#i wanted to put in the prompt but i can't link nor put in the picture

[churipu]

rules !

( 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 )

I.) basic dni criteria , do not go into my ask to excessively hate on me or my writings ★ my blog is a sfw blog, so please refrain from requesting anything related to nsfw or 18+ topics.

II.) (feel free to block me and do not interact with me if you support isr@el) // you like reading and writing shit like incest, stepcest, p links post (especially with minor characters) — in other words, i'm telling you to go seek help. ty.

[ ✓ ] i write my requests based on who requested first, so if yours is taking long, just know that i'm not ignoring nor deleting your request (sometimes i accidentally put your requests on the queue list — and i don't know how to edit it, so your request will still be posted in the form of a screenshot! sorry) -> update: i finally know how :D !

[ ✓ ] if your request hasn't been posted for a long time, I apologize but it probably means that i'm not going to write it. but for specific reasons, either i didn't know the prompt you're referring to or i just didn't know how to write the prompt. i'm sorry :(

III.) my works are completely sfw, suggestive at most. they are appropriate for people 16+.

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I.) i absolutely hate blocking people, but i'm setting boundaries to my blog and i as a person, so please respect that.

blocked ! i will not hesitate to block the accounts who are as the following criteria:

[ ✓ ] if you make and post porn links, HARD BLOCK. idk why they're even a thing, no offense lol. i don't mind if you write / reblog nsfw works (as long as they don't contain illegal things) bcs that's up to you really, but porn links are different and they're a big ick.

[ ✓ ] blank blogs. blank blogs. blank blogs. at least put your age, please. convince me that you are not a bot.

[ ✓ ] if you're here to hate on my writing — especially when you decide to hide behind the anon feature to do so. i mean, if you have anything to say to me, the least you could do is to have the balls to say it directly to me without hiding behind the anon feature, thankies <33

[ ✓ ] incest/step-cest, that shit is weird as hell. don't even try lol, i'm not even asking anymore atp, i'm implying for you to go get help if you write + read those.

[ ✓ ] i hope you know the difference between constructive criticism and straight on hating. i appreciate constructive criticism of my writing and how i can grow my blog — but i do wish you won't straight up blow hate on me and hide behind "constructive criticism", because honestly, that's just embarrassing :(

[ ✓ ] plagiarism. plagiarism. plagiarism. pretty self-explanatory. just no.

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I.) my first language is not english, i apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos! do tell me if you see any mistakes so i can immediately correct it, thank you.

II.) my blog and i am pro palestine. i reblog support to palestine a lot, block me immediately if you support isr@el in any kind of form and way ! thank you very much.

III.) i do not want to write smut for this blog, so please do not send in requests that contain smut for any characters in any kind of way. i'm honestly fine with a little suggestiveness, but full on smut is just a big no to me as of now (bcs i can't write them lmao), sorry :((

IV.) i try to keep the reader in my fics gender neutral, but if they're not, the gender of the reader will be said at the top.

V.) i don't have an updating schedule, i try to update at least once after a day. i'm currently in my fourth semester of uni, and things are currently a little hectic — but i'm trying to fit in updating daily into my schedule, so please refrain from rushing me to update. thank you!

VI.) DO NOT spam like please. tumblr will probably think that my account is a bot and possibly put me in the shadow realm :/ likes + reblogs are very appreciated, thank you :(

VII.) hate anons / cowards who hide behind the anon feature will be deleted (or posted) none in between lmao

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[ ✓ ] keep in mind that if i hard block any of you to cut the mutual line, do not try to reach me out from another account because you'll be blocked in that account as well.

[ ✓ ] i don't block people without a reason — if i block you, there must have been a reason to WHY i did that. that's your part to find out why though, because i don't want anything else to do with you.

[ ✓ ] please do not associate me with people i used to follow / supported before or were mutuals before, i associate with people i follow NOW. thank you :)

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I.) if you have a problem with me, i appreciate if you reach out to me through my dms :)

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I.) i hope you enjoy my writings, do tell me and educate me nicely if i do anything wrong! thank you.

[ ✓ ] i do appreciate it if you tell me about problematic blogs whose works i have reblogged or am currently associated with too, i don't really keep up with a lot of things and tend to follow up really late and i would usually find out WHEN things appear in my dashboard. if my ask box is closed, please reach out to me through my dms ! thanks !

© CHURIPU 2024 . hope you follow my rules before interacting !

finished reading? you can now proceed to my masterlist !

[silverhallow]

I can't, Breathe, Without you

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: A couple of hours with Uncle Phillip and Aunt Eloise in the park go drastically wrong and little Charlie ends up in the hospital

warnings: Whump. mentions of poison and allergic reactions in a child, very poorly child, links to the book. angst.

word count: 735 words

author's note: part of the Bridgerton Enterprise au. this has a sort of happy ending. part of Ash's Drabbles, prompt 17 "let us not go there"

There was nothing more heartbreaking than watching your child struggling to breathe. A breathing tube had been fitted and it was helping but there was not much else that the doctors could do.

Sophie had come running through the doors of the hospital, frantic at having gotten the call from a frantic Phillip.

He and Eloise had taken the three boys to the park for the afternoon whilst Sophie went to a meeting and Benedict was in his studio. Since finding out Sophie was pregnant with their fourth child, she’d been sicker than she had been with Charlie, Alex and William but with their baby girl…

She’d been weak, sick and struggling but she had found some strength, this was a big meeting and she knew she had to go. This was getting the Bridgerton x Penwood brand into America, onto more than just the fashion week, this was a chance to dress the stars at the Met Gala and she wasn’t going to miss that for the world.

So Eloise and Phillip had agreed to take the kids, with the twins, for a few hours whilst Sophie went to her meeting. 

Neither Sophie nor Benedict had expected the call.

Phillip was beating himself up, he’d taken his eyes off them for 5 seconds whilst Amanda was crying having fallen and grazed her knee only for Alex to scream as Charlie touched a plant that had an almost instant reaction.

Foxglove. Phillip went pale the instant he saw it, demanding from a terrified and crying Alex to know if Charlie had eaten it.

But he hadn’t put the plant near his lips, but he had inhaled the pollen as he’d leaned in to sniff it, wanting to pick the pretty flowers to give to their mummy and the moment he’d sniffed it, he gasped and wasn’t able to breathe.

The pollen had gotten into his lungs and filled with them liquid, an allergic reaction combined with the poison was what had caused Charlie to collapse.

The ambulance had managed to get him to the hospital and got him stable, draining the fluid from his lungs by the time Sophie and Benedict had come rushing in to the hospital frantic and worried.

And it was where they had remained for the last three days, Charlie was on a breathing machine, supporting his weak lungs, keeping him alive, keeping him breathing.

Sophie had refused to leave the hospital, Violet had taken Alex and William to allow her son and daughter in law to remain at the hospital. Though Benedict was worried about his wife, Sophie had hardly slept or ate since they’d arrived at the hospital.

“Soph you need to sleep, just an hour, something. You need to look after yourself and our little girl…” he said

“I can’t… I can’t Ben. whenever i close my eyes i wake up thinking… thinking Charlie… what if he… i can’t… I can’t do it”

“Sophie. Let’s not go there” Benedict said “Charlie is going to be fine, he’s been through worse before, when he was born and he’s made it to this point, he’s strong. He’s going to be okay, he’s going to pull through soon enough. It’s just taking time, lungs don’t just heal in a matter of hours, they’re going to take time but he is going to be okay”

“You can’t know that… you can’t promise that” Sophie said helplessly.

“I can, because you’re his mummy, you came through hell, you’ve recovered from a trauma, with your genes, there is no way he can’t…” Benedict said

“But you…”

“Do not go there Sophie, Charlie is going to be fine, but please… I need you to look after yourself, please babe, just have an hour, if anything happens i’ll wake you up i promise…” Benedict said to her, pleading with her.

Sophie looked up at him, saw the pain in his eyes and felt the exhaustion in her body, she knew she was struggling and Benedict was right, she needed to sleep “okay but i’m sleeping here, just… don’t leave me and wake me if anything happens” Sophie begged “and only an hour”

Sophie climbed into the camp bed that the hospital had put down for them, Benedict settled in the chair and before long he felt himself drifting off, unaware that little Charlie was stirring in the bed next to him, starting to eventually wake up.

[midgardian-witch]

I am multi-faceted and can't decide between fluff and smut today. Lol. So, NSFW Snuggle and/or SFW Clothing for 🐺 (duh)? If you do the clothing one, maybe Jack wearing his girl's shirt? It's always the girl wearing the guy's stuff. Let's branch out. Lol. Jack is smol. It would work. Hah.

Sideways related, because wolf, but I'm enjoying the 10th Kingdom gifs you've been posting too. 👍

Glad you enjoy the 10th Kingdom content! I put that in my queue when I rewatched it some time ago so this is just perfect timing for more woof content 😂

I am going with the sfw prompt because it immediately gave me an idea (took a bit longer though because I saw your ask really late last night and was already half asleep by that point 😅). You did say girl's shirt (and I agree more boyfriends should wear their girlfriend's clothes) but it turned more gn!reader other than the mention of reader owning dresses (fashion has no gender but ya know).

Hope you like it 💙

Tangled Up

Send me a prompt and a character and I'll write a reader drabble

tags: fluff | Scent Kink (hinted) | established relationship | mentions of reader owning dresses | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

(edit: I just now realized I totally forgot to put the tags in. I am so sorry 😭)

(edit 2: added AO3 link)

[CLOTHING] Person A finds Person B wearing their clothing.

You were exhausted. If everything had worked out like you had planned you'd have been in bed cuddling with your boyfriend hours ago. But of course things didn't go like you wanted them to. 

The door falls closed behind you with a heavy thud. You throw your bag to the side carelessly and walk into your flat but there is no sign of Jack. You expected him to perk up at the first sign of your arrival but alas neither hide nor hair of your werewolf boyfriend in either the living room or kitchen. 

"Jack? I'm home, baby!" 

Your call is left unanswered. That's unusual. Your brows furrow as you wander your flat until you stand in front of your bedroom door. Inside you hear a soft whimper. Your heart sinks into your stomach, dread pulling it down heavily. 

Was Jack hurt? Is that why he didn't greet you as soon as you entered the flat? 

With panic rising in your throat you open the door. The sight that greets you takes your breath away. 

In what can only be described as a nest of clothing lies Jack, dressed in nothing but a very familiar looking hoodie. He's curled around your pillow, your pajamas squished between it and his face. Every inhale of air is followed by a soft little whine from Jack. 

He looks so cute that it hurts you physically. 

You clear your throat awkwardly and at the sound his face immediately pops up. As Jack sees you his eyes grow wide and with an excited yelp he tries to scramble off of his makeshift nest. In his haste he gets tangled in some of the laundry. It's an adorable sight, like a puppy stuck in a blanket. 

You try and fail to stifle your giggling as you watch Jack struggle to get out of his nest. You decide to have mercy on him and walk over to him. He looks up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with joy. Dear god, you were only gone for a while but you've missed him. And by the Look in his eyes know he missed you too. 

You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. 

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, love" 

"You're here now. That's what matters, mi amor."

Your eyes wander his handsome face and travel downwards to the hoodie he had wrapped himself in. On closer inspection you realize why it looked so familiar. 

"That's mine, isn't it?" 

Jack tries to hide his embarrassment and his face inside the hoodie. His antics make you laugh again. He mumbles something into the soft fabric that you don't quite catch. 

Your hands cup his face and you tilt his head up tentatively, his eyes looking right into yours. No words leave your lips, you just raise your eyebrow, silently asking him to repeat himself.

"It's all yours,” he admits, gesturing towards the piles and piles of clothing. Shirts, pants, dresses, underwear, everything he could get his hands on, “I missed you, mi vida. So I-...well…"

You can feel the heat in his cheeks against your fingers. You're breathless for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. He had missed you so much that his first instinct was to surround himself with your things, your scent. 

The love you feel for him swallows you whole, like crashing waves pulling you down. It’s too much all at once, this ocean of emotion in which you'd gladly drown.

“I love you,” you choke out the words, tears of joy threatening to spill out at a moment's notice. His kind eyes watch you, his own breath caught in his throat as he recognizes the raw emotion on your face. His hands find yours against his cheek and he pulls them to his mouth, his lips peppering soft kisses to your palm and wrist.

“I love you too. More than words can describe.”

Jack pulls you towards him onto the bed. You follow his lead and join him on the pile of laundry that you’ll have to take care of at some point. But those thoughts were for later. Much later.

You lay together and bask in each other's presence. Jack curls around you like he had with your pillow before you found him and mirroring his movements you entangle your limbs with his until you don’t know where he begins and you end. You bury your face into his neck to breathe him in. You don’t need his enhanced sense of smell to notice how the scent of your favorite perfume that still clings to the fabric of your hoodie mingles with his own. You’re usually not the possessive kind and yet heat coils in your stomach.

You try to pull him even closer to you, only your clothes as a barrier between your two bodies. You want to feel his skin on yours but for now you are too comfortable just existing like this, with him curled around you and you curled around him in turn. A pleased sigh escapes Jack as you squeeze him tighter, his hands holding onto you like he never wants to let you go. And you return the sentiment. There is nothing that could come between you now, nothing that could make you let go of him. At least until you decide to strip Jack out of your favorite hoodie. 

[sephesisweek]

What is all this about?

Sephesis Week is an annual event to encourage the creation of works centered on pairing Sephiroth and Genesis Rhapsodos of Final Fantasy VII, a ship referred to throughout the fandom as Sephesis, SephGen, or GenSeph. This is an unofficial fan-run event and is neither representative of nor in affiliation with Square Enix Holdings Co., Ltd., Tetsuya Nomura, Gackt, or any entities legally connected to the Compilation of Final Fantasy VII.

What's the deal with the prompts?

There are a total of three prompts for any given day of the event, each following the same general concept from different perspectives. The two core prompts are single words, while the alternate prompt is a line from the official translation of Loveless as shown in the English release of Crisis Core, meant for creators who don't feel particularly inspired by single word prompts. You are free to use any prompt in any order or combination; you can use either (or both) core prompts one day, then an alternate prompt the next, or any other combination thereof.

Who can participate?

Anyone who wants to! Literally—although this comes with the caveat that participants or entries that violate the event guidelines will not be reblogged to the event account or added to the Archive collection.

Just because you won't get a reblog doesn't mean you can't participate! The guidelines are designed to keep the official Sephesis Week page(s) safe and accessible to all audiences, but the event itself is open to all regardless.

What do I get for participating?

This is a no-profit, voluntary event; participation is meant to be a matter of celebration and appreciation. However, as a thank-you for participation, a set of digital "badges" featuring custom artwork will be unveiled and made available for download following the close of the event!

"I Participated In Sephesis Week 2024" for creators who fill at least one prompt fill during the event;

"I Completed Sephesis Week 2024" for creators who fill a prompt all seven days of the event;

"I Did Sephesis Week 2024 (and I was super spicy about it)" especially for the 18+ creators who participate in the event.

These can be put in your profile, printed off for your joyboard, or used for (almost) anything else* that your heart desires.

*Distribution separate from Sephesis Week, editing without authorization (with the exclusion of resizing), commercial and/or other inappropriate uses of participant badges is prohibited.

What kind of work is allowed?

Sephesis Week accepts fanworks of any kind and any rating that don't violate the event guidelines. The event does not accept gifsets, moodboards, fanmixes, screenshots, official art, anything machine generated, or work that has been traced or copied from another source not created by the participant. Work hosted offsite must not be paywalled or locked behind a privacy filter.

Fanart, fanfiction, cosplay photos and most other fanworks created by the participant exclusively for the event are accepted. Fan animations and 3D renders are considered fanart, cosplay and custom dolls are considered photography, and poetry and song lyrics are considered fanfiction.

Is there an alternate hosting platform for the kind of NSFW artwork prohibited by tumblr community guidelines?

Pillowfort is recommended for hosting adult visual art! Just drop a non-anonymous ask to be provided* with an invite link. Secondary recommendations include Pixiv and Poipiku, but both require strict adherence to Japanese censorship laws.

Post a censored or cropped version of the piece here on tumblr with a link to the external host, and ping @sephesisweek so it can be reblogged to the event account!

*A finite number of Pillowfort invitations are available and will be provided on a "first come, first served" basis, but early preparation assures minimal risk of running out during the course of the event.

Can other ships be included in our work?

As long as monogamous Sephesis is the main focus of the piece, what goes on around it is open to anything! This means that you can have any other characters dating in the background or having unrequited feelings for someone in the main ship, but neither Sephiroth nor Genesis should be portrayed as in a relationship with them. This means Genesis and Angeal seeing each other on the side in the present tense shouldn't be included (unless they're breaking up or there's some other mitigating circumstance), but Genesis and Angeal having seen each other in the past or Angeal having unrequited feelings for Genesis in the present is fine.

For a highly specific note that's necessary based on the prevalence of this in the fandom, if your work is explicit and you don't consider it AGS because Angeal doesn't take part in the explicit portion of the piece, but is referred to or indicated to be in a relationship with either Sephiroth or Genesis outside the context of that scene, that is still AGS and is not permitted for the event. "Ship" is shortened from "relationship," not an acronym for "Sex Had In Proximity."

What does "characters must be recognizable" mean in reference to AUs?

Alternate universe renditions of characters are allowed and encouraged. However, if the alternate universe in question features Genesis recast as a white cisgender woman with brown eyes and blonde hair who answers exclusively to the nickname Essie and spends her weekends picketing with the Westboro Baptist Church, the character is no longer recognizable. Obviously this is an extreme example, but hopefully clarifies the rule a little better.

My work wasn't reblogged to the event account!

Oh no! There's always a chance of things slipping through the cracks with events like these, so if this happens to you please reach out! While it's likely that your work is in the queue, it's also possible that it didn't show up in the tag search, that the event account wasn't properly pinged, or that the post or work violated the event guidelines in some way. Drop an ask with a link to your post and we'll figure it out!

I saw someone bashing a character or ship in their work for the event.

First, keep in mind that criticism of a character or ship is not equivocal to bashing. Saying or illustration unpleasant things about a character or ship is not necessarily bashing. Context and intent is important.

Likewise, actually bashing a character in blog posts not meant for the event is absolutely not considered a violation of the event guidelines. Sephesis Week has neither the time nor the energy to police people for being nasty about a fictional character outside the bounds of the event.

If something was reblogged to the event account that you genuinely believe constitutes bashing, drop a non-anonymous ask with a link to the piece in question and an explanation of your reasoning, and it will be reviewed as soon as possible. Anonymous asks used to report content will be ignored, and any reports deemed malicious will result in the reporter being permanently blacklisted from this and all subsequent and related events.

What if I have "a history" of tracing / copying / something else prohibited in the guidelines, but I don't do those things anymore?

People make mistakes all the time, that doesn't mean they can't change! If you're worried about your work not being reblogged to the event account due to something that happened the past, drop a non-anonymous ask and we'll talk it over. Anonymous asks on this topic will be ignored due to the inability to respond in private.

How do I tag/flag sensitive content?

On the Archive of Our Own, participants must use the Archive's warning labels as is appropriate, and for this event may not use the "Creator Chose Not To Warn" option. These labels include: "Graphic Depictions Of Violence," "Major Character Death," "Rape/Non-Con," and "Underage." Ratings must also be applied appropriately, ranging from "General Audiences" to "Explicit." See the Archive's guides on ratings and warnings for more information.

All participants should also tag or warn for the following content as applicable:

Genderbending

Body Horror / Medical Horror

Pregnancy

A/B/O Dynamics / Omegaverse

Drug Use

Dubious Consent

BDSM / RACK

Abuse / Undernegotiated Kink

Bloodplay / Scat / Emetophilia / etc.

Ageplay / DDLG / DDLB / etc.

Incest*

Racism / Transphobia / Homophobia / etc.

(This list may be updated over time!)

*Both characters having Jenova cells does not make them related any more than two people contracting the same strain of the flu renders them related. Growing up together does not make two people related. Knowing one another as children does not make two people related. Please only use this tag if it is actually applicable in the context of your work.

This list is considered "boilerplate," assembled from known tropes and content in fandom as a whole, and reflects neither the support nor the opposition of Sephesis Week.

"Dead dove do not eat" is an acceptable tag only in conjunction with other warnings; if this is the only tag used to describe your creation, it will be assumed to exclusively feature deceased and inedible birds and it will not be reblogged to the event account. Likewise, without more detailed qualifiers, "whump" is a sound effect, not a content warning.

For posts hosted natively on tumblr, participants should not violate the community guidelines, are expected to tag their work with warnings in line with those used on the Archive (in order to make it easier for Sephesis Week to apply the right tags when reblogging to the event account), and must apply the correct community filter. Visual work hosted elsewhere and linked from tumblr via thumbnail or censored variant should have any sensitive content warnings applicable to the full version of the piece in tags or the body of the post, whether the tumblr post itself requires a community filter or not.

Sephesis Week welcomes all types of content, but work must be appropriately tagged in order to allow viewers to curate their online experience appropriately!

Does the event account have a tag structure that can be used for blacklisting certain content warnings or viewing specific types of work?

Yes! All rating and content-based tags are listed in this post to make it as easy as possible to filter things on the event account.

Fanworks reblogged to the main event account will be tagged for organization purposes as either #fanart, #fanfiction, or #photography, as well as with the year of the event and the prompt used for the entry. Check the directory for detailed tag reference (when available).

There's a warning missing from your list.

This is to be expected, as the list itself is "boilerplate" and can't possibly cover every single type of content that might warrant tagging in the course of an event like this. To have a tag added to the filter list, please drop an ask!

What does it mean that you encourage cross-posting and self-advertisement?

A lot of events like this discourage participants from linking to their other work or posting their work in places separate from the event host platform—Sephesis Week doesn't believe in that. If you link to your print shop or your Patreon in the body of your post, you'll get reblogged to the event account all the same. If you want to crosspost you work to Xitter or Pillowfort or bluesky, you should do it. You do good work and you deserve to have it showcased!

This is, of course, within reason; link-spamming is prohibited, but doing that will get you blacklisted from tag searches anyway, so maybe just…don't do that? Just in general? For the purposes of Sephesis Week, you should use simple text links in the body of the post. While links to crowdfunding campaigns are discouraged, they're not prohibited for the time being. This may change if bad actors take advantage of this allowance.

I'm organizing a fandom event myself, can I link it in my posts?

Absolutely! In fact, if you're putting together a fandom week, challenge, fanthology or zine, why not drop an ask so we can talk about it and see if your event belongs on our affiliate list?

Why isn't AGS or AZSGC allowed?

This event has been organized to celebrate Sephiroth and Genesis exclusively. Both Angeal/Genesis/Sephiroth and Crisis Core's big gay polycule have an enormous amount of fanworks dedicated to them, but there's very little overall featuring these two in a strictly monogamous romantic relationship.

I'm not interested in this pairing outside AGS.

That's fine! This event is not for you.

I hate Genesis.

This event is not for you.

I'm pretty sure both of these characters are straight.

Everyone's wrong sometimes! Also, this event is not for you.

Don't Sephiroth and Genesis hate each other?

I am begging you to actually play Crisis Core.

Wasn't there a Sephesis Week a while back? Is this run by the same people?

This event is unaffiliated with lilly-white's SephGen Week 2017 (tumblr tag); Sephesis Week has been organized and managed entirely by getvalentined.

Why do you have so many rules?

In order to make an event where everyone can enjoy themselves without worrying about stumbling over something that puts them off the event altogether, Sephesis Week is run similarly to old-school fandom events back on LiveJournal. This means that there are no limits on the kind of work that is accepted with regard to content, but tags are integral and warnings are required.

…Why does this post say it was made in 2008? Why does the Directory say it was posted in 1992?!

Dates are an illusion; the dates on blog entries, moreso.

Real answer: it keeps them from showing up on followers' dashboards, in searches, or from sitting above actual event entries in the blog view. The date on both this post and on the event guidelines was chosen because it's when Meteorfall happened! The date in 1992…it's relevant to at least one person.

I have a different question!

Awesome! Send in an ask so you can get an answer!

[greyias]

AO3 Meme

Tagged by @queen-scribbles -- thank you for the tag! No pressure tagging for @elveny, @keldae, @captainderyn, @meanbihexual, @rinskiroo

So, wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small - give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks/Most words/Least words.

Most hits: Across the Stars, which is my collection of Theron/Knight prompt fills from over here, collected together because I hate writing summaries and didn't want to do it for 100+ ficlets (nor completely flood the SWTOR category with my fic*). Actually a little surprised that one was at the top in flat view, because I was absolutely planning on ignoring all my SGA fics for the purposes of this (it's not that I don't care about them I just... don't care) Although granted, there are a lot of chapters in that one, so that's probably part of it.

Most kudos: If you want to be technical it's an SGA fic but once again Across the Stars is trailing like a whole 5 kudos behind. My little MVP, just chugging along.

Most comment threads: All right, now I'm starting to sound like a broken record. I will give you three guesses which one came in at the top again... by a wide margin. But #2 is By Guidance from the Stars.

Most bookmarks: That SGA fic again, by a wide enough margin that I can't really dismiss it on a technicality. Granted, I know it's a favorite among a lot of folk, and is one that from the comments is actually re-read a lot? Which is impressive staying power for something I wrote in a manic fever dream in the span of a few weeks for a fic fest.

Most words: A different SGA fic, written for one of the SGA Big Bangs eons ago. Somehow between the first and second drafts it ballooned up 18k in edits to nearly 89k words. If I ever finish poor languishing Smoke and Mirrors, maybe it will unseat the king from his throne. That or I will eventually write so many ficlets I can't be arsed to create a summary for, Across the Stars will win by attrition, slowly expanding and engulfing everything like a dying star.

Fewest words: Harmony (575 words) I am absolutely cheating here because I looked at the bottom two on the list, one of which I wrote when I was sixteen and was like "Nah, I don't want to share that", so instead, please have this lovely story from the point-of-view of lightsaber crystals. I wound up putting my drabble fic into a collection because, one again, I hate summaries.

[ur-boyfiend]

our specific prompt list no. 2 ; (link) create something based on a song that makes you feel like going on a date

People Watching by Conan Gray // jeongchan w/ a side of changlix

this has been ROTTING in my drafts hnshdsdhdsh,,, i ended up cutting out a chunk at the end which might see the light of day as a part two if it's lucky

wc; 3.2k

jeongin yawns as he waits for customers, it's been a slow morning and he was up late last night working on an assignment for one of his classes.

he jolts slightly when he feels a tap on his shoulder and turns to see felix, who wordlessly hands him a coffee and nudges him out from behind the counter. jeongin smiles gratefully, opting to sit at the counter so he can still talk to felix.

he takes a sip of the coffee and immediately feels better, though he's not sure if that's just some kinda placebo. either way he's grateful for the boost as he takes another drink.

"so," felix starts, turning to look at jeongin, "what's kicking your ass this time?"

jeongin rolls his eyes "it's my chem professor again, i checked my assignment like three times before i submitted it and he still sent it back because it needs 'more work', but he won't tell me what the hell he wants me to do!"

felix snorts slightly, he'd been in the same class before, "that professor just hates everyone. don't take it to heart."

"i'm not taking it to heart, but i am about to take it to the dean."

"honestly? go for it. i'm sure there's plenty of students who'd be willing to back up your story, myself included."

jeongin laughs, "thanks for the support."

"that's what friends are for," felix answers, grinning at jeongin as he ruffles the younger boy's hair.

jeongin swats felix's hand away, but before he can complain about it the bell over the door sounds, alerting the pair to a customer.

felix turns and puts on his best customer service smile, which is easy for him since he's basically sunshine in human form. jeongin envies his ability to not look like he'd rather die than work another shift as he takes a longer than necessary drink of the coffee he'd been neglecting.

jeongin can't actually see the person ordering because of the way the café is set up, all he can see is a mess of curly blond hair. he finishes his coffee off and ducks behind the counter again, chucking the now empty cup into the bin and glancing at the ticket felix hands him.

he makes the iced latte quickly, before handing it back to felix, who sets it on the counter under the 'order pickup' sign.

"latte for chan!"

jeongin glances up out of habit when he hears felix's voice, but his eyes catch on the person who walks up to the counter. he smiles, revealing dimples, and jeongin swears he can feel his heart stop for a second before it starts beating twice as fast.

trying to hide the blush he can feel taking over his cheeks, he turns and pretends to tidy the setup behind the counter. it's not entirely an act, neither he nor felix is particularly neat, but because of how few customers they've had it's not nearly as messy as usual, and jeongin finishes up quickly.

he exhales slightly when he hears the bell above the door sound again and looks up, only to be met with a smirking felix.

"what?" he can feel the blush returning, but tries to ignore it. felix, however, does no such thing.

"oooh innie's got a cruuuush-" he squishes jeongin's cheeks, quickly being swatted away again.

"no i don't."

"mhm, tell that to yourself after looking in the mirror for a sec."

jeongin rolls his eyes, "how would i even have a crush on him? we didn't talk and i barely saw his face."

"and yet you look like a tomato?"

"hush."

felix laughs, but returns to where he'd been idling near the register, switching the topic back to their classes.

this time felix is the one yawning during another painfully slow shift a few days later. jeongin makes a coffee for the blond as well as one for himself, since his chemistry professor is still out for blood.

"so, what's your excuse?" he asks felix, raising his eyebrows.

felix yawns again, taking a gulp of coffee before he answers, "movie marathon with jisung."

"jeez, at least i had a good reason for almost falling asleep on shift."

"i wasn't even scheduled to be on shift today! but hyunjin called in sick and i kinda need the overtime pay right now."

jeongin frowns, "did something happen?"

felix tries to smile at him, but it's paper-thin. "one of my sisters got sick, it's nothing that bad," he adds quickly, seeing the worry on jeongin's face, "but i wanted to help since my parents are both super stressed about it, and i don't need the money nearly as urgently as they do."

jeongin nods, "that's fair," then after a moment of consideration, "wanna go for lunch after shift?"

felix laughs slightly, "is that you trying to make me feel better?"

"yes, and me trying to make sure you actually eat something, if you pass out again i will cry."

felix scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, last time he'd been particularly stressed he'd barely slept and had forgotten to eat, and the combination ended with him passing out. jeongin had a breakdown when he heard, and felix promised to not let it happen again.

felix finishes his coffee and tosses the cup in the trash, then turns back to jeongin, "where do you wanna go?"

jeongin shrugs, "i don't care, wherever works."

once again they're interrupted by the door, felix's mood shifting when he notices who it is. jeongin follows felix's actions and recognizes the person felix had teased him about before. he groans internally, knowing felix won't let this chance to annoy him go to waste.

as jeongin waits for felix to take the order, he notices the two chatting, seemingly close. jeongin walks up behind felix and gently smacks him on the back of the head.

felix jumps slightly and turns to glare at jeongin, who just glares back.

eventually felix rolls his eyes and turns away, and jeongin snorts quietly, "i win."

felix just sticks the order ticket to jeongin's forehead, "good job dumbass, now do your actual job."

jeongin pulls the ticket off his face, "i could say the same to you, mr social butterfly."

felix tries to smack jeongin but the younger quickly ducks out of the way and moves further out of range as he starts working on the ticket. it's the same as before, and jeongin finishes the drink just quickly as he had the first time.

before he can turn and give the drink to felix, he's being pushed towards the order pickup area. he rolls his eyes but knows that he won't win this one and doesn't feel like inconveniencing someone just because felix is being petty.

he sets the coffee on the counter and glances at the name, even though he still remembers.

"latte for chan?"

the person in the corner looks up when his name is called, putting his phone in his pocket as he walks to the counter.

jeongin smiles at chan as he picks up his drink, "have a nice day!"

chan smiles back, "you too."

this time felix doesn't tease jeongin immediately, but jeongin can tell that the blond is watching him closely, and that he won't just let it go.

jeongin turns to felix, pointing at him when he opens his mouth, "no, nope, not right now, you can mock me at lunch."

felix grins, and jeongin gets the gut feeling that he's made a mistake.

chan's visits have become regular, sometimes he comes alone, sometimes he comes with friends. jeongin has noticed how felix stares at one of the people chan comes in with often, another student named changbin, and teases him for it anytime he's being teased about how he acts around chan.

because of them being on even terrain with teasing, there's an uneasy truce between the two. jisung had tried to tease both of them at least once, but as soon as minho was mentioned he quickly shut up again.

it's another slow shift, jeongin is convinced that felix invites chan to the café whenever it's slow since the two have become friends, so he's not surprised when he sees chan walk in, changbin close behind.

chan says something to changbin that jeongin doesn't catch, but the shorter turns red and punches him in the shoulder, which just makes chan laugh loudly.

jeongin is acutely aware of how his heart stutters when he hears chan's laugh.

as he's taking the pair's order, felix comes out of the breakroom, immediately blushing when he sees changbin.

he's more dressed up than usual because one of the people he dances with is planning to drag him to some art gallery after his shift. when he told jeongin the younger just snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder, wishing him good luck.

jeongin notices that chabgbin turns the same red he had when chan was teasing him before, and makes a mental note of it.

jeongin turns to felix and sticks the order ticket to his forehead, getting flipped off before felix removes the paper.

neither one of them really needs the ticket since the pair's order is the same as always, but they enjoy annoying each other and sticking order tickets onto each other's hair or clothes is an easy way to do that.

unsurprisingly, felix starts changbin's drink, so jeongin starts on chan's, handing it to felix when it's done. felix sets the drinks on the counter, not needing to actually call out their names since they're the only two customers, but he does anyway.

"order for chan and changbin!"

out of the corner of his eye jeongin notices two things, one, that felix is holding a pastry bag with changbin's drink, and two, that chan basically shoves changbin towards the counter from their table.

changbin takes the drinks and the bag, he and felix both being almost painfully shy as they interact. jeongin rolls his eyes, but doesn't actually say anything.

when changbin gets back to the table and sets chan's drink down he smacks his friend on the back of the head, which chan ignores in favor of zeroing in on the bag changbin is holding.

jeongin can't actually tell what they're saying, but from how red changbin's face is turning, and how much chan is laughing, he has a pretty good idea of their conversation.

when he looks back at felix, he sees the blond hiding his face behind his hands. jeongin snorts, always ready to make fun of his friend.

"so, what dumb thing did you do this time."

felix mumbles something, but his face is still hidden and jeongin can't actually hear what he's saying.

"you what now-"

felix looks up, redder than jeongin's ever seen him, "iwrotemynumberonthebag-"

they're both silent for a second before jeongin starts laughing, and felix returns to hiding his face in his hands.

rainy days are always busy in the small café, and the regular two person shift jeongin and felix work turns into a three person shift when felix desperately texts jisung to come help.

all three of them are working as fast as possible, but they're still barely keeping up. when chan and changbin come in and see the chaos, they both just sit at the counter and chat instead of adding to the trio's workload.

all three baristas are anxious, and all three have their own way of dealing with it. jisung is rapping something under his breath, jeongin is singing quietly, and felix is dancing around as he works.

when there's finally a lull in the flood of customers, they all sigh in relief.

jisung snorts, leaning against the counter, "we should start a band."

jeongin flicks him on the side of the head, "yeah that'd definitely work out, it's not like we all have a metric fuckton of other things happening or something."

jisung puffs out his cheeks, looking more like a squirrel than ever, and felix laughs. "is it possible to agree with both of you?"

jeongin shrugs, "yeah probably."

"okay then i agree with both of you."

jeongin glances behind felix to chan and changbin, "what do y'all think?"

the two had been talking about something else but break it off to look at jeongin when he addresses them.

chan tilts his head, "think about what?"

jisung grins, "we should start a band!"

chan and changbin both light up when the topic of music is mentioned, felix and jeongin glancing at each other warily. they already know how excitable jisung is about music, and hope just a little bit that neither of the other two get too invested in the topic, but those hopes are quickly shattered when they all start talking faster and faster.

jeongin turns to look at felix, "are they having a conversation or a rap battle right now?"

the aussie laughs, shrugging his shoulders in response.

the next time chan visits he's alone, which neither felix nor jeongin were expecting. he'd been coming in with changbin almost every time he'd been at the café recently, and jeongin can see the worry on felix's face as he gets out his phone.

jeongin figures he's texting changbin and takes his place behind the register. chan's order is the same as always, and their interaction is almost scripted at this point.

so, when jeongin hands chan his drink and chan gives him a lopsided grin in return, asking for his number, the younger boy stops functioning for a second.

chan laughs, but not mockingly, jeongin thinks it sounds almost affectionate. jeongin blushes fiercely, and tries to hide his face.

"give me your phone and i'll add it."

chan nods and hands jeongin his phone, who adds his number, but leaves the contact name blank.

"you can put whatever," he explains when chan looks confused.

he doesn't expect for chan to label his contact "cute barista 🩷", and he turns the same color as the heart at the end.

felix comes up to the pair and makes a shooing motion at chan, "get lost, you're distracting the workers."

jeongin rolls his eyes, "says the one who was on his phone for like ten minutes."

felix pauses for a moment before shrugging, "yeah fair enough."

"i do have to leave though, before changbin kills me." chan gives jeongin another lopsided grin and waves, jeongin just barely remembering to wave back.

felix raises an eyebrow when jeongin comes onto shift, seemingly walking on air.

"what's got you so bright today?"

jeongin grins widely, "chan asked me out!"

felix makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, "took him long enough."

jeongin tilts his head at the blond, not sure what he means.

felix sighs, "don't tell chan i told you this, but according to binnie he's been talking about you almost since his first visit here."

jeongin blinks several times before turning bright red, prompting felix to laugh loudly, getting a punch in the shoulder in return.

"well, hopefully today's shift goes quickly, you should leave a few minutes early, i'll cover for you."

jeongin shakes his head slightly, "no, it's fine."

"it wasn't a question, dummy."

jeongin rolls his eyes, but doesn't object further.

the two work quickly, using their freetime to talk about this and that. after some prodding, felix admits that he and changbin have a date planned for later that week, blushing fiercely as he does.

jeongin annoys him about it for a bit, but eventually topics shift again. their shift takes just as long as usual, but since nothing out of the ordinary happens, and he's at an all-time high, it feels like it only takes minutes to jeongin.

five minutes before he's supposed to clock out, felix nudges him towards the breakroom, "get your bag n stuff, i told jisung to come in early so i can fix up your hair."

jeongin rolls his eyes slightly, but doesn't object. he steps into the breakroom just as jisung walks in, he initially looks less than happy about clocking in early, but his face lights up when ne notices jeongin.

"baby bread has a dAAaaaAAAaaAAate," he singsongs, and jeongin blushes again.

jisung and felix quickly swap places, jeongin dropping onto one of the chairs in the room to let felix do whatever he's planning for his hair.

felix works impressively quick, humming in satisfaction after only a few minutes. when jeongin reaches up to feel his hair, his fingers brush across a braid, done tightly to the side of his head.

this time it's jisung's turn to stick his head through the doorway, "chan's here is jeongin ready."

felix gives a thumbs-up, shoving jeongin towards the front of the café. jeongin feels his breath catch when he sees chan, and he gets the strong urge to run his fingers through the older's hair.

felix and jisung share a knowing look, and jisung tells jeongin to "go get your mans."

jeongin smacks the back of jisung's head in return, but steps out from behind the counter anyway, giving a middle finger when felix wolf whistles.

chan laughs at the trio, affection floating behind his eyes, and offers jeongin his hand , "ready?"

jeongin takes his hand with a smile, pausing for a moment to appreciate chan's dimples, "ready."

jeongin looks up at the sound of the bell over the door, smiling when he sees chan and changbin walk in. felix also looks in the direction of the door, lighting up when he sees his boyfriend. jeongin rolls his eyes affectionately, but he's in the same situation, so he knows he has no room to talk.

by the time the two have gotten up to the counter jeongin already has their order in, but makes sure to confirm it with them in case they want something other than the usual.

felix hums as he works, and jeongin can practically see the hearts in changbin's eyes. he makes chan's drink as felix makes changbin's, the two taking their usual seats at the counter, the baristas leaning on the counter as they talk.

"y'know," felix starts, "it's getting close to christmas."

jeongin grimaces, which makes chan laugh.

felix just rolls his eyes, "ok mr. scrooge."

changbin laughs at his boyfriend's attitude, standing up slightly to give felix a quick kiss when the freckled boy pouts at him.

"we should do something christmas break," chan suggests, the other three nodding in agreement.

"do what though?" changbin is the one to ask, and gets no immediate response.

"i was gonna go home for christmas, i haven't seen my family in a while and my sister's been on-again off-again sick for a couple months now," felix is the first to give an answer, and chan hums in agreement.

"i haven't seen my family in a while either, i wouldn't mind going home for a bit."

changbin and jeongin glance at eachother, each appreciating how their boyfriends light up when talking about australia.

"well, i guess i'll be working some serious overtime before break starts," jeongin laughs, changbin nodding.

"me too."

the aussies turn to them, looking confused, and jeongin laughs quietly.

changbin offers a short, "plane tickets," in explanation, jeongin tilting his head in the older's direction as agreement.

"you're not getting rid of us that easily."

the aussies laugh, and chan ruffles jeongin's hair, "wouldn't dream of it."

[bloodstainedstar]

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[andorerso]

let the cat out of the bag

Modern AU. M-rated, no smut but lot of references to sex. Super silly!

It starts after the first time they sleep together.

They aren’t dating, they aren’t even friends – but he’s the hot classmate she always had a thing for, and when they’re paired up for a project that leads her to invite him up to her apartment to prepare, she can’t hold herself back anymore.

It’s clearly mutual; she hasn’t picked up on it before, but it’s hard to ignore it then. Cassian is giving her signals, flirting even, and she doesn’t think too much of it before she kisses him. His response is pretty enthusiastic, and it isn’t long before their clothes disappear.

Studying blissfully forgotten – for the time – Jyn has the pleasure of enjoying the best sex of her life. And that’s all it’s supposed to be. They both agree that neither of them has time for a relationship, but that doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy the hot sex between them every once in a while, and hot sex, it is. A quick discussion in bed to make sure they’re on the same page, and they move right onto round two. Then three and four.

Truthfully, they don’t get any studying done that night.

Then between rounds three and four, Cassian gets up to get a quick snack for themselves from her fridge while she goes to use the bathroom. She finds him scratching her cat’s ears when she emerges, totally unaware of the incredulous stare she’s giving him.

“Hey, cute cat,” he says, his lips quirking up into a smile when Mimi arches her body towards him, butting his palm with her head. She’s purring, and Jyn feels like she’s in a different dimension. “What’s her name?”

“Uhm.” Shaking her head free of confusion, she says, “Mimi. She usually doesn’t take to strangers like this.”

That’s an understatement. Mimi looks like a harmless floof, and it usually lures unsuspecting victims into underestimating her, which is a big mistake to make. She has a vicious streak; many a guest and even friends have ended up with nasty scratch marks for daring to try and touch her. Bodhi is terrified of her to this day and jokingly calls her Jyn’s “doppelganger.”

“She’s you in cat form,” he told her affectionately. Jyn rolled her eyes but he wasn’t too far off.

Mimi doesn’t like strangers and she doesn’t trust them. She isn’t a particularly affectionate cat to begin with, not even with Jyn – who is undoubtedly the only person she seems to tolerate.

So it’s a shock, to say at least, to see Cassian rubbing Mimi behind her ears and his hand not being bitten off. In fact, Mimi’s eyes are closed in contentment, a low purring sound reverberating through her tiny body. Jyn almost feels a little jealous – but of who, she isn’t sure.

Cassian looks up at her with a quirk of his lips, eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Guess I’m special then.”

Then it goes on.

Jyn brings Cassian home one night, pushing him to the sofa and crawling into his lap without much preamble, attaching her mouth back to his. She grabs his cock, not in the mood for foreplay, and hears Cassian hiss in response. But just as she’s about to take off her shirt, Mimi jumps up on the couch and meows loudly.

Jyn breaks away in surprise. It isn’t like her cat to be so needy – but as she blinks at Mimi in confusion, she realizes she isn’t groveling for her attention.

Of course.

