#ive had this in my drafts for a while now... seemed like the time

[icewindandboringhorror]

recent lounging babey images

[dawntheduckrb]

Low resolution borb chilling on the curb

[toastsnaffler]

I have to be up for work in 3 hours and I'm gonna be real I think ive hit the point where I might not be getting any sleep at all. for fucks sake.

[sserajeans]

bff premium?

kang haerin x fem! reader

synopsis: after distancing yourself from a friend you've unfortunately fallen for, the rest of the group catches onto her sour mood, and all fingers point to you

genre + others: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, non-idol au, high school setting, friend group is rly just nwjns + yn

notes: i swear yail update will come i just had this in my drafts and felt bad for not posting for a while!!, requested, IM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG I REALLY WANTED TO BE IN TBE MOOD WHEN I WROTE THIS 😭😭😭😭 luckily haerin posted some pics that ive gotten completely insane over.. so!

you and haerin always had something special between the both of you.

you two met in middle school, when your homeroom teacher was assigning seats. she was a quiet kid, and so were you, but one of you had to get over it. so when the class was given a paired activity to "get-to-know each other", you were forced to come out of your shell, and haerin welcomed you (surprisingly) warmly.

it started off as a strictly-seatmate type of friendship, where you two would only interact whenever it was needed. but as you spent more and more time working on assigned activities together, you were beginning to realize that maybe you enjoyed her company more than you thought, and so did she.

eventually, you two began spending time together outside of class; during recess, lunchtime, sometimes after class in the library. it didn't take long until the both of you became really close, a known tandem. you were her closest friend, she was yours, and everyone knew that.

over time, your friends became hers as well, and so whenever everyone was free, your little friend group composed of minji, hanni, danielle, haerin, hyein, and you, would hang out together. at a clubroom, the courtyard, the gymnasium, a cafe, the cafeteria, anywhere.

but no matter how many close friends surrounded you two, it seemed clear to anyone that you were closer to each other than anyone else. the same way hanni was to hyein, and minji was to danielle.

now your feelings for haerin grew a couple years later, and you only admitted them to yourself in your sophomore year of high school. that's about four years or so since you two met, and about a year ago from today.

from the beginning, you had always found haerin pretty. it wasn't hard to admit. she was nice to look at, and the way her cat-like eyes turned into crescent moons whenever she smiled ear to ear... yeah, you knew you were enjoying it a little too much.

and it only worsened the more you got to know each other, because you found out there were so many things to adore.

the way she wouldn't stop talking about frogs, her love for tomatoes, her eyes and the way she blinks slowly when she looks at something she loves (a cat-like habit you picked up when she was watching a recipe video for an avocado dish).

the list could go on and on if no one stopped you, and after talking about it to your mom (who was very supportive of everything, by the way), you came to the conclusion that you liked haerin, in a "more-than-a-friend way".

but you had no idea, not a single clue, on what to do with that realization. what would happen if you told her? if you didn't? would she feel the same? would she be disgusted if she didn't?

crushes and romance was one of the most untouched conversation topics between the two of you, so you had no idea if she was even open to such ideas.

but the one thing you knew for sure, was that she was your best friend, and you were hers. you loved your best friend, and so did she. in a different way, or not, you felt like she still deserved to know. you hated hiding things from her, and history proves it only made things worse whenever you did.

so you decided to confess. great!

and suddenly you see her acting all lovey dovey with danielle.

well, in retrospect, they weren’t exactly being lovey dovey, and you kind of knew that.

danielle was just big on affection, as she was to everyone, and is one of the few people whose pda was complied with (or tolerated) by haerin.

and despite not being much of a pda fan, in that moment, you badly wanted to be in danielle’s place, comfortably smothering your best friend with all the love in the world.

oh, and it didn’t help that people started a couple rumors about them being a couple.

sure, everyone knew you were each other’s number one, each other’s best of best friend, but the way you two showed affection with each other was very different from the way danielle does, to again, everyone, but you didn’t care about that.

the bitter sting in your stomach seeing the two of them made you realize that it was probably a much better idea to just get rid of your feelings (you’re an idiot, you’ve had them for years. they won’t just go away). after all you didn’t want to ruin what you had with two of your closest friends.

and with that goal in mind, so began your plan to avoid kang haerin at all costs!

you’re really stupid.

in the process of avoiding haerin, you indirectly were avoiding the rest of the girls too. you mostly hung out with your other classmates from different subjects like woonhak and eunchae. and whenever you were asked about it by hanni (mostly), you shrugged it off and said it was just “school things you needed help with”.

it was a dumb excuse. everyone knew you were at least top 5 of the class. and what kind of help were you getting if you were going out to places like arcades and karaoke spots anyways?

the girls were bothered, but not as much as haerin was. she was often visibly in a sour mood, ate half of her usual cafeteria servings, and would talk a lot less than she already did.

they were worried for the both of you simultaneously, but hyein and minji put two and two together, which only doubled their worry.

initially, it was just you and haerin's separate well-being they were concerned about, but now that they realized the time frame in which you began distancing yourself matched up with when haerin's mood went down, they were now also worried about what could've happened between you two.

so they took it amongst themselves to at least know what was going on.

"haerin-ah."

"haerin."

"kang."

"kang haerin!"

haerin looked up from her untouched tray of food, her chopsticks poking around slices of beef in sauce.

"hm?"

minji sat across her as the first two to arrive in their usual lunch table.

"i was asking if anything happened between you and y/n or something..."

"oh..."

haerin looked back down and continued playing around with her food before sighing and looking back up, muttering a couple words.

"wish i knew."

"y/n-unnie! is something up between you and haerin-unnie?"

"huh? what?" you were sat in the sound proofed booth of the music room, guitar plugged in an amplifier. you squinted at hyein's figure from outside the room, putting your guitar on its stand and motioning her to come inside.

"can you repeat that? i can't really hear anything from in there..." scratching the back of your neck, you gave hyein a seat from behind the booth's drum sets.

"i was asking!" hyein took a deep breath, you raised your eyebrows signaling her to continue. "if you and haerin-unnie have something going on."

"h-huh? what? what something?"

"no not like that! i meant you know, did you fight or... 'cause she's been so sour lately! she wouldn't even give me her leftover tomatoes... she wasn't even gonna eat them! like at all!"

the expression on your face shifted to what most would identify as worry and concern.

"...she hasn't been eating the tomatoes? she loves those..."

"yeah! and so much more! anyways, minji-unnie and i deduced it was about you, so here i am." hyein gleamed with pride while you chuckled in amusement.

you leaned over to mess with the top of her head and sighed, "i'll talk to her. you don't worry about a thing, okay?"

and you kept your word to the younger girl. how could you not?

you spotted haerin alone in one of the clubrooms, cleaning up some of the materials they used for the day. knocking on the room's door startled her a bit, given by the minor flinch, but she relaxed seeing it was you.

still, you could tell her facial expression was slightly guarded, and it hurt you, but you definitely deserved it.

she turned back around to continue organizing the materials into three separate boxes, not saying a word.

"hyein said you haven't been eating the tomatoes in your lunch." you slowly took your steps towards her and stopped when you were a couole steps away on the other side of the desk she used to arrange the items. "or your lunch at all..."

she paused to look up at you and give you a short glare, before walking to move a box to the teacher's desk in the room. you followed a few steps behind her, arms behind your back as your fingers fiddled with each other.

"you shouldn't... skip your meals, you know..." you muttered, clearly intimidated by haerin’s cold facade. "health... you need to eat..."

seeing as how you still had no reply, you decided it was probably best to just go straight to the point.

"hey... i'm sorry..."

you were used to haerin not saying that much, especially when you got to know her more and she explained that it was simply just too tiring. but you were also always the exception to that.

whenever it was just the two of you, one would be surprised to see haerin as the louder one. talkative, always rambling about something, while you smiled, nodded, and gave comments whenever necessary.

"yangi, please say something"

haerin loved that nickname more than anything. it was pretty foul to pull that card, actually. you came up with it when you two were having a friendly debate over what animal she resembled.

"i don't know where you're getting cat, y/n."

"are you crazy? how are you getting frog!"

"literally everything!"

"no. you're simply incorrect. you're literally a cat in human form!"

"absolutely not!"

"whatever you say, goyangi."

"what did you just call me?"

"go-yang-i. goyangi. go. yangi."

"you're so... annoying."

"okay, yangi."

she let out a frustrated sigh, looking up at you with what felt like her eyes piercing through your soul.

"so you get to disappear on me without a word, but i have to reply when you speak to me for the first time in 8 days?"

yes, she's been counting the days.

but wouldn't you be too if she did the same?

well, you probably would've confronted her a little sooner. but it's not that haerin didn't care enough to do something about it, she just genuinely didn't want to overstep space you might've been needing.

"thats what i thought." she let go of the box, turned her back, and walked back to the desks to grab the 2nd box.

"look... i'm sorry, i really am." you immediately caught up to her with a few steps, eyes pleading with nothing but guilt.

"if you are then can you at least tell me why you were avoiding me?"

she stared at you, observing how your thumbs rubbed over your fingers, or how your breathing got a little heavy, both nervous habits she picked up.

noting how you probably weren't going to say much anytime soon, she let go of the 2nd box to face you.

"you're my best friend, y/n"

that hurt didn't it?

a reminder that that was probably all you were going to be to her.

"do you know how..." haerin took a deep inhale, it was beginning to get shaky. her mind was a mess, thinking of the best words to express the hurt you made her feel over the past few days. but she couldn't.

"nevermind."

knowing the way haerin acted added on to your internal conflict. haerin usually wasn't afraid to speak her mind when it was just the two of you, but now she is. she couldn't. and you knew it was your fault.

but were you really ready to tell her you liked her? now? you wanted to show her you were sorry, but it really wasn't that easy.

if things go wrong, she could continue the game and avoid you forever. and just like that you'd lose your best friend, ruining the group's dynamics as well.

but you figured your brain was just making up excuses for you to not tell her out of fear. what mattered the most now was letting her know you were sorry, and that hurting her was never part of the plan.

"look, i'll tell you, because i really truly am sorry for hurting you," you start off, hands in the air motioning whatever. "but i-... i need you to promise me..."

"what?" her voice was much softer now. still cold, but not sharp enough to make it feel like you were stabbed every time she spoke.

"that you won't be... weirded out, or disgusted, or leave the room. you'll talk about it with me."

"you're the one whos been avoiding the talking y/n, i hope you know that."

you often forget how quick she was with her words. it was like a whip. painful, fast, happens before you even noticed it did. you were just so used to her nicer side. she's never been frustrated with you.

