#i did two other prompts so far but i kinda hate them so idk if i'll upload em

[quirkle2]

inktober 01: dream

it wasn't real, but it was real to him

[a-smol-cosplayer]

Okay here is my master list of Wyler fic recs cause literally two people asked and I cannot control myself.

Psa I have probably read at least 70% of the fics on this tag in ao3 however these are my bestest/favourite ones. most of them are ongoing bc this fandom is hella new but still :) pls check ratings and tags before u read obvi. Also none of these fics are out to hurt u (as far as I’m aware) some of the longer ones might have angst but I’m here for relationship, plot and fluff rather than angst and pain (we go enough of that in the show). Some of the ongoing ones have updates every two/three days? Some haven’t updated since I have read them but most of them are under a week and a half old so I still have hope. There are ordered in shortest to longest in each category 

alright enough chitter chatter, buckle ur seatbelts people here we go!!

Finished 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43546942

Ocean Blue Eyes, Looking In Mine (I Feel Like I Might, Sink And Drown And Die) - cute Wyler one shot where they are dating at nevermore, after season 1, {1,876 words}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43494253#main

Grocery shopping in c minor - alternate au grocery store, Tyler works there, love the fact that he’s still super sweet but slightly unhinged, characterisation on point, {3,759 words}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43386558/chapters/109065348

A Half Life - Tylers pov of the first ep or so, kinda angsty bc its Tyler and he’s struggling, but still nice, not sure if its technically Wyler but its got the vibes {4 chaters but only 4,272 words}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43332840 

Yeah, all you did was smile (‘cause I’m a mastermind) - canon divergent but still similar story line, Tylers pov, love how they have chemistry, no hyde Tyler but still really good, {8,536 words}

In progress - y’all don’t understand, I religiously check these for updates every single day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43333995/chapters/108929727

What if… you helped me change? Basically what could have happened after the kiss in ep 7, minor kidnapping but we forgive him bc he was freaking out, no real ‘hyde Tyler’ more like ‘idk how this happened but I want to make it better Tyler’ {3 chapters, 3,592 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43353318/chapters/108979656

I never fell again - only really the set up so far, Wednesday comes back to school and finds that Tyler has come back and is enrolled in nevermore, she hates (misses) him so much, na they love each other {4 chapters 5,505 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43278591/chapters/108783186#workskin

On Wednesdays we dance - wednesday buys a laptop and enters a horror writing group, and yet, one prompt is about a date, and Tyler offers so that he can have real life experience, another wednesday style date which is so cute, I really love this fic its super fluffy and nice {2/3 chapters 5,733 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43470636/chapters/109282542#workskin

Perfect Match - READ THE TAGS (is rated T but really should be M/E) not much plot just wyler smut, and unholy use of the gates mansion, set after season 1 ends, also slightly off topic, but I like the hc that wednesday eats dried strawberries, idk why but I love it, anyways, read at ur own warning, {3/4 chapters finished 7,387 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43286737/chapters/108804511

Frump Family Curse - from ep 8 into post season 1, we get some obsessed wyler at the start, and then, build on each of the characters for upcoming chapters, shaping up to be a really good fic. Also surprise Gomez and Donovan friendship over there cute murder children, 100% support {4 chapters 9,111 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43354401/chapters/108982119

Woe to do with two soulmates - Wednesday has 2 soulmate marks (writing of their first words to her, I think we know where this is going👀) and doesn’t know which one she wants yet, deals with Wednesday and feelings and well and our adorable barista, some angst cause ew laurel but still really good, sort of plot twist?/something I didn’t expect but I’m glad it happened in chap 8 {9 chapters and 11,498 words and counting}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43284108/chapters/108797994

My unconquerable soul - wyler, mostly after season 1 in the break, tags!! And ratings!! Please!! They are psycho but psycho for each other, some light kidnapping, the hyde side of Tyler appears a little, some angst but mostly dark fluff {10 chapters, 12,749 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43482336/chapters/109313109

A Girl and her Monster Of Woe - post season 1, wednesday realising that she actually liked and missed him, in her own dark way obvi, setting up for them to meet again, sort of adresses how Tyler can stay and not be charged, yet again pls read rating and tags {7 chapters, 13,266 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43424209/chapters/109164106

Woeful - wednesday comes in wondering about Hydes and the cute barista seems to know an awful lot about them👀 basically, Tyler knows he’s a hyde, but!! He isn’t the one murdering people, developing some alternate plot line which seems really good so far, plus wednesday and Tyler being cute in the weathervane {7 chapters, 13,906 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43328175/chapters/108913881 

She’s mine - I know I keep telling y’all to check ratings but I don’t want any ‘I didn’t realise’ complains, basically Tyler realised that he fucked up and wednesday is actually his mate (I dislike that word but oh well) and basically fixes his mistakes in ep 8 ect ect, goes slightly further, loving the surprise Tyler/ajax friendship that comes with dating enid/wednesday, also good Adams adopting Tyler vibes {10 chapters 20,203 words and counting}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43466823/chapters/109273329 

Just the Two (Three) of Us - wednesday if she’s known about the hyde from the beginning, I really love this fic, lots of wyler connection and chemistry and stuff, trust me, its good, the characterisation and writing is excellent {7 chapters 22,728 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43329579/chapters/108917643

You can occupy my every sigh - wyler!! Literally my fav fic rn, Tyler already goes to nevermore, has its own plot line sorta, pls check the tags and rating before reading, Wednesdays characterisation is so good, got some Tyler/enid friend vibes as well, soulmates? Bonded? Something? idk its really good and super long - {11 chapters, 123,607 words and counting}

okay thats it!! let me know what u think in the comments, also if u have good fics that I haven't put on here I'm always open to more recs :)

[i-luvsang]

i've started brainstorming for some fics and i wanted to ask for your insight for one of my plot ideas. i'm trying to write some sort of one-sided enemies to lovers where the love interest 'hates' reader due to some sort of misconception. li sort of ignores reader when they're in the same room and like rolls their eyes and reader has no idea why the li dislikes them. my issue is that i don't rlly have inspiration for what the misconception would be. i tried looking for prompts or thinking about examples from shows where i could take inspiration from but i sadly can't find anything. so that's why i'm here!

for the misunderstanding itself i thought of doing something where the love interest thinks reader wronged them in the past and holds a grudge against them for it. perhaps li thought reader tried to sabotage them or made up a rumour abt them but it was someone else (but obv li isn't aware of that). so far i think that's the most fitting for the trope i want to go for. do you maybe have any fitting ideas? anything is welcome i just wanted to hear your input — 🎧

hiiiii omg but i love the way this sounds so far!! enemies to lovers has my whole heart eeee. i will do my absolute best to help you!!

i think you could definitely run with the idea you've described about li thinking that reader did something bad to them indirectly, while in fact, it was someone else. this can be a good place to start because it can create even more drama hehehe. for example, if li thinks that reader has done something, but it was really someone else, that probably means that someone gave li the wrong information, likely on purpose. that means the so called informant probably was trying to screw reader over. this could be for different reasons; maybe the informant views reader and competition (they like li and want li not to like reader). this could mean that previously, li was interested in reader, but changed their mind when the informant told the lie about reader being the one to hurt li in some way or another. plus that means that the informant was probably the one to hurt li and framed it to be reader. this leads to a big reveal about not only reader not being the one to hurt li, but it actually being someone that li had trusted and that's like. big oof lol rip li trust issues that i made up that they have in my head.

and if you were struggling with what the actual misconception could be like whatever it was that hurt li. you mentioned a rumor; maybe informant(who could also be called the antagonist atp) spread the rumor that li has been doing something regarded as shameful in the environment (at school, they're actually paying someone else to stay one of the top students, or at work, they actually sucked up to their boss to get their most recent promotion). that kind of thing could (temporarily) ruin a reputation, so antagonist would frame reader for spreading the rumor and then would actively defend li to get on their good side. then obviously the one sided enemies thing ensues.

and lastly if you're still on feeling this route of things, i'll do my best to think of something else for the misconception for you! if we kinda wanna take a sillier look at it, li holds a grudge against reader from like early elementary and it was probably something really small and unimportant plus! it was so long ago that li doesn't actually remember why they hold this grudge lmao. but since they hated reader since second grade and made up this rivalry thing (basically in their head lol) they never stopped disliking reader. idea two.. maybe they're rich old money people and their families have a rivalry and that mindset was instilled in li, but reader's parents never cared about it so reader doesn't even know about it. idea three! the misconception stems from li overhearing reader say something out of context that sounds bad (sounds like they're being mean about li or one of their friends etc etc). aNYWAYS idk couldn't think of anything super solid for other misconceptions but i hope at least one little thing in here can help!! <33 lots of luck and lmk if you need any more help with writing!

[fruitcoops]

Hii, i love your work! Can I request an angst fic with prompts 38, 31 and 78. Like Logan and Leo get into a big fight and Logan says something bad (like I hate u and something like that) and Leo just leaves and maybe goes to Remus and Sirius. And then they make up idk, just a happy ending.

Thanksss❤️❤️🥺

Hello! I really enjoyed writing this ask because I haven’t written a lot of relationship-related angst yet, and I’m pretty happy with it. Credit for Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for arguing in relationships

Prompt 31: “He’s not answering his phone.”

Prompt 38: “Don’t talk like that.”

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

It started with a book.

It wasn’t a particularly special book—on the contrary, it was a beat-up copy of A Tale of Two Cities that Leo had received as a birthday present years ago. He didn’t even like the book that much, but it was a rainy day and he hadn’t slept and he wanted something familiar to daydream through.

There was a heavy, irritated sigh from the kitchen. Leo glanced up at Finn, who was folding laundry, and frowned. “Lo, you okay?” Finn asked.

“Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just—it’s fine.”

Finn set a pair of socks down and ducked into the kitchen; Leo turned back to his book, but kept both ears pricked. “What’s wrong?” Finn’s voice was soft and concerned.

“I don’t know, I’m just upset,” Logan answered. Dishes clanked in the sink and Leo winced, silently hoping none of them would be chipped. “Just finish the laundry and we can go to bed.”

Something in his tone rubbed Leo the wrong way and he stood, joining Finn in the doorway. “Hey, don’t talk to him like that.”

“Like what?” Logan set a fork down with more force than strictly necessary.

“You’re being snappy and I don’t like it. Finn doesn’t, either.”

Finn turned to look at him reproachfully. “What’s your deal?”

“Well, I was kind of looking forward to a quiet evening where we could hang out and read, but I guess that’s not going to happen.”

Logan huffed. “Maybe if you pulled your weight around here we could have a quiet evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“Finn and I have been cleaning for the last hour while you read your stupid book—”

“Leave me out of this!”

“—and I’m getting tired of cleaning up after you.”

Leo’s eyebrows rose and he huffed out a laugh, hardly believing his ears. “I’m sorry, who’s the one that leaves wet towels on the floor every fucking time he showers? Oh, but pardon me for taking an hour and a half to read after not sleeping because somebody was kicking me last night.”

“Both of you, cut it out,” Finn tried, holding his hands out to placate them. Blood thundered in Leo’s ears—he had no idea why his temper was flaring so suddenly, but he wasn’t going to back off and let Logan win. “Logan, I can finish the dishes. Leo, take a deep breath.”

“You’re taking his side now?” Leo asked incredulously. “You always take his side.”

“I’m not taking sides, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell is going on with you two!”

“What do mean, he always takes my side?” Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, quiet rage twisting his face.

“That’s what you do.” The words were coming out of him in a torrent—unstoppable and furious. “You two tag-team every time we get in a fight and suddenly I’m outnumbered.”

“Wha—tag team?” Finn shook his head in disbelief. “Leo, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you, Logan loves you, and you love us.”

If Leo hadn’t been so angry, he probably would have missed Logan muttering under his breath. Instead, he rounded on him, his fists clenching and unclenching. “What did you just say?” Logan glared and kept his mouth shut. “Logan, what did you just say?”

“Nothing you’ll care about,” he said coldly.

Leo shook his head and grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter. “Fuck off, Logan. Just fuck off.”

The slamming of the door behind him was not nearly satisfying enough to quell his nausea and the pounding in his head. He got in the car and turned off the radio with a hard jab to the CD port; the opening notes of one of Logan’s favorite songs from the road trip playlist made Leo’s eyes sting as he pulled out of the garage and headed down the road.

“What did I just do?” he asked the empty car. “Jesus, Leo, you just stormed out with no plan and left two angry boyfriends behind, and now you have nowhere to go and nothing to do and nobody to go home to—”

He pulled over, parked the car, and burst into tears. Leo hadn’t cried like that since his first night in Gryffindor, so far away from home and too afraid of waking Logan up with his sobs to do more than silently weep into his pillow. Logan had definitely heard anyway, because when he woke up the next morning there was a hot cup of coffee next to the door.

“I fucked up.” The steering wheel made his forehead itch. “I fucked up so bad, oh my god.”

You need to go somewhere, the reasonable voice in his head that sounded quite a bit like his dad chided. If you go back and apologize, they’ll take you back.

I can’t. It’s too soon and I’m still upset.

Then think. Who else cares enough to let you stay?

Leo sniffled and wiped at his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. No, not his sweater—Finn’s. It took him another five minutes to pull himself together enough to turn on his blinker and head out onto the road again, following the familiar path without even needing to check his phone. The December air made the dried tears on his cheeks extra cold as he walked up the driveway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, shivering in the cold. This was nothing like home.

He heard the doorbell ring through the house and stepped back a bit to admire the holiday lights in a rainbow of colors. They sparkled, a beacon against the night that made his heart clench. The door swung open a few moments later. “Hey, Leo, what’s…going on?” Remus trailed off.

“Hey,” he sniffled. “Uh, can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Remus moved to the side so he could enter and he slipped his shoes off in silence, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t absolutely lose it right on the welcome mat. “Are you okay? Sorry, bad question. What happened?”

“We got in a fight,” Leo said miserably, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Logan and I. Finn got dragged into it and really it was my fault and I just kinda left.”

“Okay. Do you want a hug?”

He nodded without a word and Remus wrapped him tightly in his arms. He rubbed soothing circles on his back—Leo felt more tears slide down his face as he melted into the warm touch. “I’m sorry for not letting you know I’d be here.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’re always glad to see you. Can we move into the kitchen for a sec so you can drink some water?”

“Once a PT, always a PT,” Leo joked halfheartedly as he pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes. “Ugh.”

The kitchen was cheerful and simple, with dark red walls and white cupboards. He sat down at the island and put his chin on his forearms as Remus got him a glass of water and dampened some paper towels. “I don’t know where I put the tissues, sorry.”

“Thanks, Loops,” he said, wiping his face.

“Re, was someone at the door?” Sirius came around the corner and stopped in his tracks. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey.”

He glanced at Remus, then set his empty bowl on the counter and leaned against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Logan and I got in a fight.”

“With each other?”

“No, with the mailman,” he snapped, instantly regretting it. His lower lip wobbled; this was just how the fight had begun in the first place. “Sorry. Yeah, with each other. And Finn.”

“Where are they?”

“At h—home.” His voice cracked on the last word. “I left.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Remus asked carefully, sitting down next to him.

Leo’s shoulders slumped and he rested his temple on Remus’ shoulder. “It was so stupid.”

“Don’t talk like that, it was clearly important.”

“I was reading for an hour instead of helping them clean up because I was so fucking tired, and Logan was frustrated that I wasn’t helping. Finn tried to calm us both down, but I accused him of taking sides and then Logan mumbled something and wouldn’t tell me what he said.” It all blubbered out on a fresh wave of emotion and Remus handed him the paper towel again.