Cassian laughs in amusement, like this is all funny, and reaches out to give Mimi an affectionate pat on the head.

“Hey, Mimi. Missed me, did you?”

What the fuck is going on.

Jyn stares at them both incredulously. She’s just trying to get some good dick, goddammit, and here is her own cat, usually a grouch, being a cockblock because she decided she’s just as putty in Cassian Andor’s hands as any other girl.

He really has a certain effect on the female population but this is ridiculous.

Jyn clears her through loudly, drawing Cassian’s attention back to her.

“Sorry, do you wanna keep playing with that pussy or mine?”

“Jesus, Jyn.”

Surprise etched on his face, she feels a momentary thrill of satisfaction at having scandalized him.

“Too much?”

“No, that’s… that’s fine, just – not in front of your cat.”

“Come on, she can’t understand you.”

“It’s weird.”

As they’re talking, Mimi puts her little paw on Cassian’s shoulder as though she is begging for his attention, like the desperate little whore she is. Jyn gives her a glare. Traitor.

“You just like her because she likes you.”

“Yeah, so? I must be doing something right here.”

“I’ll show you something right,” she murmurs somewhat menacingly, then kisses him again, pushing his chest until he’s lying fully on his back. Perfect.

Maybe she’ll suck his dick now. She would bet he won’t be thinking about her cat then.

Satisfied with that plan, she reaches for his jeans and promptly undoes his zipper. He gives her a weird look and glances sideways at Mimi who’s now sitting on the armrest, watching them curiously. Jesus.

“Uhm, Jyn? Can we move this to your bedroom? I don’t want your cat to see my dick.”

She rolls her eyes but stands up, landing him a hand. “Why not? I walk around her naked all the time.”

“And I’m sure she’s very traumatized from that,” he jokes, earning himself a punch to the chest. As she turns around, his echoing laughter follows her all the way inside her bedroom.

Jyn complains about it to Bodhi a few weeks later, grumbling about how her own cat likes her fuck buddy more than she likes her. It’s some sort of karmic joke for sure.

“I swear he’s the cat whisperer or something,” she groans.

Bodhi hums noncommittally. His expression is too neutral which is… worrying.

“Maybe Mimi is onto something.”

She blinks at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that she literally hates everybody but you.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Jyn protests feebly. “She’s just not a fan of people.”

“But somehow, she likes this guy,” Bodhi goes on, ignoring her intervention. “Think maybe she’s picking up on your feelings?”

“You’re reaching,” Jyn tells him firmly, ignoring the way her heartbeat speeds up for some reason. “I don’t even know him.”

“You know him plenty well from what I understand.”

Jyn rolls her eyes again.

“It’s not gonna happen, Bodhi.”

“Sure, okay,” he agrees like the good sport he is. She can tell he doesn’t agree but he isn’t the type to push. “But I’ll tell you this – your cat is smarter than you.”

And Jyn punches his shoulder.

She’s literally riding Cassian when there’s a distinct high-pitched meow from the other side of the door. Jyn stops bouncing on his dick, turning her incredulous stare to the closed door of her bedroom. Cassian laughs.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding with me.”

“Ignore it,” he tells her, grabbing her chin and tilting her face back to his.

“But –” she begins but can’t finish as Cassian gives her a searing kiss and rolls his hips up to hers. Fuck it. Ignore it, she will.

In the end, the noises they make are louder than Mimi’s anyway.

When Cassian is leaving that night, Mimi runs quickly to his feet, a ball of white fluff as she circles his legs, purring. And wailing. Wailing, it seems, to stop him from leaving.

Jyn buries her face in her hand, embarrassed beyond belief, but Cassian is, of course, incredibly amused by all this. She almost wonders if he actually likes Mimi more than her.

“Hey, what is it?” he asks as he crouches down and gives Mimi another good rub under her chin. Jyn’s heart gives a strange beat at the sight. “Wanna come with me? I don’t think Jyn would like that very much.”

“Take her,” she deadpans, dedicated to ignoring the weird fluttering in her stomach. “She clearly likes you more.”

He stands up, smirking at her. “We have a connection. Don’t be jealous.”

“Of who?” she retorts, her tone sarcastic… though, it could have been a serious question.

Cassian doesn’t answer but his smile widens. Almost like he sees right through her act. She can’t tell if it thrills or makes her uncomfortable.

“Goodnight, Jyn.”

He leans in to kiss her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut at the unexpected gesture. She keeps them firmly closed even as she hears him bend down to give Mimi one more affectionate rub before grabbing his coat.

At the sound of her closing door, Jyn’s eyes open, her breath leaving her chest in a whoosh. She stares at Mimi with unconcealed resentment as the cat blinks up at her in innocence.

“This is all your fault.”

So.

Maybe she’s catching feelings. Whatever. It’s fine.

It’s just her stupid cat’s fault – seeing them together, seeing him so in tune with her, it’s messing with her head. Mimi is a pain in the ass but she’s Jyn’s baby, and she’s never met anyone who actually liked her and wasn’t mildly scared of her.

That’s all. If she doesn’t see them together anymore, she’ll be fine.

The next time Cassian comes over, Jyn has locked Mimi in the kitchen with fresh water and plenty of food to last her the night. The little devil has nothing to complain about. But as soon as Cassian arrives and they start taking their clothes off, scattered along the hallway, Mimi begins to scratch at the door, wailing tragically. Jyn pretends she doesn’t hear but Cassian does not.

“Hey, isn’t that Mimi?” he gasps, out of breath as Jyn is kissing down his bare chest.

She glances up at him with a pointed look. “Are you here to see her or me?”

Then she swirls her tongue around his nipple which renders him speechless for a moment.

But he doesn’t give up. “Doesn’t she want to come out?”

Jyn pulls away now, straightening to look at him. “She’ll be fine. But if you don’t have your fingers in me in the next five minutes, I won’t be.”

With that, she pulls him towards her bathroom, and Cassian doesn’t resist any longer.

It doesn’t last though.

She manages to stop them from meeting a few times when Cassian comes over, always getting straight to business, then throwing him out the door the minute they’re done. She feels a little bad about it, honestly – but they agreed on no strings attached from the start so she doesn’t owe him anything. Besides, she makes sure to treat him really well while he’s still here so he has nothing to complain about. She’s a thorough lover.

Still, Mimi gives her the stink eye every time she lets her out of the kitchen, and Jyn realizes she can’t keep this up forever. Not if she wants to continue seeing Cassian – and well, why wouldn’t she? It’s been a few months since they started sleeping together but the sex hasn’t gotten boring yet. She’s prepared to hold out until it does, or until one of them finds an actual relationship. (Which is more likely to be him than her but alas. That’s fine too.)

Yet, the ever-rising threat of catching feelings for Cassian almost makes her reconsider. Maybe it’s better to cut her losses now. She can’t – wouldn’t – get rid of Mimi. If one of them has to go, it would have to be Cassian.

That’s what Jyn is thinking about when Cassian comes over that night and Mimi runs to the door to greet him. She had hidden under the couch the whole afternoon, refusing to move no matter how much Jyn tried. No treats, no food, no toy got her to come out. She waited until the knock on the door came and sprinted straight to Cassian’s legs.

His face lights up in a smile like he’s actually missed the stupid cat too. Jyn can only watch in horror as he crouches down to greet her like an old friend.

“Hey there, buddy. How are you today?”

It’s not like she’s gonna answer you, stupid, Jyn thinks, but she’s aware that she’s being a bit nasty. It usually tends to happen when feelings are involved.

“There you go,” he murmurs, rubbing Mimi’s chin. “Good girl.”

Jyn’s face flushes at that, remembering other times she’s heard him say those words.

“Don’t call her that,” she chokes out, voice a little strained. Cassian looks up at her, his gaze darkening with lust as their eyes meet, but he doesn’t answer. He stands abruptly, walking over to her without a word, and kisses her.

It’s a hard kiss, not something to ease them into it, just getting straight to business. Jyn doesn’t mind but her head reels from the sharp turn as he breaks away to bite her earlobe, his hands groping for her breasts. Her breath and legs are getting a little shaky. With a quick maneuver, he lifts her up, her legs locking around his waist as he carries her into the bedroom.

He goes down on her without even taking off all of her clothes, and right then, Mimi is the farthest thing from her mind.

For the first time since they started having sex, they fall asleep together.

Usually, Cassian takes a shower, gets dressed, goes on about his business. Jyn doesn’t mind, it’s the arrangement they have.

But something about tonight has been… intense and exhausting – in a good way. She could barely feel her limbs by the time they finished, and when Cassian collapsed next to her, breathing heavily, she didn’t say anything. Let him catch his breath, she figured. But the warmth radiating from him was so reassuring and comfortable that her eyes quickly fluttered closed, and she must have fallen asleep after that. When she wakes, it’s after midnight, and though she distinctly remembers resting her head against Cassian’s shoulder, he’s now gone.

Bitter disappointment unfurling in her stomach, she sits up slowly. It’s for the best. She doesn’t need any more confusing feelings. But god, her sheets still smell like him, and she admits to herself that maybe she has a little crush and it isn’t just because of her cat.

It’s a thought she regrets as soon as she walks out of her bedroom. Because there, in all his glory, stands Cassian – petting her cat.

And seeing him half-naked, hair a mess, smile soft and mellow, stroking a purring Mimi is an image that she knows she won’t be able to get rid of. She can’t take back her confession now. The longing she feels as she stares at them is undeniable.

“What are you doing?” she whispers to make her presence known, her voice still sleepy.

Cassian looks at her but his hands never leave Mimi’s head.

“I’m petting your cat.”

“I can tell. You’re supposed to be petting me,” she says, but it’s quiet and lacking the exasperation she usually feels in these moments.

“I already have,” he points out, matching her tone. The smile on his face is gentle rather than smug, in contrast with his words.

“Cassian,” she begins, taking a deep breath before biting the bullet. “You can’t do this.”

“What?” he asks, and he seems genuinely confused.

Jyn gestures around with her hands. “Be nice to my cat.”

His eyebrows rise high, looking more confused than before.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just – it’s not helping me a lot.”

“With what?”

“With my crush on you,” Jyn groans, giving up on fighting it. What the hell, she might as well see what he thinks. Maybe he feels the same.

And if not – well, she’s only losing the best sex of her life. She can deal with that, probably.

Stunned silence follows. Then he lets out a chuckle, his eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I’m sorry, am I so irresistible petting your cat that you’re literally asking me to stop being nice to her?”

Jyn grumbles. When he put it like that…

“I’m not asking you to kick her in the head. Just stop petting her, maybe?”

“Okay.” He nods a few times, stepping away from Mimi who meows once in outrage. Without taking his eyes off her, Cassian moves closer. “Then I have a better proposal for you. How about you let me take you out on a date and I keep being nice to your cat?”

“I…” Jyn pauses. Oh. She was hoping for this but she didn’t let herself believe in it. A slow smile unfurls on her lips. “I think Mimi would like that.”

Cassian, now close enough to touch, winds his arms around her neck, her hands going around his waist.

“And you? Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him shyly. “I think I would like it too.”

And when she looks at Mimi, Jyn swears she looks a little smug

[hostess-of-horror]

If you don't feel comfortable with this type of theme you don't have to do it but, could I request for a Yandere Chef Saltbaker x Female reader?

Actually, I'm totally okay with yandere prompts! I've read a few Yandere!Saltbaker fanfics on here and I was thinking about writing one myself.

Speaking of which...

Astral Queen

Content Includes: Reader Death, Canon Death, Implied Murder, Implied Graphic Violence, and Major DLC Spoilers

You woke up from a strange dream.

Your eyes strained from the light surrounding you until you gave yourself time to adjust.

Weren't you with Saltbaker just a moment ago? Or were you with Cuphead, Mugman, and Chalice?

You couldn't remember at the moment.

You stood up onto your feet, only to bump your head against something hard, making a loud ting! upon impact.

Is that... glass?

Sure enough, it was. You began to realize that you're inside some sort of glass dome and outside of the dome was Saltbaker's kitchen.

Everything around you had become much bigger than you remembered, including Chef Saltbaker himself.

Peering into the glass dome, Saltbaker gave you a sweet yet apologetic little smile.

The sight of his yellow eyes sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh, my dear Honeybun... I am truly sorry about this. I didn't know any other way to make this happen." Chef Saltbaker sighed, looking down in a moment of shame, "I could have just told you, but I was afraid you would object."

Object? Object to what? What on earth is going on?

"You see, those ingredients I needed for the Wondertart... While I do need them, it was merely a distraction. Something you for all to do while I prepare my greatest recipe yet." Chef Saltbaker continued, "And you, my sweet darling, are the main ingredient!"

What?!

This can't be happening! This isn't real - it must be all just a nightmare!

You looked down...

No... Oh my Stars, no!

"At first, I could not bear the idea of harming you. I love you too much to do so! But after some consideration, I came to a... reasonable conclusion: I love you for your heart and soul, not just your physical body. You are beautiful, of course, but what you truly are is breathtaking. I tried to make it quick, you know. I didn't want you to suffer too much, nor did I want to completely mutilate your body. In fact... It's in one of my storage rooms right now! I figured I'd keep your corpse for a while until I have to give it a proper burial."

You were left speechless. The man you loved... How could he do this to you? You looked around for Cuphead, Mugman, and Chalice.

Then, your heart froze, your blood running cold.

There, on the wooden chopping block, laid the broken shards of porcelain and all the ingredients massacred into chunks, bits, and slices. The remains were put on display - three broken cup heads, all in a row, with each one filled with the chopped up ingredients.

"They were good kids... And even better fighters. But, most of all, they're excellent dishes! Heh, they almost had me, but no cigar." Chef Saltbaker chuckled, "Now that that's out of the way... We can finally finish that Wondertart and I shall possess the powers of the astral plane!"

With a devious grin, Chef Saltbaker lifted the glass dome and gently took ahold of you. You were so tiny compared to his massive stature, you easily fit into his hand.

From an outside perspective, you and Chef Saltbaker would have been compared to the lovely Fay Wray in the clutches of King Kong, or any other damsel in distress in the arms of a monster.

You, the soul of the woman he loved, was now going to be the key to his master plan.

"When your heart and soul is baked into the Wondertart, the powers of the astral plane will be mine! Please don't cry, my love... I understand that you are scared. But think of it like this: you will become a part of me! We will be together forever. Our souls shall be linked and joined into one and no force on earth could tear us apart. We will become a love story no poet could ever conceive. Doesn't that sound nice?" Chef Saltbaker said, caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

You couldn't say anything. Whether out of shock or of fear, you just couldn't speak, or scream, or fight back. Your mind was spinning, conflicted over life and death, love and betrayal. You wanted to hate him. You truly did. But you found his macabre love and devotion... strangely endearing.

As to why that was, you couldn't explain it if you tried.

Were you really going to sacrifice your own soul to your lover?

