home General Opinion over said character: ive loved her since the day i picked up aa1 way back in 2014. my dear darling

mukuro

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian of course Gender Headcanon: non-binary <3 A ship I have with said character: gee! i sure wonder! who could i, the person who popularized ikuzono, possibly ship with mukuro? it's a mystery. A BROTP I have with said character: chapter one trio still does something to my brain tbh A NOTP I have with said character: known nk hater since 2015 and this will never change A random headcanon: she's afraid of clowns General Opinion over said character: i just want her to be happy

[thesoulesscollection]

Would you mind doing..I’ve forgotten how to ask requests..oh god...umm!!

Prompt!

Touch starved Ellie and extra cuddly Right comfort!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Hi, thank you for this so deliciously sweet and soft request. I do love it when a ship gets all soft and they get some affectionate cuddles. I'm so sorry though for the long wait for this one. 

Down below is just a domestic piece so no angst and just soft love between a married couple; 

Exhaustion hit Ellie at full force that left her to go limp almost, her body went soft, and eyes growing heavy. So with open arms she soon dove into her husband's awaiting arms, face nuzzling deep into the crook of his neck. Now those arms, so strong and defined in muscles, swooped her into his embrace, "Heh. You're being more cuddly than normal?" He retorts, likely raising a brow in his keen observation. 

"A little" Replying in a sleepy grumble, she pulls back in order to look up past lashes, slow fluttering, her grip tightened around his neck, "I like it. You're really warm and soft"

"Heh. No problem with me" His scruffy cheek rubs against her smoothly squishy one, his mustache tickling her. Without any fight in her left, she closes her eyes then rests her head onto his broad chest. The warmth he brought comforted her during her lowest moments, soothing in her soul  to a gentle period from that awful anxious high. "Look at you, hun. So beautiful" He plants a kiss on her forehead, practically melting her to putty within a flash, "You're absolutely gorgeous" Then another peck on her lips earned a dreamy sigh to pass by her. 

"Gosh… Baby, you're so amazing to me. Even when I feel like shit you make me feel so better…" She rambled, the words spoken near incoherently, until abruptly stopping with a wide mouthed yawn. "... I love you so much. I love everything about you" 

His hearty laughter booms throughout, as she feels the rumbling pulsating past her scrunched face, "I love you too. You're like a freshly picked rose with thorns. Pretty to look at, a beauty that can't be rivaled with both inside and out but you're a sharp and deadly to be reckoned with, my dear"

She silently chuckles at the ridiculous cheesiness, barely registering being led to their large queen bed although she didn't complain upon meeting the silky blankets and fluffy pillows. What made it so much better was when he joined in, allowing her to tangle her limbs across his own, again she returned to lay on his chest if he's the best thing in the world. Maybe she's badly starved of physical contact, she's actually whines at every attempt her partner does to squirm away. A small part in her head tells her to feel ashamed to be acting like this though she pushes the ugly off a cliff and squeezes the man. Her partner could care less it seems, he tugged her close to him and gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze.