#like smth was telling me i need to be anxious for a reason and low and behold he is avoiding me cause im his (emotional) side piece 🙄

[robotpussy]

oh i knew i was anxious for a reason. he rlly is a 2 timing bitch 😭😭

[umnvatra]

take me with you [zhongli]

fem! reader, fluff.

word count: 2.2k words

warning: contains spoilers of 1.1 story quest, "A New Star Approaches".

notes: wanted to post something before Zhongli's banner officially gets released in game! To my fellow travelers who are pulling for him, goodluck. Ad astra abyssosque. May the archons be with you. I haven't written in a long, long time so i apologize if the fic seems rushed or smth shdjdjsjdj

The winds on the harbor are as gentle as ever, brushing his hair lightly as he stood waiting. For some reason as always, he couldn't stop his heart from beating fast in his chest, anticipation eating away at him. It gave him the urge to pace back and forth, but he held himself back. It's been awhile since he's felt an emotion this strong before.

The feeling of awaiting someone's return.

Unconsciously, he held a hand up to his chest, where he could feel his own heart beating wildly. Calm, he thought to himself. Well, he supposes that it couldn't be helped. He missed you so, so much after all.

He knew he could not come with you on your adventures. As much as it pained him to part with you, he had a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and you had a quest to fulfill. However, on your time away from him, he could not stop feeling anxious, worried, and most of all, melancholic. Your presence was something that he got used to, to the point where going on everyday without you made him feel as if something was amiss with his day.

When the silhouette of The Crux appeared on the distance, he felt his heart beat faster and he finds that he couldn't stop himself from smiling. Finally...

Without thinking, he immediately steps down into the docks of the harbor, awaiting for the ship to set anchor in Liyue.

The sight of you and Paimon's floating figure appears on top of the ship, with Beidou following shortly after. He could see you waving at him enthusiastically from afar, making his smile widen more than it's supposed to. It's silly, of course. How Zhongli himself acted so differently around you.

When the ship drew nearer, it seemed that you couldn't contain your excitement anymore as you immediately climbed the sides of the ship and jumped, your glider spreading its wings as if they were your own. Zhongli couldn't help but chuckle at the surprised exclaim that came out of Beidou and Paimon at your actions, but it didn't seem like you cared. After all, you had your eyes on him. The pixie immediately followed after you dejectedly as the captain couldn't help but break into an exasperated smile.

He came closer to the edge of the dock, spreading his arms out. He already knew your habits. And if so, he knew that at this moment, you wanted him to...

"Catch me!" You shouted, before retracting your glider. As you fell towards him, Zhongli had already readied himself for impact only to catch you on his arms in time. He struggles to regain balance for a little only to have laughter erupt from you both, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

After a month, you have finally returned from Inazuma.

"You lovebirds sure missed each other that much, huh?" Beidou teased, stepping out as The Crux anchored. She looked highly amused at you and Zhongli as she made her way towards you both. Zhongli gave her an appreciative smile in return.

"Beidou. Allow me to express my gratitude for escorting [Name] back safely to Liyue," he says, to which the woman playfully rolls her eyes.

"Oh, don't sweat it. Besides, it was fun to bring [Name] aboard the Crux," she says, casting a grin towards you. "She is... a strong spirit. I gotta say, i'm impressed, Zhongli. The electro archon had lifted the Vision Hunt Decree because of [Name] over here."

At that, Zhongli's eyes strayed back towards your face, who now gave him a shy smile. A feeling of pride bloomed in his chest, and he couldn't help but smile warmly down at you. "Indeed, she is."

"Well! I'll be going to get dinner for myself then. I heard that Xiangling will be cooking in Wanmin today. See you two lovebirds," Beidou said. Paimon lets out a sound of dissatisfaction as she places a hand on her stomach.

"Uuuuugh. Paimon is hungry too. I could really really use some food right now," she says, looking towards you for approval. Zhongli sets you down on the ground as you dusted yourself off.

"Right. I'm hungry too," you say before casting a glance at Zhongli. For some reason, you felt shy around him right now. He looked handsome and elegant as ever, and you looked a little disheveled from your trip from Inazuma. Anywho, his beauty is still enough to make you flustered. "Zhongli? Do you want to come with us?"

"Let it be my treat," he says, making you and Paimon look at each other hesitantly. Before any of you can question him, he brings out a wallet that, surprisingly, had mora in them. "I bought mora with me this time."

"Just so you know, i don't have all day," Beidou calls out, catching all three of your attention. You and Paimon look at each other excitedly before nodding.

You intertwine your fingers with Zhongli's, giving it a squeeze. He looks at you then, and couldn't help but notice the new bandages and scratches that were on your body. You smelled like sea salt and the earthy tones of wood, but he did not mind. In his eyes, you still looked as beautiful as ever. Especially when you smile at him so lovingly like that.

"Let's go," you said softly, tugging his arm.

In order to celebrate, Xiangling overdid herself by whipping up a deliciously cooked Adeptus Temptation for you and Zhongli, and Tianshu Meat for Beidou. Paimon gets the to share with you and Zhongli much to her dismay, as she absolutely does not like how both of you dote on each other and feed each other occasionally. The four of you dine together, laughing and conversing with each other with Xiangling constantly popping up to join in on the conversations too. It was quite a strange sight to behold, having the captain of The Crux dine with the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and the Traveler who aided in saving Liyue from Osial.

None of you cared though. Especially Zhongli, who was basking in the present, feeding you food and gazing at your face from time to time. Even with you here, his heart trembles with such longing.

When you're finished eating, Beidou ruffles your hair and laughs at the sight of your pout. "Unfortunately, i have to go and tend to some business now." She sighs. "Sport, take good care of yourself. And you too, parlor man. I'll see you two when i see ya," she says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. Both of you bid her goodbye and watch as she disappears amidst the throng of people in the harbor.

Zhongli takes your hand in his and smiles. "Should we go then, my dear? You look like you need some rest."

You flush at the nickname and nod, squeezing his hand again. Paimon sighs quietly behind you, a hand on her head. Oh bother, here you both go again.

And just like that, you all make it back to the guesthouse where Zhongli stayed in. As soon as the door closes behind him, he eyes each of the scars and fresh bandages on your form.

"...And that's Paimon's cue to leave," she says, looking unamused as she fades into trails of constellations. You let out a light laugh at her comment, making the tall gentleman near you relax visibly at the sound. Perhaps you should apologize to Paimon someday for making her the unintentional third wheel on your relationship.

"How was it?" Zhongli asks, clearly referring to Inazuma.

You squeezed his hand, excitement evident in your eyes as a large smile appeared on your face.

"You wouldn't believe it. Inazuma.. it was... crazy," you said.

He leads you towards the couch as you tell him animatedly about your adventures in Inazuma. Raiden, how her rule affected the people in Inazuma, the technology they had, and about a certain vagrant who turned out to be a Fatui harbinger. He carefully combs and unknots your messy hair with his own fingers, listening attentively to your stories. In his mind's eye, he could picture out your journey in trying, and surviving Inazuma. All the piece of history, the emotions of the shogun herself, and the power of the seemingly innocent Harbinger stood so clearly in his head. By the time you were recounting your battle with the fatui, your voice was already slightly hoarse from the amount of talking you've done.

Your adventures always sounded enjoyable and full of wonder to him. With your goal, you are slowly uncovering each and every mystery there was to find in Teyvat. Although you expressed some sadness about the gnosis of the electro archon, Zhongli kisses the crown of your head tenderly, his actions so genuine that it made you relax immediately.

"You've already done the best you could. I am sure the thought counts to Raiden," he says, drawing soothing circles on your palm. You turned towards him with a smile before suddenly enveloping him into a tight hug. He gets taken aback at first, but he slowly relaxes and hugs you back just as tight. He inhales your scent and holds you close, the emotions that he'd been holding off for so many weeks finally spilling over.

"I... missed you," he says into your hair, voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. You chuckle, the vibrations running through his chest and his stomach.

"I missed you too. You have no idea how much i.. couldn't stop thinking about you when i was in Inazuma," you said, your voice becoming low. "When i was trapped in there, i was afraid for a moment. I thought... i couldn't see you anymore. But then i repelled those thoughts away. I told myself that if i fought hard enough, i could see you again for sure."

He squeezes you. That was certainly a terrifying possibility. One that he only realized on his days apart from you. He almost berated himself from letting you go too easily. After all, he knew how dangerous Inazuma was.

But there was no need to worry anymore, as you returned to him safely. Alive. And healthy.

"I wouldn't want to imagine what would happen if you could not come out..." he confesses. At his words, you run your fingers through his hair in hopes of comforting him.

He wouldn't say that he'd let you go so easily again though.

"I would never let that happen. When i faced off with the harbinger, all i had to think about was my brother... and you," You said, making him break out into a smile again. Empowering. Your words always empowered him. No matter how simple.

"Where is your next destination?" He found himself asking, even though he already had an idea.

You break away from the hug, staring at his intense amber ones.

"I have to go to Sumeru next before the fatui can stir up problems again," you respond, your eyes set in determination. Zhongli nods his head in understanding. Of course the shogun directed you next to the Archon of Wisdom next. It was only natural.

"Then... could you take me with you?" He asks, voice almost sheepish. He looked expectant and openly searched your own reaction, but before you can even respond, he opens his mouth again and the words stumble out. "I find that without you here, i get rather... lonely. I feel that something is amiss— " he pauses, exhaling. Goodness, he wasn't good with expressing his emotions.

"...And i decided that i wanted to take on your journey with you. To fight alongside you, no matter what happens. I want to explore what Teyvat has to offer with you, even if it's dangerous, i- oof —"

He gets interrupted by you enveloping him into an incredibly tight hug that made him feel as if his bones were going to get crushed. Zhongli fidgets uncomfortably, not used to you hugging him this tight when you speak again.

"I thought you'd never ask," you murmur, smiling into his skin. For a long, long time, you'd been worried that you'd have to leave him always just to reach the rest of the regions. Of course you knew that being in a relationship while having a quest such as yours was going to be one full of hardship.

But everything is okay, especially when Zhongli carefully breaks the embrace and cups your face with his hands slowly.

He already made arrangements and talked with Hu Tao. She was willing enough to let him go of his position on the parlor. Leaving Liyue would possibly make him homesick, as he knows no other region like the back of his hand other than it, but he knew that he wanted to go with you no matter what, or where. And he was prepared to take on this journey with you.

It would be of no easy task. He knew an adventure could mean so many things. Joy, rage, curiosity, conflict...

And yet he wanted nothing more than to go with you. And possibly even come with you to your own world.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that would mark his gratitude.

From the entirety of Teyvat, up until the stars.

[lucy-sky]

Opposites (Ezra x Reader)

Summary: Being a freelance digger you landed on The Green Moon in search for treasure, and found more than you expected. You meet Ezra - a man you used to work with in the past. You had a history, but this relationship led to nothing. Is it a good idea to team up with him again, or not? Soon you’ll find out. 

Words: 6 130

Warnings: Sexual content (quite fluffy, but still)

Note: Okay... I totally didn’t expect this movie to hit me THAT hard, but I guess it happened - I wrote a fic. And it’s rather long, omg. So... What you need to know about me is that I very seldom write about not Sam Rockwell characters, so this story is smth a bit out of my comfort zone. Also this is only the 2nd time I’m trying to write some kind of an action scene and it’s a real struggle for me to put such things into words (English is not my native language). Anyway, since I’m new to Pedro Pascal fandom and since I haven’t seen much content with this particular character (why though???), I’m very curious (and slightly anxious) about people’s opinions on this story. So, your feedback is greatly appreciated! But please be gentle :’D 

@biobiopsy​, you asked me to tag you, so here you go :)

That day was totally not the best in your carrier. After spending hours wandering over the wilds of The Green Moon, all you had in your case was a couple of gems. It was getting late and your filter was almost spent, but you still haven’t found a decent aurelac deposit.

After a short break you decided to head back to your ship. The filter wasn’t going to last long anyways. Maybe tomorrow you’d be luckier… But as you were just about to leave, something caught your eye. The ground… Was it what you thought it was? You got closer, took off your backpack and reached for the kit.

No way. No fucking way. It was a freaking goldmine!

Finally the fortune seemed to smile upon you! But now you had a problem: he deposit was large; getting the gems takes time, you knew from experience that rush is your worst enemy when it comes to this. Damn it! Why didn’t you just take a spare filter with you?

A sudden rustle from behind interrupted your thoughts. Your reaction was fast - you turned around abruptly, jerking out the thrower.

- Whoa, easy… Y/n??

You blinked in confusion. The man, standing in front of you, was someone you totally didn’t expect to meet right here and right now.

- Ezra?

Yes, it obviously was him. A man you used to work with about a year ago as a part of diggers team. He didn’t seem to change at all: same bold look in his dark brown eyes, same bright smile… You still remembered kissing those lips once - something you wished to forget, and almost succeeded in this… But life was never predictable.

- Damn, y/n, is it really you? Long time no see… It’s been a year, huh?

- Guess so, - you nodded, the weapon still pointed at him.

- Hey, come on, I came in peace, - Ezra chuckled, but you didn’t move.

- It’s my place, - you said harshly.

- Is it? Forgive me, but I don’t see any signs saying it’s exclusively yours.

- I got here first. The Green is big enough, go find your own.

- So we’ve just met and you’re already asking me to leave? That’s not very nice. Didn’t you miss me? - He smirked cockily.

- Not really.

- Shame. Cause I did. Where’s your team, y/n?

- I’m working for myself now.

- Oh. Why’s that?

- People can betray, - you snapped. - Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.

- Really? So that’s the reason you’re so mad? My so called “betrayal”?

- You stole the gems and disappeared. What else should I call it?

- Hey! Let me remind you, I didn’t take the entire harvest, just took what’s mine. I think that’s fair enough. And… Whatever you call it, you should know - it has absolutely nothing to do with you. It’s all about the asshole we used to work for these days. As far as I remember, you thought he’s an asshole too, right?

- Right. You knew that. So you could at least let me know about your plans.

- I… - He stumbled, - Only didn’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you kinda pushed me away so I didn’t want to be too persistent.

- Wow, you’re such a gentleman, - you replied sarcastically. Ezra let out an annoyed sigh.

- Anyway, I’m not here to steal anything from you. I would never do such a thing. I just wanted to offer a helping hand, - he continued.

- So far, I somehow manage without you.

- And I’ve never called it in question. But hey, this deposit… it’s really impressive. There’s more than enough aurelac for both of us, and together we can harvest it way faster. I mean… you don’t want other floaters to come across it, do you?

There was something suspicious about the way he talked… You narrowed your eyes examining his face through the glass helmet.

- You need something from me, right? Apart from the gems.

- Huh?.. - It was his turn now to look confused.

- What about your team, Ezra? - You cocked an eyebrow. - Where is it?

- I uh… See, I’m not always work in a team, sometimes I run solo as well…

- Okay. What about your ship than?

- Uh…

- Let me guess. They flew away and left you here, did they?

From his expression you could already guess the answer.

- Something like that. We had a kind of a… Misunderstanding.

- Well… Guess now you see how the karma works, - you couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

- Haha. Very funny, - he grimaced. - Look, I’m really sorry about what happened… Between us, okay? Believe it or not, I don’t wanna cause you any harm. I’m actually really glad to see you… Even though you keep pointing this thing at me. I’m not an enemy. Just think of it - we can be really helpful for each other. I’ve no doubts you are prehensile enough to understand.

“Prehensile”... Only Ezra could use such kind of a word in his regular speech... Maybe that’s why he was always good at convincing. But this time it wasn’t even about benefits or something. Was he helpful or not, one thing you knew for sure: you couldn’t leave him like that.

There was also another, less noble reason to accept his suggestion: you couldn’t stay here any longer, and leaving right now meant giving him your deposit.

- Fine, - you finally put the thrower down. - My filter is very low. Could you share?

- Sure, - Ezra smiled, his posture instantly getting more relaxed. - Although mine’s not new as well… Not much for the two people… But at least we can start working. There’s still time until it gets dark.

- Deal, - you agreed.

- Hey, y/n.

- Yes?

- I’m glad you’re doing well. Really.

“Sounds like he means it”, you thought.

- Yeah… Glad you’re doing well too… Or at least you’re alive and optimistic.

- This is the way I am, sweetheart, - he winked.

- Please don’t do that.

- What?

- Don’t call me “sweetheart”. Or I’ll change my mind about giving you a ride.

- Alright, no problem, - Ezra made a serious face. - You’re the boss.

- Let’s get to it, than.

***

Darkness already blinded the sky above The Green Moon completely when you finally reached your ship.

- So this beauty is all yours, huh? Not too bad! - Ezra nodded approvingly, looking around.

- Well, I’m actually still paying for it… But yep, it’s mine. This ship is my home, so treat it respectfully, okay?

- Of course. I bet after the harvest we’re about to get you’ll be able to pay the rest easily.

- That’s why I chose working for myself. When you work for someone, it’s exhausting as fuck, and you don’t get nearly as much profit as you expect. Plus the people are sometimes assholes. But that’s not even the point. The point is - I have no idea how much time it would take me to earn enough if I kept working like I used to.

- You’re right, that’s a hell of a job. Don’t do that anymore either… Well, maybe some occasional contract gig when I’m not occupied with something else… Only I still prefer working with partners, you know… Someone who shares my views.

- Yeah, you’re apparently too talkative to stay alone for a long time.

- What can I do? - Ezra scoffed. - I’m a heart and soul of a party.

- And here’s where it took you… - You remarked. 

He just shrugged.

- Everything happens for a reason. You got something to eat?..

After an improvised dinner you spent a couple of hours revising supplies and preparing for tomorrow. When everything was ready, you took a wise decision to get some rest. Even though you covered the deposit with mud and moss as much as you possibly could before leaving, you still had to return to the dig early, or your place could be discovered by someone else.

- Hey, can I ask you something? - You said when you both were lying on the cots opposite each other.

- Shoot.

- What were you actually going to do? I mean… You’re alone here, with no ship, with the last filter left…What was your plan?

- Plan?.. Well I thought of finding some settlers and ask them. Perhaps I could bargain for something…

- Like what?

- No idea. I’d figure something out, I always do. That’s how I survive, - Ezra shrugged.

- This is crazy.

- Maybe. But you just can’t be prepared for absolutely anything.

- I’m at least trying to.

- Yeah, right. You hate asking for help, do you? Also I think you’ve got trust issues, sweetheart.

- I just choose to rely on myself, not someone else in the first place. And I don’t consider it an issue, end of story. And by the way, what did I tell you about “sweetheart”?

- Fine, fine, whatever you say, - he threw his hands up jokingly. You rolled your eyes.

- You know what? We could actually make a great team, - Ezra suddenly went after a pause.

- Seriously? - You huffed. - What makes you think so?

- Opposites attract.

- Bullshit. Go to sleep already.

With this you turned away from him. As you closed your eyes, you could hear him chuckling. What a cocky bastard. Yet you had to admit, at least to yourself - you really kind of missed him.

***

You woke up even earlier than expected. Partly due to nervous anticipation and partly because another person’s presence on your ship next to you felt a bit awkward. 

Ezra was still asleep, and you caught yourself staring at his calm and peaceful features with a subtle tender sensation deep inside your chest… What’s wrong with you, y/n? A guy you had a vaguely romantic relationship with about a year ago appears out of the blue and you’re already melting. What a shame. And yet… You couldn’t help thinking about what may have happened if you didn’t push him away, if you weren’t afraid… What exactly you were afraid of? Getting too close?.. Perhaps he was right about trust issues though… No, this relationship would most certainly lead to nothing. You’re too different in many ways…

Opposites attract.

You shook your head. There was no time for self-scrutiny at the moment. You had to concentrate on work. Once it’s done, you’d have time to figure out your feelings. And also find out if you can really trust him or not.

Decidedly, you stood up and reached out to shake his shoulder.

- Wake up, sleeping beauty. The gems are not gonna dig themselves out.

The man let out a soft grunt.

- Seriously, Ezra. I’m not gonna tell you twice.

- Alright, alright, I’m awake, - he squinted at you. - You’re not very sweet in the mornings, you know that?

- I’ll take it as a compliment.

***

It was an extremely productive day. You had to admit: working with a partner was way more effective than doing it alone. With Ezra’s help you also managed to bring and set a tent where you could have breaks and eat without returning to the ship. It saved you lots of time.

One of today’s trophies you were particularly proud of. You already sensed something special as you pulled out a cocoon way heavier than usual. The color was slightly different as well.

- Ezra, look, - you called out. He frowned, carefully examining your finding.

- Why do you think it’s like that? - You asked.

- No idea. But we have to be careful. Let’s find out, - he reached for a knife. - Hold it like that…

You both held your breath as he made a cut.

- Ha! Perfect, - he gave you a triumphant grin.

Once the meat was removed, you saw an aurelac gem you’ve never seen before. It was huge, and almost entirely golden.

- Have you ever seen something like that? - You asked, staring at the gem in awe.

- Never. Just heard something about it. I thought it’s a myth…

- Hey.

You took your eyes off the trophy and faced him.

- We’re not splitting the gems, right? We take the harvest, return to the center, sell it and then split the reward evenly. Agreed?

- Sounds fair to me, - Ezra nodded. - I’m in.

- Awesome. Let’s get back to work than?

- Yes, Ma’am! - He replied with a chuckle. - By the way, what are you gonna do with all this money, apart from paying for the ship?

- Didn’t really think about it…

- I’d go somewhere for a nice long vacation, - he said dreamily. - Kamrea maybe… I’ve heard it’s a lovely place... Care to join me for further inspection?..

- I don’t know.

- Ah, come on! Why not?

- I’m not completely sure if I can trust you yet, - you said honestly.

- Okay… - He paused, then smiled. - Anyway, since we’re stuck together, you still have plenty of time make up your mind.

***

Walking back to the ship that night you both felt tired but pretty content. It gets dark quite fast here on The Green Moon, so you had to use flashlights. Ezra was telling you one of his many funny stories as you walked, when you suddenly heard a rustle from the bushes to the left of you.

- Hey, did you hear it? - You asked, tensing immediately, your hand slowly moving to the thrower.

He nodded, ready to grab his weapon as well.

The rustle continued.

- Who’s there? - Ezra asked out loud, pointing the gun at the bushes. - Show yourself!

At first nothing happened. You looked at each other, shrugged and decided to keep going, but once you started moving again, three silhouettes stepped out of the darkness, blocking your way. And they were pointing throwers at you as well.

- What the hell… - Ezra muttered. - Hey guys! Maybe we’ll talk like civilized people first, how ‘bout that?..

The tallest person said something, but you didn’t understand a thing - apparently these people didn’t speak your language. And they didn’t sound very friendly.

- Harvest, - you finally heard. - We need harvest.

- Sorry to upset you, buddy, but I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen. Our harvest is ours, - Ezra replied boldly.

- Ours.

The following things happened really fast: the tallest guy pointed the gun at Ezra, but he was faster and managed to injure him. Dropping the tent on the ground you rushed to the right, shooting on your way. The enemies were shooting back. One of them fell. But it was just a start: there were more of them, to the right and the left, you couldn’t tell exactly how many. All you could do at the moment was run. And shoot. It was too dark already and you had no idea if you actually managed to hurt any of them or not… Good thing they didn’t have any night vision devices either. The ship wasn’t far. You could already see it. But damn! These people just didn’t let you go. They seemed to be everywhere. Whispers and rustles of the forest and darkness didn’t help you at all. But still you managed to move forward somehow.

At some point you lost Ezra and the panic immediately started rising up inside you. In this darkness you could easily hurt each other instead of the enemies. With a shaky voice, you called out his name, knowing full well that shouting is not a good idea, but you instantly felt relieved when his hand found yours.

- I’m here. C’mon!

He pulled you with him behind the nearest tree.

- Fuck! Who the hell are they?? - You whispered frantically.

- Pretty sure they ain’t no floaters. Just bastards who don’t wanna dig but prefer ravaging the others… Fucking pirates! They found the ship and set the trap.

- But we can make it, right? It’s not that far.

- We have to. Come on, let’s go.

Still holding hands tightly you proceeded moving towards the ship.

- Ezra, look out!

You saw a pirate stepping out of the bush right behind him, and you shot. When you pulled the trigger again, you realized the thrower was empty.

- Shit!

Ezra shot a couple more times, before his thrower went off, but thankfully his shots were tidy enough to fetch down the opponent. You ran a few of meters more and hid behind the tree again, catching your breath.

- Got more cassettes? - You asked him.

He searched in his pocket.

- Just one.

Damn. The situation was getting even worse.

- Okay, got an idea, - Ezra said decidedly. - Here’s what we’re gonna do. You take the case with gems and run to the ship as fast as you can. I cover you with the thrower. Get inside and start the engine. If I won't be there in… Two minutes - you take off. Clear?

The plan was risky, but what else you could do? In these circumstances you just had no other choice than to trust him.

- Y/n? Can you do that?

- Yeah… Yes, I think I can, - you nodded, breathing heavily. - Let’s do it.

- Okay.

Ezra reached his pocket and recharged his thrower with a new cassette.

- Ready? - He asked and you nodded again. - Oh, wait.

He took something off his front pocket and tucked it into yours. You thought it was probably his empty cassettes to recharge on board the ship.

- There. Now go!

- Two minutes, right?

- Two minutes, - he nodded reassuringly and squeezed your hand in his for a split second. Enough to make your heart shrink. - Go!

Without further hesitation, you took a deep breath and rushed towards the ship. Your heart was hammering wildly inside your chest; all you could hear was your heavy breathing and the shots behind you. Someone wailed in pain. You were hoping with all your heart it wasn’t Ezra.

Only a few steps were separating you from the ship when suddenly a dark figure appeared right in front of you, as if out of nowhere. You had no time to think about what you were doing. As you saw the thrower pointed at you, you had to use the only possible weapon you had - the case with gems. So you did. Before the stranger managed to pull the trigger, your case crashed against the front of his helmet. You heard the sound of cracking glass and hit again; suddenly the case popped open and about a half of its content scattered to the ground. Apparently you broke the lock somehow, but there was no time to collect the stones. Taking the advantage of your enemy being disoriented, you rushed to the door and entered the security code with shaky fingers. Whoever these pirates were, they definitely weren’t smart enough to crack this code and break inside the ship.

Taking off your helmet and gloves, you ran to the cockpit, quickly started the engines, and then recharged your thrower in case if Ezra needed help.

“Two minutes.”

The time was running out. All of a sudden you realized how you’re actually afraid of losing him.

- Come on, Ezra!.. - You muttered through clenched teeth, staring at your watch. Less than half a minute left.

“I’m not gonna take off without him.”

You stood up, grabbed the thrower, and headed back to the door. A sudden loud noise following by a low grunt made you flinch.

- Ezra? - You shouted. - Ezra, is that you?

There was no answer and you felt like sinking.

- Ezra?..

- Yes, that’s me! Take off! NOW!

You let out a deep sigh of relief and ran back to the cockpit.

“Alright than… 3… 2… 1…”

- Ezra, hold onto something!

The engines roared and the ship took off. You closed your eyes, trying to breathe evenly and compose yourself.

“It’s over. We’re safe now.”

***

In a few minutes the ship left the planet’s orbit, so you could finally switch on the automatic flight control and go check on Ezra. He still wasn’t around and you worried he might be hurt. The dust of The Green Moon made every single scratch a possible lethal danger.

You found him next to the door, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

- Ezra… Is everything alright?.. - You asked anxiously, hunkering down next to him. - Are you injured?..

He opened his eyes and looked up at you.

- I’m fine… Y/n… You won’t believe it, but… I think I twisted my ankle, - he scoffed.

For the second time tonight you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or to cry because of relief. Unable to contain yourself, you leaned into him in a swift motion and hugged him tightly. Your reaction was so sudden it caused him jerk a little, but the next moment you felt him hugging you back.

- Hey… He whispered softly, letting his fingers run through your hair. – What did I tell you? Take off in two minutes. And how long did you wait?..

- I’ve always been stubborn, - you smirked against his shoulder.

- That’s what I always liked about you.

 ***

Later in your quarters, after you both finally got rid of the suits, you were helping Ezra to fix his ankle with a bandage.

- See, I was right, - He pointed out. - We really do make a good team. We have to think about working together in the future, huh?

- You know, I was really pissed at you, - You confessed. - When you left. I didn’t really care about the gems and stuff... But... It’s just that you simply disappeared without saying a word... As if I meant nothing for you.

You weren’t completely sure why you were telling this to him. Just a sudden desire to finally make it clear about how you felt. Ezra looked at you carefully, knitting his brow.

- I mean... I agree that it’s my fault as well, I really did pushed you away myself, so what else did I expect, but... still... - At this you stumbled, lost for words.