"right..."

you took a deep breath, mentally composing a script of how you felt and how you were going to say it. just like the million times you've practiced to the mirror at home.

"i've been avoiding you 'cause i think i like you. or, well, i know i like you. in a more than a friend way. and i have been for a while, and i was going to tell you because i didn't like hiding things from you, but i saw you with dani one day and i just- i don't know. okay? it's stupid. i know she's like that with everyone, but i didn't like it when she was with you, so i decided that i'd rather just get rid of how i felt to make it easier and to not ruin any of our friendships. so i figured the only way to do that was if i didn't talk to you. clearly that affected us both in a way i didn't want or intend. i'm sorry i ignored you. it was selfish of me to not think about how you could've felt throughout everything."

haerin took a minute just standing there, trying to process the hell of a bomb of information you just dropped on her. her cheeks were gradually growing red the more she realized what you were trying to tell her.

"hey... hello... did you hear what i was saying... or do i have to repeat it... because i'd really rather not..." you waved your palm in front of the girl who seemed to be frozen in place. "but if that's what it takes then i guess tha—"

you stopped talking as haerin slowly approached you, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face on your shoulder. she was careful to do so slowly, giving you a chance to move away if you needed to. she knows you're not into physical touch, and it just wasn't exactly the norm for the two of you.

"i was worried."

"hey, i've been eating fine. it's you tha-"

"no, not that. i was worried you might've overheard dani and i talk about you when i told her i like you, and that you were disgusted by it and didn't want to be... associated with me because of it. and maybe you just didn't know how to tell me so you went with the silent treatment.... i was going nuts, y/n. that's why hyein was talking about skipping lunch and whatever. all i could think about was why."

you could feel the guilt eating you up bit by bit on the inside. it quite literally broke your heart to hear haerin, the girl with not a lot of words, express the effect of what you did. it was like acid, burning up your stomach, your chest, your head. except that acid was guilt.

"oh god... i'm so sorry, yangi... the whole thing was a really selfish move and— and i should've thought about you first. i really am so so sorry..."

you held her closer and softly shifted your body weight from one foot to the other, swaying the two of you softly, somewhat like a cradle calming a baby down to sleep.

"hey... it's okay... i know you didn't mean it. i'm just glad we're fine now."

you two stay in that position for a couple of minutes, feeling each other relax over time as a result of finally resolving the conflict you had caused.

that was until haerin broke the silence.

"so... hate to be the person to ask but..."

"what are we?"

the two of you laughed for a while at how the question was so cliche and cringe yet necessary.

"yes."

"bff premium?"

"y/n!"

"i'm kidding! i'm kidding! but... i say we take things slow? get a little used to this, whatever it is, whatever it could be?"

"yeah, i like that."

the two of you smiled at each other with nothing but warmth and care, before ultimately pulling in for another hug.

"minji-unnie you owe me 2,000 won."

"hyein you're being too loud."

"huh do you hea-?..." haerin pulled away with a surprised face, interrupted by y/n quickly stomping towards the door, slamming it open to reveal minji and hyein falling forward to the floor. a result of relying on the door for support.

"seriously? i expected hyein, but minji-unnie?" you sighed in disappointment, haerin walking over to see what the fuss was all about.

"listen, it's for hanni she placed bets too."

"...lame excuse."

"KANG HAERIN!"

[rainstops]

my favorite alcohol problem

scaramouche x gn!reader fluff

summary: scaramouche started drinking to stop thinking about you, and suddenly ended up in your bed. someone help him

a/n: this is so unrealistic,, i think. either way ive been trying to fight the urge to write this but did end up giving in. also, I am just dropping this here to go right back to being on hiatus cuz this has been living in my drafts..

warnings: mentioning of alcohol consumption

wc: 1.5k

it was late. by far past 1 am. you were out with your friends to celebrate a birthday, and for whatever reason they were now going to go drinking at the bar next door. you excused yourself and told them that you couldn't stay any longer, but you’d still accompany them into the bar and then leave. 

as soon as you stepped foot into the bar, you saw a familiar someone laying with their head on the counter. your friends chose a place to sit, and while you said goodbye to them, you were already walking over to the familiar someone. 

it was scaramouche, who you knew from your college classes. from all the times the both of you had worked together, you knew that he wasn't the nicest person to be around. 

“what are you doing here at this time”, you asked scaramouche, and you couldn't tell if he was asleep or just too drunk to respond. 

you put a hand on his shoulder and tried shaking him, to which he somewhat tried to sit up. 

“why the hell are you drinking?”, you tried asking again. 

yet scaramouche in his drunken state leaned against you, and mumbled something which you at first couldn't make out. 

“this… this is all your fault!”, he slurred. 

“mine?! i wasn't even here”, you argued, but at the lack of a response, you decided that it was time to act. you couldn't just leave him here. like this he probably didn't even remember his way home or his address. 

“come on, let's get you out of here”, you slipped an arm under his arm and tried supporting him since he didn't seem like walking was something he could do on his own. 

suddenly the bartender stopped you. 

“excuse me, but he didn't pay yet”, the woman behind the counter looked like she felt somewhat sorry for you. 

you groaned and reluctantly pulled out your card. 

“here but it on this card”, the woman nodded and went to close his tab and pay. 

“you owe me big time scara”, you said to the guy you were almost carrying by the way he was slumping against you. 

“thank you, have a good night!”, the woman handed you your card back and you nodded with a very forced smile. 

as soon as you stepped foot outside the bar, you realized that you had no idea where scara even lived. you knew none of his friends who you could call, and have never been at his place. whenever you needed to work on a project together, you just met in the college library with him.  

screw it you thought. 

you sat scaramouche, who still hasn't said a word ever since he blamed you for his drinking, in the passenger seat of your car, and decided to just drive to your apartment. if he was going to complain to you about waking up at your place, you were sure as hell never going to help him with anything ever again. 

at your apartment, you started contemplating who slept where. you sure as hell didn't want to sleep on the couch, and since you already helped scaramouche out of the stupid situation he was in, why would you let him sleep on your bed? 

but the people-pleaser side of yours, in the end won and you did let him sleep on your bed. 

“here drink this”, you said while almost forcing a glass of water into the drunken man's hand. 

scaramouche drank the glass faster than you ever could, and held it out for you to put it on the bedside table like you were taking care of a child. 

you were about to walk out of the room when you heard a low whine. 

“what?”, you turned around. 

and there he sat, arms crossed across his chest and an angry pout on his face. with his head turned away from you, he mumbled something which you once again couldn't make out. 

“repeat that?”

“don’t… go”, scaramouches voice was barely above a whisper, and you wondered how much alcohol did he actually have? 

despite almost having to laugh at scaramouches weird request, you decided not to laugh at him because who knew how much he was going to remember from this night? 

“Scaramouche, I'm tired I just want to go to sleep”, and when you turned around to leave, you almost jumped at the feeling of a hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. 

“sleep here…”, scaramouche repeated and stared down at the floor. despite him not looking at you, you could tell that his face was flushed. yet wether that was because of the alcohol, or because he was asking you to sleep in the same bed as him.

you were about to argue with him, when scaramouche simply pulled you into bed with a yelp from you. 

the moment you were lying next to him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and fell asleep. not even pulling the blanket up or whatever. trying to get up was no use since he was going to wrap himself tighter around you whenever you tried.

he was so going to flip out when he woke up…

scaramouche happened to be the first one to wake up, and the first thing he noticed was the pounding headache. he barely remembered anything from the previous night. that was when he noticed you snuggled up against him. 

the first thing scaramouche decided to do was scream. well, almost. he slapped a hand over his mouth. next followed question after question running through his mind.

next he wanted to wake you, but wait- wouldn't that just be even more embarrassing? besides you looked so peaceful there next to him… wait what. 

then he remembered. 

the only reason he went drinking last night was to finally get you off his mind. for the past few weeks he could do nothing but think off you, even if he didn't want to. everything he saw reminded him of you. so he thought drinking could solve his problem. 

scaramouche even remembered parts of your conversation, the way you asked him why he was drinking, and he blamed it on you. drinking was just a last resort, since scaramouche had tried everything to finally forget you and nothing had worked. every thought and every action led back to you, and scaramouche was sick of it. it made his heart beat so hard, it was practically begging to jump out of his chest.

scaramouche sat up, his heart pounding faster than the headache in his head. what was he supposed to do now? 

he could leave and never speak to you off this again - assuming that you wont mention it to him - and live his life like nothing ever happened, but… is that what he wanted to do? this might be one of his only chances to be this close to you. 

that was when you moved and turned around to lean against scaramouches arm which was supporting his sitting form. it was pathetic to admit, but such a simple act led to scaramouches face heat up.

he was sure whatever he did next was because he was still tired. or because of the alcohol from last night. he was never going to admit the real reason for this not even to himself. 

yet he still lifted up his hand and reluctantly and slowly stroke your hair. first those strokes were barely even headpats, but it slowly turned into full playing with your hair and caressing your face. 

to scaramouches dismay, you were never a very heavy sleeper, so his actions woke you up rather quickly. 

scaramouche did not even notice how your eyes slowly opened and turned to look at him. he was way to busy admiring how beautifully your hair twirled around his finger. 

yet when he looked back at your face, he saw you with your eyes now open and your softly smiling face. it took him a second to process what had just happened, but he just blinked and suddenly scrambled away from you. 

his face was now redder than anything you have seen before and his mouth was wide open in shock. 

you on the other hand tried sitting up while laughing so hard that it was surely going to give you a stomach ache if you kept laughing. 

“s-stop laughing! you- i-”, scaramouche had no way of communicating with how flustered he currently was. 

after just a little while, you had calmed down though, and where only giggling a little. by then scaramouche was ready to ask you tons and tons of questions. well he wished that was the case, but instead of forming full questions in his head, there were only a bunch of question marks scattered across all the events from the previous night. 

“I- what were you even thinking making me sleep here?!”, was the only thing he could blurt out. 

“me? this isnt my fault!”, you replied still wearing a wide grin on your face. 

“what are you-”, scaramouche was so ready to blame everything on you, until he remembered the way he pulled you into bed with him and then hugged you so tight you could barely leave. 

“oh”, was all scaramouche could say as he lowered his head, completely at a loss for words. 

part 2?

[honey-flustered]

Made With Love (Fluff)

Eddie Munson x Crocheter!Soft!GF!Plus!Reader

Summary: You love making gifts for your boyfriend and his cool uncle. And Eddie just simply adores you.