That answer was immediately answered when you felt Saltbaker's lips against yours. With one final passionate kiss, you had sealed your fate.

[gleekto]

Fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (6/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five

Day Six: Hideous

(Kurt)

"So I bet you're glad you went, right Kurt?" Rachel links arms with him as they make their way back to their rooms after the dorm rap.

"I am actually," Kurt nods, mostly to himself.

"Right?" Rachel says enthusiastically. "You never know when you might learn something new or feel validated or-"

"Not for those reasons, Rachel. I don't need anyone to validate me, thank you very much."

"Ohhh?" Rachel says with too much interest. "You said not to try to set you up and I was respecting that and I didn't say anything - But it's Elliott, isn't it?" Rachel is way too excited right now.

"No it's not Elliott, Rachel," Kurt rolls his eyes. "Though he was a great presenter. And handsome," Kurt says objectively.

"Oh it's the freshman Blaine! He was also very cute. Did you see his pretty eyes, Kurt?"

"Yes, Rachel. I saw his pretty eyes. And actually, I'd seen them before. He's in my music history class," Rachel clasps her hands together. "I didn't notice him at all, to be honest," Kurt needs to be very clear with her. "He seemed just as beige as everybody else. At least until he shared my appreciation for mocking the irritating brown noser who overtakes the class."

Rachel nods in approval. "This has lots of potential," He can just see the wheels turning in her head and he doesn't like it.

"Don't get any ideas, Rachel. I'm glad I went because now I maybe have someone to talk to in class. That's it."

"But you think he has pretty eyes," Rachel hints. "And it's pretty cool that he led that workshop, right? That's not beige at all." Kurt has got to admit that she has a point there. That took guts.

"I guess the workshop thing is pretty cool. And yes, he has pretty eyes. But I'm not that shallow, Rachel. Don't get any ideas."

"I won't," she says squeezing his arm.

She will.

...(Blaine)

The next day, Blaine has music history at 10am and he makes sure to get there early, a feat that is frankly against his nature, but Kurt is always there when he gets there and today he can't risk it. Suddenly there's a guy who knows the secret closest to his heart. Someone who he doesn't really know at all, and who frankly, doesn't likely want to be friends with the campus homosexual. Hippies are more open minded but a one on one friendship is different than a dorm rap session and he's not going to be the one to put pressure on Kurt. He'll sit down first - one row behind Kurt's usual spot - neither rejecting nor following. Ball's in his court. He opens his book.

A few minutes later and Blaine sees light pink bell bottoms that frankly would be hideous on anyone else. It's Kurt. And of course he pulls them off. The bell bottoms hesitate at the row in front of him, but then instead make their way into his row. Oh. And Kurt stops and sits right beside Blaine. Right beside.

"Hi Blaine."

"Hi Kurt." Blaine was not expecting this. He wasn't even hoping. Best case scenario was that they would smile at each other as they pass on their way out of class. Not that he was thinking about it. Blaine is caught off guard. He doesn't know what to say - a humorous and self deprecating apology to Kurt having too much information about him? No. The whole point of this thing is not to be ashamed. And Kurt came over to him. Besides, hippies are more open minded.

"It was cool that presentation you did for our dorm," Kurt starts but looks down quickly at his notebook, fidgeting with his pencil. Blaine knows how awkward it is to acknowledge the elephant in the room and Kurt does it. He honestly can't blame him for being slightly bashful - Blaine has been hiding this stuff his whole life. Everybody's uncomfortable talking about it. Especially straight guys.

"Thanks. You guys were a friendly audience."

"Yeah, I'm sure you don't always get a warm welcome."

"Well I'm new to all this - freshman and all that. But I already had 31 floor leaders refusing the dorm rap session-"

"Not surprised." Kurt shakes his head but Blaine can't read him so he just continues.

"Last year, Elliott said they managed to do 10 in total, but got asked at least three times if it was only a phase and would they be willing to turn back to God."

"Extra not surprised," Kurt sighs and looks irritated. Red flag. Kurt is finally talking to him and he's lecturing about homophobia.

"Yeah. Anyways, you guys seemed to actually be supportive of the cause. You know, walking the walk."

"Yeah, the hippie dorm is pretty great. Maybe a bit too much weed and a bit too few clothes, but the love is real."

"So you're not a stoner nudist then?" Blaine nudges him with his elbow. Was that flirty? Blaine did not mean to be flirty.

"My mantra is always the more clothes the better," Kurt grins and nudges back with a sparkle in his eye. Blaine feels warm all over.

"You do have great clothes," Blaine says in appreciation before he can catch himself. And now his cheeks are crimson.

"Why thank you," Is all Kurt says before Professor Cohen starts the lecture. Blaine thinks he even sees a quiet smile still on Kurt's face as he looks down at his paper. Kurt has the nicest smile.

When they exit the room together at the end of class, Kurt turns to him. "Maybe I'll check that group out sometime. Did you say Tuesdays at 7 at Earl Hall?"

Blaine's eyes go wide and he quickly reminds himself that they're open to all. "For sure -we're open to all our supporters. Yeah Tuesday at 7. That'd be cool."

"Groovy," Kurt says and quickly walks away.

Groovy.

[tawaifeddiediaz]

how about "I see you still have my shirt" ?

KATE thank you for the ask hehe <3 I'm slowly catching up on these so

simping softness prompts

[AO3 Link - like home]

Word Count: 3328 words

Warnings for this: teeny bit of sickfic vibes and a vague allusion to a child who's been abused (not at all graphic, it's a one-paragraph retelling after they get back to the station) [yeah i don't know why i can't just write straight fluff but here we are]

Buck was clearing out his closet when he found the first one.

At first, he didn’t recognize the beige-green shade, or the weirdly straight shape of the T-shirt. It felt strange when he put it on, too — a bit too tight across his chest and shoulders, but still falling loosely around his waist.

“That’s weird,” he murmured to himself, walking over to the bathroom.

He didn’t exactly remember buying an Army T-shirt, nor did he even know if he’d been around any place where he could get it for free. The only military service T-shirt he had was an old one from his SEAL try-outs, and that was in tattered at this point. Buck would be surprised if it still fit him after all these years.

Buck twisted around to look at the back, his mouth falling open in surprise as the air left his lungs.

DIAZ, it read boldly, each letter emblazoned between his shoulder blades.

It was Eddie’s shirt.

Suddenly, the flimsy fabric held a significant weight against Buck’s skin, settling in place as if it was meant to be there. There was an asinine hilarity to how quickly Buck went from throwing the shirt in the donation pile to stuffing it back into his closet, for his eyes only.

It wasn’t like there was anyone else who could find the shirt sitting among his own and trace it right back to Eddie, but suddenly, Buck felt the need to keep it private, for himself.

His heart skipped as he traced the four letters with his eyes, twisting back around to look at the faded letters across his chest, wondering how many times Eddie wore the shirt without really thinking about it, never as anything sacred.

The army was his best friend’s least favourite topic to talk about. Save for a few casual conversation drops, Eddie almost never talked about the army as if it were something personal to him.

Perhaps that was the same nonchalance that led to this shirt getting mixed in with Buck’s stuff, without being missed.

If Buck had to predict it, he would say that Eddie forgot this shirt when he went back home after the quarantine they’d spent at Buck’s apartment. He’d found a pair of socks that ended up being Chim’s, and an earring of Hen’s a few months after. Albert’s stuff still showed up from time to time, randomly shoved into forgotten drawers, or stuffed down the couch cushions.

But that had still been a year and a half ago. They’d lived lifetimes in that time, between the leaps their lives took, only to tangle them closer together.

Buck stared at his reflection, standing in Eddie’s shirt. There was a certain intimacy to unknowingly sharing articles of clothing that kept them from being too vulnerable, but it burned something fierce to have this piece of Eddie without the rest of him.

Eddie had broken up with Ana three weeks after the shooting, and to Buck’s knowledge, he hadn’t dated anyone else since. Every time Buck asked, Eddie always shrugged and said he was waiting for the right time.

It had been a few weeks after breaking up with Taylor that Buck had realized that this...thing...with his best friend wasn’t as platonic as he’d wanted to think it was. They always seemed to be skipping through hurdles at some points, while slowing to a snail’s pace at others. Always daring the other to make the first move, always trying to catch the other slipping

The thing was, Buck knew Eddie was waiting on him. It was in everything Eddie did for him — from as small as grabbing Buck’s favourite cookie when he bought his coffee in the mornings, to bigger things like using words Buck needed to hear when he was feeling down. Eddie had never been a man of words; he was a man of action, through and through, and Buck knew it better than anyone that Eddie went out of his way to make him feel like he was loved. And he did it without the expectation of anything more.

Buck wanted more, but he wasn’t ready to risk what he had with Eddie and Christopher yet. He knew, without a doubt, that it would be worth putting everything on the line, but sometimes, it was hard to believe that he got to have this. Buck knew Eddie was it for him, and that realization was scarier than anything else he’d learned about himself over the years.

He was working on it, but he wasn’t there just yet.

Buck slipped the shirt off with all the care of handling something delicate, folding it carefully before walking over to his closet. He set the shirt on the top shelf for easy access, apart from all his other things.

Eddie hadn’t asked for it in over a year, so Buck assumed it was okay if he kept it.

Maybe one day, Buck would find the courage to give it back to him, along with all the other things he’d been holding back from.

For now, though, this was enough.

----

The next item to join his grand stash of one shirt was a sweater.

“You’re going to drive me insane one day,” Eddie commented as he came back, cough medicine and thermometer in hand.

“Not my fault,” Buck rasped, struggling to sit himself up. Eddie took him by the elbow and helped him sit against the pillows. “You try babysitting a preschooler.”

“I’ve done my dues,” Eddie snorted, filling the cap up to the line.

Buck had to laugh at that. “Done my time, paid my dues.”

“Shut up.”

He paid for the quip with bitter, sticky medicine that made him feel like his throat was being glued shut. Buck shuddered the whole way it went down while Eddie only shook his head at his antics. “I hate that medicine with everything in me.”

Eddie ran the thermometer across his forehead, grinning as he turned the screen to show Buck the blinking numbers. “99.2. Not bad at all. Your fever finally broke.”

“Thanks, Doctor Diaz,” Buck said as sarcastically as he could manage, closing his eyes as he drifted. He wasn’t delirious from fever, but his body ached something fierce and he still felt cold from where Eddie had pushed all of the blankets off him in an attempt to break his fever.

It worked, but Buck was cold.

He had hardly reached for a thick blanket before Eddie was on him, taking it away in favor of a thinner fleece one. “Eddie, I’m freezing.” He was a little too far gone to care how whiny and nasally he sounded.

“Wait, I might have something for you.” Buck watched as his friend walked over to his dressers, rummaging through until he pulled out a sweater. “Put this on.”

It was a plain black sweater, but as Buck pulled it on, Eddie’s scent engulfed him, embedded into the thick wool. The sweater was clearly meant to be oversized, because the sleeves went past even Buck’s fingers.

He burrowed as much as he could into the warm material, feeling his body relax into the mattress at the familiar smell. Most of Buck didn’t even care that Eddie was watching him, but the small part of him that did mumbled out a thanks, drifting between sleep and wake.

As he gave himself over to unconsciousness, Buck thought he felt Eddie brushing his fingers through his hair once, just before the door clicked shut.

Buck pressed his face into Eddie’s sweater, and smiled in his sleep.

----

Sweatpants were next, along with a long-sleeved shirt this time.

This time, it really wasn’t his fault. He and Christopher were just trying to open a can of pizza sauce. It wasn't their fault it went off like a bottle rocket.

Buck and Christopher stared wide-eyed at Eddie, who was staring right back at them. Buck was sure they looked like victims at a crime scene, with pizza sauce smothered all over them. There was even some in Buck’s hair, though God knew how.

“How…” Eddie trailed off, sighing. “Okay, don’t move.”

“Do you think he’s mad?” Christopher asked as Eddie dashed out of the kitchen, looking up at Buck.

“Nah, it was an accident,” Buck told him, knowing it to be true. “Why’d it explode like that, anyway?”

Christopher shook his head. “I don’t know, but it’s messy and feels gross.” He went to rub his eye but Buck caught his wrist before he could smear tomato all over.

“You got that right,” he cringed. Buck felt disgusting . It would take forever for them to stop smelling like garlic and Italian seasoning. Not to mention the sabotage to their dinner plans — Buck felt worse about that , far more than about the colossal tomato disaster Eddie’s kitchen had become.

Eddie came back with a trash bag, holding it out to them. “Those clothes are as good as gone. Might as well dump them now. We’ll clean the kitchen after you two are clean.”

They dutifully stripped down before Eddie took Chris into the hallway bathroom, calling out behind him. “Buck, you can use the shower in my room. There’s clothes on the counter for you.”

Feeling a little more than naked standing in Eddie’s kitchen in just a tank and his boxers, Buck cut through the hallway to make a mad dash for Eddie’s room. True to it, Eddie had set out a pair of sweatpants and another shirt.

It took some good scrubbing before Buck felt confident enough that he didn’t smell like pizza sauce. By the end of it, he’d used probably half of Eddie’s body wash, a good amount of shampoo and almost all the conditioner.

He made a mental note to replace them later.

The sweatpants were too short on him, coming an inch above his ankle. Still, they were passable, and more importantly, clean .

Buck threw the shirt on, pushed the sleeves up and made sure he smelled human before leaving the bathroom.

Eddie and Chris’ voices were still coming from the bathroom, so Buck decided to start cleaning the explosion in the kitchen. There was sauce all over the counter, floor, cabinets and stove. None of it managed to get on the stretched out pizza dough, because of course not.

Buck was in the middle of scrubbing the second cabinet when Eddie and Chris came back.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” Eddie said, grabbing another rag to start wiping the counters down. “I ordered pizza, by the way. Figured we’d avoid another accident.”

“It was for the best,” Christopher nodded solemnly, walking over to the pizza dough. “What are we going to do with this?”

“We could turn that into garlic bread,” Buck suggested, turning towards Eddie. “Wouldn't take more than a little butter, garlic and salt.”

Eddie shrugged. “You two are the chefs here. Anything sounds good to me.”

They did end up making breadsticks, and when the pizza came, they ate cross-legged in front of the TV. It was cozy, sitting there in his boyfriend’s clothes during their normal movie night, with his favourite kid in the world tucking into his pizza across from him.

Eddie drew Buck in for a quick kiss as they settled on the couch together, Christopher curled into Eddie’s side. “You look good in those.”

Buck looked down at himself, thinking of all the other clothes that were Eddie’s, reserved for that top shelf in his closet. “You think so?”

His boyfriend nodded, dragging a thumb along the sleeve. “Yeah.”

Christopher shushed them loudly when the movie picked up, effectively ending the conversation. Buck couldn’t resist grinning at the kid’s antics with Eddie, but also a little bit because he still hadn’t told him about the clothes he kept tucked away.