- Y/n, don’t. That was really shitty of me to leave like that, ‘cause it’s absolutely not true about you meaning nothing... I just... - He sighed deeply and the soft look in his brown eyes made your heart skip a beat. - I totally should have been more persistent.

Having said that, he reached out, his fingertips grazing against your cheek. A soft, barely perceptible touch, yet still so full of affection.

- I’m sorry, - he whispered, and leaned in.

The next thing you felt was his lips, warm and gentle against yours. The kiss was incredibly tender and quite chaste, but nevertheless it made you weak. Ezra pulled away a little, as if waiting for your reaction, but when you gripped onto his shoulders, he didn’t hesitate any longer. His lips crushed back on yours feverishly, his breath hot, and his tongue pushing inside your mouth decidedly, sending millions of shivers down your spine. He tasted and felt exactly the same as a year ago, but this time you both were way more desperate and needy at the sudden realization - you could have died tonight. In a way this kiss was a celebration of life, but also only now you realized very clearly how much you needed this, how long you’ve been completely on your own; and how you actually missed him, his touch and his warmth.

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, melting against his frame with a trembling gasp as he let go of your lips only to nibble on your jawline. Your head felt light and dizzy of his closeness, sloppy kisses on your neck, tickling sensation of his facial hair against sensitive skin.

Deliriously, you let your hands wander to the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath and caressing his belly. Ezra let go of you for a moment to pull the t-shirt off over his head and toss it aside. His body was firm and tanned and you marveled at the sight. Your shirt went next, and then he pulled you back in his embrace. The skin-to-skin contact almost made you shudder, almost too much for your touch starved body. Almost unbearable, but you still craved for it. Your breath quickened as his tongue traced your collarbone while his fingers struggled to undo your bra. You reached behind your back to help him and soon your breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes, darkened with lust. You bit your lip as his thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples, it was like the sparks of electricity flashing through your body. Greedily, he kissed your lips again, pulling you down on the cot with him, on top of him.

As you straddled him, you could feel how hard he already was underneath you. Unable to let go of his lips, you started slowly grinding against him to release the pressure building in your core, earning a quiet moan from him. It encouraged you to go further and trace his neck with your tongue. You could feel him shivering, tightening his grip on your hips.

He let you explore his body for a while, tracing his chest with your fingertips, peppering his collarbones with soft kisses, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to take it for too long. It’s been a while since someone touched him with real affection. At some point he just couldn’t contain himself any longer. Letting out a low groan, he seized your waist and flipped you onto your back. Your surprised gasp was muffled by his lips capturing yours again, before moving further down your body. The tip of his tongue just barely touched a hard peak of your nipple, but it caused you whimper out loud. Tenderly, he kissed his way between your breasts and down your belly, along the hem of your sweatpants, before tugging them down slowly.

When he pressed a soft kiss on your mound through the thin cotton of your underwear, you were about to scream. There was too much of him, to many sensations at once, and your insides were tingling and aching for release, but you couldn’t get rid of a slightly awkward feeling. You’ve never been that exposed to a man before. Emotionally and physically.

Ezra seemed to feel your tension. Frowning, he looked up at you.

- Uh, y/n… did you ever…

You felt blush creeping up your cheeks.

- Sorry, I… didn’t have much time for romance… - You mumbled.

- It’s okay, - he hushed, his deep brown eyes looking at you with such warmth and affection you couldn’t help but smile. - Just relax. You won’t regret it. Trust me.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. Trust him. Yes, you did trust him.

Once your panties were gone, he positioned himself between your thighs, and his hot breath against your center made you tremble with anticipation. Then his tongue carefully slid past your folds and you almost purred at the blissful sensation. After a few long and unhurried licks he settled at your throbbing clit, sucking on it gently, and it didn’t take long before you finally exploded, writhing and moaning shamelessly, fingers entangled into his soft messy hair. He kept going through your climax, licking you clean until the overstimulation caused you flinch. You were still a panting mess when he made his way back to your parted lips.  

Slowly kissing him back, you could taste yourself on his tongue, and even though your insides still fluttered a bit in an aftermath of your climax, you still knew you needed more of him.

- You alright? - He asked quietly, stroking your cheek with his knuckles.

- Uh-huh, - you made, kissing his upper lip while reaching between your bodies to cup his bulge. He sighed, slightly bucking his hips at your touch.

- Ezra, - you whispered, your face so close to his your noses touched. – I… think you should take off your pants now…

- That makes sense, I guess, - he snickered mischievously, placing one more quick kiss on your lips before getting on his feet and tugging off his pants and underwear.

Hovering over you, Ezra pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and humming softly as your fingers trailed down his torso, through the hairs on his lower belly, to stroke along his length. The throbbing, teasing sensation was driving him crazy, yet your sweet caress, so gentle and intimate, almost made him melt. He both craved for release and wanted it to last forever. He opened his eyes, met your gaze, and kissed you again, deeply and passionately, causing you tremble beneath him.

- I need you, - you breathed out against his mouth, and he obeyed. The sensation of him filling you up was overwhelming. He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust, but soon your moans and gasps of pleasure encouraged him to pick up the pace. Clinging to him, you enjoyed every second of this intimacy. Everything felt so good: the weight of his body on top of yours, his hot breath on your skin, quiet moans and grunts escaping him… Digging your nails into his shoulders you arched your hips to meet his thrusts, urging him to go deeper. His hand slid under the bend of your knee, lifting your leg a bit to get a better angle. You whimpered desperately, jolts of pleasure flashing deep within your core as he hit that sweet spot of yours, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. A couple more thrusts and you clenched around him, a wave of pure ecstasy washing all over your body from head to toes. Ezra felt dangerously close too. He pulled out with a groan and let go. Through the haze of your post-orgasmic bliss you could feel his warm load spilling over your belly.