A/N: Just short draft that ive kept for a while now because i just didn’t know what to do with it. So ive decided to publish it as it is so that in the meantime i can get my shit together.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: inexperienced!reader and eddie, plus size reader, hinted!autistic reader, eddie being a simp for reader, lots of fluff, wayne being reader’s number 1 supporter (don’t tell eddie 🤭), sexually suggestive language and behavior, some body worship, kissing, cuddling

Eddie Munson is the luckiest man in the world. No really because just how did he manage to get a girl like you in his arms? You went beyond his criteria of a perfect girl which was simply to be a woman. But you’ve exceeded in ways he could have never imagined.

For one, you’ve got amazing taste in music. Despite the differences in your music genres, you both appreciate the variety and exchange songs all the time. Second, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Eddie knew he loved rubenesque women but you were all that and more. He swears could die and go to heaven at the feeling of your thick thighs and soft belly as you’d lay his head on either part. And not to mention that beautiful face he yearns to see smiling at him constantly with those enchanting eyes that seem to twinkle endlessly.

Lastly—a fact about you that has both facts, one and two, beat—you’re awfully talented. You bake, paint, and, best of all, you crochet.

You crochet just about everything and he admires it. The best part is you always came up with the most interesting things that even Eddie wasn’t sure he needed.

Currently, you and Eddie were curled up on his couch. Your eyes wandering his shaky lean frame while his eyes stays glued to the television set, a gentle hand caressing your thigh.

You pride yourself for being an observant one, a skill you’ve had to perfect throughout your childhood in order to understand the world around you. And because you’re so observant, nothing gets passed you including the way he continues to shiver beside you.

“Something wrong?” You ask, concerned.

“Just my unusually cold wrists as always,” Eddie sighs. “Strangely specific, I know. It’s the chain bracelet and leather cuffs. The silver and leather are like ice against my skin with this freezing ass weather.”

You smile brightly, clapping your hands in excitement. “Actually, I have just the thing for this little issue.”

“Oh, do you?” Eddie smirks, nose scrunching up in amusement.

“Mhm,” You nod as you began rummaging through your bumblebee bag (crocheted by yours truly). “Close you eyes.”

“‘Kay.” He obeys with a smile never leaving his face.

Rushing up to stand in front of the television set, you held the items behind your back before commanding your boyfriend to open his eyes once more.

“So…I’ve noticed the way you rub your wrists for the friction to radiate some heat because they’re always so cold lately. And I also notice that when the cold becomes to unbearable you’re forced to remove your wrist accessories,” You began your spiel as if you’re in an infomercial. “Why should you sacrifice style or possibly losing your accessories because of naked wrists? Well not anymore with my handy dandy…wrist bands!”

You shoot your hands up and out in front of you, dangling each red and white patterned wristband in either hand. “I also call them Eds Bracelet Warmers as a placeholder product name.”

“That’s metal!” Eddie praises, standing up to study the bands closely. You release them into his hands and he stares down at them in awe, sliding each onto his arm and making a little show of them before his attention resumes back on you.

“Do you like it?” You say rocking back and forth on your heels anxiously.

“I love it! It’s the best gift you’ve ever given me.”

You snort out a giggle. “You say that with every crochet I’ve made you.”

“I was wrong all the other times. I mean, as much as I love the crocheted mug warmers, pillows, and seat cover…I’m thinking this might top them all. Just look at the detailing on this. You’re like a goddamn Picasso. Thank you, sweetheart,” Eddie says with a hand on his chest, letting you know just how much you’ve touched his heart. Then he suddenly grows shy, tapping his index fingers together as he avoids your gaze. “Permission to hold you. Maybe…kiss you a little.”

“You don’t have to ask,” You run into his embrace, cupping his face in your hands to plant a searing hot kiss onto his lips. With the mixture of your forwardness and his knee-buckling reaction, he’s sent falling back against the couch with you still in his arms.

You scramble to peel yourself off from above him, not wanting to put to much pressure on his slender frame. And yet he interlocks his fingers together right on your lower back, keeping you still. “Wait, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never, baby,” Eddie says, bringing a hand up to your face to caress your cheek. He then traces his thumb faintly around your lips. “I want you on me all the time.”

He suddenly becomes nervous, a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks. He’s nervous under your alluring gaze, aware that you’re clocking every shift and change in his facial features and mood. Embarrassingly, he had an erection that you no doubt felt in between your bodies and pressing against your belly. Eddie decides to release you from his full grasp.

Instead of pulling away, you draw his thumb into your mouth slowly, pursing your lips around them as you look him through your lashes and half-lidded eyes.

He chokes out an audible whine, even the inside of your mouth felt good. He’s never wanted to explore it this badly. When you pull your mouth around the digit with a pop, Eddie’s quick to cup your face now and shoves his tongue into your mouth. He takes control of the motions, gradually rolling your bodies over so that he’d end up on top.

His eager hands glide up your smooth skin of your thighs, pushing up your dress that fit snug around you. Your hands entangle themselves in his hair, letting your long nails lightly scratch his scalp.

You and Eddie have been soft lovers with one another, taking your time and being patient with one another regarding physical affection. It took a lot for the two of you to feel comfortable enough to ask each other for touches and eventual kisses. You’d say you’ve gotten pretty far.

Sometimes, things would get heated and you’d be concerned that it might lead to sex considering you’re both virgins. However, aside from your anxieties and insecurities, you actually did feel as if you’re ready to give yourself to him. But ever the gentleman, Eddie is usually one to call it quits.

But with his lips moving against your own so passionately, you couldn’t see how he’d pull away now. Especially not when you’ve got fistful of his Hellfire club shirt in your hands to prevent him from doing so.

Nonetheless, he pulls away much to your chagrin. The faint reminder of his lips against yours still felt by you in the span of a millisecond. You wish that feeling could linger forever.

He stares down at you, examining the look on your face. It’s your turn to hold him still against you, your nails burrowing in his exposed lower back.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie begins as if in a trance.

“Yes…Eddie.”

“I think…that I—”

The swinging of the creaky, trailer door is enough to lurch you both apart, sitting in your designated seats on the couch. Uncle Wayne enters the room with a hand over one eye and an outstretched hand to guide himself into the home.

“All clear?” He asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “All clear, Waydog. We’ve been good.”

Wayne opens his eyes slowly, his gaze landing on you on the couch. He perks up with a bright smile. “Oh, y/n, what a pleasant surprise! I wasn’t sure you’d be here. I was actually worried I was going to walk into Eddie watching—“

“Dude!” Eddie interrupts, staring at his uncle in incredulous betrayal.

“Aw come on. I kid, I kid. You know that’s what we Munson men do. She’s used to that by now.” Wayne chuckles, placing some bags of grocery on the counter.

You giggle, soothing Eddie’s hair as way of ensuring him that it’s okay. Going over to the kitchen, you and Eddie help Wayne unload the groceries when Wayne notices the crochet bands around his nephew’s wrists.

“Those look neat! You think you could make me a pair?” Wayne asks you with hopeful eyes.

“Of course! And don’t you worry, I’ll even get them to match the beanie hat I’m still making for you.” You beam.

“Woah, woah. Wait a minute. He gets a matching hat?” Eddie inquires with a pout.

“Oh, like you haven’t stolen the first hat she’s made me.” Wayne chuckles.

“I didn’t steal. I borrowed.”

“For 4 whole months?”

“There isn’t a time limit for borrowing something. If there is, I’d like to see the rule.” Eddie challenges.

“I think you’re just jealous of us,” Wayne says, standing beside you with you nodding in agreement. “Why else would you take my gifts if not to have them all to yourself?”

“My girlfriend and my uncle in alliance against me.” Eddie laughs, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Didn’t think I’d see the day coming so soon.”

[psychosith]

Echo

cal kestis x reader

summary: despite being close for years, you and cal go your separate ways after a particularly harsh argument. cal doesn’t see or hear of you for a long time, but stumbles across an old jacket of yours that reveals something to him

warnings: angsttttt, yelling/arguing, injuries, death, perhaps ooc!mean cal

a/n: i’m so sorry to the reqs sitting in my drafts ive had no motivation😭 specifically to the person who requested modern!anakin @ a halloween party it’s a little late for that now i feel like…. but anyways y’all might not know this but i’m obsessed w our boy cal and UGH. this prompt from @fallen-vic just struck me right and i had to get writing right away

the last four months had been a blur.

one second you were stripping an old star destroyer on bracca with cal, and the next he was fighting an imperial inquisitor while you cowered away in the corner. then you had boarded a ship with a lanky woman and abrasive latero. they had taken you to a planet hidden from the empire, a place where you thought you and cal could live safely. you couldn’t have been more wrong.

cal returned from the temple on bogano that first day talking about restoring the jedi order and a holocron? from there, it was all downhill. back and forth between kashyyyk, zeffo, and dathomir, all the while cal was forced to face strong enemies that left him on the brink of death every day. and you were tasked with patching him up at the end of every mission.

too many times have you entered his rooms while he was preparing to leave again and begged him to stay. it was always the same answer- i’ll be back before you know it. he couldn’t know, though, the feelings you harbored for him. he couldn’t understand how it pained you physically to watch him leave and come back beaten and bruised. but you stayed, because you loved him, and because you believed he wanted you with him.

it was all too much for you today. it seemed insane; they were planning to infiltrate the fortress inquisitorius and retrieve the holocron. you had stopped on a small planet to stock up on supplies before the big mission, and you were in your usual position: pleading with cal.

“cal, please,” you begged, tears welling up in your eyes. “this is just- it’s too dangerous cal! i mean, an imperial fort, for fucks sake! cal, if you didn’t come back from this… i don’t know-“

he cut you off with a reassuring hand on your arm. “y/n, i’ll be alright. i’ll have cere with me, and i’m stronger than ever. trust me.”

“you say that every time, you know. and every time, without fail, you come back closer to death than i’ve ever seen you. cal, we’ve found you passed out in the mud on kashyyyk. we’ve found you slumped against a generator on zeffo with a blaster wound in your stomach. no one will be there to find you if things go wrong this time, cal.” you say numbly, vaguely aware that there’s nothing you can say to make him stay.

“you’re being dramatic.” he says plainly. “you have no reason to be worried. i always come back, y/n. this time will be no different. you need to calm down.”

you groan in frustration, at his naïveté. “no, cal! you don’t understand… how much it hurts to watch you go. and who knows where you would be without me to put your pieces back together.”

you hear him scoff and look down at your hands as tears finally fall down your cheeks. you can tell he’s stressed by the tension in his shoulders.

“without you? y/n, i don’t need you to do this.” his words hurt, but you try to tell yourself the mission is getting to his head, that he doesn’t mean what he’s saying.