“That doesn’t sound stupid,” Sirius said in the gentlest voice Leo had ever heard him use.

“Really?”

“Really. It sounds like you let some things build up for too long, like a volcano.”

Leo sniffled. “You sound like my dad.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so.” He straightened up again and took a long sip of water. “God, I feel awful.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. Have you eaten recently?”

“We were going to have dinner when Lo finished with the dishes. So, no.”

“You want a sandwich?”

“Yes, please.” To Leo’s surprise, Sirius pulled a block of cheese out of the fridge and bread out of the cupboard. “You cook?”

He and Remus made identical ‘ehhh’ noises. “Un peu,” Sirius laughed. “I burn soup, but grilled cheese is easy.”

“How the fuck do you burn soup?”

“You want to know the worst part?” He looked over his shoulder briefly. “It was canned soup.”

“What?”

“Mhm. I turned the heat on high because I thought it would cook faster.”

Leo’s tide of emotions molded into total confusion. “Why would you do that? The instructions are on the can.”

“Strangely enough, that’s what I told him,” Remus said wryly. “And still it’s happened twice.”

“You are so mean to me,” Sirius sighed as he turned the stove on. “I make you grilled cheese sandwiches and this is the thanks I get?”

“Sorry, love.”

“How do you do that?” Leo asked.

Remus turned back to him. “Do what?”

“Have this…” He gestured vaguely. “Perfect, amazing relationship. How?”

Sirius snorted and returned to his place by the fridge. “It’s not perfect.”

“But you’re so happy all the time.”

“Aren’t you?” Remus asked. “When you’re with your boys, aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “They’re the best thing in the world.”

“Do you have a perfect relationship?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s your answer.” Remus spread his hands. “Fights happen. Sometimes you can’t stand to even be in the same room as your person, or your people. Sometimes it feels like everything they do drives you crazy. But that doesn’t mean you stop loving them, and they don’t stop loving you.”

“The fight wasn’t about me reading,” Leo said quietly. Understanding was beginning to settle in. “And it wasn’t about Logan leaving towels all over or me not pulling my weight. I think we both just had bad days. Is that normal?”

“I hope so,” Sirius said. “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.”

“I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.”

“I was—I am—scared,” Leo confessed. “There’s just so much happening all the time. Finn and Logan…they’re my center point. My anchor.”

Sirius slid a perfect grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate and handed it to him. “Then you should tell them that.”

Just as he took his first bite, the doorbell rang. Remus frowned. “We’re popular tonight.”

After checking his phone quickly, Sirius wandered down the hall, and in his absence a large black dog came out of the living room to set her head on Leo’s thigh. “Hey, Hattie.” He scratched her behind the ears and tore off a piece of his sandwich to give her.

“Oh. Hello.” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Hey, Cap.”

Leo froze and Remus’ eyes widened. “Have you heard from Leo?” Finn asked. “He’s not answering his phone.”

“Because of the fight,” Sirius said.

Remus dropped his face into his hands. “Tact,” he muttered. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Leo could picture Finn’s face in his head, uneasy and worried. “So he’s talked to you?”

“He’s been in our kitchen for the last half hour.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “He’s—can we come in?”

“No shoes in the house.” There was a moment of rustling, then a staccato pattern of footsteps in the hall before Logan and Finn appeared in the entrance.

“Mon dieu.” Logan nearly collapsed against the doorframe when he saw Leo; his eyes were red-rimmed and he seemed to be a bit of a wreck. “I’m so sorry, Peanut.”

“We’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” Remus said, slipping out of the room with a final glance to Leo.

“My phone was off, sorry,” he said quietly, feeding Hattie another bit of bread. The pressurized fury from before was completely gone—he only felt regretful now, and utterly exhausted. “I’m also sorry for yelling. And accusing you. And for dragging you into it, Finn. Oh, and for leaving.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Logan took two tentative steps closer and Leo stood up, holding his arms out. Relief crashed over his face and he nearly tackled him in a hug. “I took out my bad day on you and as soon as you were gone I regretted it. Merde, Leo, I’m sorry.”

Extra warmth cocooned them both as Finn joined the hug. “I love you both so much,” Leo mumbled into Logan’s hair.

Logan snuggled closer. “I love you, too.”

“Me, three.”

They all laughed weakly at that, stepping back and sitting down at the island. Leo bit the inside of his lip. “So…things were said.”

“Things were said,” Logan agreed. “I didn’t mean what I said about cleaning up after you.”

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said about tag-teaming.” He winced at the memory. “That was flat-out mean and uncalled for. And Finn…” Finn looked up from petting Hattie. “I used you as leverage and that was horrible.”

“Same here,” Logan said guiltily.

“Yeah, let’s not do that again, okay?” Finn looked between them and raised his eyebrows as they both nodded. “I don’t take sides when I’m choosing between my boyfriends.”

“Leo…” Logan started and trailed off.

“Yeah, Lo?”

He struggled for the words for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Do you—do you want to know what I said in the kitchen?”

In the kitchen…Leo wracked his brain and tried to remember. They had been arguing, and then Logan muttered something he couldn’t hear. He was tempted to say yes. “No, I’m good.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “We were both upset. Whatever it is, I don’t think you meant it, so it doesn’t matter now. We’ve fought enough tonight.”

“Should we head home, then?” Finn suggested, taking both their hands. “I’m pretty tired and hungry.”

“You could ask Cap to make you a grilled cheese,” Leo joked. “They’re damn good.”

“Cap can cook?” they chorused incredulously.

[1eos]

Kendra i remember you saying a while back that the only reason vixx avoided a bullying scandale was because hakyeon had the patience of a saint during their rookie years, may i ask you to elaborate a little bit more on this please 👀

the way i don’t remember saying that but naur its true!!! matter of fact i was probably just thinking abt the colorism when i said that but now i think he saved them from at least 3 other potential bullying scandals 😭 anyways u know the drill i talk too much so its under the cut.

soooo my thesis: hakyeon being seen as a patient ‘father figure’ (barf) with a bunch of unruly kids (barf even more) made any mean behavior from the members look like no big deal! to this day ppl are on twitter trying to say the colorism wasn’t really colorism bc they were joking! exols nd nct dream stans say the same thing. nd its bc even when these idols are called darkies for breathing they rarely show outward offense nd with boy groups esp ppl can be like ‘oh well boys are mean to each other for fun’ which is true on some level but colorism isn’t funny when the butt of the joke is a darker skinned person. but we know that.

nd in hakyeons case he almost always kept his cool. i remember watching some awful vixx show from 2013 nd they had split up nd hakyeon was w hongbin no someone else i wanna say jaehwan nd hongbin has the camera nd is like ‘look hyung ure so dark i can barely see u’ nd hakyeon didn’t really say anything nd just kinda looked nd i think if he was visibly upset he could’ve killed 93line’s career in particular bc they were the main ones saying shit on day to day camera things while the whole group was complacent in the running joke on variety shows like the star show dark dot thing. (so while u can make an argument some members are worse than others everyone has participated at least once). bc hakyeon has ALWAYS had more popularity than those two nd if his fans wanted to start a fan war 😗 so while vixx lost quite a few fans once more nd more ppl started calling it out it could’ve been way worse. nd if ppl didn’t think [redacted] was ugly no one would’ve cared 😭 thats how nct dream get off the hook for being little demons to haechan.

so thats the big reason why hakyeon is a saint. but then i saw something where leo nd jaehwan were openly like ‘yeah we’re psychologically tortured in the dorms’ nd i realized hakyeon is off camera stopping another TWO potential bullying scandals. like i see ppl to this day be like ‘unpopular opinion but i really don’t think the way either hakyeon jaehwan or leo are treated like its not funny’ nd i never understood why they included vocal line. but now that i’ve seen the clips? ykw? tea! like i talk abt how vixx just did not give a fuck abt leo’s boundaries nd just touching him for no reason but high key they dont care abt jaehwan’s either. multiple times ppl have said they like making him mad for no reason like u knowwwwww the dorms had to be hell on earth bc both leo nd jaehwan got tempers. they just had two insane dudes that know judo stomping around. nd yet again if hakyeon wasn’t such a good leader nd vixx werent known as terrors that could’ve been a big thing too. like when u pay attention to the shit they admit to u’re like????????? naur y’all are IRRITATING. nd ofc iont know what the group dynamic is off camera but just logically being teased all the time could cause issues if no one knows how to be mature

i also think lowkey if hakyeon werent hakyeon nd wasn’t the most relentless leo solo stan the ppl who hated him for having fans would’ve pushed the narrative further that leo was a bully to either hongbin or hyuk 😭 idk how far that would’ve gone considering how he was suffering thru everyone touching him all the time nd SO many ppl ain’t fuck with hongbin but who knows.

so in conclusion if hakyeon didn’t handle the absolute evil jellyfish entertainment gave him authority over with any less grace nd ppl were prompted to be critical of group dynamics beyond ‘its funny that they’re mean to each other teehee’ it would’ve been scandal after scandal after scandal. nd i’m not saying i want to live in the world where the popular narrative is that [redacted] is a jealous colorist bully but i would like to visit at least

[alethiometry]

Edward Kenway for character asks!

ooooooo okay i should open this with a disclaimer: i have not finished black flag yet (about 2/3 of the way through i think? i need to level up my ship so i can beat the next story mission lol) so everything i'm saying here is based on the game up to thatch's death, and everything we know about edward in ac 3: forsaken and the comics that came out a couple years ago.

First impression

oh boy... to be honest, one of the reasons it took me such a long time to get around to playing black flag (it was one of the first ps4 games i bought when i got my console in 2016, and i didn't start until about a month ago) was because i didn't really feel particularly strongly about edward's character design. i was vaguely interested in That One Pirate Assassin Game after having watched (and loved) black sails, but was afraid i would be let down; to me edward just looked like Some Dude, and i was still hung up on the black sails gang. to me, black sails and its characters were so genre/time period-defining that any other piece of pirate media just seemed lackluster in comparison.

i'd also heard a lot of praise for edward and for ac4 in general so i was aware that it was a very popular and well-received game. but since i mostly heard that from reddit (didn't join tumblr ac fandom until odyssey in 2018) i kind of discounted it, bc gamer reddit tastes are... questionable at best.

Impression now

I LOVE HIM!!! i always think i want stories about virtuous characters who believe in goodness and kindness and aren't motivated by gold or glory but aren't afraid to do what needs to be done to help others who can't help themselves. and sometimes that's true (coughratonhnhake:toncough). other times i end up clowning on myself because i realize that it's so much fun when said good/kind character has a rough and rugged exterior, and is motivated by personal gain (i think edward and kassandra are kinda kindred spirits across time and space in that regard, but maybe that's another rant for another time). sometimes you just want someone to be a little bit of an opportunistic bastard, and boy does edward fit that to a T. he's an incredibly complex man, and i think what really got me was that even as he was impersonating assassins and then templars and then assassins again, all for personal gain (pickpocketing the templars in havana while he gains their trust and agrees to do their dirty work lmfao my beloved <3), his primary motivation for doing so was to prove to caroline and her family that he is someone worth a damn, that he is capable of great things and that he is worthy of their love and acceptance. and i know from ac forsaken that the marriage with caroline doesn't last (though i haven't played ac4 far enough to see if that happens on screen, or if it occurs between the game and the novel) which makes his backstory in the game all the more heartbreaking. but his optimism and perseverance and determination to prove himself are all what make me love him.

so that's edward the romantic. now let's talk about the way edward is with adewale, his crew, and his friends. and let's also put the rest of this behind a readmore bc girl i am RANTINGGGGGG

he has several lines that he says to adewale that make me physically cringe (namely: "many of [these men] wouldn't accept you as captain" or "what was it like being enslaved?" like i get that someone like edward would be asking that question in good faith and genuine curiosity but also JESUS CHRIST UBISOFT). but on the flip side - cringey as those questions are, he also takes the time to actually listen and learn, and i think he genuinely values the perspective that he gets from adewale allowing him to open these lines of trust and communication. there's a patience and mutual respect there that i adore.

i also love how much edward loves his crew and his other pirate friends. those scenes of him + kidd + thatch + adewale + hornigold (lol) drinking on the beach and having a grand old time and talking about establishing - to borrow one of my favorite chills-down-my-spine phrases from black sails - a nation of thieves, for people like them to live and prosper, free from the chokehold of civilization. and i know he's not as outwardly invested in counterculture/independence/anticolonialism as thatch and vane and kidd are, but the fact that he so wholeheartedly supports his friends' goals, lofty and impossible as they are, speaks volumes about his love for his friends.

Favorite moment

every scene he has with kidd when kidd casually and softly reminds him that they see that he is a good person beneath his opportunistic and rambunctious exterior. i especially love when they discover julien du casse's mansion containing orders for templars to go out and hunt down assassins: the way kidd immediately knows that edward wants to help the assassins as a way to make up for the damage he did while masquerading as a templar, even if he hasn't voiced it aloud himself. the way that they don't force edward to admit anything about himself before he is ready, but still constantly remind him that he has a good heart. they give him space to come to terms with his compassionate side in a world/environment that more often than sees compassion as something to be stamped out or cast aside. i don’t love when characters are forced to be the Moral Compass for a main dude character, but i think it works for edward and kidd.

Idea for a story

not an edward story per se, but there are 2 povs into edward's life that i would cut off (someone else's) limbs for:

jenny's pov growing up in the kenway household. from haytham's pov it seems that she knows way more about his past than haytham ever did (it was hinted at that there are rumors about edward’s past as haytham was growing up that he wasn’t privy to, but i don’t think at any point in the novel does haytham ever find out definitively that his father was a pirate) and i want to know how she knew so much, and more into what her life was like - through her eyes rather than haytham, who is like 10 years younger and by his own admission barely understands her and barely has a functional relationship with her. i'll expand further on edward and jenny in the next question/prompt/bullet point, actually, bc i have a LOT more to say.

connor's pov learning about his grandfather from... idk? who's around to tell him? what's so goddamn sad is that by the time connor rebuilds the colonial brotherhood he's kinda the only one left. sure there's aveline down in louisiana, but as far as we know everyone who was around in edward's generation is dead now, and i'm not sure how much of the kenway saga is preserved for connor to discover, or if all this information about their family line was discovered in the modern-day, by your abstergo employee character, and later by osto berg in the comics. which is why i so badly want a revelations-style game where connor traces his assassin heritage back to the caribbean, relives some of edward's memories, and then makes the trip to london to see his aunt jenny. it would have been such a cool way to round out the kenway saga.

Unpopular opinion

idk how popular or unpopular this is bc i rarely see other in-depth posts about it on my dash, but edward was a terrible father to jenny. he was every bit the wonderful and loving father to haytham for the 10 years that haytham had a father, but i wish we'd seen more of jenny's perspective than just a few lines of dialogue in haytham's diary: i hate the way edward sidelined her and raised her in the same manner that any other wealthy person of the time would have raised their daughter - that is, for the sole purpose of sitting pretty and marrying her off in an arrangement that would benefit the family. it's especially hard to reconcile because in ac4 there are female assassins in the americas, and there are female pirates in the caribbean, so it's not like edward isn't aware that women have as much right as any man to live life on their own terms. it just seems like by the time he returns to england and settles down with his family, he's reverted back to the societal norms and gender roles that the pirates fought (and lost) against, and it's hard not to be deeply disappointed by that.

to be clear, i don't begrudge edward settling down and becoming a Rich Society Man. dude deserves to live comfortably with his loving family. he has every right to dote on his wife and children, and leave behind the hardships of being a pirate. but i think "fightning against deeply-ingrained cultural norms/expectations is a long and bloody struggle, and after losing so many people he cared so deeply about, i think it's understandable that edward wouldn't want to continue that fight alone (and also adewale is still fighting the good fight) (do NOT @ me about ac rogue I Pretend I Do Not See It)" and "i don't love the way edward sidelined his daughter into societally-expected gender roles she did not want; it makes me think that he did not continue drinking his Respect Women Juice as much as i thought he did/wanted him to" are two opinions that can coexist.

Favorite relationship

i don't know that i ship edward romantically with anyone, actually. i thought he and caroline were cute in the beginning, but it's hard to want to ship them knowing that she leaves him eventually. and ofc there'd edward/tessa in ac forsaken, and we know they were very happy together and that he loved her so so much. but we don't see that relationship except through haytham's eyes.

as for non-romantic relationships, i already talked at length above about his relationships with adewale and the other pirates and kidd, and i'll just leave it at that. i'm also vaguely aware that edward's got some upcoming scenes with anne bonny, but i'm not at that point in the game yet so i don't have much to say about the two of them. so far i've only seen them say a few lines to each other at the nassau tavern.

Favorite headcanon

kassandra absolutely rubbed shoulders with edward at some point during his time in the caribbean; i like to think that she needed to lie low for some reason (maybe she was with the assassins idk) and joined his crew. i just need my best stabby gal and my second-favorite stabby dude to be pals!

finally, this isn't a headcanon per se but it is obligatory that any time i talk about kenways i yell for a bit about the fact that EDWARD WOULD HAVE LOVED CONNOR SO SO SO MUCH AND I'M FOREVER DEVASTATED THAT HE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIM. at the same time, if edward hadn't been murdered and haytham not been indoctrinated into the templars the way he had, i'm not sure connor would even have existed. and in a way i'm glad that edward wasn't around to see how broken and cynical and depressed haytham became, because i think that would have absolutely broken his heart.

send me a character!

[princessjungeun]

Fallen Angel: Olivia Hye x Reader

TW// violence, blood

I had a dream like this and also, A LONG time ago i read a demon jinsoul au but idk who wrote it or where it is on here. If you’re the writer pls message me so i can give you credit for inspiring me.

Life for you here in Paradise was beyond perfect. You sat at the highest rank of all young angels. A status that many dreamed of but never reached. You weren’t like most seraphs, most of them were extremely rude. They liked using their status against other angels, knowing they would get treated differently if they played their cards right.

However you weren’t like this, many other angels, seraphs, and archangels knew. You were friendly, warm, and extremely nice. Many believed that’s why you’re so beautiful.

Your brown skin was kissed by the sun and shone like pearls in the light. The long black tendrils that crowned your head flowed down your back, dancing in the breeze. Your chocolate brown eyes, sweet and luminous while the sharp almond shape captures everyone’s attention. It was no secret that you were seen as the most beautiful angel in paradise.

Everyone agreed on that statement except for you.

The one you found most beautiful hid in the depths of Paradise. She cowered on the borders of Paradise and the Underworld, never showing her face intentionally.

Her tanned skin was once a bright ivory color, presumably from the lack of light she received day to day. Her deep raven colored hair made her look even more pale. The deep pink tint of her triangle shaped lips remained the most defining feature upon her face. However, the one thing that many noticed first, were the broad, onyx colored wings flecked with silver that rested on her back. One of which was tattered, missing a large portion from the bottom.

Everyone called her a demon but you, as a seraph knew that she was not. Demons can’t survive up in Paradise, and if they do, they are removed quite quickly.

Although it might seem foolish or extraneous, all angels in paradise must attend school. It’s not a normal school like what mortals do on Earth, there aren’t subjects. It’s simply a place where angels learn how to be better at what they do. Angels are divided into three divisions and instructed in said divisions.

Academy started two months ago and you never once saw the one you’d always kept an eye on. As much as you wanted to find her, as you knew where she resides, you never did.

Until one day you were called by the highest seraph. He requested that you find the missing angel and bring her to academy.

All of that to explain why you’re standing outside of a dusky and sullen cave. A small light shone in the very hind of the dim tunnel leading to the open end.

You hesitated, lowering your wings, not certain if you should have come alone. Nevertheless you proceeded, mumbling to yourself “Son Hyejoo you’re needed at the academy” in hopes it’d help you not blank upon seeing her.

As you rounded the corner you stopped completely, your body froze not able to move one step more. The feeling of terror flooded your body upon seeing her, facing backwards. Her wings were erect, much broader than yours, definitely more powerful. Candles were lit in a circle around her, illuminating the small space. The light bounced off of the walls of the cave, the small flecks of silver in her wings drew you closer without thinking.

“What do you want” she spoke, her voice monotonous and plain.

You asked “how did you know I was here?”

She responded “I could hear you 8 kilometers away, you’re not exactly good at whispering.” Taking her voice up an octave she spoke in a mocking tone “Son Hyejoo you’re needed at the academy...and if you ever refer to me as Hyejoo without my permission again, you won’t be returning to Paradise. You call me Olivia.”

You told her “O-ok... I was sent by the head Seraph. So. Olivia...you are needed at the academy, there is no exception for anyone.”

She rose from her seat prompting you to step away slowly. As she turned around you locked eyes with her, your heart plummeted when you saw them gleam a deep crimson.

This time as she spoke her voice deepened, “I do not attend the academy. Leave now and never return back, is that clear?” The only time you’ve ever heard this inflection was from the devil himself, no angel can forget it.

Your mouth went dry as you stood in fear, although she was no bigger than you, she clearly held more physical power than you.

Without thinking you turn your back and flew out the cave, faster than you’ve ever in your life.

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Days passed and you’d been instructed to go back to Olivia’s cavern. You followed the directions given to you however everytime your arrived, she was never there. You convinced yourself she just found a new cave to reside in, but something felt off every time you went.

Until the last day you attempted to find her. The second you step foot into the dim cavern, her voice echoed down the channel.

“I thought I told you not to return here. Why are you back.” Her voice sounded weak and broken, unlike the time before.

You didn’t respond, only walking further in hoping that maybe she would actually come with you.

The Olivia you saw last time was definitely not the same one that you were looking at now. The long raven locks that once flowed down her back were now bluntly chopped just above her shoulders. Her skin was littered with scratches and bruises. The once broad wings that adorned her back were tattered on one while the other was completely gone.

“Hye-I mean Olivia! What happened are you alright?” You approached her reaching out to touch her.

Pressing her two hands down on the ground, she held her body up on her two arms. You looked closer and scanned the area of her back where her wing was severed from her back. It was clearly new, judging by the blood stains on her shirt.

“Ple-please leave...he’ll come back if you stay any longer. Y/N...go.” She wheezed out her words, the last two coming out in faint gasps.

You responded “what does that mean? I cant let you die here...let me help you okay, I’ll leave and never return after. Just let me help you. Please.”

Her arms shook beneath her, just as she collapsed you caught her in your arms. You told her “I have to tie something around it since it already stopped bleeding okay?” She nodded weakly as you pulled a blanket from the ground and wrapped it tightly around her back, right where her wing used to be. A whimper left her lips, you could tell she wanted to scream but she was far too weak to do so.

You tended to the rest of the scratches and scrapes that dotted her skin. She had dozed in and out of sleep as you did so, but now she was wide awake. Her head rested on your lap, your hand carding through her hair gently.

“Who was it?” You asked gently hoping not to overstep.

She responded “my father...we um-hes not the easiest to talk to.”

You asked “what happened....”

She told you “he saw me talk to you. He got upset that I didn’t um- handle... you differently.”

You replied “I don’t usually say this but does he know i’m a seraph?”

A small laugh left her lips and she whispered “the devil doesn’t care about your status.”

You froze and stuttered out “wha-what?”

She told you plainly “my dad is a demon. I’m half angel, half demon. My mom was young and stupid...kinda rebellious. My dad knew and he liked that about her. But angels aren’t meant to be with demons...that’s why she’s gone.”

You lifted your hand from her soft locks and said “I’m sorry...I- I should go. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

She reached up and grabbed your hand, bringing back to her head before telling you “he won’t...please just- don’t go yet.”

You smiled softly to yourself and said “okay but I do have to go back at sun up for academy...speaking of which you’re still being summoned.”

She replied “why don’t you just come after and teach me what I need to know? I cant be around other angels without my dad showing up...even right now is risky.”

You told her “I can ask but I should be able to do that...you need to rest. I’ll leave once you’re asleep okay?”

She nodded and scooted closer to you, reaching her hand up she grasped your free hand, holding it in hers.

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For the next few months you found yourself with Olivia Hyejoo every single day. The two of you spent every minute together when you weren’t in academy. You’d learned a lot about Hyejoo, like that she has two sisters but they live in the underworld as they’re 100% demon. She had never had an emotional connection to someone like the way she did with you. Also that she hated her birthday, you never knew why, but she did.

You loved being around her and she loved being around you, even though she was terrified of hurting you. What she never told you was that for her, a Nephilim, she’s constantly battling internally to balance the good and evil. Sometimes she loses control, and other times she has a hold of herself.

Since meeting you she’d been working harder, feeling an imbalance constantly. She knew it was because she loved you deeply, something that is absolutely forbidden. Hyejoo knew that if she let her feelings get the best of her you’d both end up gone, so she tried her best to control her feelings.

But it was hard to control her feelings when you were so perfect. She loved when you laughed, it was like music to her ears. She absolutely adored when you held her in your arms at night to protect her when she felt a certain presence among the two of you.

Eventually, Hyejoo reached her breaking point, she knew if she saw you anymore she would end up acting on her feelings. So she decided it was time to let you go, especially because her birthday was in two days.

“Y/N?” She was laying on her stomach across your lap, your hand on her bare back, running over the scar where her wing once was.

“Hmm?” You hummed happily as your nails lightly trailed over her skin.

She sat up and said “you can’t come back tomorrow...or any day after.”

Her words felt like daggers in your chest, you never wanted to leave her, even for a minute and you knew she felt the same.

“What? Why?” Your voice cracked as you tried to suppress your sadness.

“I can’t be around you anymore.” She turned away from you, facing the wall.

“Why not?” You weren’t giving up until you got a full answer.

She told you “It’s to protect you, I don’t want to hurt you...”

You asked “protect me from what? Hyejoo don’t shut me out like this...please.”

Hyejoo’s one wing rose, the same way it did the first time you encountered her. Her voice deepened to the same demonic tone, “get out.”

Without hesitation you responded “no. Hyejoo I love you please-”

She cut you off “IF YOU LOVE ME THEN YOU’LL LISTEN TO ME! LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK.”

The ground shook as she yelled, the walls of her cave trembling as she spoke.

You got up and walked out, looking back to see if she’d change her mind but she didn’t.

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The truth was Hyejoo didn’t want to let you go, but she had to. When half demon half angels are born, they’re given a number 16-20. On that birthday is when they either turn into a full demon, or full angel. However, because Hyejoo’s mother didn’t survive her birth, there was no way for her to even be considered to be an angel. It was the parent’s choice for which they turn into. Unless an agreement is reached between the Nephilim and it’s parent.

Hyejoo went to see her father in an attempt to request that he doesn’t turn her into a full demon. He didn’t talk it lightly, hence the reason why you found her so injured that day. It was Hyejoo’s 19th birthday soon and the only way she could possibly not become a demon was her completely controlling her internal balance of good and evil, resulting in her internal balance being 100 to 0. No nephilim has done it before but it was worth trying. However, if she failed, the end result was becoming a full fallen angel.

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The two days leading up to her birthday you listened to her. You didn’t go to find her even though you really wanted to. However on the day of her birthday you found yourself outside of her cave.

You didn’t wander inside but she knew you were outside. Part of her wanted to shoo you off but the other part missed you and felt comfort by you being present.

Hyejoo waited for the clock to strike midnight, for her birthday. She knew what was to come as she’s seen how her older sister’s dealt on their birthdays.

She pulled a pair of metal shackles that had been in the cave since her sister’s lived here with her. Hyejoo remembered the way she had to watch Byul and Mina chain themselves out of fear of hurting her.

The second the clock struck midnight she felt her father’s presence. Pain coursed through her veins as she felt her internal balance starting to become more and more uneven.

She fought with herself for hours, she’d been able to keep herself as steady as she could but there were still 20 hours left in the day. Thankfully these types of things happened in bursts. She was probably only going to deal with this 2 more times at most. She knew she was too weak to hold it off but she wouldn’t give in.

You could hear her heavy breaths and strangled whimpers from outside the cave. But when they subsided you relaxed, knowing that she was probably fine.

It was the last two hours of the day when you heard an ear piercing shriek ring through the cave. Not wasting a second you flew inside, definitely not prepared for what you were about to see.

Hyejoo’s eyes were completely black, her veins coursing what looked like black blood. Her one wing was starting to fall away, bent at the top indicating that she was losing this internal battle. One singular horn was already protruding from her head, the other already starting to form.

You froze in fear, now understanding why she didn’t want you here.

She turned and saw you, immediately grabbing you by the throat. You clawed at her hands, trying your best to choke out her name.

“H-Hyejoo...stop- please.” You whispered trying to release yourself from her grip.

Her one eye faded back to the deep crimson you loved and remembered, “Y/N?”

Immediately she let go, but the second she did her eye faded back to black. You knew that there was nothing much you could do to help her but watch and hope for the best.

You watched in terror for an hour as Hyejoo went through what was clearly excruciatingly painful. It was when she fell onto her back and started floating above the ground, tears falling from her eyes, and strangled screams leaving her mouth that you cracked.

Pulling her back down you pulled her into your arms, you remembered that as a seraph that there was a possibility of you helping her. She fell limp in your arms, too weak to try and fight it any longer.

Calling out her name you repeated “Hyejoo, please I love you” at least 400 times before you saw her eye fade back to red.

She weakly asked “Y/N? I love you too.”

You held her tighter and begged her “please please just push a little more...it’ll be fine okay? You can be an angel with me please.”

She shook her head and said “I-I cant Y/N...he’s too strong. This is it, I can’t do it any longer...I’m sorry.”

You held her closer and noticed her other eye faded as she came to.

Looking down at her she said “I put up a good fight...but I can’t fight anymore. I’m going to be with him tomorrow, you’ll never see me again.”

You replied “what if I will? I come with you.”

She knew what you meant: when an angel falls in love with a demon, the angel descends into the underworld as a Fallen Angel. The only thing sealing it, is a kiss.

Hyejoo’s eye started to fade black again, but she tried her best to stay with you.

“N-No you’re not doing that. You’re a seraph.”

You wiped a tear from her eye as the clock almost struck midnight indicating the end of the night. She had five minutes which you spend holding her in your arms. Looking into her eyes as she started to lose herself.

It was ten seconds left until you told her “I was a seraph, but now I’m a fallen angel.”

Capturing her lips between yours, you kissed her softly. Her hand laced with yours as both of your eyes faded black. You fell limp against her body indicating that you were no longer alive in Paradise.

She wrapped her arm around your body, feeling herself fade. A smile made its way to her face at the realization that she’d be with you again, just in another world.

As her eyes closed for the last time, she mumbled to herself:

I love you, my fallen angel.

[thefoundationproject]

Heyy so I love The Soft Wars AU (or as I like to call it Actual Canon). Your writing is amazing and some of the best I've probably ever read! The amount of subtext and meaning you manage to pack into every piece is actually insane!!😍😍 I pick up on something new on every reread that brings the story to a whole new level of amazing and I just !!!!!