He collapsed on top of you, panting, and you were simply lying like that for a while, his face buried into the crook of your neck, your fingers caressing his hair. You felt warm and sated, and completely safe in his arms. Ezra lifted his head lazily to look at you. His eyes were soft and sparkling, and you felt so much tenderness for him at the moment, that you couldn’t possibly put it into words. Instead, you kissed him. You kissed the corners of his mouth, the tip of his nose. You kissed that little wrinkle he had between his eyebrows and let your fingers run through his tousled hair. He had this little blond streak and you remembered asking him about it once, but he wasn’t sure himself when and how he actually got it. Anyway, you always found it adorable. Ezra took your hand in his and brought it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.

- That was… Pretty intense, huh?.. - He smiled.

- Oh yes, it was.

- You know what we need right now? A shower.

- True, - you agreed. - You can go first then. The shower cabin is too small for the two of us anyways…

- Bullshit. Pretty sure we can fit. If we get close enough, - Ezra smirked. - You’re going with me, sweetheart. End of subject.

- Yes, sir, - you laughed.

Finally you could admit - you actually liked him calling you “sweetheart”. A lot.

***

You woke up lying on Ezra’s chest instead of a pillow. His calm and even breath and the warmth of his body against you felt nice and comforting, and not awkward at all this time.

In the world you lived, there was one thing you knew for sure - you had to be tough. Showing weakness was never safe. But now, with him for the first time in ages you weren’t afraid of being opened up and vulnerable. And it didn’t even matter how different you were. Yes, you’re the quiet one and he’s talkative, he’s chaotic and you’re organized, he’s spontaneous and you always need a plan… But none of these was important. The most important thing was - deep inside you both felt loneliness. Now you weren’t lonely anymore.

You felt like you could spend a lifetime just snuggling like that, it was perfection, except one thing - you realized you were hungry as a wolf. Unable to bear with the rumbling of your stomach any longer, you carefully slipped out of the bed, put on some clothes and headed to the cockpit.

Your backpack was still lying there on the floor. You opened it and grabbed a couple of protein bars and a thermos bottle. Sitting on the floor with your legs crossed, you took a sip of warm drink. Your body was aching but it was a pleasant sensation. You glanced at the timer on the dashboard to find out you still had a few hours until landing. No rush.

The case was there too, next to the backpack. You reached out and opened it. Damn. More than a half of your harvest was lost, including that rare big golden gem. You sighed. Well, at least you were alive and well… And in fact, you found something way more valuable than gemstones.

“Everything happens for a reason. “

You heard his footsteps behind you and smiled.

- Morning… - Ezra’s voice was a little hoarse after sleep. He bent down and kissed the top of your head before sitting next to you.

- Morning. Are you hungry? - You handed him a protein bar.

- I sure am, - he chucked, leaning in and gently nibbling on your exposed shoulder.

- I didn’t mean that hunger, - you scoffed.

- Well, that too, - he took a large bite of his snack.

- Hey, what’s wrong? - He frowned, as he followed your gaze and spotted the opened case.

- Well, nothing particularly terrible. It’s just… I guess your dream vacation has to wait for a while… - You shrugged, and told him what happened on your way to the ship.

- Oh yeah, I saw that guy with a smashed helmet… Almost tripped over him actually… That’s pretty badass! - He nodded in appreciation. - Um… By the way… You didn’t check the front pocket of your suit, did you?

- Nope, - you narrowed your eyes. - Why? I thought you just gave me your empty cassettes…

- There were cassettes, yes… But… There was also something else…

Intrigued, you got on your feet. Your suit was hanging next to the door. You dove your hand into the front pocket and fished out something wrapped in a piece of cloth. Carefully you unwrapped the bundle and gasped in surprise: it was the big golden gem.

- B-but… - You stuttered, turning to Ezra and giving him a questioned look. - How?... Did you steal this gem?..

- What? No! You saw all the gems when you closed the case before heading back. How could I possibly do that? Magic powers?

- Than I’m confused.

- Don’t be. It’s not the same stone, it’s another one. Remember I told you I’ve heard of these gems? Well I also heard there are usually two of them, on the opposite sides of the dig.

- Opposites… - You murmured softly and he gave you a broad smile.

- That’s right. Just like you and me, huh?

- But why didn’t you tell me?

- Just wanted to surprise you. It’s simple as that. And it seems to me that mischief managed, - he chuckled.

- Bastard, - you laughed.

- Love you too.

- Is that… A confession? - You blurted out.

- Most likely it is, - Ezra smirked, stepping closer to you and cupping your cheek. - All I know is you are way, way more precious than any gem, sweetheart. Ugh... This actually sounds a bit cheesier than I expected…

- It’s okay, - you hushed, leaning in for a kiss. - I think I can deal with it.

***

For everyone who read until the end - thank you very much for your time and patience!

[johnny-pie]

Some potterlock Headcanons I've been thinking about

Against all his expectations and wishes, Sherlock wasn't sorted to Slytherin in first year. It's not that he dislikes his current house, but since slytherins were considered arrogant and bold, he just thought that was easily where he was meant to be. People did tell him he was rude and had no tact. Moreover, he was a pureblood. So when the Sorting Hat screamed "Ravenclaw!" over his head, he tried very hard to forget what it had said about his decision and resolved to tell nobody. "I would say Slytherin, but your heart is kind and very visible..."

On the other hand, John's sorting was way more straightforward and concise. As soon as the hat touched his head, it belowed Gryffindor so loudly John nearly fell off the tiny stoll. He couldn't say he was surprised: the whole of his family (except his Muggle Father and Harry, who was a Hufflepufff) were gryffindors and he certainly had been told he was impulsive and a bit unobservant, at times.

While John is instinct-based, his magic fierce yet swift emanating off of him naturally, Sherlock is a mess of energy, his magic sporadic and erratic bursting out of his body like thunder. Therefore, John is good in charms and transfiguration but sucks in subjects that require meticulous studying and dedication like potions, herbology, ancient runes or muggle subjects.