“y/n,” he says, waving a hand in front of your face, “did you hear me? i. don’t. need. you. if you’re so worried about me, maybe you should just leave. then i wouldn’t be bothering you so much.” he stood up angrily and marched off.

was he being honest? did he really want you to leave? all these years you had told yourself that he needed you with him, but maybe you had been mistaken.

you didn’t give yourself time to think. cere and greez had both made it clear that your presence on the mantis was unnecessary, and now that cal had said the same you had to go. you only packed the bare essentials: a canister of water, a couple weeks of rations, and a thick jacket for cold nights. you left through the front entrance without a word to anyone. cal simply watched you go.

a year later - cal's pov

there was no use in trying to hide it, it had been a hard year for cal. a year made much harder by your absence. he had tried to tell himself that you leaving was your decision, that it wasn't his fault. but as he played the argument over in his mind he found himself regretting everything he'd said. cal had been nervous, scared even, of the upcoming mission in the fortress. he'd let trilla and the empire get in his head, and it had cost him everything.

even after he'd retrieved the holocron - and ultimately destroyed it - he never searched for you. he didn't know why. the urge had struck him many times, but he never knew where to begin looking or what he would say to get you back.

it hurt even now, as cal lay in his bunk on the mantis weeping silently to himself. the mantis was empty, the engine humming softly as it flew through hyperspace. all the lights were out and cal's pillow was damp with tears. he hesitantly rose from his bed, staggering to the navigation panel in a sleep-deprived stupor. his cheeks are stained and his hair is tousled as he falls back into the pilot's chair, and he plugs the coordinates to a forgotten outer rim planet into the navigation system.

cal was exhausted, hungry, and mentally drained, but he managed to make it back to his bunk before he passed out.

. . .

something in the cockpit beeped quite loudly, waking cal from his sleep and alerting him that they were nearing their destination. the royal blue color of nez peron was pleasing to the eye, but brought back painful memories for cal. this was where they had made their last supply run before heading toward the fortress. this was the last place he saw the love of his life.

landing the mantis was the easy part; finding you, not so much. cal started in the sparse cities, scanning cantinas and shops, asking about a y/n l/n at every apartment complex and inn. he began to lose hope as he neared the edge of the latest city. just then he remembered you talking absentmindedly as he worked on his lightsaber, saying how it was your dream to live in the forest and live off the lands. it sounded crazy at the time, but now it made sense.

with a newfound passion, cal began searching the forests and plains for you. each dead end made him want to find you more and more, but there were no signs of life anywhere he looked.

one day, he was scanning the ground for any human tracks when a piece of fabric caught his eye. it was dusty, black, and oddly familiar. there were pieces of the same fabric just a little further up the trail he was following. up ahead, cal could just make out the shape of your thick winter coat on the ground.

his steps picked up into a light jog as he neared the jacket. as he examined it closer, he saw a dark stain had dried down on the stomach, and when he bent over to pick it up he was flooded with a powerful force echo.

_______

you had misjudged how hard life in the wild would be. the coat you wore did almost nothing to keep you warm, the water you brought only lasted for a few days, and the rations you thought would last had gone bad within the month. you were cold and hungry, and had only a pairing knife to ward off any threats in the forest. this would be a crucial mistake.

it was a particularly cold day and you were resting against a tree when you heard the crunch of leaves and the distinct mechanical whirring of an electrostaff. raiders. well, just one this time. it was a difficult feat, but you managed to ward off the raider not without sustaining many injuries. you had garnered a deep wound in your thigh and a large gash in your shoulder, luckily most of your vital organs were intact.

you hardly had time to catch your breath before a large mammal had sprung up from a ditch and pinned you to the ground. you screamed and struggled for your knife. your wounds had impaired your fighting skills, and you didn’t last long before the predator had beaten you into the floor. it was so, so cold. you must have lost your jacket at some point. you supposed the animal had lost interest, as it wandered off back into the trees, leaving you in a pool of your own blood.

the sun set behind the trees and you were still laying there, unable to move, slowly succumbing to the cold embrace of death. you could form only one coherent thought in your adrenaline crazed mind, and thus it became your last word.

“cal”

_______

the memory was like a knife to the heart for cal. he was helpless as he watched you draw your last breath, only to utter his name before closing your eyes for the final time. it finally dawned on him.

you were dead.

cal fell to his knees beside your tattered coat, a broken cry escaping his lips. it was all his fault. if’s and should’ves ran circles around his mind, but he understood the depth of this. you were gone, stolen from this world far to soon. cal mourned. he sobbed into his hands for hours on end, cursing you for leaving, cursing cere and greez for letting you leave, and cursing himself for letting his love for you blind him. of course he needed you. he always would. but he couldn’t have you any more.

his mind was blurry as he frantically followed the path he was on, searching for your body. he tripped and stumbled down a leaf covered hill, where he saw you. you were exactly as you were in the force echo, but your cheeks were hollow and your skin was sickly green. you had been dead for a long time. cal ran to your body, crying your name. he hoisted you into his arms and wept into your dirty hair.

“i love you” he muttered softly, hoping that perhaps you could hear the words he was to cowardly to speak when you were alive.

a/n 2: BYE the ending is so rushed. sorry.

[vanishingcherry]

Hey Leah, hope you’re doing good. If you’re taking requests, please could I get either Charles or Lando x fem reader. I had a really shitty day and my friends seem really distant and I feel super sad. Thank you x

PIANO LESSONS

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

author's note: heyy! im so sorry about your day... i hope you're feeling better now 🥰. im sorry its a bit late, ive just been in a writing slump and didn't have anything finished. ive had this in my drafts for a while tho so here you go!

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It was summer break, which meant Charles was home for over 2 weeks and you had him all to yourself. Granted, you did have days in which you would go out with family and friends, but it was a manner of speaking. It meant that you would be together almost 24/7 for days at a time, something rare in his career.

That was why the two of you had pre-decided to make the most of it. Charles felt guilty sometimes, about not being, in his words, the boyfriend you deserved. Although you had told him multiple times that he was perfect, he held on to that insecurity, which is why you went along with everything he planned, knowing that all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You could honestly say you had been on more dates in the last week than you had so far in the year. There were the simple dinner dates, movie dates, hiking dates and also the more unique ones, such as the one that ended with, for some reason, throwing paint on each other.

But with all that, there were also the more quiet days. The days in which the two of you would stay in your apartment all day long. Those were your favourite days. There was something special about being able to wake up late, not having to worry about work or some sort of event.

"Have you been awake a while?" you whisper, shifting so that you would be closer to him, tucking your head under his own as he continues to run his fingers through your hair.

"Ouais." he murmurs. Yeah. "Mais c'est bien. I like looking at you."

It was another one of these days, and you were coming back from the kitchen with a snack when you heard the soft notes of the piano. Smiling, you switched off your phone and walked into the makeshift studio you and Charles had converted a guest bedroom into.

He had taken piano lessons during quarantine, and you had never been happier with his decision. There would be times in which you would come home from work, the sound of music immediately putting you in a state of relaxation.

You stand in the doorway, watching as his fingers dance across the keys. A few minutes later, when he stops playing, you walk over and sit next to him.

"What piece was that?" you ask softly, not wanting to speak too loud. You rest your head on his shoulder, offering him a chip from your bowl.

"Did you like it?" he replies, answering with a question of his own.

"Yeah, it was beautiful. I loved it."

"It's mine. I made it." he admits sheepishly. "I was just trying something out."

"REALLY? Oh my god, amour!" Your eyes widen at his words, head turning towards him in disbelief.

"Yeah. You actually like it?"

"Yes, of course! Oh my god, bebe. How did you- I'm so proud."

He shyly smiles at your praise, before piping up. "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Your song?" you ask, clearly excited.

"Well" he starts. "Maybe not my song right now, but I can teach you an easier song... and then we can work up to my song?"

"Ouais! I can't believe I never thought of that before."

He smiles at your enthusiasm before wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. He then gently takes your hands, placing them on the keys, keeping his fingers over your own. He looks at your expressing for a few seconds, unable to stop the smile from creeping on his face as he realises just how special you are.

"You press this finger and this finger at the same time, and hold it for a second" he directs, after shaking his head to focus, pressing down on the right keys.

You follow his directions, going over ever note a few times before moving on. He was patient, overly so, helping you with the biggest grin as you ask him to repeat the last few steps.

Before you knew it, it had been over an hour, and you had learnt quite a bit of what Charles was teaching you. At this point, both of your attention spans were low, and there wasn't a lot of playing going on. Rather, it was you trying to get through the last few notes before a break while Charles lightly tickled your sides, proving to be an annoyingly cute distraction.

"I think I'm done for today" you sigh, shifting slightly to rest your back against Charles.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm tired." you say.

He nods sympathetically before standing up and pulling on your hands to make you do the same.

"You go to bed and put something on the TV, okay? I'll make dinner and be there soon."

"Are you sure? Do you want me to help?"

"It's just pasta" he replies, shrugging and lightly pushing you in the direction of the bedroom.

"Okay... but I want mine al dente", you emphasize. "Not croccante"

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[miyseung]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏? (𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄)

summary: You were at the nearby convenience store, searching for pads that Soyeon desperately needed. At last, when your ego couldn’t overpower your desperation any longer, you asked a worker there.

Little did you know that she’d make you feel in ways you’d never imagined.

includes: periods, late night outings, breakdowns, crying, stress, mentions of feeling empty, gxg, yeah that’s it ig

genre: fluff

pairing: non idol! store worker! yuqi x fem! reader

word count: 4.2k

a/n: bro i realized that i reserve fluff for gidle is that counted as favoritism orrrrr…why is this so long it was nawt meant to be this long you’d think yuqi was my bias HELP. anyway this was stuck in my drafts incompleted for a while it’s out of the dungeon yay?? this was inspired by escape + paradise (gidle) + off the record (ive) so tell me why i looped groove back (jaywhypee) while writing this

taglist: @kflixnet

You were standing in the middle of the store like a lost child. Your eyes scanned the aisle of sanitary items, but you just couldn’t find it.

The thing in question?

The brand of pads that your friend and roommate Soyeon wanted. 

Her legs were too weak to walk for ten minutes, let alone thirty, and you knew how painful her cramps could be, considering how many times she ranted to you about them.

Every month for three days nonstop.

You had no other option but to swallow your pride and ask one of the store workers. You looked around the aisle, searching for a friendly face in uniform. You noticed an old man, but you passed on talking to him since he looked too grumpy for your liking.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on her.

She looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl you’d ever seen.

She was adorable and had this cheery attitude around her. She looked like she genuinely enjoyed her work and talking to customers.

You should definitely learn something from her.

You shuffled over to her, a bit more nervous than you’d like to admit.