I reread Journeymen again (it's probably one of my favourites because I love to think that not all of the Cuy'val Dar were assholes and seeing Fenn with baby clones makes my heart go gooey and add that to seeing the Alphas interact with their baby bros my heart just melts. (Also Jet is fighting with the Edee boys for the top spot in my heart ))

Sooo I was wondering if you intend Spar and Fenn to be a thing? Doesn't have to be romantically even but seeing as they raised Jet and Jag together they would care for eachother + that prompt from a few weeks ago with Caleb tells me they kinda stuck together even after Jet and Jag left Kamino?? Do we get to see them on CD? Do we get to see them with adult Jet and Jag? I figured that Fenn had lots of guilt about what happened (PS fuck Priest he better be dead I swear I hate him more than Palpy) no matter what Spar did/said and he always assumed Spar didn't actually want him around so when he heard about Oya Vode he just thought that was it, and he had to figure out what else to do with his life now and then Spar's like "Get in loser, we're deserting. I've already picked out a hilltop for us, don't worry it's got enough room for the Unbowed. Do you want a tooka? " And Fenn's just like *static sound* ?¿?¿?

This is too long I'm so sorry omg I have midterms what am I doing can you tell I need answers help but idk if you've planned something else?

Sorry this took a while!  Finals week was kicking my heinie!  

Thank you so much!  Soft Wars is for sure much less tragic than that canon business at least!  I’m glad you like my lil hidey-habit, it’s super fun to hide random little things in random little places and see if anyone notices.  It’s always SUPER fun when someone comes back months later and goes HOW DID I MISS THAT.  It makes me giggle.

Journeyman was my first time poking at the couple of non-asshole trainers.  The first time I made a reference to them was way way way back long ago, in that one fic where families were waiting in orbit while the Vode figured out the chip.  Heck I’m not sure if I left it in, but at one point I’d intended to slip a reference in way back as far as Ever After, but I think that one didn’t flow super well.  Fenn Rau and Mij Gilmar are definitely alright in my book.

The Alphas got handed these tiny baby brothers and went ‘oh no what do’ and when no one had an answer they made their own.  They just rolled up their sleeves and got their adopt on and the rest is history.  (Jet is a sweetie pie and I adore him verily!)

So I haven’t yet figured out what I’m doing with Spar and Fenn.  Are they Romantic?  Platonic?  No idea.  I do know that they raised those two boys though, and they’re something to each other.  I’m gonna be just as surprised as everyone else when that ‘something’ figures out what it is.  But I DO know that Spar isn’t gonna let Fenn brood himself into a corner that easily.  

So one thing I DO have an answer for is that yes, we definitely get to see both Spar and Fenn on CD.  Unfortunately that one is in a fic with a main POV character that’s been particularly elusive recently.  Eventually though!  I also have another fic planned where we get to find out a little more about Fenn and Jag’s interaction, but that one is deep under the sofa and only occasionally pops up to sniff when I open tuna cans. 

(PS Mij will still get rid of Priest.  I’m not taking that satisfaction away from him.)

[girlofmanyfandoms]

Kiss It Better

A/n: It’s like two or three days late (under the prompt of cuddles), but it has a decent word count so I’m not too upset with myself! It kinda accidentally turned into a hurt/comfort thing but that helped with ✨plot✨ So it’s okay! Also @titzweek here ya go-

Word count: 3000

Trigger warnings: mention of mild aggression (throwing plates), blood mention (nothing too graphic)

Warnings: it’s not the greatest and also i edited it at like 1 or 2am in the dark so like, maybe errors? Idk

Writing taglist: @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @bookwyrminspiration  @percabetn @an-absolute-travesty  @linhamon-roll  @a-lonely-tatertot @loverofallthingssmart @vibing-in-the-void @clearlykeefitz @callas-starkflower-stew @enbies-and-felonies

The morning mist held strong, reinforcing gravity and making it even more difficult for Tam to drag himself out of his makeshift bed by the lake. Leaning over the fogged up waters, he wrung out his bangs, combing them back into place with his hands. The water here could hardly be trusted.

“Well,” he grunted as he stood up, patting an old dying tree with a gloved hand. “It was nice seeing you, Wildwood. You take it easy, alright?”

The trees groaned in response, both from age and from the weight of all that it had undergone and seen from the hazy backgrounds of the world. Maybe that was why he cared for Wildwood. It was like him. From the shadows. Ignored until needed. Cast aside when they differ from the norm. To him, he and Wildwood were one and the same. Or at least, they used to be. In the past months, Tam had found what Wildwood could only hope to receive: love.

And as the colors of the sunrise faded into blue, Tam was comforted by that one constant he had in his life. His perfect golden boy there to bring light into his world.

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As soon as Tam walked into the Vackers’ territory, he was yanked to the side, knocking the breath from his chest. He prepared for a fight, but upon seeing a stylized sparkling fabric blinking in and out of sight, he relaxed just a bit.

“What the hell, B? I thought you were trying to attack me.”

“Quiet,” Biana scolded, finally coming into view. Her annoyed expression quickly changed to fear and dread as a shattering sound echoes across the stone walls of the extensive landscape. Biana shut her eyes and winced noticeably. “He’s been at that ever since Dad stormed off.”

“Rough day?”

“I guess you could say that.” Biana bit her lip. “Mom went after Dad after he yelled at us.”

“But the two of you are okay, right?”

“I’m alright. It’s Fitz I’m worried about,” she admitted. “I’ve been too scared to go up to him because of… well, you know.” Biana’s thumb traced over her scars absentmindedly.

Tam squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. “Hey, you did what you could. It’s not your job to stop him from doing something irrational, and you’re not expected to do something that’ll trigger you. I’ll go after him.”

“Tam, it’s fine, I’ll do it-”

“I’ll go after him, you get some rest.”

“Only if you promise to be careful,” she warned. “Use your cloak as a shield, so that you don’t get caught in the crossfire of his throws. And put your gloves back on!”

Tam slipped off his gloves and tossed them behind his back without a second thought. He dropped his cloak in a similar fashion, only going back to fold it neatly and add it to the pile. “I’ll be fine.”

“Tam, you know how he gets when he’s upset. The rage, it blinds him, it blurs anything and everything around him to the point where the only he knows is that fire of hate. He’s not going to register that it’s you approaching him.”

“I’m his boyfriend,” Tam pointed out in an exasperated manner. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

“Isn’t that a shame.”

Biana huffed, rubbing the crease between her brows. “You’re just as stubborn as he is.”

“Don’t they say that birds of a feather flock together?” Tam asked, walking backwards and opening his arms in a gesture that said That’s just how it is.

“Yeah, until the cat comes,” she shot back.

“Then let’s hope that cat doesn’t arrive.”

“You two idiots deserve each other!” she cried in one last attempt to get him to turn back.

“Thank you!” he called back, already headed towards the horizon.

Biana sank to the floor, scowling as she dragged Tam’s belongings closer to her for protection. “Dense fool,” she muttered. But Tam was already out of sight.

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Tam approached the area in a calm stroll, but as he drew nearer, the cold dread that Biana had described filled him and dragged him back, just like the familiar, addictive pull of the shadows. They gathered at his feet, shadowflux begging to be called on, but Tam was far too busy trying to calculate a way to coax his boyfriend into putting the crystal dishes down.

He was like a rampant bull, hurling plate after plate at the wall. His hands had small cuts, but overall he seemed to be unscathed despite the several hours this had clearly been going on. Tam avoided clumps of shattered pieces so as not to startle him. While his movements proved to make him a berserker, it was also an art. One slight decibel off might send him on the attacking side.

“Fitz!” Tam shouted. He didn’t even glance his way. “FITZ!” Still no response. He just kept on launching silverware as far as he could. Tam sighed. He didn’t want it to come down to this, but if Biana had waited hours just for him to show up and put an end to this, he was not going to let her down. He seized the tendrils of shadows that had been itching to be used and directed all of his focus towards the cup about to be thrown with the hope that if he used his ability instead of telekinesis, he would recognize his beloved.

Shiiiing!

Fitz immediately put his hands over his mouth in shock and guilt, rushing over to check the damage.

Tam cupped his hand, blood gushing from the wound like a river. “Guess you ran out of throwing stars, huh?” he joked halfheartedly, wincing as he applied pressure to the cut.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so dumb.” Fitz ripped off a sleeve from his shirt to wrap around the slice in his partner’s hand. He cupped Tam’s cheek, the boy gladly moving towards the physical affection. “I’m so sorry, Tammy.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to do it,” he replied nonchalantly. Upon seeing the great panic spreading through Fitz’s person, he took a more gentle approach. “Hey, it’s okay. You’ve had a bad day and you just made a mistake, and I forgive you.”

“I hurt you.” Fitz’s voice cracked, and it became evident that Tam’s words had gone over his head. Fitz scooped Tam up in his arms and raced into the house.

“Relax, golden boy.” Tam rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the attentiveness he was being given. “It’s just a little cut, it’ll heal.”

Fitz scrambled through the drawers until he found the bandages, a Bottle of Youth, and the antibiotic ointment. From there, his panic switched to precision, first rinsing the wound, then applying the ointment, then wrapping the gauze bandage. It was a completely different side of him, one that would sacrifice the world for the ones that he loved. And despite Tam’s rough exterior, he couldn’t help but lean his head on his other hand in admiration.

Once he had finished, Fitz sat on the bar stool next to Tam’s and combed through his rosy pink locks in distress. Tam nudged his shoulder with his nose several times, earning him a side hug and a kiss to the cheek, but no words other than the repeated apologies and self-deprecating phrases.

“Babe,” Tam said helplessly. “Let’s go upstairs at least, so we can talk about this privately.”

Fitz nodded, letting him lead the way. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn’t notice when Tam had tucked him into bed and wrapped an arm around him, burying his face in his neck.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Fitz mumbled again. Tears welled up in his eyes, and Tam used his abled hand to wipe them.

“I told you it’s forgiven,” Tam gently reminded him. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

“Not the Vackers,” he countered, sniffling. “We always have to keep up our reputation, keep on smiling and charming everyone just to go to the store. I can’t go anywhere without people expecting me to be the perfect golden boy.”

“No one is perfect. We’re all flawed and traumatized and hurt, and we make stupid decisions because of them. You’re a kid, Fitz, it’s not your job to hold your family together.”

“I guess. But Biana…” he sighed, pulling Tam closer as he facepalmed in guilt. “I shouldn’t have done that with her here. And how am I supposed to clean up the yard before Mom gets back?”

“Don’t worry about that, the gnomes are already on it,” he coaxed. “And Biana understands. You can talk to her later. For now, the golden boy needs to rest.”

“I can’t,” Fitz protested, trying to get up. Tam flipped himself over him, ending up besides Fitzroy once more. “Tam, I have to take care of you, and help the gnomes, and apologize to Biana, and-”

“And all of that can wait until tomorrow,” Tam finished for him. “Except me, of course.”

Fitz laughed, a real, rich laugh, and he could tell that it was the first time he had done that in a while. “I’m guessing you want me to stay here all day, all night?”

“Well, I do need medical and physical attention you know.”

He kissed Tam’s nose, making him blush furiously. “Well then, I guess I’ve got to cancel my plans. But seriously, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“You could kiss it better,” Tam suggested cheekily.

Fitz said no more, gingerly taking his wrapped hand and peppering kisses around where he knew the injury to be. He trailed them up his arms and neck until he finally met his lips.

“I am really sorry, babe. That got all out of control. My father, he… he’s done some messed up things to this family, and as the proclaimed ‘Gifted Child,’ I felt responsible for stepping in. And like everything else, I ruined it.”

“You don’t realize that the good you do purposely outweighs the slip-ups you make along the way.”

“This was more than a slip-up, Tam. I became a monster, something I’ve never seen before. I was a violent beast that lost control, all because my Dad yelled at me for being a ‘disgrace to the Vackers’ for being gay. And because of that stupidity, I hurt you, and scared Biana outside of that.”

Tam’s eyes widened with shock. “Wait, you got angry because you were protecting me?”

“Well, yeah, of course. My father can drag me down all he wants, but he’s not touching the people that I love.”

“Love?”

“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve known you weren’t ready-”

“I love you too.”

“I- Wait, really?”

“Duh,” Tam chuckled, before his expression grew shadowed and weary. “Besides… we all have a dark side. I know I’d do anything for the people I care about.”

“What does yours look like?” Fitz asked. “Your dark side, I mean.”

He smiled bitterly, shadows of his past trauma flashes before his eyes in a relentless, rough grip. “You don’t want to know that part of me.”

“Babe, I want to know every side of you.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Of course,” Fitz grinned eagerly. “I want to know everything you’re willing to share.”

“Then cuddle with me. Get to know another part of me.”

Fitzroy rested his chin on Tam’s chest and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, just as his own were dancing with glee. “Gladly.”

—————

Tam woke up to a loud series of sharp knocks on the bedroom door.

“Your breakfast is gonna get cold,” a feminine voice told him.

He inhaled sharply and ruffled his hair, using his tunic to rub his eyes, all in an attempt to focus on the figure leaning against the doorframe.

“C’mon, it’s past noon.”

Tam bolted upright, rushing to the bedside to pull his boots on. It could’ve been Fitz calling to him, but his mind was cloudy, warping any and all audio that reached his ears.

“I knew that would get you up,” the voice snickered. “Fitz told me to get you up in time for breakfast in bed.”

Tam chanced a glance up to see if his vision had finally cleared. Yup, definitely not Fitz. “Oh hey, B. I take it you and your brother talked?”

She nodded, arms still crossed tightly around her lilac fleece-like pullover for warmth. “Came running to me and went on his whole apology speech once you passed out. It was dorky, but it was also very… him. If that makes any sense.”

“It does.” He took a moment to inspect the tray and found a neatly folded piece of paper. A note from him. He read through it as Biana kept talking.

Good morning dearest, I just wanted to leave you this note to remind you that I love you and to apologize once again.

“When I saw him rush outside a few minutes after Mom left with an armful of tupperware, I was confused, but when he started throwing them in the yard, I was terrified for him. He’s lost control, but never like that. I felt powerless.”

“You did what you could, no one can ask you for more,” he mumbled.

“I stood to the side and waited for his boyfriend to come and stop him, and he wound up getting hurt. Real brave on my end.”

“It’s not being brave you should be aiming for, it’s doing what you need to do in order to protect the people you live for.”

I’m sorry. I know you’ll probably tell me not to apologize, but I really needed to get that out there in ink. Thank you for being there for Biana, I don’t know how I would live with myself if I had traumatized her or made her feel unsafe around me, but we talked for a bit and she helped me find better coping mechanisms, so all is forgiven. Well, as long as I give her my desserts for this month.

“I don’t think I did that yesterday. I chose the coward’s path.”

“You took the wise path, and you protected number one,” Tam corrected. “You know your brother better than anyone, and you knew the right choice was to let him blow off some steam until someone who wasn’t present when everything went down could talk him out of it. That was brave, and I think it’s quite admirable, too.”

“I guess you’re right.” She sighed, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail to give her hands something to do. “Still, I’m sorry about your hand.”

Tam waved it off. “I’ve gotten enough Vacker apologies over that. There’s no need.”

“If you say so.”

You were completely understanding last night, even while I was breaking down. You guided me through everything, and you were there for me, even when I couldn’t be there for myself. Thank you for being there. For letting me shadow you until I could be whole and healed again.

“You’re good for him,” Biana blurted out abruptly.

Tam furrowed his brows, sure he heard that wrong. “I’m what?”

“I said that you’re good for him. Fitz. I meant what I said when I told you that you two idiots deserve each other.”

“Thank you,” he breathed in shock.

“Remember the idiot part and don’t let it get to your head.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You are my healing darkness. No, not light. Darkness. Because I never understood why darkness was so demonized. Shadows are what keep you cool on a hot summer’s evening, what provides cover from the rain, and what puts you to sleep at night. The color black is as natural as the air flowing into our lungs, the blood circulating through our bodies, and the dirt under our feet. So when I think of darkness, I don’t think of fear; I think of hope. I think of you.