Those were safe. Now that they were dating, Buck felt better about slipping into bed wearing something that once was Eddie’s. The sweater still smelled of his boyfriend’s cologne, and Buck tugged it on whenever he needed a pick-me-up, or whenever he missed him on the rare days he spent alone at his loft.

Buck wondered what Eddie would think about the stash — not that he was thinking of telling him just yet. Maybe one day, but for now, Buck was content to have two more articles to add to it.

It was entirely Eddie’s fault that these clothes never got back to him.

----

In general, Buck kept it to himself.

He didn’t tell anyone how much he actually liked wearing Eddie’s clothes — how safe they made him feel, how easy it was to ground himself with the scent of Eddie around him. He didn’t tell anyone how wearing the sweater Eddie had given him, while he was caring for Buck in a way no one but Maddie had, made missing his boyfriend a little more bearable. Especially on shifts Eddie worked without him, when an unease would grip Buck and not let go until he knew Eddie was at home again.

Some days, though, it was all he could think about.

Buck rummaged through their locker, looking for the jacket that belonged to Eddie. Eddie, who wasn’t on shift, and had no idea of the thoughts racing through Buck’s mind right now.

Finally, he found what he was looking for, shoving his arms through the sleeves and zipping it all the way up, as if the thin fleece could stop the bone-deep chill from spreading through his chest.

“Buck?” Bobby’s voice came from the entry of the locker room just as Buck sat down heavily on the bench, as if his strings had been cut.

“Hey.”

“You doing okay?” Bobby asked gently, sitting next to him.

Buck thought about it.

His hands were still trembling, and he didn’t think he’d be warm again. He wanted Eddie so much his heart hurt with it, his brain wouldn’t shut up for five seconds and the weight on his chest still wouldn't let him suck in a full breath.

“No,” he answered honestly.

Bobby didn’t push him to talk after that, only sat there in quiet support. Buck was more grateful than ever for it, because the words came tumbling out of him anyway.

“I hate the things we see on this job sometimes.”

The admission snapped through the air like lightning, straightening the captain’s back as he listened carefully.

Buck continued only after tugging the sleeves of his jacket over his fists, hiding as much of himself behind the jacket as he could. “I know the world is a cruel place, but G od it’s exhausting to see it all the time. Because my brain just keeps wondering what life even is, why some people are dealt the hands they are and on those days, it’s so much harder to see the good in the world.”

“We could sit here for centuries and not know the answer to that, Buck,” Bobby replied gently. “But there is good, even on the days it’s harder to see. It doesn’t go away.”

Buck absently picked at a thread, thinking about Eddie and Christopher. He couldn’t see them, but he knew they were there, and they weren't going anywhere. “Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s just...so hard to see.”

“The kid will be fine. I spoke to the hospital, and they said she’ll make a full recovery.”

Buck had been first to reach her from where she’d been stumbling through a neighbourhood. She’d been half-delirious from exhaustion, clothes dirty and hair mangled. There were bruises and cuts littered past the grime, and Buck’s heart had nearly given out once the pieces fell into place.

Hell, he had frozen. Hen had pulled him away while Bobby and Chim quickly began treating her.

“Why don’t you go lie down for a bit? We’re off calls for the next hour, get some rest.” Bobby hesitated for a bit, before gesturing towards Buck’s phone. “Maybe talk to Chris? It might help you feel better. Eddie, too.”

Buck gave his captain a grateful nod, standing up on creaky legs to go to the bunks. Hen and Chim were already in there, both of them with headphones in. The solemn mood clung to the air, pressing it a little heavier in Buck’s lungs.

They gave him questioning looks, and Buck gave them tired smiles in return as he crawled into the next empty bed, closing his eyes. It was easier to pretend that he was back home in Eddie’s bed with Christopher snuggled between them if he didn’t have his eyes open. He didn't want to talk about this with them over the phone, so he simply slid his phone underneath his pillow and curled into himself.

The jacket smelled strongly of Eddie and home and everything Buck loved, so he buried his nose into the fabric, finally letting a few tears slip when no one could see him.

No one mentioned how the fit of the jacket was too snug to be Buck’s own.

----

It all came out a year after Buck found the first shirt.

“Do you really need all of this?” Eddie teased as he moved around the loft with another box. Buck laughed from where he was packing the side table.

“Yeah, I can’t roam around naked all day.” He instantly held a hand up as Eddie opened his mouth. “Nope, don’t.”

Eddie’s laughter rang out in the almost-empty apartment, and Buck smiled at the rich sound as he turned back to his task.

“Oh, what’s this?” His voice sounded faraway. Buck craned his neck to look into the closet, his heart nearly stopping when he saw Eddie reaching for the top shelf.

Dammit.

Eddie pulled out his old army shirt, and Buck froze like a deer caught in headlights. “So...I see you still have my shirt.”

He’d been caught out, so Buck decided to just own it.

“Yeah...about that.” He walked over and reached up for the other pieces of clothing he’d collected over the past year. “I kind of...forgot to return them.”

Eddie looked at the pile in disbelief before bursting out laughing. “I thought I lost these things.”

“You did. They’re mine now,” Buck scoffed, smiling against his boyfriend’s mouth as he bent to kiss him. “You’re still not getting them back. Losers weepers, Eddie.”

“Very second-grade of you.” Eddie wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re moving in then. More for you to steal.”

“I’m just borrowing with no intent to return,” Buck corrected. There was an important technicality there.

“You can have all of them if you want. But I’m stealing one too.”

Eddie really thought he was gonna get off scot-free for doing the exact same thing. Buck held him in place, raising an eyebrow. “What about the three hoodies of mine that are already in your closet?”

It was his boyfriend’s turn to freeze. Buck burst out laughing at the doe-eyed look.

“They’re comfy!” he defended.

Buck pointedly looked at the pile of Eddie’s old clothes. “Yeah, and so are these. So it’s settled. We keep it all.”

“Pretty sure that’s what moving in together means,” his boyfriend nodded agreeably, pulling away to survey the pile.

They made quick work of filling the rest of the boxes together, Eddie’s gaze softening as Buck told him about why he wanted to keep these few articles of clothing with him. In return, Eddie told him about how it was easier to fall back asleep after a nightmare if he had something that reminded him of his life now.

This time, when they rearranged the dressers to fit all of Buck’s stuff, they didn’t draw clear distinctions between whose clothes were whose. It was unspoken, that virtually anything in the closet was free game, so long as it came back to the same place, where it belonged.

The next time Buck went to pull a warm sweater out, it smelled like them — like home.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

the lift.

STEVE ROGERS. MARVEL. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ request by anon: Girl I love that we must watch all the same things because your masterlist is heaven!! I love all the characters lol Can I request an imagine for reader x Steve Rogers where the reader is an avenger but her and Bucky are super close where everyone thinks they’re together, but it’s platonic. Reader and Steve have massive crushes on each other, but are two idiots who don’t realize it. The team has to help hem figure it out?? Or you can switch them around it you want. I love Steve and Bucky equally 🤷‍♀️

❝ request by anon: Hey girl! Awww yah! Requests are open 🎉 Can I request something for Steve Rogers? Maybe a prompt of “You came to my room at 4am...to cuddle?" I’m a sucker for Steve so honestly anything you write is fine 😅

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❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“This is a bad idea, sir”.

The metallic voice from F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaks throughout the living room. Even she knows that locking you and Steven inside the lift isn't going to help you to realize what you feel for each other.

“Sh…” Stark utters before taking a sip from his glass of whisky.

All the Avengers are there. Natasha has made popcorn to share with Bruce, while Pepper is trying to persuade his husband to stop, asking Bucky for help. But he just shrugs in her direction.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” The captain asks resting his waist against the railing, placing his hands there too.

“Nope. I think I'm just… gonna order some food and have a quiet night”. You shake your head, holding a S.H.I.E.L.D. file closer to your chest. “Why? You have another option?”

“Nope”. He imitates you with a soft grimace, almost giggling. “Sounds good to me, ma'am”.

“Oh, so, will I be blessed with your presence, Capta—”.

You can't finish the joke when the lift shakes slightly by stopping. A loud roar turns the lights inside red. Steve walks to the control, hitting every button on it as if this gesture could make it work again. And you're starting to sweat. You have claustrophobia and suddenly these four walls feel too close to each other. Like, really close.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” He exclaims once and again before turning at you, hyperventilating sitting on the floor. “Hey, hey, hey! Are you okay?”

“I ca— I can't breathe, Steve”. You barely babble.

“Okay, okay, don't panic. It's okay”. Keeping as much calm as he can, the soldier removes the file from your hands to take off your jacket.

“Let the lift fall a little”. Tony casually pronounces the command to his A.I., making everyone in the room turn at him.

The lift falls a little. And the whole damn city can hear you screaming. Steve is on the verge of his nerves, standing up to try to force the doors and open them. You may be somewhere between the twentieth and the twenty-first floor. But they feel like both are hermetically closed.

“Hello? Anybody hear us?” The Captain screams from the bottom of his lungs, palming and hitting the walls.

“God, I'm gonna die”. You whisper in tears, causing your friend to kneel again close to you.

He doesn't doubt taking you into his strong arms, maneuvering to sit on the floor and put you onto his laps, tightly wrapping you against his chest. Steve rocks you, wanting you to calm down and to not think where you are, nor what's happening. He has protected and comforted you before, but this time where not even F.R.I.D.A.Y. is responding, you know it's the end. And you don't want to die in silence.

“I love you”. You sob, hiding your face under his jaw, gripping your fingers in his shirt.

He laughs quietly, leaving a kiss on top of your head. “I love you too”.

He hasn't understood you.

“I love you, Steve”. You repeat the confession. “I don't wan— wanna… die without telling you”.

“Don't be dramatic”. He scoffs, not replying to what you have just said.

Stark never thought it wouldn't happen this fast, but now, everybody is celebrating your revelation.

“Can you, for the love of God, take them out of there?" Pepper almost begs, knowing how bad do you feel in closed spaces.

“Just… one minute else”.

The excuse they gave you both was that they were training and minding their own business. But the A.I. is everywhere, so at least you don't believe them. And you can't stop thinking about what you told Steve. He hasn't acted weird after it, probably imagining it has been part of the moment. But it's not.

Getting up from your bed, not being able to sleep, you tour the long hallways to his dorm. Taking a deep breath as you notice the light under the door, you come closer to knock it. Walking inside and closing the room behind your back, you rest it against the iron door. The soldier is lying on his mattress, reading a book about Sherlock Holmes. But the story is left in the background when he raises his eyes towards you and a funny grimace appears on his face.

“You came to my room at fou—”.

“I was serious”. You interrupt him with a firm tone. Swallowing, you close your eyes to find the encouragement to repeat your words somehow. “I'm in love with you, Steve. Ever since”.

His gesture suddenly disappears, causing you to tremble a little. But before you can continue speaking, he tosses the sheets by his side over him to palm the bed. In silence, you walk straight to it slowly, hesitating. As soon as his arms can surround you, he pushes you onto his chest, tucking you there. He didn't believe the excuse Stark gave you either. It wasn't a coincidence.

“I love you too”. He whispers, not like a secret, but only wanting you to hear his —surprisedly— honeyed voice. “I can't even explain what you make me feel, but you complete me in the most perfect way. And I was good being your friend. I can't anymore now”.

Steve is aware he doesn't need vocal permission to kiss you, bringing his lips to yours. You don't hold back a soft sigh, leaving a hand on his chest and landing the other on his neck. At first, you don't have any rush. You take your time tasting each other's lips until he finds your tongue with his and something explodes within your guts. Soon the two of you are breathless, needed for more, pawing and exploring your anatomies under your clothes.

“I want to make you mine”. The soldier growls against your mouth, settling himself between your legs to shorten any kind of distance, losing the shame that still characterizes him sometimes.

“And, what are you waiting for, Captain?” You gasp tangling your fingers into the golden locks of hair.

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HI! Quick note: write this whenever you want and be sure to take care of your health first! Your works are amazing and masterpieces take time, I can be patient <3 Hope you have a lovely day! (also, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: trigger themes like attempts of suicide, probable hints to dissociative amnesia? I was inspired by it at least and some... Limb being bitten off as well as latest archon quest spoilers so readers be cautious!)

Anyway, I'd like to request for Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc (if the number is too much you can cut off whoever from the list) with Traveller! s/o that like has no memory of their past but have clues through these... "Visions/Dreams".

It started out a little simple; every once in a while, Y/N would see these little figures floating around their environment. Shadowy wisps, sometimes ghosts talking to them. But in real life, people can't see them and only sees them talking by themselves (and some are a little weirded out). But then one day, while they were out adventuring in the ruins slimes or seelies... Whatever small cute creatures can exist in Teyvat suddenly gathered in Stormterror's lair and they grew curious cuz they heard... Music? Playing? It was echo-y and creepy but then they heard a very familiar tune that they KNOW is linked to their past so they followed and went into the vicinity

(As reference, or for some idea: https://youtu.be/JZ6buLNIgs8)

The moment they stepped inside and pinpointed where the music is coming from they bolted up the stairs (if there are any, which probs not but in reader's case there is) and suddenly the stairs lead them to a hallway from a tower/palace, and walking further, there were two huge doors that lead to a ballroom with more than dozens of ghosts waltzing and singing with the music

(No they did not question why would stormterror's lair have a hallway or how it even has a ballroom inside, nor why creatures would gather in said lair. Questions that break away from dreams are nonexistent)

So obviously they were happy at the wondrous sight and began waltzing along with everyone from strangers to... Unrecognizable but familiar faces? Until They danced with this boy their age. The more they looked the more they were enamored and the world around them was but a hazy dream (as vague and hazy the environment in their head can get) but the boy became more and more vivid and so did the music until they practically sang together. But then as the music stopped and s/o turned their back for a second; the boy sang: "And a song someone sings..." And wisps suddenly flew out of him and towards Reader, making them fall unconscious into their arms as the Prince of the Abyss sang in their ear. "Once upon a december..." Before Aether disappeared and he was but a dream.

And then all of a sudden Reader was yanked away from their dream; almost literally. They turned to see their lover holding onto their arm with concern all over their face and explained to them they were so close to the edge dancing away they could've fallen off of the third floor (which was already high!).

And that's when things get a turn to the worse.

Every dream gets worse than the last; anything that involved the abyss, or seeing these star pendants like what Paimon has on her hair or Kaeya's little decor on his clothes or involving Khaenriah or whatever Albedo's research is rn lure them into a dream vivid than the last and it gets even harder and harder to break them off their dreams. One night of going to bed they suddenly had a dream of their old family/friends swimming in the ocean and telling them to join them, and they wouldve if their lover didnt sweep them off their feet and broke away from another dream they didnt realize was 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 a dream. And the realization that if they jumped off, their bones wouldve broken cuz a bunch of boulders and rocks on a steep cliff would make a nice floor for landing right?