“Excuse me?”

She was busy stocking items until you spoke to her. She turned her face to look at you, still holding a shampoo bottle. She flashed a bright smile at you, and it was contagious.

“Hello miss, how may I help you?”

She had a deep voice, which contrasted with her face and caught you a bit off guard. 

“Yeah, uh- um- do you happen to know where the…XXX brand of pads is?”

“Right this way, miss!”

She quickly placed the shampoo bottle on its respective shelf before taking a few steps forward, waiting for you to follow.

You walked slightly behind her, admiring her side profile. You seemed to like this particular store worker more than normal.

“Do you not usually get that brand?”

“Nope, I buy another one.”

“This is for a friend, I assume?”

“Yeah.”

She hummed in response, looking straight ahead again. You both reached a shelf, and it was familiar- wait, you were here just now…

She pointed to one of the stacks of pads which was directly in your line of sight, and you stared in disbelief. Was it there this whole time?

“That makes sense. If you were using it, you’d recognize it and know that it was in the place you were standing earlier.”

She chuckled as your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks…”

You looked at her nametag quickly, not wanting to seem like you were checking her out.

“...Yuqi. Thank you for your help.”

Her name rolled off your tongue so prettily that she couldn’t help but replay it in her head like a broken record.

“No problem, miss. It’s my job after all.”

She went away to continue her work, and you realized that she basically called you dumb and sorta blind for not seeing something in front of you.

Pause. Hold on.

How did she know that you were in front of that section?

This was your first time seeing her, and she was in another aisle.

Was she staring at you?

You shrugged it off before going to the cashier to pay. You didn’t want to keep Soyeon waiting more than she had to — she was already struggling.

As you rushed to the exit, you saw her out of the corner of your eye. You waved at her quickly. She reciprocated the gesture and smiled at you, and you swore you heard birds chirping and flowers growing. You managed a half-assed grin back at her before rushing off, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Why were you so flustered?

You reached your shared apartment with your friend, holding the bags of groceries in both hands. Soyeon was sitting in the living room watching TV.

“What took you so long?”

“Your pads.”

“What, you had a walk with them or something?”

You rolled your eyes at her.

“I was about to give up and buy you another brand, be grateful to that one cashier?”

“Name? I’ll send them a bottle of juice, a thank you, and an apology for helping my idiot friend.”

She grinned at you as you closed the door and locked it.

“Might as well. Her name was Yuqi.”

She suddenly paused the movie she was matching before she turned to you.

“Yuqi? Song Yuqi?”

“I think-?”

“Oh, you went to the store she works in?”

“I gue- wait, you know her?”

“She’s one of my friends.’

“Really? You should introduce her to me sometime soon, then.”

“I will.”

It had been three months since that day. You visited the store she worked in four times a week with the pretense of shopping, but the outcome was you buying one or two small trinkets and spending three hours chatting away with Yuqi. You both connected instantly, her sense of humor pulling you in as soon as you talked with her more. Her smile brightened your day, and her laugh commanded your stomach to do somersaults.

Yuqi being in your life felt so natural that you couldn’t believe you once existed without her as your friend.

You had been going to that store late at night a lot recently to satisfy your midnight cravings. The place had everything you wanted, including your new best friend.

There was a problem, though, and it was the fact that she was almost always there.

Not for you (if you thought selfishly, then maybe), but for herself.

She was having both day and night shifts, which was obviously unhealthy. When you asked her about it as tactfully as you could, she brushed it off as ‘earning more’.

More money was good, but not at the cost of her health.

One night, you entered the convenience store, wanting some instant ramyeon. There was no one there, and you appreciated the quiet.

You searched the shelves before finding the specific flavor you wanted. You went to the little stand near the counter for hot water to cook the noodles. You sat down on the stool before it, drumming your fingers against the table's surface as you waited. As the water finished pouring, the store went silent save for the low buzz of the A/C and coolers.

Suddenly you heard a few muffled sniffles behind you. Your head whipped in the direction of the sound as you realized that you didn’t pay attention to the girl behind the cash register until now. 

It was Yuqi.

Her elbows were propped on the part of the conveyor belt where items would be stuffed into plastic bags. Her face was buried in her hands, trying to hide her tears. Without thinking twice, you went through the small door barring non-employees from entering. You stood behind her and bent your knees a bit so that you could reach her height while she sat on the chair. One of your arms was around her waist, the other hand in her hair, running through it. Her breath caught in her throat and she moved her hands away from her face to look at who was being so affectionate all of a sudden at this hour.

“Y…Y/N?”

“Yuqi, when does the store close?”

“In…five minutes?”

Her voice was still hoarse from crying as she spoke, so you turned her around fully to face you and hugged her properly.

“Let’s go outside?”

She was confused, but she was also too tired to fight you, so she nodded. You let go of her before giving her money for the ramyeon you bought. It was way more than the actual price. When she pointed that out, you shook your head and smiled at her as you told her to keep the change. She sighed before inserting the price into the cash register and then putting the extra money in her purse. She then entered the employee-only room, and you picked up your chopsticks to eat your ramyeon. She came out of the room after a short while with her bag and her normal clothes. She wore a pair of light blue jeans, a simple black hoodie, and a grey beanie. Her hair was in a bun. Yuqi smiled tiredly at you, and you smiled back, although you were hiding your concern.

You both exited the shop. She then locked it with the keys that she had. She put them in her jeans pocket before turning to look at you.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.”

She tilted her head in confusion, but then she simply shrugged and followed you as you started walking. The night was serene, and the moon and stars were bright in the dark. There was a cool breeze blowing which messed up your and Yuqi’s hair. She smiled as she noticed you struggling to fix your messy strands, this one more broad than the one she gave you earlier in the store.

Suddenly she pulled you a little closer before undoing the ponytail you had and running her hands through your hair. Your eyes widened at the action and you could feel heat creeping up to the back of your neck. She carefully redid your ponytail, her fingers occasionally touching your face as she did. She didn’t notice how she was affecting you, and her face was adorable with how focused she was. Her cheeks were puffed out slightly and her eyes were narrowed at you, making her look more squishy than intimidating. 

Once she was done, she moved back a bit, now looking nervous.

“Um- sorry about that- it’s just…like I just felt like fixing your hair when I- when I saw you struggle, so uh-”

You chuckled as you patted her shoulder.

“Thanks.”

She grinned, and you understood why Soyeon called her ‘giant puppy’. 

She looked at you so fondly that you felt your stomach twist and turn. In order to distract yourself, you looked away and fiddled with your fingers.

“Let’s go then.”

“Sure.”

You started walking again, staring straight ahead, Yuqi a little behind. After around five minutes of walking, you looked back only to see her trying to warm her hands. It wasn’t very cold according to you, but you went over to you.

“Yuqi, Yuqi, are your hands cold?” She looked at you sheepishly.

“Yeah, kinda…it’s fine though, really.

She pulled her beanie more over her head so that she could cover her ears.

“My hands are warm…”

Her eyes widened.

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“I’m fine with it.”

Without warning, you reached out for one of her hands. It was ice compared to yours, but it felt nice for some reason. Her hand fit perfectly in yours, fingers intertwined so gently, leaving no small gaps in between. You were too busy looking down at the pavement in an attempt to hide your blush to notice her warm cheeks — a stark contrast to her hands.

“Thank you Y/N, even though you didn’t have to-”

“Shush. I wanted to.”

You realized that what you said sounded less platonic than how much you’d prefer it to be.

She nudged you playfully with the shoulder closer to you, and you nudged her back. You started walking again, taking her with you. Silence fell upon you both, but it was a comfortable one. Your brain’s cogs were on overdrive, and your thoughts drifted off to Yuqi. 

Why were you suddenly so nervous and extremely flustered around her? You always had skinship with her before, so why were you so awkward now?

You then started going through your memories of your interactions with her in the past three weeks, remembering how you’d blush at her usual actions of affection, how you’d make more jokes and embarrass yourself — in front of only her — just to see her smile and laugh more, how you wanted to take a picture every time you met, how you wanted to treasure everything positive she said about you even if it was dumb, how you’d stare at the pictures you had of her - some with you, some without, and how-

No.

It wasn’t what you thought it was, right?

Right?

This wasn’t love, you weren’t-

Did you seriously fall in love with Yuqi?

Holy shit, no, fuck, fuck, fuck-

You couldn’t accept it, you both were just best friends. There was nothing more to it, right?

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit distressed…”

And you were caught.

Your heart couldn’t help but just melt at the tone of soft concern in her voice, and when looked at her face, she had a tiny yet playful pout on it contrasting the serious and questioning gaze she held.

It hit you like a shot in that already mushy organ of yours.

Maybe you were in love.

“I’m okay, Yuqi. I just zoned out.”

You gripped her hand tighter, head swimming in this new thought. Unaware of your internal dilemma, she walked on peacefully. There seemed to be a calm glow in her aura, even though you weren’t a psychic of any kind.

‘Y/N, where are we going?”

Her query made you snap out of your reverie. You scanned your surroundings, and your pace picked up.

“You didn’t answer my question!”

Her voice was all whiny this time, making you grin.

“We’re almost there.”

“My legs are going to die!”

“...we’ve been walking for ten minutes?”

She was about to say something in protest, but you stopped walking and pointed to your left. He turned her head in that direction and her jaw dropped.

You had led her to an empty beach that was known by barely anyone. It had been a safe space for you, and you’d come here when you had to get away from life’s difficulties.

“We’re here.”

“Y/N, this…it’s so pretty.”

“I know.”

She ran to the beach and she dragged you with her, your feet leaving the bricked sidewalk and landing on the sand illuminated by the moonlight. You both reached a pair of swings fixed a little distance away from the shoreline. She let go of your hand, and although you felt a little twinge of disappointment at the loss of warmth, it was replaced instantly by excitement as you saw Yuqi giggling while on the swing. You sat down on the one beside it and started swinging as well. For a while, the only sounds in the dark night were the creaking of the chains holding up the swings, sand flying up as either of your feet accidentally hit the ground and the waves gently crashing against the shore, and it felt like a dream date.

Except, it wasn’t a date, just a hangout with your best friend.

So why were you wishing that it was one?

After a few minutes, you both got tired, and the swings came to a stop. You both just sat there, you staring at the bright moon and twinkling stars, while Yuqi saw them through your eyes, preferring to watch them that way.

“Yuqi, if it’s okay for me to ask…why were you crying earlier?”

You turned to look at her, and she shifted her eyesight to the sand beneath her feet. 

“Well- I was just stressed and broke down, I guess.”

“Why do you have so many shifts?”