“You better not hurt him.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m serious, Tam. I know it sounds hypocritical considering what happened to you yesterday, but I’m just as protective of Fitz as you are of Linh. Understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Vacker.”

Biana relaxed a bit at the confirmation. “You promise to look after him?”

“I promise,” he agreed.

Y’know, when you called me golden boy, it got me thinking. Gold is the weakest metal, and for a while I thought the nickname fit me perfectly. A boy who was seen as the perfect, charming, valuable golden boy who could break in the blink of an eye. But the more I was with you, the more I thought about it. If shadows were misunderstood, maybe gold was too. And here’s the thing: gold doesn’t rust. You can break it and bend it and try all you want to ruin its life, but no matter what, you can’t make it rust. And second to you, that is the strongest thing I can imagine. So for you, I’ll stay strong. I won’t give up. I won’t rust.

“One last thing before I leave you alone.”

“Go right ahead.” Tam let himself free fall onto the mountain of pillows behind him, note still in hand.

“Don’t take advantage of him. He may be a pain in my neck, but he’s valuable,” Biana mentioned, clearly having so much more to say. “You’re… incredibly lucky to have him.”

So let’s work jointly on this. On healing. I’ll be your gold, strong when you’re weak. And you’ll be my darkness, always there for me. But we have to do this together. I’m willing to take a leap of faith if you are. All of my trust lies in you, and I hope you’ll pay me the same honor. So what do you say? Circle yes or no and meet me by Moonglade with your response. Last I remember, I still have to kiss it better.

With love,

Fitzroy

Tam picked up the pen tied to the tray and circled yes without hesitation. “I must be the luckiest man in the world.”

[kuiinncedes]

guess who keeps writing random quinntina drabbles in completely unrelated aus and refusing to expand on any of them :D so yeah i wrote a shadowhunters!quinn and tina thing (that i actually might expand on bc i was working on a klaine shadowhunter thing and it’s not super different or anything ANYWAY) idk if i need to explain shit to make it easier to understand or anything but here’s some explanations :P

shadowhunters = demon killers born with angel blood, they draw runes on themselves to do things like heal or give extra agility, strength, etc. also shadowhunters usually have compound last names it’s a whole thing but i kept their last names anyway it doesn’t matter lmao

iratze = healing rune, when a shadowhunter uses one it heals them :P

parabatai = platonically bonded shadowhunters basically, and runes given to someone by their parabatai are sometimes more powerful

Behemoth demons = gross slimy demons with like a giant mouth or something and they’re really hard to kill bc they reform and stuff lol

witchlight = a stone that shadowhunters can use that lights up when they hold it

and i think that’s it, if anyone reads this lol and is confused about any of the shadowhunter aspects feel free to ask me about it :P

also kinda took some things from this prompt list that came across my dash - “you’re bleeding” and “There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow your close.” idk it doesn’t really stick to that tho

oh but yeah that means there’s description of blood and stuff not a lot at all and it’s not graphic or anything but yeah just fyi :3 

ANYWAY YEAH I KINDA REALLY LIKE THIS LDFJSLFJ maybe one day i’ll stop adding this random stuff at the beginning of the ficlets i post lol

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“You’re bleeding.”

“News flash, Fabray, we’re Shadowhunters. It happens.” Tina rolls her eyes, then returns to scanning the surroundings for the Croucher demons that just disappeared. “I can’t believe I got stuck on a patrol with you,” she grumbles.

Quinn scoffs. “I’m not too happy about it either, hon.” She rubs her forearm, bare to the chill of the night air, and examines the wound on Tina’s leg, as best as she can given the distance between them. The blood has already soaked through her gear, the material itself slashed viciously halfway up her thigh. “Let me give you an iratze, at least. It looks bad,” she says, trying to keep the biting in her tone to a minimum. It’s hard, though, around Tina. She thinks she at least succeeds at not sounding like she’s actually going to kill Tina if she gets close.

Tina looks at her with an indecipherable expression, somehow different than the contempt and anger that she usually directs at Quinn. “It’s fine, we don’t have time for that. Mercedes can do it when we get back.” Tina seems to swallow, then looks away. “You know, being my parabatai, it’ll be a lot better than anything you could do.” The insult doesn’t carry half the heat of anything Tina usually says to her, which confuses Quinn. But she doesn’t have time to think on it when Tina’s eyes widen at some point behind her and Quinn whirls around with her seraph blade to meet the dark face of a demon, Tina coming up beside her, stabbing one demon and effectively causing another to vanish with a perfectly-thrown dagger.

Try as she might, Quinn can’t ignore just how insanely good of a Shadowhunter Tina Cohen-Chang is. And it annoys the fuck out of her.

Together they easily kill the demons in the group -- Croucher demons are not the brightest by far -- and Tina is retrieving a dagger from the ground when Quinn sees them. 

Three Behemoth demons, moving sluggishly, and not towards them, but they are going to have to take care of them. 

“What the fuck are Behemoth demons doing in a group…?” Quinn mumbles. They need help for this; no matter how exceptional of a Shadowhunter Tina is, and although Quinn is far from bad herself, two Shadowhunters can’t take on three Behemoth demons. 

“Fuck,” Tina whispers, coming up beside Quinn again. She can’t help but notice how Tina’s dark hair has fallen out of her bun a little, messy strands surrounding her face but of course she still looks so good --

“How do you feel about Behemoths, Fabray?” Tina says quietly, her tone challenging. They’re still just watching the demons, who haven’t done anything yet and have given no indication that they’ve noticed the two Shadowhunters.

Quinn scowls, “Hate them.” Which is an understatement. She and Kurt had a terrible experience with one a few years ago and she prefers not to think about it.

Tina nods. “Same.”

Of course, one of the demons finally turns their way and spots them. “Fuck, we gotta run,” Quinn hisses. She can already see that the demons are dispersing their slimy, disgusting bodies -- she really doesn’t like Behemoths -- to reform somewhere else, no doubt somewhere significantly closer to where they’re standing --

Or behind them. Quinn is yanked sideways by Tina and they sprint down a small road, dark but for the dim street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt.

It doesn’t take long for Quinn to notice something is wrong. She hasn’t patrolled with Tina before, but she’s trained with her, she knows Tina is somewhat faster than her. So why isn’t Tina way ahead of her right now… 

Quinn spares a glance over and right, her leg. Before Quinn can think about it, she’s pulling Tina into a small alley off the side of the road. 

“Shit,” Tina breathes, clenching her jaw and leaning against the wall in this really very narrow alley, they barely have enough space for the two of them, each against one of the walls -- 

Quinn looks at the wound on Tina’s thigh and hisses, “You idiot. You should’ve let me put a damn iratze on you, or you should’ve done it yourself, Angel’s sake -- ”

A Behemoth slides past, dispersing and quickly reforming further up the alley. The other two follow close behind. Quinn presses herself into the shadows of the alley, lessens her breath and tries to force her heart to stop pounding so loudly. She doesn’t think Behemoths have a sense of smell, she’s never learned that, but if they do, she and Tina are screwed and she will need to have a little chat with her demons instructor Will Schuester because this would not be a good time to find that out.

The demons pass. Quinn lets out a slow breath. 

“Lost my stele.” Tina’s breath is coming in shallow gasps; Quinn can tell she’s trying to minimize the sound. The gash on her thigh is way deeper and longer than Quinn realized. It’s hard to see anything with the lack of light in the alley and lack of contrast between Tina’s blood on her skin and the black gear she’s wearing.

“Fuck, do you have a witchlight?” Quinn asks. 

“No.” Tina’s muscles are tight and her body is wound. “It doesn’t matter right now. Call the Institute, we need someone to get rid of those Behemoths.”

Quinn wants to argue, wants to ask Tina if she’s seen her leg, but Tina’s right, infuriatingly. She quickly presses the number for her parabatai on her phone while Tina closes her eyes, resting her head against the brick wall, seemingly trying to calm her breathing.

“Quinn!” Kurt exclaims when he picks up. “What happened? Mercedes said she felt something happen to Tina and you guys have been out longer than you’re supposed to -- ”

“We’re fine,” Quinn interrupts. “Tina’s mostly fine, just a nice cut from a Croucher. We ran into some Behemoths though, need someone to take care of them.”

Kurt groans. “Of course you guys ran into Behemoths.” There’s some faint talking in the background -- Quinn can make out Mercedes demanding to know where her parabatai is, some other voices chime in that she can’t recognize. “Okay, luckily Mike’s here and he can go try to magic them away or whatever he does. Beiste is going with him. Mercedes and I will meet up with you and Tina. Send me your guys’ patrol location.”

“Don’t you know it?”

“Yes, but send it to me anyway,” Kurt says, exasperated, but Quinn can tell he doesn’t really mean it. “Okay? Be careful.”

“Always am.” She ends the call and shoves her phone back into her pocket. Then she remembers Tina, who’s sitting against the wall, legs stretched out in front of her and looking exhausted. 

“Here,” she says, finding her stele and holding it out to her. Tina gives her a half-smile and accepts it. She rolls up her jacket sleeve to draw the rune on her forearm, flowing black lines of the iratze stark against her skin in the dim light. 

“Kurt and Mercedes are coming,” Quinn says. “And Mike and Beiste for the demons.”

“Good, saves me from more time with you,” Tina mumbles halfheartedly.

Quinn rolls her eyes. “Let me help,” she says, kneeling down and reaching for her stele. “It will work better closer to the heart -- ”

“I’m fine,” Tina says hurriedly, leaning away from Quinn slightly. Quinn ignores the slight disappointment she feels at that and exclaims, “Are you serious? Your leg is still pouring blood, you can see that, right?”

Tina swallows. “I don’t want you that close to me.” Her voice is resigned, quiet and Quinn can barely hear her.

“Again, are you serious? What the fuck did I ever do to you?” Quinn knows she shouldn’t be getting angry, especially when they don’t know how far the demons are and they could hear her raised voice -- can Behemoth demons hear? Mr. Schue really didn’t do a great job in their demon education -- and come back to finish them off.

“Quinn, just… just don’t.” Tina rolls her stele back towards her. “Thanks for the stele.”

“No, I want to know! I want to know what the fuck I did to make you treat me like this, because I sure didn’t ask for it.” Quinn is seething now, unable to stop even if she tried. “When we were kids you were okay, but ever since the Shadowhunter Academy you’ve been such an asshole to me, and now you can’t even let me near you to help you, to put a fucking iratze on you -- ”

“I have feelings for you!” Tina yells, effectively shutting Quinn up. Quinn looks down at her in surprise. 

“What -- ?”

Tina puts her head in her hands, running them through her hair and pulling out her bun, her shining black hair spilling across her shoulders. “I… can’t let you near me because… I’m scared,” she says softly to her boots. “I’m scared of what my feelings mean when you get close to me and I want to kiss you so fucking badly... I want to be with you. I -- I realized that at the Shadowhunter Academy when I saw other girls kiss each other and I just,” she shakes her head. “I realized I want to do that with you. And I know there’s no chance for that, I get it. But that’s why I’ve been... mean.”

Quinn stares at Tina, jaw dropped open. Tina meets her gaze for a moment, then averts her eyes and smirks slightly, sadly. “It’s fine, Fabray. I’ll stop being an asshole and you don’t have to talk to me again. Except, you know, when Kurt and Mercedes want us all to hang out, but I’ll stay away.”

Quinn wants to say something -- wants to say no, I don’t want that, when the alley floods with light and she turns to see Kurt and Mercedes, the light coming from a witchlight stone in Kurt’s hand. 

“You know,” he says, smiling, “you could’ve come out after the demons left, would’ve made it easier for us to find you.”

-

Quinn makes her way through the unfamiliar halls of the Columbus Institute. She has a vague sense of where she’s going but she doesn’t live at the Institute so she’s still a little disoriented. But she mostly tries to follow the sound of voices and sure enough, it leads her to the library, where Mercedes and Tina are huddled together over a book, talking and laughing with each other. She watches them, quietly, awkwardly, for a second, then Tina turns and spots her, smile faltering a little.

“Hey, Quinn,” she says softly. Mercedes turns too and waves at her.

“Hey, guys,” Quinn says. She swallows. “Um, could I talk to Tina for a second?” Mercedes shoots Tina a look. She nods back and Mercedes pats her hand and leaves the library, and now Quinn and Tina are alone.

“How’s your leg?” Quinn asks, deciding to stall.

Tina smiles a little, walks up to her. Her hair is in braids today. “Good as new. Tends to be the case after a few iratzes.”

Quinn nods. “Good.”

A moment passes, then Tina exhales and says, “Look, Quinn… I’m really sorry about what I said in the alley. I… can’t say I didn’t mean it, but I promise I won’t act like anything’s different, okay? We don’t even have to talk about it -- ”

“I want to talk about it.”

Tina stops. “You do?”

Quinn runs a hand through her hair. “You meant what you said?”

A slow nod from Tina, and a deep breath from Quinn.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Quinn says, gaze fixed on the floor between their feet. “I think I feel the same.”

“… what?” 

“I want to kiss you. If you’ll let me.”

At some point, they’ve gotten closer, and now Quinn stands right in front of Tina, their faces almost touching. She barely has to move to press her lips to Tina’s. Tina inhales sharply, but then relaxes and her hands flutter up to lightly cup Quinn’s face as Quinn pulls her closer.

They pull away and Tina laughs slightly, breathlessly.

“Does this mean you still hate me?” Tina asks, her dark eyes sparkling, pupils dilated. Their breaths mingle in the lack of space between them.

“Of course,” Quinn murmurs. “Do you?”

“Why would I like you?” Tina tries to say, grinning, but she’s cut off by Quinn’s next kiss. 

And another, and another.

[when-they-write-stuff]

Okay idk if ur taking prompts or if this is too vague but I really love the idea of Derek making up reasons to be close to Stiles/ touch him (kinda like how he made excuses in your shirt fic) bc he doesn’t know how to do relationships/ask for stuff/ is embarrassed. And stiles either being completely oblivious until he suddenly realizes at the end OR knowing the whole time but not saying anything bc he likes it. So if you would like, I’d love it if you wrote something like that :)

Stiles noticed the changes gradually.

The changes in Derek Hale, that is. Resident grumpy Alpha werewolf, Derek Hale, who had been throwing Stiles into walls a lot less and started acting quietly careful around him a lot more. 

He noticed the changes gradually and the thing was, he didn’t know what to do about them. Because since when did Derek not want to rip Stiles’s throat out with his teeth? Since when was he not a giant grump whenever Stiles made a single comment?

Sure, they’d known each other for a while now. Stiles would like to say that he was a lot less scared of Derek and a lot more… well, he didn’t like to dwell on that. But Stiles would even go as far as calling them friends. Or very good acquaintances. Or something like that. The point is, Derek no longer avidly hated him. He was less growly. And he only glared sometimes when Stiles was around.

Then things changed.

Because suddenly, Derek was there. Just… there. At Stiles’s side. Swinging through his window every other night. Looking like a serial killer every time Scott sat too close during pack movie nights.

It was strange.

Stiles had started cataloging his changes because he was pretty sure something was wrong. Maybe Derek had been replaced by a duplicate, maybe there was something in the water, or maybe he was secretly dying. And in the process of secretly dying, Derek realized not being nice to Stiles was his life’s biggest regret. So he was trying to do things better.

Stiles kind of doubted that last one. But hey, a boy could dream, right?