But still, Aether and the abyss (which in their dreams were ghosts and just... this blond guy you knew but never realized it was your brother and the abyss) are recurring themes. Coming across any of the factors instantly puts them in a dream and reader cant tell whats reality and what isnt. Everything is too vivid they didnt see a bubble coming their way or an attack coming towards them and they were about to be thrown off. It got to the point Reader was getting claustrophic from the rooms suddenly shrinking as they were cornered by these ghosts that turned frightening and whenever they fight back they end up nearly murdering someone of mindlessly attempting to destroy one of The Seven statues.

It lead Reader to be.. Kinda suicidal. Not just because they hate themselves and their situation its cuz its the 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 they knew how to escape the dream and wake up in a bed in their lovers arms. And because reader cant distinguish reality from dreams sometimes even if their lover is present they see these ghosts and think 'this must be a dream I have to wake up from!' cuz in the long run theyve learned fighting back meant hurting someone so they.. Redirected the pain to themselves so theyre very confused to see their lover throw their dagger across the room and they end up breaking down no matter where they are (or in worse cases in the middle of battle). Reader grew dependant on them and panic attacks after these dreams became more frequent until they cant even trust their surroundings whether its a dream or not.

(I'm very sorry with how long this is and I rambled in grotesque detail you may polish it however you want :"DD)

This can be in any format you'd like! But I mostly prefer headcanons + scenarios? like the bullets then comes scenario etc. But ye write however you want sorry for rambling hope you have a nice day thank you

As a Romanov history enthusiast this request was both very interesting and very difficult. Mostly because I found myself veering off into “lore dumping” for lack of a better term. Still I hope the general feeling of your request was captured well.

I spread various aspects of your request around as best I could, depending on character, outline, fic structure, etc. The only thing I didn’t keep in was the suicidal ideation. This is for various reasons, some personal, but in a more general term I think that it can be very difficult to portray something like that in a way that isn’t excessively triggering and is worthwhile to read for a variety of people. The way one person would process through such emotions and put them to paper could be harmful to another. Overall I thought it best to steer clear from such a topic, with the knowledge that I didn’t find it necessary to the story and thought it would be an imperfect addition on my part. Not that I find never addressing such topics necessarily the right path either, only I think that in this case better not to. I hope I explained why adequately. 

I know that wanting to read and write about such topics does not directly correlate to being in such a mental state but I do hope you also take care of your own mental health. Though getting out of such crises can be difficult I want to tell you this at least. You aren’t alone in feeling this way, even if others in your direct vicinity cannot understand. And also sometimes finding a direct reason for continuing on comes later. Sometimes surviving is enough. And even if you cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel, that doesn’t mean you should take a step which you will never be able to reverse, the only step you will never be able to reverse in your existence.

I also leaned into the Romanov family dynamic, rather into that of the traveler siblings. Whether the reader is the traveler is kept vague on purpose, as I generally as a rule don’t write the siblings. I also found that in keeping them specifically canon compliant to the traveler siblings I’d have to cut back on the more historical illusions. Being a total history nerd I chose the latter option. 

Otherwise my fics varied in complete accuracy to the prompt, though I hope you find it enjoyable to read nonetheless.

Here they are in order of Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Zhongli. I hope you find them a worthwhile read and thank you for your request. I hope you have a lovely week.

[florbexter]

Hey :) For TharaFrong prompts: so Frong is hurt and he suffers in silence because Thara brozoned him, but one time, during their meeting (because of course they still meet, they are BROS), he can't stay silent anymore and he tells Thara how he feels (more specifically, he yells). I leave Thara's reaction for your interpretation :D

Awww Frong totally is someone to suffer in silence, poor boy, but this fic will give him a chance to yell out is frustration! Thanks for the prompt ❤

Oh, to face your beautiful wrath || [AO3 Link]

“Are you angry?”

Frong took a bite from the celery, enjoying the satisfying crunch and then trying not to gag. Who put a whole celery stick into a cocktail?

“I’m not angry,” he answered, turned around and tried to get rid of the celery without letting Thara know what he was about to do. It was his own fault for ordering this weird-ass cocktail but in fact, it was Thara’s fault because he had approached him at the bar and Frong had forgotten what he wanted to order. Everything was Thara’s fault and maybe he was already on his way of getting drunk because he thought about telling Thara that it was all his fault.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure… bro,” Frong made a peace sign and used the arrival of P’Win to make his escape from Thara’s second approach that night to talk to him.

He took a sip from his drink and made a face. There was enough alcohol in it, sure, but at what cost? He stumbled towards the cosy sitting areas of the student bar they had decided to go to and saw how his friend group had already mingled with Duen’s and P’Win’s which meant he wasn’t going to be able to avoid Thara for long.

Ugh, why did everybody get along? Where was the cliché university rivalry the tv dramas had promised him?

Lies, nothing but lies.

“P’Frong!”

He turned, a bit wobbly, and squinted at the girls waving at him.

Oh! Oh, he knew them! With a big smile he walked towards the girls who he had made friends with during the volunteer camp. They didn’t even have to invite him, he made himself home between them, sinking back into the soft cushion on the couch.

He liked them. They smelled nice, they included him in the group order of sour-fruity drinks, and he didn’t have to do anything but listen and nod while they talked about everything and everyone. He especially liked how they hyped each other up and yes, he looked fantastic in his petrol-coloured button-down, thank you very much.

And he had the perfect view of the table where Thara sat.

Bro-zoner.

‘How are you doing’ – writer.

‘What are you doing tonight’ – messenger.

‘Let’s meet up’ – proposal…-ist?

And Frong had been good about it. He hadn’t ghosted Thara or had been mean to him. He hadn’t acted like it was his fault for not liking Frong… that way.

It wasn’t his fault but couldn’t have a man some basic empathy? Couldn’t he, magically, understand why Frong wanted a bit of distance between them? They had gone on a freaking bicycle tour for heaven’s sake. With a picnic. It had been idyllic; it had been romantic and Frong had wanted to pour the Cha Yen over Thara’s head.

Now they were here again and Frong suffered in silence and just wanted to get drunk in peace to nurse a headache the next day, so he was able to pretend like everything was peachy between them when they saw each other again.

Which was right the next freaking day!

Frong groaned into the Iced Americano in front of him. Drunk-Frong made the worst decisions. The next time he was going to put a sign around his neck which said: ‘Everything I promise this evening is not going to happen.’

“Are you alright?”

Frong continued to stare in his coffee. He wasn’t able to meet Thara’s concerned face so early in the morning, next thing you know he was going to smile at you.

“Do you need paracetamol?” There was a teasing lit in Thara’s voice and yay they had an insider-joke but Frong just wanted to growl.

Who volunteered at seven am in the morning? Also, why was everyone so obsessed with volunteering all of a sudden? They could have repaired and painted the fence of the kindergarten every other day!

“I’m good,” he said and waved weakly. Thara wouldn’t leave his side if he wasn’t going to show him that everything was fine, so he forced his aching body to leave the shadowy place under the big tree and slouched towards the rest of the group where Duen arranged the duties and if Bohn wasn’t such a feral cat Frong would have kissed him for getting the job as ‘overseer’.

Maybe the XXL cup of coffee, the big sunglasses, and the shirt he had already worn yesterday didn’t make the best impression of him being able to handle a brush today.

Which was fine by him.

What wasn’t fine was that Thara found him in every spot he disappeared to for some peace and quiet. Yes, the kindergarten wasn’t that big but had the man a Frong-radar?

“You should drink something else than coffee,” Thara said this time and Frong, sitting on a miniature chair, rattled with his cup.

“It’s mostly ice cubes now.”

Was now the time when Thara would force-feed him a paracetamol? He had a weird twinkle in his eyes that told Frong he was on thin ice with Thara’s patience. Maybe not being able to doctor Frong around grated on Thara’s nerves.

Good.

Frong put the sunglasses back on his nose because the more time he spent with Thara alone the higher the chance Thara wanted to talk to him about serious stuff.

“I should go back and do my job as the overseer.”

“Boss is doing your job at the moment. But it feels like everyone is ready to stage a revolt soon.”

“Even more important to go and do my job.”

“Frong.”

Ugh.

Frong half-turned, his feet rooted to the spot, his heart already begging for Thara to just drop it. Who would have thought that them being bros included heart-to-heart conversations? Which was a wasted question to ask because all of this had started because Frong had felt secure enough, seen enough, to have heart-to-heart conversations. When had been the last time he had told someone about his dad?

“Frong,” Thara repeated as if he had asked a question. Should he just magically know what he wanted from him? Which he knew. And Thara knew that he knew.

It didn’t make Frong more willing to tell Thara what was going on.

Thara just looked at him and for all that he was silent, he was incredible loud about it.

“You’re angry with me.”

“I’m not angry,” Frong denied immediately.

“You are,” Thara said and did that thing where he raised his arms and showed Frong his palms as if to pacify him and Frong pressed his teeth together.

“I am. Not. Angry,” he all but hissed. The cup in his hand crunched ominously and Frong saw how Thara’s eyes glanced at it quickly. It made him want to throw the cup at him.

He felt gross and sweaty and there was a suspicious spot at the collar of his button-down and he had no idea how to say no to Thara and he had enough of this day and—

“You can tell me ev—”

“NO, I CAN’T!”, Frong yelled and almost threw the cup against the wall full of colourful pictures of trees and fruits.

“I CAN’T TELL YOU SHIT BECAUSE YOU THINK WE ARE BRO’S AND I THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE BETWEEN US AND I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MUCH THAT HURTS WHEN YOU WANT TO SEE ME ALL THE TIME AND ACT LIKE WE’RE BEST FRIENDS!”

Silence. Only broken by Frong’s heavy breathing.

Oh god, he thought. Oh god, he had said that. He had said that. And he couldn’t look nor walk away. He was frozen but felt like he would start to shake soon. He breathed like he had run a marathon and stared at Thara who stared back at him, wide-eyed and Thara opened his mouth and Frong didn’t want to hear anything he had to say but he couldn’t move and words left Thara’s mouth.  

“You are in love with Duen,” Thara said.

“I’m… what?” Frong’s anger was replaced by confusion so suddenly he felt like a ton of bricks had hit him at once. But the scene didn’t change. Thara still stood in front of him and the words he had said hovered between them, almost tangible, like the words of affirmation on the wall.

Be kind, raise your hand, let others speak.  

“You are in love with Duen,” Thara repeated and then he frowned and maybe he finally realized that something was not fitting together.

“I’m not in love with Duen,” Frong said and then had to backtrack, “I had a crush on him, yes, but that’s not… that’s totally different to… Why would I explicitly ask you to come to the camp too if I wanted Duen at that point? I went there with people I met either recently or who weren’t in my friend group.”

He got loud again.

“I could have forced my friends to come too, but I didn’t, you idiot! I asked you! I practically begged you to come on the trip with me! So, I could be with you on that trip! WITH YOU!”

“Ehm… guys?”

Frong spun around. Boss stood in the door looking at them with a pained face and playing nervously with his fingers.

“Are you two okay? We heard some yelling, and I pulled the short stick so I’m here to—”

But he was cut short by Thara who was on the door in a few long strides, pushed Boss back and closed the door on his startled face. Frong saw how he took a deep breath, the tension in his back visible and then he turned around and Frong instinctively wanted to take a step back. He didn’t know that face on Thara.

“You are not in love with Duen?”, Thara asked again and for all his bravery a few minutes ago Frong felt suddenly shy. He had confessed, hadn’t he?

He shook his head. It wasn’t like he could take his words back and even though Boss had been vague about the others and him hearing some ‘yelling’ Frong was sure that at least Bohn had already memorized what he had yelled at Thara.

There was no turning back.

“I’m not,” he said and swallowed nervously, “not with Duen.”

And he had no idea what he expected. All the situations he had played in his mind about him confessing his feelings hadn’t covered him yelling them at Thara.

And Thara. Thara looked at him and his eyes seemed darker and Frong realized that he never had seen him devoid of the little smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. Frong felt like he should make a joke, say something to lighten the mood but he couldn’t, he could only look back at Thara and then Thara let out a huge breath and leaned his head back, bumping it slightly against the door, the arch of his neck prominent, the swallow, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple and Frong’s mouth got dry.

“Come here,” Thara said suddenly and held his arm out, his head still rested back on the door and when Frong took more time than he apparently anticipated he moved his head back and repeated himself.

“Come here.”

Frong’s breath hitched. But his body moved on his own and he took Thara’s hand and the pull was strong and firm and made him let go of the cup, which crashed to the ground, but he was already against Thara’s body and Thara cupped his head and they fell against the door, a dull sound and Thara captures his surprised sound with his lips.

Frong fell into the kiss as if they had kissed a thousand times before. Frong had never felt claimed by a kiss, had never felt owned, but this was how he wanted to feel while being kissed he realized.

They parted, slowly, and Thara’s hands wouldn’t let him go far, the distance between them only centimetres.

“P’”, Frong murmured, a bit whiny and Thara smiled at him, a bit like Frong knew it, a bit like someone completely different and kissed him again.

end.

[mochikeiji]

You Found Me

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning: none, fluffy for my boy akaamshi uwu Writer!Reader, Aged Up characters.

↬ Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: He was just a fictional character, how can you be foolish enough to believe he were to be reincarnated and to be born in the same world as you live in? Will it even be possible for him to notice you in billions of people and far places?

⇢ Day 1: Reincarnation

You loved him.

More than words can describe.

"Love." can never be enough to portray the amount of adoration you had for this man. Nothing.

He doesn't know you.

He was just a character; written by people who held the most artistic perspectives into capturing a character's personality. They made him seem so real, so easy to love and to be succumbed into his entire being.

But he wasn't real.

Nor is he aware of the millions of eyes and fans from reality admiring him for simply being ethereal in his world of ink and colorful dialogues made by his author.

Nor will he be aware of the amount of love you were pouring out to his inexistence. To reciprocate the feelings, let alone acknowledge you from a crowd filled with much more dedicated people to him.

Yet every night you prayed; longed that one day there will be someone to be reborn as he is. A man to be born with that natural charismatic aura. The blunt, yet soft hearted soul of a person, the dedication he has shown in the show with his desr senior. Everything.

He was the embodiment of everything you wanted, needed.

Perfection at the most flawed world.

"Nobody compares to you, Keiji."

Day dreaming for what seemed like an everyday routine for you, you clicked on the next tab of your laptop away from the world of fictional sight— where mostly your safe haven is. Where you get to imagine a world with him and pondered back into your field of writing.

How long has it been since you've been off your draft? Was it 2 hours ago? Had you been submerged again with the same story you've memorized over the times you've read it? Well, no one can't help it. It was your coping mechanism, your escape from the cruel reality. Though the stories are imprinted in your mind and everyday dreams, you admired the fact how they were well written by different varieties of writers that came to admire his character and brought him to life. How they managed to make him and every character from the show come to life. It was as if all the scenarios you've wanted was all there, all granted. Except for one.