She froze, her hand gripping the chains tightly.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for prod-”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

She let out a shaky breath, before glancing back at you as she blinked rapidly. You grabbed her hand again, squeezing it a little as if to console her.

“Yuqi, it’s alright to cry. I won’t judge.”

“I do all this work so that I don’t have to go home.”

Your facial features rearranged into an expression mixed between confusion and worry.

“What…what do you mean?”

She held your gaze again, her eyes filled with tears.

“I-I always feel so empty when I’m not at work. I don’t know how else to explain it. Being at the store helps me feel…feel alive. Otherwise, I just go back to my small studio apartment with no one else there, back to a place with nothing interesting to do, back to a place void of life.”

You were stunned by this revelation. You always thought that she enjoyed staying home and that she’d rather be cooped up on her sofa, watching TV or whatnot. You had been to her apartment before, and it was a cozy and sweet place to live in, according to you.

“Really?”

“Seriously. Sometimes I feel like I’m being suffocated in the four walls of my own house.”

“Why do you never call it a home? I always noticed that.”

“According to me…a home is a place where love and comfort can be found, not just a place to live in.”

You squeezed her hand, sighing quietly.

“Frankly speaking, Y/N, you’ve brightened my life so much in the past 3 months and it’s crazy.”

Your eyes widened, and you took a good look at her face. She wore a tiny smile, and her own eyes had gratefulness and peace swimming in them, but there was something else you didn’t recognize. It was a mixture of fondness, almost, mixed with affection, yet more intense than any way she had looked at you before, and you actually liked it. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside — cliché, but still — and you, for some reason, wanted her to stare at you the same way for the rest of your life.

“Yuqi, I- that’s so sweet. I feel the same. Meeting and talking with you is always the highlight of my day.”

You got off the swing, still holding her hand. The sudden movement made her jerk before falling face flat into the sand. Her shriek was cut off by sounds of disgust and gags. Her hand was out of yours at that moment, and watching the whole scene as well as seeing her struggle to recover from the shock and get up was too much for you to handle, and you broke into laughter. She managed to get her face out of the sand and looked up at you, a few grains of sand still in her hair and near the corners of her mouth. She pouted at you, but you couldn’t stop. You squatted down in front of her, laughter reducing into chuckles as you helped her up. 

“Y/N, stop laughing at me!”

She whined as she was on her two feet again, trying to get the sand out of her hair and off her face.

“You looked like a clown! Yuqi, Yuqi, I should have recorded that! I’d send it to Soyeon, and then-”

You erupted into fits of giggles again and she held your shoulders in order to shake you violently.

“Stop it, stop it! You’re so mean! You’re lucky we’re best friends!”

“Oh- really, am- I?”

You were laughing so hard you lost your breath, and at this point, you could do nothing but wheeze. 

“Y/N…”

She stomped the ground like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum.

“Fine, fine, you big baby.”

She pouted again, but you turned your face to look at the sea.

“Let’s go to the shoreline?”

Her eyes lit up instantly.

“Can we?”

“Of course we can, idiot.”

Your fingers laced with hers again as you glanced at her questioningly. She nodded, and you both started running towards the shore, kicking up sand behind your heels and leaving footprints in the sand. You reached a little away from the water, and you both removed your shoes. She led you nearer to the shore, your feet sinking into the soft, damp sand.

“This night is so beautiful. Thank you for getting me out of there, Y/N.”

“Of course. How long could you stay cooped up in there?”

She suddenly lifted your hand to her mouth before placing a gentle kiss on it, her lips lingering there for a few seconds before letting it return back to your side.

Your body froze, but your brain had never worked faster.

“Yu-Yuqi-”

“Shh.”

“Why did you-?” “Why not?

She grinned at you, although there was a bit of shyness behind it.

“You’re weird. I like it.”

“Of course you do. You should.”

“Oh shut up. Your ego level is higher than your IQ.”

“You love me all the same.”

You did, you truly did.

Looking back up at the sky, you admired the stars and the moon. It seemed to be brighter now, but honestly, you didn’t want the moonlight to shine on you both as if you were the main characters of some romance movie. You wished that it was possible to turn it off and just let the darkness hide you two as you basked in the silent yet sweet moment.

Yuqi’s eyes were focused on you. She took in the sight of your eyes glittering more than the stars, the sight of your lips slightly parted in awe- and all of a sudden, she could look at nothing else. It was just you and her in this world, and she wanted nothing more than that. She was content with being able to be able to hold your hand and stare at you like this, the night enveloping you two as the water lapped at your feet. Her heart was beating faster than it ever did before. 

Sure, she had felt like this around you before, but right now? It was at its peak.

The fluttery, dreamy feeling flooding her entire body from head to toe was something she enjoyed. This euphoria, this high- fuck, she wanted to feel it over and over again.

And then it hit her like a lightning bolt.

She was falling for you.

It was like falling but then landing on soft and fluffy clouds.

The excitement of finally figuring it out got to her, and a small lovesick smile formed on her face as she unconsciously squeezed your hand. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you reciprocated her gesture.

When she said the night was beautiful, in hindsight, she meant you.

Suddenly, a small ‘ding’ was heard, and Yuqi pursed her lips together, slightly annoyed that this special moment was interrupted. She fished out her phone from her jeans pocket, and her eyes widened as she checked it.

“We should get going. It’s already 12:15.”

“That early?”

“Early?”

“Oh uh- usually when I come here, I stay until 2 a.m…”

You looked at her sheepishly and she shook her head.

“Well, I can’t afford to do that.”

“What, you get paid for sleeping early? Tell me who’s doing it so that I can join in. Free money.”

“I have a morning shift dumbass.”

“Anyway. Our shoes are nearby right?”

She glanced behind before sighing.

“We’ll get sand stuck on our feet.”

You groaned in frustration.

“My nightmare.”

The two of you started running across the sand, trying to get to your shoes as quickly as you could and to touch as little sand as you could. Unfortunately, both of your feet were covered in sand sticking to them. Yuqi seemed to have it worse though. 

“How am I going to put these feet in my sexy sneakers?”

“I will beat you up with them if you don’t shut up.”

“But-”

“Take them in your hand. We’ll kick and rub off the clumps on the pavement.”

She rolled her eyes but went along with it. Upon reaching the pavement, you started to stomp your feet against the bricks, creating friction so that the sand stuck would fall off. She copied you, giggling a little.

‘We probably look like maniacs.”

“Of course we do, Yuqi. Especially you.”

“You’re my best friend- that says something.”

“Yeah…best friend.”

Your words were simple, but there were many things left unspoken behind them. You didn’t know whether you wanted her to catch on or not, but it seemed like she didn’t. Shaking your head a bit, you continued stomping.

Once you both were done, you slipped your feet into your shoes. Your head faced hers again, staring silently at her side profile for a few moments.

“So…I guess this is goodbye, Y/N.”

“Just for now.”

“Obviously.”

You felt a surge of confidence flowing through your veins at that very moment, and you knew it’d disappear quickly if you didn’t do anything.

That’s why you did something.

You pressed a small peck on her cheek, before dashing off in the direction of your house. 

You did it, and you’d wake up the next morning without knowing her reaction.

She froze on the spot until she could feel her cheeks burn. She smiled a dreamy smile after a few seconds, seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

She had seen you before on Soyeon’s Instagram posts and story, and you were just gorgeous. She had to meet you, somehow, without seeming like a stalker. She asked Soyeon about you, and the girl gave her a few basic facts about you, and then she decided that when you and her friend went out together, she’d ‘accidentally’ come to the same place too.

Fate had other plans, however.

She was staring at you that day in the store, yes. The shock of seeing you, the person she thought about so much was so strong that she couldn’t help it. You were prettier in real life, and she was pretty sure that she saw stars.

She loved whatever she had with you, but was it a crime to want more?

Yuqi could only hope.

[oldblog-ileft]

ive had concepts for this in my draft for a while but i finished some of it and i can finally post the sketches i made of grim and yuu

yes i know yuu looks like wednesday, i didn't realize until i'd actually watched it alsjhdg

basically i think people don't draw enough connections between the overblotting in twisted wonderland and the blot in epic mickey, the main villain's name is literally just blot, so i made an au inspired off the way blot seems to infect and spreads to the entirety of wasteland as opposed to just the characters like in twst

more details & text under the cut bc i know what i wrote by the sketches is probably unreadable <3

Overblot Apocalypse AU

In which overblotting is contagious and Twisted Wonderland suffers an outbreak prior to Yuu's arrival, leading to the mirror to summon someone from a magicless world in hopes of finding someone immune to blot. Yuu just happens to be the unlucky one that was chosen at random.

The magic mirror has been destroyed in the chaos that overtook the outbreak during its early stages, it's nothing but shards now with very little magic. It used what it had left to summon Yuu in hopes of ending the outbreak. It was never something that would be confirmed to help, more of a "hope for a miracle" kind of risk, as the mirror didn't know if whoever they brought would truly be immune.

Now, the magic mirror is wrapped in cloth and kept in Yuu's pocket. It essentially acts as a sort of sentient smartphone, communicating with Yuu regularly and helping them survive this new world such as explaining foods, environments, etc.

There is nothing special or particularly noteworthy about Yuu. They remain magicless with no special abilites. They weren't chosen for a higher reason or to fulfill some kind of ancient prophecy, they're just a kid that got the short end of the stick and got isekai'd to Twisted Wonderland because the magic mirror got desperate.

Overblot spreads by connecting to others via negative emotions and magic fatique. The main emotion witnessed is fear but those like Riddle and Leona were infected through their anger.

Grim managed to evade overblotting because at this point in time he does not have a magestone that helps him concentrate magic so he doesn't use it often enough to get infected and his catlike tendencies make him nimble and hard for any blot to reach him. However, he still has had run ins with those that have overblotted, such as Riddle, who ended up taking part of his tail when he attacked Grim.

NRC is easily the most dangerous area in Twisted Wonderland simply because of the sheer amount of overblots roaming its grounds. Which kind of sucks, because that's where Yuu is originally summoned. They steal a bunch of stuff like a baseball bat and hightail it out as soon as they can.