At this point, Derek wasn’t always literally ‘there’ but he was being expressive too. If expression could be conveyed by standing too close, occasionally touching the back of Stiles’s neck, and sitting pressed up against him in the loft, that is. Stiles thought for Derek Hale, that was pretty expressive.

He tried talking to Scott about it. But Scott was never very good talking about anything non-Allison related. Erica just laughed at him. Isaac rolled his eyes.

Boyd didn’t even stick around long enough for Stiles to talk.

But the point is, Stiles was pretty sure something was very wrong. And he was determined to do something about it.

It started when Derek swung through his window that night.

Stiles turned slowly around and leveled the werewolf with his very best death stare. Derek froze with one foot in his bedroom and one foot still on the roof, and actually looked nervous. Derek Hale never looked nervous. 

Something was so truly and unbelievably wrong.

“Stiles,” Derek said slowly, pulling himself the rest of the way inside. Stiles crossed his arms and tilted an eyebrow, and Derek blinked at him. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know, Derek, is something wrong?”

The other man stared at him. Then he huffed and moved over to Stiles’s bed, dropping down on the edge. “No. Have you started the research yet?”

“I don’t know, Derek, have I started the research yet?”

“What’s wrong with you.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and shoved himself up. Clearly, this line of questioning wasn’t getting them anywhere. 

Derek tracked his every move, looking a little wary, and Stiles paced the length of his room before turning around and pacing it again. He finally stopped in front of Derek and narrowed his eyes, studying the man. 

Derek didn’t look any different, but it could be underneath the skin. Cautiously, Stiles reached out and poked at his face. Derek snarled and smacked his hand away.

“Stiles, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me, Sourwolf, something’s wrong with you!”

Derek gave him a flat look and Stiles resisted the urge to poke at his face again. After a long moment of having the most murder-y staring contest in his life, Stiles tore his gaze away with a groan and Derek pushed himself up, shaking his head. “Just… have something to bring to the loft tomorrow.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever, Derek. If that’s even your real name.”

Derek gave him one more flat, confused look before pulling himself out the window. Stiles rushed after him, before the man could vanish into the night. Like a vampire. Or Batman. Or whatever the hell he was.

Because it wasn’t Derek Hale.

“I hope you know I’m onto you!” Stiles shouted after him. Derek didn’t even bother looking back, moving across the lawn and literally melting into the shadows.

Stiles slammed his window down too hard and lined it with mountain ash.

- 

The next day, he arrived at the loft early. The only werewolves around were Derek and Peter, and Stiles shot Peter an unimpressed look the moment he stepped over the threshold.

But then he paused. Peter crooked up an eyebrow from the couch and over in the kitchen, Derek watched him warily. Stiles was pretty sure he was getting suspicious. Or nervous. Or something.

Good.

“Stiles. You’re early.”

“Am I?”

“Did you get anything done last night?”

Stiles studied the man. In truth, he had not. Nothing for the monster of the week, that is. But he had done quite a bit of research on doppelgangers, alien abduction, and brainwashing. Among other things. “I got more done than you’ll ever suspect.”

Derek looked confused. From the couch, Peter tilted his head and looked intrigued. 

Stiles glared at Derek for a few more minutes before crossing the room and grabbing Peter’s arm, dragging him back toward the door. The werewolf made a noise of surprise and Derek was looking concerned now, but Stiles pointed one threatening finger at him and he froze. 

“Stay, Sourwolf.”

“Stiles, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Stay.”

Derek’s expression turned murderous, but he didn’t move. Stiles dragged Peter out of the loft and then down the hall. 

“Tell me when he can’t hear us anymore.”

“What?”

“Tell me when the thing inside the loft can’t hear us anymore,” Stiles said, shaking Peter’s arm. The man gave him an incredulous look and Stiles sighed, finally coming to a stop where he hoped Derek’s hearing didn’t reach. Finally, he let go, and Peter was looking at him like he’d just grown horns.

“The thing in the loft?”

Stiles crossed his arms. “Yes. I don’t trust it.”

“It.”

“Yes, it. Dude, are you even listening?”

“Derek.”

“That is not Derek.”

Peter’s eyes sparked and he titled his head, studying Stiles up and down. Then he sighed. “What has my ridiculous nephew done this time?”

“Oh my god, you’re not listening. That is not Derek,” Stiles said, jerking his chin toward the loft door. “He’s been replaced. Or possessed. Or duplicated. Or something, but that is not Derek.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Because,” Stiles hissed. “He’s less grumpy, he’s less growly, and he’s less intense. He’s nice to me, Creeperwolf, nice to me. A few days ago, he let me borrow a shirt when I spilled juice on mine and spent the rest of the afternoon smiling.”

Peter stared at him. Stiles swallowed hard.

“I think he’s been abducted by aliens and this is an imposter.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! There’s something wrong with him!”

Peter had an expression on his face like he’d like to throw himself off the nearest cliff. He closed his eyes and sighed, before looking at Stiles again with an expression of thinly veiled distaste. “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t… you don’t understand?” Stiles said, staring at him. “How the hell am I supposed to better explain this, Peter? You’ve lived with him! Don’t tell me he hasn’t been acting different. Like, light, smiley-er, and calmer different.”

“Yes,” Peter drawled. “I do live with him. And I have noticed.”

“So what the hell don’t you understand?”

“I don’t understand,” Peter said deliberately. “How you’re such an idiot. Or how my nephew has fallen in love with such an idiot.”

Stiles blinked at him. His jaw snapped shut.

“Why does an Alpha werewolf growl when people get too close to his things, Stiles?” Peter said. “Why does he bask in self-satisfaction when the object of his desire goes around wearing his clothes, or carries his scent from movie nights being pressed up too together? You’re a bright boy, Stiles. Can you put two and two together?”

Stiles’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Peter rolled his eyes.

“The pack meeting is canceled and I’m leaving. The next time you decided alien abduction is the answer, try ruling out the more obvious things first.”

Stiles blinked after him. Then he turned around and stared at the loft door before slowly moving toward it. Derek was still in the kitchen when Stiles poked his head inside and he arched a brow from the kitchen.

“Where’s Peter?”

Stiles just stared at him. Derek slowly set down his mug.

“Stiles, what did you do to Peter?”

“What? Nothing. He left.”

Derek looked suspicious and Stiles grinned nervously, pushing into the loft. He was pretty sure Peter was wrong and Derek was not in love with him. Alien abduction was the truth.

But at the same time, Stiles suddenly… wasn’t so sure.

“So,” Stiles said, fiddling with his hands. “There’s something I’m going to say and if it’s completely wrong then feel free to growl or rip my head off or maybe never talk to me again. That’s totally acceptable.”

Both of Derek’s brows were raised now. Stiles took a deep breath and nearly choked on his own spit, the words coming out so fast.

“Are you in love with me?”

Derek went still, his eyes flickering. Before he could lose his nerve and maybe melt into a puddle, Stiles plowed on.

“I mean, you’ve been all nice and soft and fluffy lately. I mean, you haven’t pushed me into any walls in a couple weeks and you sometimes loan me clothes, and get this weird expression on your face when I’m anywhere close to you and—”

“Stiles,” Derek said, cutting him off. Stiles closed his mouth with a miserable expression, sure he was about to get either punched or brutally told off. But instead, Derek looked a little nervous too. “Stiles, it’s the… alien abduction.”

And Stiles’s heart stopped.

Later on, when the story was retold, Stiles would deny to his last breath that he grabbed the nearest thing he could find (a table lamp) and nearly brained Derek with it. He’d also never admit that he was pretty sure Derek nearly attacked him at that.

But in his defense, Stiles had no idea Derek had a sense of humor up until that moment. And also? He hadn’t dragged Peter far away enough and the asshole of an Alpha listened in on personal conversations. 

But Stiles didn’t brain Derek. And he’d never give Peter any of the credit to things that might have occurred in the loft after that.

Because see, Stiles noticed the changes gradually.

But there was nothing gradual about his (or Derek’s) reaction when figuring them out. 

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This prompt was adorable, nonnie, thank you for sending it! And I hope I didn’t disappoint <3

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[seijorhi]

asks :)

i love you guys, just putting that out there 💕

We stan a supportive dad who hates the miya twins 💅 @lovelyvillainess idk it won’t let me tag you :(

I figured at least one of them should have an ounce of common sense lmao

Holy shit! The Miya twins meet the parents was soooooo good. I've just finished reading it and come here to gush and now I will go re-read it because wow. The tension. The feeling of dread that sinks in when you realize what reader might be in for tomorrow or the next day. But the dad is my hero!! It makes me wonder what Kita and the crew would say because they certainly saw the Miyas bullying their soulmate. We are not worthy of your genius

🥺 dfghgfhkl thank you!! But also yeah, it’s a temporary victory at best and you’re definitely gonna pay for it the next day 👀

🥺🥺🥺 go dad for having our back i feel like its rare for parents to actively support u in yan!fics so like...heart is warmed

so who wants to see daddy dearest go ham on the Miya twins and beat their asses??? 

omg ive never sent a message before but the meet the parents with the twins when her dad protected her i 🥺🥺❤️❤️

He is the only valid parent just sayin (still won’t make a difference in the long run, but at least he tried?)

I'm reading your newest drabble and came across the line, "it’s the pity he’ll give you. He thinks he ruined your life when he left (he didn’t)" I love this reader's energy lmao

Definitely not me projecting one particular ex of mine onto this fic, nope, not at all. But seriously those ex’s are the fucking worst 😒

Hi! Just popped in to say i love ur meet the parents drabble. One of my fave things about ur writing in general is how well you write dynamics between characters and that recent drabble was some good food brah. Thanks!! ❤️

ahh thank you so much, bby! 

Just passing by to say you are an absolute queen and that I love you and your writing very very much !! 💞💗❤️💖💓💘

Hi anon, i’d die for you i just wanted you to know that! 💕

Reread NFWMB again. Idk if you have watched or if your familiar with Bungoy Stray Dogs, Rhi but reading it again made me think of OdaSaku 😅 Idk, it's probably the opening line about kids. So I kind of had this screnaio in my head where Iwa's higher ups and contractors are surprised that he finally agreed to kids but what they don't know is that instead of killing them, he is taking them to the reader.

I have not watched BSD but I’ve heard about it?? it is on my ‘might fuck around one day and actually watch’ list, if i can ever stop re-watching my other faves. I did write Iwa as much more of a morally ambiguous character - he’s not gonna push an old lady in the street but he also probably wouldn’t stop somebody if he saw they were getting mugged kinda guy - obviously with the reader being the exception to that. But I do like the idea of Iwa just bringing home some kid he was supposed to kill and being like ‘this is now our child, we’re a family and i will straight up murder anyone who tries to take either of you from me’

but then i also like the idea of him seeing her be good with kids and just suddenly *breeding kink* ya know?

Okay unironicly??? Nice guy yandere Bokuto is my kink and that last piece hit the nail right on the head. Everyone is cooing that you guys are adorable together, so why does it feel so awful every time he puts his hands on you~ you cant find it in yourself to say no, but you want to get away from him as soon as possible~

Yandere Bokuto makes my heart horny and it is a straight up tragedy that I don’t have more written for him (soon, bby, dw) because he’s all soft and cuddly and needy and incessant, but the moment you start pulling too far away - oop. Now you get to play with an upset Bo 👀

For all the hard work you do, someone should write for you. Depending if you're into the really disturbed, angst, smutty kind where there are no such things as regrets. That's me. I write that stuff all the time. Keep up the great writing beautiful. What's next on your upcoming lists of fanfiction you're going to post? 💋💞😍🤗👀 Love ya! @doloresdaizhamorgan

Ahh thank you, bby! You always send the sweetest asks (and btw I hoped you liked vamp Touya!!) Next up is slasher Bokuto, Akaashi & Kuroo which I am v excited about 🔪

Hi! I was wondering how you think the yandere soulmate pairings would react to the reader favouring one over the other? Would they get jealous of the other—leading to the reader's possible escape route? Also just wanted to say I love your writing so so so much—it genuinely gives me chills in all the best ways :)

I think it would be difficult for the reader to prefer one to the other as they’re all bad in different ways. However as it’s kind of implied that both Oikawa & Iwa and Ushijima and Tendou are also each others soulmates as well, I think they’d find a way to manage it without too much drama between each of them - probably exposure therapy. Say you start to cling a little more to Ushi because Tendou’s being sadistic mean, he’ll leave the two of you to spend some ‘quality time’ together - surely you’ll be feeling better by the time he gets back (you aren’t). Or if you start showing more favouritism to Iwa because he doesn’t go as hard with his punishments, the two of them will agree that next time it’s all up to Iwa, and he’s gonna make it hurt while Oikawa will be there to take care of you afterwards.

It’s all about balance.

If its with the twins, good fucking luck. They’re already bickering over the small stuff - they’ll just take it as an excuse to lord it over the other one - which ill inevitably prompt the ‘loser’ to remind you of exactly why you should really reconsider, especially with how good he’s gonna make ya feel. Basically - it’s a tug of war with you caught in the middle. Have fun tho!

[awfullyaster]

andrew and neil are switches, don’t you forget it

ok hi here for my (probably) daily aftg rant,,,,so i’m seeing that the majority of the fandom (as far as i’ve seen anyway)--or fics/fanart consisting of andreil doing the do--view neil as a power bottom ?

am i incorrect? are my resources false? idk bout u but so far i’ve only seen like one fic where neil is the top/penetrator (!mao is that even a real word idk but it sounds weird haha cute ok anyway)

and honestly, i have to disagree. i do. i’m not trying to push andrew’s boundaries by saying that neil could top, i’m just saying that y’all don’t give neil enough credit.

liek,,,,,bro,,,,,do you not see the amount of top energy neil mf josten radiates ???? like, yes, we know andrew takes the lead but it doesn’t necessarily mean he’d top forever ?????

( just a proposition, ofc but this is just my opinion based on observations--yet again ) 

( and tbh i had difficulty trying to figure who was the top and who was the bottom between them when i encountered the first hint of intimate growth in their relationship--to the point where i had to ask my best friend who hadn’t a clue what aftg was prior to (that’s when the aftg rants officially started/ignited) and it took some time/proper discussion/consideration but he first came up with the conclusion that andrew was a sub top and that neil was a power bottom )

as for yours truly, i came to the conclusion that they are both switches (some time after i finished reading).

i mean,,,,,,can you really just look at neil josten--wholly, like his entire personality, attitude (problem !), traits, &c and decide on the spot that he’s a bottom ??? how ??? how the hell do you come up with that ?????

and hear me out, i have evidence/reasons:

one) The Great Riko Roast™️. need i say more? 

(if elaboration is necessary:

keep in mind that neil (this literal fucking nobody) burned riko (supposedly the king of exy or whatever the fuck, who cares) to ground on the spot (no script, just his attitude problem (mwah i love him) and pure spite)

again, he burned him to the ground on live television, publicly humiliating riko with each and every word

idk bout u but i am so damn sure andrew found out right then n there that this bitch radiates top energy for fucking sure (or, in his words, isn’t spineless)

neil committing arson via verbal attacks is just---splendid. absolutely mesmerizing. flawless. truly inspiring. gamechanging. glorious. 

he’s so rude i love him

anyway )

two) neil can shut up andrew up without having to touch or kiss him. he can leave him speechless. with just his words. 

(yes, we know anybody & everybody knows better than to touch andrew but like i mean he wouldn’t have to fight him or whatever) (and he doesn’t have to kiss him to shut him up--though he definitely can--he doesn’t have to because that’s just how fucking powerful he is)

y’all,,,,,are you ready for one of the most amazing lines i believe we all know and love,,,,,

““You have a problem wherein you only invest your time and energy into worthless pursuits."