Where he was truly existing in the same world as you do.

"Well done, sweetie, you've lost another promised motivation to write." groaning with your head leaned back on your pillow, you closed your eyes for a short break. By instinct, the stories scenarios began playing inside your head.

All the fluffy ones that made your body feel somewhat lighter from the ghost, feathered kisses as you recalled the lines of your favorite ones. The ones where they would further describe how he would hold you in his arms like a fragile being, link his hands with yours, giving you his warm kisses as he presses you close to his chest.

The angst ones where he would be there to comfort you immediately, wiping away your tears as he helps you out of your struggles and battles in life. Letting him be your resting place and safety.

And lastly the explicit ones where you could only go so far to imagine the lewd things as the words from the screen pages come up to the surface and bound your body at his presence.

What a paradise, you would call.

Yet what a tragic for someone who longs for a person like that to be real.

Eyes opening after the self pitied thoughts, your sudden decision to go out in the cold, rainy afternoon came by. For a shy person you are, you never really liked the idea of squeezing in a crowd or to be seen, but as you eventually grew up, you begin to like places that felt like a second home to you. Be it a cafe or a bookshop, or just an area with a few people and closed walls where you were free to be in dazed once more.

Shutting you laptop closed and placing it back on your desk, you picked out some of your most comfortable clothing; mostly jogging pants and an adorable sweater. Having to be in highschool and growing out the habit of wearing long sleeved shirts even though it was hot was amusing to many. Though, today was exemptional.

You contemplated whether or not you would tie yor hair into a bun or leave it down, like that one character you read in your favorite show, he didn't like his field of vision to be wide. It brought a small amount of relief someone felt the same as you did, so you decided to just put it in a lower bun with your fringes hidig the sides of your face.

Grabbing you small bag and an umbrella, you walked out from your dorm. Your roommate had been stranded in her university from the sudden pouring, ordering her a coffee after coming back from the shop may be a good welcoming gift for her. She was the only person you managed to get close to at the time of your adulthood. It's only fair you have gotten attached and wanted to show her how much you love and appreciate her.

Thank goodness it was only pouring. If the rain happened to be coming with thunder and lightning, you would've gotten out and hid underneath your blankets. It isn't all the time you get to enjoy the droplets from the sky without the God of Thunder stomping down in anger.

The streets were absolutely stunning during the dark or gloomy weather, the lights from each building and shop were lighted up, combining with the rain and its pattering, it felt so serene to you than it did to others. The odd musk from the rain filling nostrils as your eyes cast upon the cemented streets that had colorful lights illuminating them, made you feel at ease and somehow your mind was starting to stir up multiple writing prompts and ideas that made you excited and happy.

The whole world disappearing before you as you were at the best day you claimed. The musk of the rain mixing up with the cinnamon and coffee like scent as you opened the door from the nearby cafe from your dorm welcomes you. Smiling shyly, you moved to the side a bit and removed your glasses to cleanse it as it got fogged up from the cool air before placing it back on your face and walked towards the cashier.

It was a miracle that the infamous coffee and sweets cafe of yours wasn't crowded today, managing to order quickly and waited on the other side of the counter. Your usual frappucino and a chocolate cake for your cravings.

"Ah, you're here again?"

The lovely male behind the counter chirped at the newly arrived customer. He was the nicest crew you knew in this cafe, you loved how he makes you feel at ease.

"Yeah, I got caught up in my papers and it went pouring all of a sudden."

"Always a workaholic aren't we, Kei?"

Kei? Cute name.

Kinda reminds you of that tall, player in the show you watched, Tsukishima.

"Wait there for a second, we're preparing two orders."

In instinct of the male's voice, you scooted away from the receiving counter a little for the next person to be standing next to you. You really didn't like sitting to waot for your order, who knows? You might trip and cause an embarrassing accident.

His scent however, was filling in your nostrils. Combining with the soft, delicious treats, he smelled like someone you would love to hug for days and feel safe. He smelled like home.

Was that weird? Yes.

Suddenly, this scene had made a perfect prompt pop in your head, you had to fish out your phone from your bag to write it down on your notes. It had been too long since you've written a good story. You missed your passion in writing, a good opportunity will never be passed as this.

"Do you write as well?"

Squeaking a bit with your palms already forming a sweat from nervousness and the cold air, you turned your head to your left side of the male costumer, who had an amused smile at his face from your reaction.

You wete never one to come and talk to a random stranger as a kid and teenager. But even as an adult, you felt inferior of them. But taking a few seconds to regain your breathing and judging by your surroundings, nothing seemed to be harmful to reply, right?

"A-ah, yeah, but it's not that good or a job, y'know?....Just a hobby."

Stuttering out and muttering the last part, inside your head you were screaming, had you lost your people skills too? Soft chuckling can be heard from him, he gives you a small smile, not noticing how he scooted closer to you since he couldn't quite hear your voice from afar.

"I think it's incredible how a person can put their imaginations into words and share it so freely to everyone across the world."

Heart beating fast.

He hits it home. He was definitely speaking the language of a writer, and you find yourself standing straighter and smiling a bit wider. There wasn't much people that shared your interest, your relatives and friends were always into musical and artistic drawings, or the domestic kind of jobs and talents. You were the only one who loved writing so much and pursued secretly. Meeting someone who shared the same thought and words as you cannot be forgotten.

You had to know him.

"Thank you..I take it you write as well?"

Score, you manage out a normal reply without being awkward.

"An editor to be exact, it's not as fun as it sounds. I was aiming for literature but it seems life wanted me to have a little detour."

Nothing was boring. In fact, it was making you more happy to hear how much you had in common with him. Not able to hold back the next words, you blurted out,

"I think it's amazing you're still part of the writing community. Be it any position I know you must have such potential in your work."

You catch his eyes just staring at yours behind his glasses. Biting your lip in habit gor when you feel nervous, you clamps your hands together and immediately stammered an apology for invading his personal life.

He laughs, but not too loudly.  The longer you reviewed his features and everything, the more he was starting to look like someone you've been day dreaming.

No, fate cannot be this powerful.

But he seemed so much like him that you wanted so badly to point your fingers to all the matched characteristics he was performing. From his outfit, hair, glasses, and his feature but more realistic, different. His eyes weren't the same gun metal ones as you remember from that character, but he radiates so much of his aura.

"Here are your orders, Kei, ma'am."

Ah damn, you didn't catch his name.

The both of you thanked the kind male before walking away from the counter. Scanning your surroundings quickly for a good spot to sit, you saw the free spot by the window where the rain was pattering and went there. It was like having a television show for free. Seeting your tray down the small coffee table, you stabbed in the straw to your beverage and mixed it up a bit before taking a sip, feeling empty and sad from not getting to know who that person was or to befriend him.

He was nice, gentle, something you would in a man before befriending them. You wanted to know more about his works and his ways of writing, maybe show you his ideas on literature writing. But mostly, you were intrigued from his entire existence.

You wanted to know more about him that it made your stomach twist in guilt and regret from the opportunity slipping away.

"May I sit here?"

And it slipped right back to you.

Biting the straw in your mouth as he smiled at you holding his tray of waffle and steaming coffee, awaiting for your permission before you nod out of daze and watched as he takes a seat in front of you.

Cliche was the first word that came up in your mind. You never would've thought that the scenario of a cute boy in glasses and a sweater hugging his body would want to be seated in a cafe with you.

And you loved cliche scenarios, even dreamed of having your own story-like life.

"The cafe is pretty empty, and you looked like you could use some company."

"I didn't take it that you enjoyed company so I sat far away.."

"You're right, I'm not. I wonder why now."

Was this his way of flirting? If it was, you're buying it. You loved how his voice was smooth and calm. The stoic look on his face earlier replaced by a pleased one with a small smile while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Maybe because I look lonely and you felt bad?"

"I simply wanted to enjoy my treat while chatting with someone who knows my interest rather than myself. Besides,"

He places down his cup on the tray before leaning his head a bit and smiling,

"It's not bad to get out of my shell now, right?"

His face stayed up close as yours was heating with your body getting ligther. He looked like him, he acts like him when he was all grown up. You didn't want to believe in the source of reincarnation and their mysterious, yet hopeful glimmer, but you knew. You knew and you would bet everything that this person was the perfect resemblance to the Akaashi Keiji.

"You never told me your name."

It came out like a whisper from your lips, the rain outside pouring harder as night fall came. He remains the same, smiling like a cheeky person, now fully interested in a person like you, a random stranger whom he just caught writing a romance prompt about a man she met in a cafe.

The detour his life had turned around for him to take, and yours to be fulfilled.

All the possibilities or unexplainable books, movies, theories. The characters, the events, all now making you dizzy at the idea of it all being true at a specific time and place. All of it was too good to be true. Too much that it made your eyes a bit teary to have finally encounter the person who has raised you high and kept you moving. The person who could never compare to the other people, be it fiction or reality.

"My name is, Keiji."

[sunseteyes]

hello! i hope you're having a good day/evening wherever you are! may I request tokitou yuichiro, heavy angst, with prompts 15. "who do you think you are?" and 32. "i'm here for you! can't you see?" thank you so much! you write beautifully :33

prompt 15. “Who do you think you are?”

prompt 32. “I’m here for you! Can’t you see?”

you had known yuichiro for years, probably better than he does.

so when you suddenly saw yuichiro in someone else’s arms, you were happy for him, because he finally had someone else who understands him too, not just you and his brother.

but what was that throbbing feeling inside your chest? one that you always felt whenever you see yuichiro with his partner, as if it was aching to tear itself from inside of you and walk far away into the ends of the earth.

ah, you realized, you like him.

scratch that, you love him. you love yuichiro and now it’s your fault that you let this happen.

“i can’t believe she’s making me dress up and attend to that stupid party of her friend.” there was irritation in his voice but you could sense that those words were only words and he isn’t really that affected by his situation. 

but you were silent. before, you really liked it whenever he comes to you, but now it only adds salt in your wounds, burning it further and further until you’d become numb of the pain. 

although that doesn’t mean you would deny that you only stay because it was him--you like him, of course you’re also selfish about wanting to spend time with the person that your heart is also longing for, even if he already belongs to someone else. and besides, it will be very obvious for yuichiro if you’ll ignore or purposely stay away from him.

no matter how much you disliked it, he knows you better than yourself too.

“should i go?” you snap back to reality and gripped onto the strap of your bag when you made eye contact with the boy, his orbs gleaming, rivaling the light that the sun brings from behind him as he peers at you over his shoulder, it was a normal day today, where you, muichiro and yuichiro should be walking to school early in the morning. unfortunately, the younger sibling was at home sick thus, leaving you alone with the older on.

“what do you think?” he pursues, clearly wanting for your opinion on this matter.

you bit your lip as it ached to say “don’t go.” instead, you forced a “you should go.” to go out, sounding a bit strained but at least you managed.

“she’s your girl friend. support her as much as you want her to support you.”

he purses his lips, pondering over your answer as you internally sighed, relieved from your ability to control yourself.

now it was true that yuichiro knows you just as much as you know him. and it shows especially today, the day you had been at your lowest. usually, you’d call him to vent out your feelings and have him return a snarky remark so that your emotions will subside and you’ll somehow cope up. but that won’t happen for today, because he’s out partying with his girlfriend, like he had mentioned before. 

it was deemed to be true until you suddenly found him knocking on your window that night.

your brows were furrowed and your eyes were puffy. you dragged yourself to move to the window and open it, the cold night breeze entering the four corners of your bedroom and passing by your shivering body.

“hey” he greets, wearing his usual facade and a suit that fits well to his frame. you wanted to compliment him but a question comes out of your mouth.

“what are you doing here?”

actually, two questions. “are you not attending with your girlfriend in a party?”

he scoffs as he backs away and sits on the roof, beckoning you to join him. and once you did, you sat yourself a bit far away from him--to which he noticed.

he settles himself near you without another word and removes his tuxedo, placing it on your shoulders, making you covered in warmth and his scent--the boyish but fresh natural scent that you liked about him.

you did not say anything, but you hid yourself under your arms that were tucked on top of your knees, hiding the blush that was probably on your face from his gentlemanly actions.

“it’s boring so i snuck out.” he says before turning his face to you. “and besides, i heard you didn’t got accepted to the lead role today.” 

it was just a measly class play. and he was not supposed to know that. so of course, your initial reaction was shocked, but you masked it with irritation and harshness, the topic being sensitive enough due to the current situation that you stuck yourself with in regards to your feelings for him. 

“shut up, i don’t want to talk about it.”

“you do”

“no, i don’t. stop it yui.”

“i know you do, (y/n). stop being an idiot.” 

appalled, you glared at him, “i said i don’t didn’t i? you should stop being an idiot.”

he grits his teeth and his jaw clenches, but his eyes told another story. “(y/n), i know you’re hurt. i’m here for you! can’t you see?” 

and there was something in his voice, a wavelength you had never heard before, a pitch that created tinglings in your arm along with the coldness that the air had brought.

but still, you resisted.

“who do you think you are?”

he purses his lips again, contemplation written all over his face like a script of a play, one that you could see and read but never fully understand because you were only a reader, and a reader’s interpretation were not exactly what the writer was trying to tell. it can be close, but it will never have the exact same feeling and perspective. “stop acting like you’re my boyfriend, yuichiro.” the words slipped out of your mouth, smooth and sleek, like it was what had been on your mind since the very beginning.

then, for the very first time, you suddenly couldn’t read him, as if your words had power and it caused him to suddenly lock himself and refused to give you entrance to his feelings. 

he turns his gaze away and stands up abruptly, his long hair flowing behind him like it was performing a dance. 

“you’re right.” he speaks, monotoned and blank, as if the person speaking was soulless. “i’m not your boyfriend. i’m the idiot one who thought I was. sorry about that.”

and you didn’t stop him as he climbs down from your usual spot, walking towards his own house without turning back and glance at you nor his tuxedo that he unlikely forgot and just let you keep it so you wouldn’t get cold--even if the confines of your warm room was just behind you and his was still a few blocks away.

you gripped your hands onto it and tears formed on the corner of your eyes, forcing yourself to stay put. 

you know him. yui knows you.

he would be expecting you to follow him and sit on their own roof just to apologize to him and for you to return his tuxedo.

but you didn’t you wouldn’t.

because you can’t pretend that loving your best friend in a romantic way is okay, especially now that he has someone who should be enough to do that. and if it takes you to resist now to move on later, then you’d do it. even if it hurts.

i wanna cry. this became too personal for me (ノ_<。) muiyui had been hitting me with angst lately and it’s raining often here too. maybe that’s why i’m getting emotional lmao

anyways, tomorrow is the last day for hurt week! if i don’t finish writing for requests, i’ll still do it but i won’t be accepting more after tomorrow~ if you want to request more, best do it now  (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

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