Same as canon, Yuu is able to end someone's overblot if they can wear them down enough. They're typically the only one that gets close to actually hit someone because they're the only one safe from infection, this often results in scars, but Grim and other allies such as Ace and Deuce definitely heavy hit with magic from a distance.

i have a lot more for this in my drafts such as details on the housewardens and other characters but i'm still working on finalizing those akjsdv

[laprimera]

alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

[jeysbvck]

wip wednesday!!

so it's been a while since writer shan has been around, and im back with a new fandom!! ive been a wwe fan for my whole life basically, but it's a new fandom im writing for, and in turn, it brings my first (shared) oc!! this is also a...second draft!!

i hope my 5 wwe (and jey uso) mutuals enjoy this!

untitled jey uso wip.

no pressure tags (for wip wednesday/just interest in reading my wip) @maplefire18 @rollinsland @harlem11680 @afterdarkprincess @harmshake @bebesobrielo @sznofthesticks

“Everyone's talkin’ ‘bout it.” Jey said. “Talkin’ ‘bout how you and Damian are having secret dates and sharin’ hotel rooms.”

“Oh, so if everyone's talking about it, it must be true, right?” Ana asked before scoffing. “They're just rumours, Jey. Unlike you and whatever-her-name is, right?”

“Ay, you jealous?” He asked, and Ana rolled her eyes, laughing dryly.

“You're the one getting all weird about rumours, while you're getting photographed running around town! I'm just pointing out the hypocrisy!” She replied, loudly. Jey noticed she didn't actually answer his question.

“So you haven't been seein’ Priest?”

“I see him all the time.” Ana said, bluntly, making Jey groan as he rubbed his eyes. Ana sighed, backing down slightly. “No, I am not dating, nor am I sleeping with Damian.” She said, sincerely, before adding, “Although, I have no idea why it matters to you what I do and who I do it with.”

Jeys eyes grew darker somehow and he stepped closer to Ana. She stood her ground and refused to take her eyes off him, the air around them was tense, but electric.

“You know why, Ana.” Jey replied.

Ana's heartbeat accelerated at an alarming rate as what she could only describe as a tsunami of heat washed over her. This was getting too serious. Ana wasn't under any illusions. She knew how she felt about Jey ran deeper than friendship. She wasn't stupid either, she knew Jey felt something, but she had no idea if they were even on the same chapter, let alone the same page.

Ana ran her hands through her hair and shook her head. “I'm not doing this.” She muttered. “I can't do this.”

Ana stepped past Jey, and for a moment, he almost let her. Just as she got to the door, she felt his strong, yet soft hand on her bare arm, sparks flying from the single touch. Ana turned around, now sandwiched in between Jey and the door.

They had been here twice before, in this exact room, but something was different. Ana's resolve was quickly disintegrating. Jey was so beautiful, with his brown eyes that were warm and inviting, that she couldn't help melting into. Everything he did, he made it seem so effortless. She knew this was a bad idea, she knew it would be dangerous, could destroy the things that meant the most to her, yet she couldn't help herself. She was addicted to the way she felt when she was around him. Coming back into his orbit was like stepping out of the darkness; the feeling of warmth and happiness. She was reminded of Icarus, and how she had never related to his obsession and flight into the sun, until now. Now, she could understand why he ignored the warnings.

She was Icarus, and Joshua Fatu was the sun.

[etsuven]

rating: fluff cw: none includes: maybe badly written, wingpaimon because i feel like she can be very smart and perceptive when she wants to be, reader is pretty because of course you are <3, summary: aether has a little crush on the merchant he visits often...

note: IM ALIVE DONT WORRY!!! i've had no motivation lately since ive been going to bed too late and waking up too early, and that just leaves me feeling drained.... anyways when i first started writing this it was 12:43 AM LMAO. it's not late now, buit it is a few days later-. anyways x2 i've had this in mind since before August 27th and i needed something quick to write and this was in my drafts anyways im rambling- also this is my first time writing for aether forgive me-

he saw you for the first time on an emergency food run.

aether and paimon had been on the road for a while, and because of that, they never actually had the time to properly shop. but now that everything in sumeru was pretty much done, he finally felt it was time to properly do some looking around. (also because paimon was begging for something other than sweet madames to eat.)

the famous traveler took note of all the items around him as he glanced around the market place, keeping track of things he might have wanted to buy in the future. paimon was flying next to him, talking his ear off about things he didn't care to listen to.

"traveler, look! let's go over there!" the small flying companion was already making her way over to the stand before he even had a chance to respond, which also meant that he had no choice but to follow. he noticed that the selection of items was quite nice, but they were quickly put on the back of his mind as he noticed the person selling the items.

you were already talking to paimon, a pretty smile on your face, and your hands gesturing excitedly as you told her about your items. due to the angle of the sun at that time of day, you had light shining on you in a way that looked almost angelic. the shrill voice of paimon reached his ears, but he barely registered it as he was too focused on the sound of your voice.

"i assume you're with this one?" you spoke, gesturing to paimon. aether nodded, snapping out of his little trance as you continued to speak. "she's been pretty interested in this harra fruit jam, and it was just made last night! would you care to buy some?"

harra fruit jam? he had heard of harra fruit being ground up into spices thanks to its aroma, but jam? a spicy jam wasn't the most usual thing, but it seemed fun to try.

taking out his bag of mora, aether handed you the amount needed for one container of jam, as well as a few other things paimon had secretly picked out. the two said their goodbyes, leaving soon after with new ingredients in hand.

-

aether continued to stop by over the next few weeks. for the harra jam, of course. nothing else.

he had to admit, it was quite good. adding it to certain foods gave them a bit of a kick that he didn't seem to mind very much. he even added it to the food he brought with him whenever he had a commission in dragonspine.

the jam was his way of disguising the fact that he secretly wanted to see you. you had become accustomed to his and paimon's presence over those few weeks, and you had even started to give him more of a discount than he usually got from other merchants.

'you're my most loyal customer!' you always said, the same pretty smile on your face. you were pretty too, but you wouldn't catch aether saying that out loud. paimon, however, seemed to catch onto the tension forming between the two of you.

the lingering touches you shared when you handed aether his items, the shy smiles sent between the two of you, the fact that her traveling companion seemed to be absolutely star struck when he first saw you. (and the fact that he constantly visited you 'for the harra jam.')

it was obvious that the two of you had a little thing going on, and paimon couldn't stand the sight of her favorite person fumbling around like a love struck idiot. which he was, but he could have tried to hide it more, he was embarrassing her!

paimon set her plan in motion one evening. aether had gone to bed super early after a long day of commission after commission, leaving the flying child to fend for herself. glancing at the sky, she noticed that it was around the time where most merchants began to close up.

flying out of their shared hotel room, paimon raced to catch you before you set off to your own place. luckily she was right on time, as you had just started to pack up you things for the day.

"(y/n), (y/n)!!" she yelled, her voice projecting over the almost empty shopping district. you jumped at the sound of her voice, a smile gracing your face once you realized who was calling you. "good evening, paimon! how come you're by yourself, is everything okay?"

there was a bit of worry in your tone, and paimon quickly shook her head, reassuring you that everything was fine. "nothing's wrong! aether's at the inn right now, he's had a loooong day, so he's turned in early for the night!"

you let out a little hum of acknowledgment, reaching into your bag. you handed her a small piece of homemade candy, her eyes lighting up in excitement at the sweet. "is that so? don't wander off too much, i've heard how easy it is for you to get carried away!"

paimon tried to splutter out an excuse, only stopping when she realized she had a plan to fulfill. "speaking of getting carried away.. i'm sure you've heard of the upcoming festival?" you nodded, a small smile on your face.

"of course i've heard of it! i've taken a day off, so i'm free to use it as i please!" the flying child smiled, feeling her plan slowly come into motion. she continued to talk with you for a little bit, only leaving when she finally finished her candy.

now, to start the next part of her plan...

-

the first day of the festival had come quickly, and aether was getting prepared to leave when a small cough caught his attention.

looking in the direction of the noise, he noticed that his travel buddy was tossing and turning in her bed. another cough left her mouth, and aether quickly found himself walking over to her with worry etched on his face. "are you okay, paimon?"

paimon nodded, a small smile on her face before it was ripped away by another cough. something was... off about it, but the traveler quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind. "paimon's fine, don't worry! she's just feeling a bit under the weather... you might have to go to the festival without me..."

aether tried to argue with her. he could just stay with her and go tomorrow when she felt better, but paimon refused to let him do so. eventually he did agree, but not without leaving her with a few snacks to keep her fed.

now by himself, the traveler wandered around the festival area, taking in the colorful sights and smells of the area around him. it was quiet without paimon, but he found that he didn't mind it too much. now he actually had the time to look at what he wanted.

while browsing for items, aether thought he caught sight of you. he ignored it, thinking he was just imagining things. that was, until you called out for him.

"oh? aether, hello!" you grinned, waving at him from a stall nearby. you collected your items and skipped over, continuing to speak. "i saw paimon last night, so i was sort of expecting her to be with you today! did she wander off somewhere?"

aether shook his head, telling you the reason why paimon was gone that day, and that it was just him for now. "since i'm by myself too," you started, adjusting the bag you were holding. "let's hang out together today, it can even be like a little date! if you'd like, that is-"

the traveler nodded quickly, his face flushing as you grabbed his hand to lead him around. he had a sneaking suspicion that paimon had something to do with this, maybe she snuck out when he was sleeping the previous night.

oh well, perhaps he would bring something back for her. just as a little thanks.

[aroace-polyshow]

also a thing for you if you ever want to ramble about hw- what's emu's story for this? how did she get into illustration, and how did she meet the troupe?