“This,” Neil flicked his finger to indicate the two of them, “isn’t worthless.”

“There is no ‘this’. This is nothing.”

“And I am nothing,” Neil prompted. When Andrew gestured confirmation, Neil said, “And as you’ve always said, you want nothing.”

Andrew stared stone-faced back at him.

[...andrew had his hand frozen mid-air...(i forgot the rest)]”

if this does not prove dominance to you, i don’t know what to tell you. (HE WAS MERELY SPEAKING AND ANDREW COULD NOT COME UP WITH ANYTHING-- A N Y T H I N G --TO SAY BACK BC IT’S A PERSONAL ATTACK AND HE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING AND THAT’S WHY HE SEES NEIL AS INTERESTING/WHY HE ‘HATES’ HIM SO MUCH BRO I)

hOweVeR

i know that dom bottoms exist (i think so, anyway) or bottoms that radiate top energy/the position (i.e. bottom,top) energy you radiate can be entirely different from what position you really are/are comfy with and that these are just words but that brings me to my following point,

three) (#1 insitgator, he, oh yes, neil josten, yes indeed) his unexpected (and to be frank, quite thrilling) acts of asserting dominance ?????? um ????

(when they were kith kithing next to the kitchen (next to kitchen) in neil’s dorm room) “[neil felt his phone buzz in his back pocket and against the wall it was obnoxiously loud. he already knew it was his daily countdown, but he already knew how much little time he had left. he didn’t need to reminded, especially now...andrew took it out of his back pocket and offered it to neil, pulling away from his mouth. neil took the phone from andrew’s hand and threw it across the living room, not taking his eyes off andrew. andrew watched as the phone bounced off the couch and onto the carpet. neil kissed his neck in attempt to distract him and was rewarded by a startled jolt which was enough reason to do it again. and even though andrew pushed his face away, they were close enough for neil to not miss how andrew shivered.]” 

b r o ,,,,,,,,,,,, bro,,,,,,it just--

(when they were alone in the bus otw to that one away game--belmonte, i think?) “[“i wonder when coach found out about this,” neil prompted. 

“there is no ‘this’.”

“i wonder when coach found out you only want to kill me ninety-three percent of the time.”

neil retraced his steps and had a moment of realization. before andrew left for easthaven, neil had told andrew to trust him and not ‘neil’. 

“it was before you left,” neil started... 

“coach doesn’t believe what other people want him to believe, he believes what he sees,” andrew replied...

“are you going to tell them?” neil was referring to the rest of the team, and this was up to him, whether they’ll be out or not. 

“i won’t have to. renee says the upperclassmen are betting on your sexuality.”

neil knew that matt mentioned that there were bets on about him, but he didn’t know it was about this.

“it’s a waste of time and money. they’ll all lose. i’ve said all year that i don’t swing and i meant it. kissing you doesn’t make me look any of them differently. the only one i’m interested in is you.”

“don’t say stupid things.”

“make me.” and with that, neil grabbed a fistful of andrew’s hair and pulled him in.]” 

dude,,,,,,,,,he can take control,,,,,he can,,,,he can lead, too, but he follows andrew’s because he’s a good boy and he knows how important it is. he improvises and uses what he has and takes control from there. dude. dude. 

three) honestly? i think andrew likes it. neil’s unexpected acts of confidence,,,kinda leaves him on the edge of his seat yk,, like doesn’t it increase his percentage? it does, right? cuz ik it did when andrew guided neil to touch his chest and neil emulated andrew’s words, “i won’t be like them. i won’t let you let me be.” (i love them bye) but liek,,,,yeah idk andrew liking neil’s neck kisses/fetish kinda tells me he likes it so maybe this isn’t concrete evidence particularly but i’m still including it because andrew’s a switch, idc what anyone says, 

four) i lost my train of thought but i ran out of reasons--on the spot, anyway--so i might come back to this if i do but just to make it clear:

andrew minyard is a switch. (it just takes time, like a lot, but it doesn’t mean it’s necessarily impossible/never gonna happen.)

neil josten is a switch. (he respects andrew’s boundaries and doesn’t push him, he’s fine being guided, but it doesn’t mean he can’t take the initiative himself (and i forgot to mention it but re: when he asked andrew if he doesn’t like to be touched in general or if it’s a trust thing + many more times, before & after their first kiss, i believe, my brain is just empty rn) and i just think that deserves more recognition)

so !! 

(this post is a mess, (i always am but today’s just worse) i know, and i’m sorry)

in conclusion,

let neil top andrew !! they deserve it !! 

(not that vice versa is bad, but this isn’t either, yk, just saying. also, i hope this isn’t too late to say in the post, but i do not, i repeat, i do not, intend to pressure any content creator--fic writers, fan artists, editors, &c--to create content this particular way only,,,,okay,,,gotta make that unequivocally clear. and i’m not saying andrew topping neil is bad or overrated, because i know that when it comes to them, sex in general would take some time, especially neil topping andrew, but i think they deserve that freedom, yk. again,,,,this is just my personal opinion. no insisting statements here, just wish for freedom to speak my mind, that is all. also feel free to interact if you agree/disagree or both !! i’m willing to hear anyone’s comments or thoughts or whatever !! i hope i’m talking to a brick wall here ahah) 

bro brain poop rn

anyway

tl/dr: bro let neil top (not necessarily on top, but that works, too--either/or--or both, if y’all dare ;DD (kill me) (but like srsly) (let neil top) (plz) :))

(also somewhat off topic but might anyone have access to some fics in which consist of neil first getting andrew off ??? i randomly remember it from ms. sakavic’s extra content page and i would like to see what the fandom offers, if y’all don’t mind)

im so mean and insistent on my aftg-related opinions now that i think about it

whoops

[cancellablex]

idk something with bottom noel? there seems to be a lack of that in the fandom.

NEEDED! This is short but I do have plans for more bottom Noel in the future! :) Thank you for your prompt!  cw. g’cest!  Explicit! PWP-y. Mentions of Male OC/Noel.

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find it on ao3 | prompt me!  

Grant (NC-17 rated)  

When he was young, this was easy.

See, with enough booze and enough men in a room you're bound to find a handful who "wouldn't normally!" but rock'n'roll or coke or whatever fuels them and has them do it. Nobody talked about it because there was nothing to talk about. The fact that most of the sex between straight dudes was limited to handjobs, or the occasional blowjob, didn't really register when they were balls deep in the one and only Noel Gallagher. It was just a bit of fun. You could joke about it - even his own brother joked about them fucking.

Now, when he quit cocaine it got a bit trickier. When he got married, and older, and when Liam started being difficult - well, he even had to stop allowing Liam to fuck him, lest he got ideas.

It just feels good. It says nothing about who he is as a person or what he needs, or anything like that. He's not... like that. Men are just part of the many things in life he's still allowed to enjoy. After all, he only promised Sara never to cheat on her with other women, and, while she did ask him to stay away from his brother, Noel likes to think the request was not made because Sara knew those issues were related.

The hookups were always so messy and fun. Sometimes they hurt him, most times they didn't. They'd often grab him and push him and suffocate him as they fucked into him, and he loved it. He knew who he was and that whoever was fucking him felt lucky. He was the one in power, and they never forgot that.

Liam did, though. He was never a well-coordinated man, at the best of times, and when he was horny he could accidentally poke his own eye out while thrusting. But he never, not once, hurt Noel. He would carefully open him up, take his time licking him out until he was relaxed and pliant and far too close to orgasm. Then he'd push into him slowly, find the right angle within a couple of thrusts, make sure he was lubed up and comfortable, and he'd fuck him so well he almost cried more than once.

He fucking hated that.

If it was up to him, he would be the one getting fucked every time, but Liam, obviously, had to make it weird and so Noel didn't even have the luxury of enjoying himself. For the last 5 years of their relationship he didn't let Liam fuck him.

He was never as careful with Liam as Liam used to be with him. He wishes he had been, now and then.

He wishes he had let Liam treat him with the love he refused himself and others. But there's nothing he can do, now.

Still, that doesn't change things, and he still needs it. Now, the pickings are beyond slim, and Noel has about two available clean-living, middle-aged, average-looking, boring-as-fuck, viagra-popping, closeted Tories to pick from if he wants to get properly done up the arse.

The old crowds are just not Liam-safe, and he isn't about to hire some rentboy who'll later go to the press.

So he takes what he can and, at least, they're clumsy and selfish enough to hurt him. Because he might be a legendary genius artist, but he was not born where they were so they still don't really see him as one of them. And he kinda likes that. Their big careless hands groping him and bruising him where he's too thin. No consideration for the sore healed bones throughout his body. No proper preparation. Occasionally, feeling like they're scrubbing him raw.

He takes what he can when he can, and pretends nothing happened at the next brunch. Sara's hand in his hand, their wives' in theirs.

He downs a mimosa and says he'll go golfing with this or that dickhead. Sara says she's glad he's making friends. That burns his insides more than the rough fingers of a banker ever could.

He tells himself it's just that he's bored, that he's horny. He tells himself it feels good.

Still, he hopes, maybe if he does this enough, just maybe, they can scoop the last of Liam's tenderness out of him.

[sickficsforthesoul]

here's a prompt ?(or whateverits called): not a request ! also  ، ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ?·＊·  anon or 🧛🏻‍♀️ anon(emoji form) .  : the sickie hates today so much. they had to go to school bc it was a important practice match they had to be in. but they got a stomach bug yay! good 4 them !! they woke up feeling like shit , they knew they were sick. they wanted to stay in bed . praying to any god that they weren't gonna be sick. they fell asleep again saying just to rest for a few more minutes (well it ended up being 30 minutes ) now they only had 30 minutes to get to school, they knew they actually had to wake up. running out of bed to get there clothes and change as fast as they could (they dont shower in the morning and they were to lazy to brush their teeth) rushing out of bed that fast made them all dizzy . great . now they're stomach hurts. yep they were gonna vomit. they knew they couldn't make it to the bathroom . so they found a place that could store it , they rushed finding something in their room . they searched their desk. feeling the vomit rising up. shutting their mouth bc they dont want their desk getting vomit on it. it was so strong it went in their nose. they couldnt hold it in anymore. throwing up in their desk  wetting all the papers. homeworks . they were gonna get in trouble at school. they had no hw anymore . well they were gonna be late to practice if they cleaned it up.so they ignored it. gagging at the smell of it. they finally finished their daily routine . they skipped breakfast (just like most of the times). they grabbed a mask and went to school . playing games on their phone to distract themselves.  sadly that didnt work . they got all dizzy , they put their phone. feeling too dizzy they nearly tripped . they countied waking to school. remembering they only had 5 minutes left they had to continue walking faster. they started running. while running they were thinking abt how they got sick. :: I prob  got sick from some1 in my class. yeah. they threw up in the classroom and they sat near me. they were probably coughing alot.. ew.. :: they arrived at school. going into the volleyball ball gym changing room. no1 was there . they were probably practicing.  suddenly they felt their stomach growl. it hurts so much. why today they ask. they wrapped their arms around them and it hurts so bad. when it kinda stop they had the courage to change into their volleyball club uniform and go to the gym. while walking there they started coughing.having a coughing fit made every1 look at them . they hated that . they really dont like  being the center of attention.  some1 from their team asked "hey you ok?" they just said yeah. the coach said to run 4 laps around the gym. uh how much they hated running. they only did 1 and a half.(END PT 1) they couldn't handle 4 laps. while some1 was running they saw them hiding (so no1 can see them slacking off) they asked "um?? what's wrong ? ud probably get in trouble if coach finds out.  I'm already on my 3rd lap . ig in  3 mins its over. r u just gonna stay here? and also if u act like this it the match . you'll get in big trouble. they just said "ok". when the coach said ok! they went back in the gym and prepared the net. they started a sneezing fit which caught som1 to give them tissue. they eventually stopped . they're nose is so stuffy they can barely breathe.  they really want 1 more tissue but they don't have any , they ended up using their arm as a tissue. well atleast only 1 person saw. every1 was practicing.  it was gonna end it 10 mins . they're shocked how they went so far. when they setted the ball they suddenly felt they're stomach grumble. they cant just suddenly go to the bathroom.  they had to wait. uh they started feeling nauseous and they silently stared gagging.  then came the wet coughs , they could feel the vomit loudly.  end . pt1

(contin.) they had to fake spike? idk . they didnt have the power to do so. obviously they looked like they were faking it. they're team lost, they honestly didnt care . then some1 hit then on their back saying to,work hard. some vomit came up . they swallowed it . they thought it tasted so bad. they started coughing really loudly.  every1 was looking (they had to rush to the bathroom but since every1 was looking they didn't want to make a scene so they didnt ) they waited till every1 wrnt to they changing room /club room.  finally every1 besides 1 person who was a benched player went to the toilet . oh no. they cant wait that there was vomit coming up they wanted to wait for at least 2 mins , but they couldn't only 36 seconds.  they started to vomit .  in their hands . dripping on the gyms floor. they couldn't make it into a stall so they threw up in the bathroom floor. threw up already half of what they had. they heard the doors unlocking from the bathroom (it was the benched player) they rushed into a stall so he couldn't see them  . they walked out and saw vomit.  they didnt care , they walked out like nothing happened. they were still vomiting , they didn't have enough strength to propt themselves up to puke inside the toilet,  they just ended  up throwing up on the floor . they thought they were done after dry heaving for 2 minutes.  getting up to go to the changing room to change into their uniform.  they didnt tie their tie properly but they dont care. going into their classroom late. like 10 minutes late. they got scolded for wearing their tie wrong and being late.also not bringing hw. yay good for them this class they didnt do anything. so they just fell asleep /WITH THEIR MASK ON!// pt2done

while waiting they double bagged the plastic bags to prevent in from seeping thru. one the bus came. the sickie regretted going on already feeling dizzy once they sat down , they sat at the back where no1 sits (although that would make them more dizzer, but they didnt know that) after 5 minutes of the ride (there was some traffic. normally itd take 10 minutes. but since there is traffic they didnt how long they'd have to wait.) "[caretakers name]...while wet coughing.mm candy." they rushed to give the candy. it soothed their throat for 5 minutes until making them dizzy . lying down on the caretaker,while they play with their hair. they fell asleep. after 20 minutes (still in traffic) they woke up to the bus driving. they woke up and asked for water. they drank the water in small sips. they didnt vomit. the they drank it quickly before spitting it out. then coughing. they nearly threw up. swallowing it . asking while coughing for the 'bag'. they grabbed it and held on it and tried getting it out bc they were very nauseous. they couldn't. until the bus continued moving. they're grip to it was very weak. the bus suddenly moving made their stomach growl. and letting of their bag to hold on their stomach. the care taker asked "what's wrong ???? you let go... r u gonna ..." "no. stop.u will make me.stop.talking abt it"(they hated vomit so much thinking abt it makes them gag) the sickie was shaking. they messed up dropping the bag and it flew away. they caretaker getting their jacket just incase yk they vomit. after the bus stops again. a couple and a 2 ppl (4 alltogether)decided to sit in the back. their stomach hurts so much... they started crying. the bus started moving more . 2 more stops till their stop. they gagged. letting go of their hand on their face. "I'm gonna-" the caretaker getting the jacket and hugging the sickie to cover them . they threw up on the caretaker. the couple moved away in disgust whilst the 2 other ppl stayed. just on their phone. "ppl r looking...." "I want to leave.. " "''dont worry , no1 is looking'' the care taker grabbed their bag looking for a (idk the word but it's like a towel but not , you stick it on some1 face and it cools them down) they place it on the sickie. they sickie just dry heaving at this point. they said "sorry.." it's ok. - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? / 🧛🏻‍♀️ , which haikyuu character do you think this is? also very bad prompt :). again,not a request.