RAUGH I ALWAYS WANT TO RAMBLE AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS TY FOR ASKING!!!! also took a while this time my bad man. the route my bus takes has very very shit internet so i couldn’t continue my draft during my ride ��

anywayyy. good lord this is fucking long. im sorry.

for emu, i’m still figuring stuff out with her, but i’ve been thinking about her a lot more recently, and so far what i’ve got is that she has a little bundle of issues including grief over her grandpa, toxic positivity and not letting herself feel negative emotions properly, some internalized hatred of herself and how childish she is following an argument w shosuke, and generally feeling kinda lost, like the rest of hw, after wonder stage closed bc she doesn’t know what to do w/o shows. yknow.

so like. she still has her whole thing w/ her grandpa. and she while she wasn’t doing the *best* she wasn’t doing that bad in the mental health department. still wasn’t letting herself like. grieve properly. but she wasn’t the worst. she performed a lot on wonder stage and knew that the stage was in danger of being closed down, so she tried really hard to keep it from happening. but the actors for wonder stage began to leave as time went on and the ones who stayed didn’t really get why she was so persistent in keeping this stage open when the others in the park were better and shit. and she didn’t have much help. so unfortunately despite her best efforts wonder stage was kinda doomed for closure. butttt she’s not giving up yet. so she tries to convince her brothers to not close it, or at least to just give her some more time. which Does Not Go Well. shosuke gets real frustrated with her and starts yelling and shit. and while keisuke shuts him down once he gets too heated. well. it’s kinda too late. with what he said about her being childish and demanding that she just grow up already and stuff like that, my girl takes that to heart. and then with the official closure of wonder stage…yeah…she’s not doing the best…

emu’s grief here is made worse w/ the wonder stage closure. cause like. that was her and her grandpa’s favorite stage. girl feels like she failed him. she loved that stage. she loved doing shows there. it was something she had to remind her of her grandpa. and now it’s closed. :(

since then she’s been. different. like it’s just barely noticeable to a lot of people but she’s definitely changed. she smiles and acts cheery and seems like her usual self but like. her smile isn’t quite the same. she’s not quite as talkative. she avoids her brothers a lot more. and her brothers have noticed btw and they both feel AWFUL. especially shosuke. they done fucked up and they know it.

also like technically she could keep doing shows, after all theres the other stages in pheonix wonderland, and she has experience in doing shows + is related to the people who literally own the place so it wouldn’t be hard for her to join one of those stages. but she doesn’t bc after all that, she thinks her goal of just wanting to bring smiles to people is childish. shows make her so so happy but she thinks it’s immature and naive of her to still want to pursue that, especially considering she failed last time. it’s a silly and childish path to pursue, and she needs to pull her head out of the clouds and grow up already, like her brother says. so despite loving shows with all her heart, she gives up on doing them. but since shows are so important to her, she doesn’t rlly know what to do without them, so that’s where that feeling lost stuff comes in. yknow.

for her art, i just think she enjoyed art in general, and with her grief and the wonder stage closure it helped her cope. i have a very specific idea in my head of her style. but i cant remember the artist here on tumblr that i think she does art like. if i can remember their name i will though. i might actually do a post dedicated to what i think her art style is like….

not set in stone just yet, but what i’m thinking for the original meet up is that she meets nene first. nene does music and emu finds it, and it gives her some inspiration for some art. she posts it and credits nene’s music as what inspired her, and nene is so fucking honored. through some light encouragement from rui nene gets the courage to dm emu to tell her thank you, and they start chatting!! they get along pretty well and emu starts making art for nene’s music. eventually rui has the idea to start animating them, so they can make music videos for the songs, and boom hw gets its beginnings online.

this happens before wonder stage closure btw. when it does close, emu disappears from their group chat for a bit. she comes back like nothing happens and while she doesn’t tell them what happened, they both notice she doesn’t talk about what shows shes doing anymore, or shows in general. nene and rui are both very sad at this btw. seeing emu have so much love for shows and be able to talk about them like she did was really nice, so to see her stop with that and seemingly not enjoying shows anymore after something happened, just like they did, it sucks. :(

anyway i think my timeline is like. during nene’s last year of middle school when she transfers to home schooling, she starts doing music -> everything i just mentioned here happens -> eventually they meet tsukasa, and he joins the group -> hollow ☆ wonderland does its thing as a group for a while -> main story shit happens. yeah. 👍

uhhhh. dear god i’m so bad at explaining my thoughst. augh. i hope this made some amount of sense. and that i wasn’t too repetitive lsajdkhfgyfdhsj. anyway miscellaneous emu thingies now.

like i mentioned, wonder stage hasn’t been replaced yet, it’s just closed down and sectioned off. so emu still visits it all the time. there is nothing being done to maintain it. so it is absolutely unsafe. but does emu care. no. girlie wants to disappear and while she’s not *planning* on dying, if she had to die anywhere she wouldn’t mind if it was at wonder stage. she draws there a lot.

a lot of her drawings are traditional!! with lots of bright colors and crayons and colored pencils. she has lots of fun drawing.

this applies to non-au emu as well but she has gifted stickers to all her friends. nene’s synthesizer is covered in them.

wonder stage was closed off at sunset. btw. just to give her another reason to hate sunsets.

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hiiii so. i know im an art blog or whatever but this is something i was possessed to write a little bit ago thats been gathering dust in my drafts for a long while now. ive got a lot of half finished art wips that im not entirely sure im going to go back to so i thought youd enjoy Some kind of content

just dont get used to it, im not a writer :)

SSKK: feelings realisation, ffffluff (?)

= S I N N E R =

“you’re a mess”

“i am not a mess-“

“ryuu, i can tell you’ve been crying”

that makes him pause, faltering a step before tutting and looking off to the side. damned jinko and his tiger senses.

“before you ask i wasn't on about your- very obvious, by the way, you should work on that- about your breathing. although, it is really concerning-“

“jinko-“

“what? you wheeze on a good day akutagawa and you and i both know it”

ryuunosuke glares.

atsushu sighs, removing his hands from his hips and letting the reactionary tension bleed from his shoulders. this is getting him nowhere. he twirls his aching wrists, clenching and unclenching his hands in that way he knows akutagawa would normally snap at him for had he not be so busy trying to keep himself upright. he sighs again

“just-“ atsushi softens his tone, careful to keep the concern out of his voice “show me. where you’re injured.” at the scathing look akutagawa diegns him with, it seems he wasn't careful enough. atsushi clenches his jaw and breathes in through his nose. he never thought listening to kunikidas breathing excercises would come in handy for him - he likes to think hes a fairly calm person, but getting akutagawa to take care of himself would break even the most patient man.

he rolls his eyes “seriously, i could smell the blood on you before i could see you ,ryuu. im just really hoping its all yours”

ryuunosuke huffs a quiet “you’re such a bitch” that startles a incredulous laugh from atsushi. the tiger watches as the other man groans in defeat and lets himself sink to the floor; bracing against the brick behind him and clutching at his seemingly still bleeding side. if the weretiger is going to be so needlessly invasive he may as well rest, ryuunosuke muses, its not like the jinko hasnt seen him in worse conditions. he cringes away memories of a fleeting confession at sea, bleeding out infront of the detective again probably isnt the appropriate time to talk about it.

atsushi stops, squints, reassessing the mafioso “unless youve broken our promise-“

“alright- i messed up, jinko. is that what you wanted to hear? who knew you were such a fucking sadist-” he growls, annoyed now that the weretiger is still so untrusting of him “but i am not so imprudent as to keep my mistakes from you- seeing as that detective agency has finally taught you how to use that brain of yours” he doesnt bother to keep the bitterness out of his tone, they have both said and done much worse to each other after all. he leans back, ignoring his aching body’s protests and meets the weretigers now raised brow.

ryuunosuke sighs and goes lax against the wall, closing his eyes. fucking jinko…

“i have done a lot of shit in my life, jinko, but never once have i lied to you. i havent broken our promise and i wont. you should know this by now, you fool.”

the weretiger twitches, the name seemingly triggering something as his gaze slides off of ryuunosukes eyes and down to his neck. as the silence drags on the older opens his eyes, furrowing his brow as he takes in the jinkos frozen frame. His pupils are near pinpricks, jittering in the confides of his iris as his body is wracked with tremors. hes alarmingly silent, even as the tears overflow and begin to stream down his cheeks, even as his face contorts unattractively and his breathing speeds up. he wraps his arms around himself and ryuunosuke begrudgingly drags himself to his feet once again.

“…jinko?”

…

no response.

ryuunosuke blinks, the weretiger better not be fucking with him. he takes a tentative step forward, raising his palms placatingly from around his side and coiling rashomon around himself to hopefully keep his innards in, gods willing.

“atsushi…can you hear me?”

as he approaches he realises that atsushis now vacant gaze is still fixed to the wall ryuunosuke was sat against, seemingly caught on a ghost only he can see. hes yet to react to his aproach. doesnt seem to have noticed him move at all, really. and isnt that unusual? for someone who was just bitching about being able to hear every weary breath ryuunosuke took, the weretiger is alarmingly still. too struck by whatever horror his mind has conjured up this time to be aware of his surroundings, ryuunosuke imagines.

how the detective agency are still so seemingly oblivious to the weretigers plight ryuunosuke doesnt know.

but its not like he cares about the jinko.

…right?

shaking his head, the mafioso pushes that train of thought away and braces himself. if the jinko hadnt literally just been questioning his integrity as a partner he wouldve probably felt more guilty for what hes about to do, hes aware its horribly unorthodox. if his sibling knew of this they would surely have his head but its not like he has many options seeing as atsushi is near narcose. it may be brutish and harsh, even cruel to some,

but it works.

ryuunosuke taps the still quivering shoulder of the tiger and is unsuprised when that impassive gaze snaps to him with a mildly concerning crack of the jinkos neck. when that achingly familiar glow halos the alley in blue ryuunosuke sucks in a breathe and drops himself as low as he can to the sticky concrete below. his vision swims from the sudden movement and he can feel rashomon tighten her grip on his still bleeding wound, unsure if it was him who told her to or simply a byproduct of his coats concern.

he laughs deliriously. his coat is concerned but his supposed partner just tried to gut him? what a world he lives in…

gods, he hopes the tiger doesnt fancy a brawl in this tight, urine soaked alley. ryuunosuke is barely clinging to his conscious as it is.

when no second blow befalls his now prone body though, he chances a look up and immediately regrets it.

atsushi is staring at him now, his eyes glassy and overflowing with tears that smear his flushed face and nearly glitter in the dull light of the alley. hes clearly attempting to reaquaint himself with reality, stanced as he is over ryuunosukes unprotected form. his arm is still half raised from attacking him; cheap, flimsy shirt lifting to reveal smooth, tan skin…the mafioso laments over his own sickly figure as his eyes are glued to the rippling muscle hiding under there. a sheen of sweat is dripping down atsushis prominent hip bone that ryuunosuke wants to follow with his tongue. his eyes dragging down the shimmering silver happy trail he can just about see in the dying light of the alley.

…fuck.

ryuunosuke quickly looks back down at the floor, suddenly intent on examining the splatter of bird shit infront of him, lest his eyes rake any lower then they already have.

see, ryuunosukes not a fool. he knows he has…feelings to the tiger. it took a lot of reluctant, midnight rants with Gin to get there but he knows. the part of this thats blindsiding him is the all consuming, almost animalistic wave of desire this prediciment has sent careening through his bloodstream. its really not the time, but ryuunosukes never cared for things like that - you cant when you live a life like his. but that lack of practice at reeling himself in is really starting to kick him in the ass. the blood loss is not helping. rashomon is tacky from seeping up the evidence of his failure and ryuunosuke is just beginning to realise a lot of that moisture should be inside him. any remaining bloodflow is joyfully re-directing itself in a more unsavoury direction and ryuunosuke is increasingly glad hes laid himself flat on the concrete floor. his head is killing him.

throughout this whole process Atsushi is still just staring down at him, blinking rather aggressively as he processes what the fuck just happened.

…ryuunosukes really not sure how he manages to get himself in these situations.