This sounds a lot like Kunimi to me, but I'm also getting Kita, Ennoshita, and Jin (Soekawa) from this. Maybe Yamaguchi too.

For Kunimi, his primary caretaker is the sweet but helpless Kindaichi. Kindaichi really means well, but he's terrible at taking care of sick people, so he just makes everything worse for Kunimi in the end. The rest of Seijoh ends up helping eventually, but it's just Kindaichi for a while, and he does not handle that well. Kunimi basically takes care of himself while Kindaichi stands in a corner muttering apologies. After this incident, Kindaichi resolves to be a better caretaker and starts doing research and taking first aid classes later on.

Kita's primary caretaker is Aran. He's much more competent than Kindaichi and takes good care of Kita for as long as the captain needs it. There isn't much to say after the incident because Aran handles everything so well.

Ennoshita is stuck with the other benched 2nd years (Kinoshita and Narita). They're okay caregivers but nothing special. Ennoshita is the most nurturing of their trio, and with him out of commission, Kinoshita and Narita do their best to help their friend. Ennoshita still has to do some things for himself, but Kinoshita and Narita can at least know the basics of taking care of someone, so Ennoshita still has it better than Kunimi.

Jin gets two caretakers too because why not. His caretakers are Reon and Semi. Both are very experienced with taking care of others and are the unofficial team parents, so Jin has it very good. He recovers pretty quickly thanks to the excellent care he receives from Semi and Reon.

Yamaguchi's primary caretaker is obviously Tsukishima. Daichi and Suga try to help too, but Yamaguchi gets panicked by anyone who isn't Tsuki, so Tsuki has to deal with basically everything. Tsuki also ends up calling Akiteru for help because he's just so out of his depth caring for another person. Akiteru, on the other hand, took care of Tsuki for years and is a wonderful caregiver. Yamaguchi recovers well with the comforting presence of his best friend and the lovely caretaking of Akiteru.

[wayward-nephilim]

Before it all Started (Pt. 2) // Rafe Cameron

Prompt: You and Rafe break up, you see him again after avoiding him for a while

Warnings: drug/alcohol use, a little bit of angst.

A/N: here is a part two that no one asked for but low key kind of inspired to write one just to ease my soul it’s kinda short and shitty but it’s cool. Low key wanna do a part three idk broski.

You had successfully avoided your ex boyfriend, Rafe for a whole month. Every so often you’d get the urge to text him and ask how he was doing, but managed to fight against it. He only reached out twice in that time, you ignored him both times and it hurt your heart more than anything to do that. You wanted to just call him and tell him you miss him, you did, you still loved him and you always would. He was your drug.

In avoiding him, you’ve avoided parties, because he has a habit of showing up to all of them. But Kie and Sarah had managed to convince you to go to the Bineyard for a party they were throwing. Your look was simple, shorts with a drug rug. And your makeup was minimal, not feeling up to getting dolled up.

“Cmon, Y/N.” Kie spoke, “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something more sexy?”

“Not really.” You shrugged, “I’m not looking for a rebound. I’m only going to have a good time with my friends.”

She offered you a kind smile, “Well, thank you for doing this.”

“I’d do anything for you and it’s about time I actually leave the house and go to social gatherings. I do need to eventually get over it.” You frowned, bitter about the break up.

“But you don’t have to rush to do it, healing takes time.” She said, “But still, what did you see in him?”

“Kie..” you started, you knew she didn’t mean it in a hateful way, but Rafe was never particularly nice to your friends. “He was nice, and caring. Have you ever felt like someone was so perfect for you? That it hurts when your not with them and that even after being together for so long you still get butterflies in your stomach? The love never died.” He is meant for me you wanted to tell her.

“Y/N.” She frowned, you talked to Kie about your relationship but never really went into details about it.

“He put aside and changed his feelings about you guys for me.” You said, picking at your nails.

“Rafe.” You started pinching the bridge of your nose. The two of you were sitting in your room, dressed up for a party that was happening at the Boneyard. “They’re my friends.”

“Why? You’re a Kook. They’re not.” He defended himself.

“I want you to give them a chance. You don’t know them, and I love them and I love you and if you’re going to ask me to pick, I’m not going to. I want to be able to have you both. I’m not asking you to hang out with them all night but just give them a chance.” You frowned at him. His blue eyes looked at you with sincerity. His body relaxed. “Will you give them a chance, for me?”

“For you.” He sighed, “I’ll put my differences aside.”

“Thank you.” You smiled running over to hug him. “I love you. And thank you for doing this, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I would do anything to make sure you’re happy.” He smiled, pulling away and planting a kiss on your lips.

You smiled at the memory that slowly faded away into the distance. Kie got up and sat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her. “Hey. Let’s not focus on him tonight, okay? This night is for you to be free and have fun. We’re gonna get wasted.”

You smiled at her. Shaking the bad juju away. “Tonight is our night.” You grinned,

“Good, now come on. Or else we’re gonna be late.”

*

By the time you and Kie showed up, half the island was piled on the tiny beach. Music blasting and kids from all social classes having fun and partying together. You didn’t want to give Kie and sarah the satisfaction but this is exactly what you needed.

The two of you walked up to the group, your friends hugging you. “How have you been?” JJ asked,

“I’ve been good.” You offered him a smile,

“We’ve missed you.” John B playfully punched your arm,

“I missed you guys too. I’m sorry I haven’t been around too much recently. I’ve been working a lot.” Part of it was true, you did pick up more shifts of the golf course but also you needed a break from people. You hung out a few time since Rafe and you broken up but never explained the break up to anyone.

“It’s good to have you around.” Pope smiled, soon falling to conversation with Kie. You smiled at the couple and turned back to John B.

“Where’s Sarah?” You asked, scanning around not seeing the blonde.

“She’s gonna be a little late.” John B told you,

“Oh.” You wanted to ask why, maybe it was something with Rafe and got concerned.

JJ spoke up, “Want some alcohol, or weed?”

“Whats the strongest thing you got?” You asked, parties were for getting shit faced. That’s what you planned to do. In retrospect you knew it wasn’t the best coping mechanism but you’ve been off for the last month.

“Let’s go look.” He said grabbing your hand and pulled you to a cooler back by the bone fire. You scanned your options before settling on a Smirnoff ice. Chugging it down quicker than you’d like, you made a face and burped and reached for another one.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick.” JJ looked at you with a concerned look but didn’t stop you.

“Psh. It’s fine.” You shrugged, “I haven’t left the house in a month. Well, other than work, but I need a night to relax and just be free. Ya know?”

He grinned at you. “Oh, I definitely know.”

You took a sip from your Smirnoff and looked at JJ. Weighing your options, JJ was basically a walking sex machine. You could sleep with him at little to no cost. You watched as his muscles flexed, digging through the cooler. He was one of your closest friends, though. So sleeping with him could make things awkward. Finishing the bottle, you grabbed a beer from him.

“Slow down tiger.” He eyed you suspiciously. Sipping from his own beer.

“When have I been known to not know how to handle myself?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well there was that time at John B’s birthday party, and then again at mid-summers-“

You cut him off. “That’s enough. Those are very bad examples.”

“There’s still more.” He laughed,

“It’s only occasionally I don’t know how to handle myself.” For the most part you knew how to behave. “You said smoke though. You got a joint?”

He nodded and pulled it out of a small Altoids container that was in his pocket and lit it up. His lips wrapped perfectly around it. “To bad habits.” He passed it to you, exhaling his smoke.

“To bad habits.” You mumbled, taking it from him and hitting it. Your body was warming up and head was getting fuzzy. You smiled and just stood in content. Everything felt better from the cross fade.

“Wanna go dance?” He asked, holding his hand out for you.

You nodded and grabbed it and let him drag you to the crowd of dancing people. Both of you out of rhythm but neither of you seemed to care, you were too busy enjoying yourself. His hands were on your hips and you felt warm.

Rafe and you ended up at some Kook party that night. Both of you drinking before hand. But the alcohol at the party was much better than what you could manage to get your hands on. Normally you only went to parties with your friends but Rafe convinced you to go with him tonight and you didn’t regret it one bit.

His hands were on your hips and the two of you moved to the music. “You look so pretty tonight.” He’s lured in your ears

You giggled and looked at him, your arms around his rock. “You’re prettier.”

“Doubtful.” He smiled, continuing to dance with you. He spun you around and then dipped you. Causing you to laugh and grab his face. Giving his a big kiss. He pulled you up and deepened the kiss. Tangling his fingers in your hair.

You moaned into his mouth and pulled him out of the crowd and into a random bed room.

You swayed your hips on him, the beer you snatched from him still in your hand. Turning around you let your butt rub against his front. His hot breath on your neck and hands around your waist. “Y/N.” He groaned,

“JJ.” You spoke back, seductively. Eyes closed but head tilted up to him.

“I’m, um-“ he cleared his throat and you smiled, he was hard. You turned to face him again and opened your eyes.

“Seems like you’ve got a problem.” You giggled, getting up on your toes to whisper in his ear “I can help-“ you froze in your spot when you came to meet the pair of blue eyes you’d never forget. He looked upset as he watched you.

“Y/N?” JJ questioned. “What’s wrong?” He turned to see what you were staring at and he released you from his hold when he saw Rafe standing in the distance. You felt terror in your bones at the thought that he might storm over here and beat JJ up. But he never moved, he just looked at you disappointedly.

“JJ, I’m-“ You said, feeling guilty. The reality and sober feeling creeping into your body.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged it off, clearing his throat. “Are you gonna talk to him?”

“Should I?” You asked him, wanting serious advice you weren’t sure he would be able to give.

“How long has it been?”

“A month.” You looked back at JJ.

“Go talk to him. I won’t be far, if he tries anything.”

“Thank you, JJ. And I’m sorry for the um-“ you pointed to his crotch.

“It’s fine. I’ll find a tourist later.” He waved his hand at you and you walked away from him. Slowly making your way over to the blonde haired boy who never took his eyes off of you.

You tried to offer him a smile as best as you could. “Rafe.” Not sure what you were going to say to him or how to even say anything. Things couldn’t just resume back to the way they were before.

He looked different. He had put on some weight and his eyes weren’t glassy as they’d been the last time you saw him. He also looked miserable, that being a lingering side effect from the breakup. “So are you two like a thing?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Rafe. It’s only been a month.” You said, “And please let’s not start an argument here.”

“That didn’t answer my question, Y/N.” He said, rubbing his face in distress.

“No. We’re not.” You told him and watched him relax. “This is my first time out in a month. I needed a free night when I’m not thinking about everything.” The tension between you two was thick. It was awkward, trying to pretend like that night a month ago didn’t happen and trying to pretend that he didn’t see you just grinding on another boy.

“Can we talk somewhere private?” He asked. “Somewhere where your friends aren’t evesdropping.” You looked around and all of your friends were watching you from various locations.

“They’re just worried, because I’ve been drinking and I have a record of doing dumb things.” You tried to banter with him. And make him feel less uncomfortable. “But yes, we can.”

You walked with him back to his car and sat in the passenger seat, him sitting in the drivers seat. You gulped. “So uh- how have you been?” You tried not to let your voice crack but failed. Your body was stiff and facing forward because you weren’t sure you would be able to contain yourself from kissing him if you turned to see him.

“I’m three weeks clean today.” He said softly, looking down at his steering wheel.

You turned to look at him. And smiled, “That’s really good Rafe. I’m proud of you.” He sniffled. You could tell he was holding it in and you frowned. Your heart aching as you saw him break down in front of you. He was hunched over and body shaking.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You cooed.

“No one has ever been as kind to me as you. No one cares like you do.” He looked up to you with red puffy eyes and tears rolling down his face. “You left me, though. Do you know how that feels?”

Tears brimmed in your eyes at the vulnerable state of your ex. “Yes, Rafe.” It wasn’t easy for me. “I haven’t left my house in a month..” you admitted to him.

“Do you still love me?” He asked you,

You stared at him longingly. “Of course I do Rafe. You can’t really just throw what we had away.”

“Why did you leave me, then?”

“It’s something I knew needed to happen.” You shrugged, “I told you about my mom and her drug addiction and you know what that did to me and watching the only person I’ve ever loved doing the same thing wasn’t something I could bear to see. I didn’t want to, but it was all too familiar and I couldn’t go down that same hole. Maybe I’m selfish-“

“You’re not.” He reassured you, “I should have been better.”

“No.” You stopped him, “Don’t think like that. Yes, the drugs are a bad thing but it’s a hard thing to battle with. I’m upset that you didn’t take my help when I offered it. Everyone make mistakes, that’s not the issue. This issue is not learning from them. Learning from mistakes is a way of life, it’s how we live and progress. And the fact that you overcame this by yourself is a huge thing that needs to be recognized.”

He was silent. And the two of you stared at each other. Your hands still connected. “I’m sorry you had to see me and JJ.” You frowned, a guilty feeling growing in your stomach. “But thank you for not killing him.”

“Yeah.” He spoke, you knew he was upset about it. “Everyone moves on their own ways.”

“Rafe.” You started, “I’m not moving on. I don’t think I could ever, there’s no one that I’d rather be with than you. You’re the only one that I want.” His blue eyes held hope and he managed to smile at you.

“You mean that?” He sniffled again, the tears stopped flowing from his eyes.

You nodded. “Yes. I don’t want anyone else, JJ isn’t you and he’s one of my best friends, not my next possible love interest.”

He cleared his throat, “So I guess I should ask if we’re getting back together.”

You sat in silence for a while. Of course you wanted to get back with Rafe he was everything to you. But we’re you ready for it? “I want to, but let’s take it slow. We’ve been apart a while and need time for it to slowly fall into place.” You told him, reasing his hand from yours you brought it up to his face and lightly ran your thumb across his cheek. His lips pouted.

“Okay. We can work with that.” He spoke, “How do we take it slow?”

“I’m not quite sure yet.” You said, “We’ll just have to go with the flow.”

The eye contact never ceased to fail. “Well, can I kiss you?” He asked,

You nodded and leaned your face into his, uncomfortably leaning against the center consol to connect your lips to his. You melted instantly, butterflies in your stomach and a rush going to your head. It had felt the same as the last time you kissed him, like nothing was wrong. You moaned as he deepened the kiss and moved your body over the center consol and onto his lap to have better access. He held you close as you continued to make out with him, not wanting to leave from his hold.

He pulled away and looked at you. “I love you.” His voice was soft.

“I know.” You smiled. Planting another quick kiss on his lips. “Are you going to come back to the party?” You asked him

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m thinking about heading back to my place.”

“We can go back to my place.” You said to him, knowing his home life you didn’t want him going home and you definitely didn’t want him doing it alone.. “Let me just tell my friends I’m leaving.”

He nodded as you got off of his lap and got out of the car. You headed towards your friends who were all together. “Hey, nice of you to show up.” Sarah smiled and hugged you. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good. I actually talked to your brother.” You smiled at her and then looked to your friends who all looked a little concerned. “We’re going back to my place.”

“Oh.” Sarah frowned a little, “Okay. I’ll see you later then.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” Kie asked,

You nodded and smiled. “Yeah. We’re gonna be okay. I know you guys are worried and concerned and I haven’t told you much about anything recently but I need you guys to trust me and understand that I know what I’m doing.”

The all gave you a sympathetic look. “We love you.” Kie said, getting up and giving you a hug. “I know you’re making a good decision.” She whispered in your ear and you hugged her tighter.

“I’ll see you guys soon. And I’ll talk about it when I’m ready.” You waved to your friends and walked away. Hoping that things could be the safe with you are Rafe this time.