HENCE they meet in detention or smth because they are Bad Boys: Sherlock is a smart-ass who does not know when to shut his mouth and John is a ocassional prankters and also has quite a mood and a pair of fists. After talking for a while they discover that they actually tolerate each other (although Sherlock still finds John a bit too gryffindor and John still thinks Sherlock is a cocky arse) and they agree to help each other out in the subjects they have trouble with.

Since he's a pureblood people expect Sherlock to be racist but actually, even when his surname is part of the secret 28, his family lie low and workas spies for the order, Mycroft eventually rising up in the ministry enough to pull certain strings and help the cause consirably. John has a similar family to Snape, but instead to turning into a nasty old bastard he saves his mother, sister and himself from his abusive father and refugies in The Holmes House.

No one actually understands their friendship. Sure, they support each other, but how do they even get along? They seem from the outside like polar opposites: Where John is steady and straight-forward, Sherkock is sneaky and manipulative. While Sherlocks enjoys detailed experiments and challenging academic tasks, John indulges in sport and art is proudly a simplistic realist. But there are times, like when John teaches Sherlock how to play Quidditch and the wind blows their hair and their hearts beat rapidly; when Sherlock teaches John to be an Animagus and shows him different kinds of magic from all around the worldor when John introduces Sherlock to cars and other Dangerous™️ Muggle machines; these are times are the ones when, of you look close enough, you can understand: They balance each other. They provide to one another what the other lacks.

When Sherlock needs to fake his death for 3 years and fight the war in silence, the only means of communication John and Sherlock resort to is their patrouni. John's magestic Jaguar and Sherlock's dark crow deliver message after message entailing war information, the occasional intimate expression of loss and despair caused by the war, and the descreet deseperation of missing each other.

When Sherlock is having a particularly bad anxious episode John busies him by presenting him broken muggle artefacts and defying him to understand and fix them before John understands a eccentric magical object or cracks a rare spell or potion presented by Sherlock. John always loses but never cares.

During the first attacks previous to the explosion of the first war Sherlock used to solve the cases of the disappearances and actually recognise who had committed the crime, and at John's insistence he eventually went to dumbledore who listened to him and took action.

Sherlock admires Dumbledore deeply but recognises his manipulative and cynical behaviour and restrains himself from taking him as a role, which John seems pleased about, for some reason.

He has a similar admiration for John, he thinks, nothing too weird. He just finds John's bravery and nobility notable and is fond of how passionate he is about what he loves and can't a boy appreciate his friend's impressing looks and sweet smile? Oh, and his strong moral compass! He's not so invested. Not too much, anyway.

When Death Eaters attack Hogsmeade, John tries to rescue a first year from a fire in one of the shops. When Sherlock can't find him anywhere, his magic just goes crazy and starts doing random shit, like levitating people without him casting anything, shaking the ground and changing his clothes colour. So when he finally sees John and runs to hug him and some people around him fall ungracefully to the (now still) ground while John snickers at his multicolour robes and holds him tightly, Sherlock realises me may be invested after all. Maybe a bit too invested.

[hobidreams]

This is the beginning of a long ask bc i have so much to say! I found your tonight MLT randomly but as soon as i realised you were the author of MOTH i had to follow you immediately. You make the most amazing intriguing fanfics i have ever seen and MLT is one of the best examples. I am in luv w the fic you don’t understand. I come to your page almost everyday to see other’s questions, your answers, your announcements and even get happy when you get complements YOU DESERVE THEM 🥰🥰 okay let’s get into the matter now. Yoongi is my ultimate bias wrecker and when i tell you MLT is breaking my heart i mean it 😭😭 why is he so complicated. Oc really out here giving him chances when i would give him the middle finger every time he opened his mouth bc of the way he treats her. It’s so obvious they both love each other but yoongi UUURRGH. The last update gave me so much hope i just want them to be happy 😭😭 pls rain stop breaking my heart (PLS CONTINUE I love the pain 🤪) Also going back to 2nd chapter you mentioned oc has rumours about her being a whore. I was hopping you would expand on that. Does yoongi know? If so what does he think? I mean he removed all concubine from the rooms close to him so it was obvs that some rumours would start but to the extent the king would hear? Also don’t the advisors be on his neck for not looking for a queen? Or to have an heir? You said she is from the a lower status in the series but is there a way yoongi can make her a concubine? I want them to be together so much but so far I can’t see how😭😭😩 Lastly you said the fic will have 45 parts. If by any chance you have to leave tumblr for whatever reason (many of my favs left bc of the fandom and to take care of their mental healthbc of tumblr. Feel free to do so if needed you should put yourself first before anyone!!) do you think you might end it short, leave it unfinished or finish the series completely and then leave? I get extremely anxious whenever i start a new series on a big page bc ik they get stressed out bc of the hate, deadlines and trying to cope w outside life and life in social media so they end up disappearing without finishing them and i get worried something happened to them or they are having a hard time so pls take care of yourself especially now more than ever ❤️-🐬

hi babe this is such a sweet ask 😭💗 i will put my answer under a cut so i don’t clog dashes!

wahhh seriously i’m so glad that this blog is a space that makes you WANT to come back so often. i’ve never really run any type of blog like this (or at least never on this level) before i joined tumblr & i’m delighted to have found a space here. everyone’s questions are so fascinating & i love answering!!!!

hahah yes, i think an inherant part of my interest in historical fiction is all the regulations/rules that result in SO MUCH PINING. i love yearning, and MLT is no exception. RE: your questions... some of them will be addressed in the series so i won’t spoil them now hehe. but i will mention that in december 1868, Yoongi removed the concubines that “remain” from Hamhwadang Hall. maybe think about the implications of that word 👀 though it won’t be too clear until... probably after drabble 16. normally, OC could not be made an official concubine because of her/her mother’s rank, but we’ll see how the story shapes up, hm? ;)

& thank u for worrying abt me! the chances of me leaving Tumblr before the series is done is very low, but i can't promise that the series will be uploaded on a weekly basis until. my motivation wanes as the school year goes on so we'll have to see ;; but i made a commitment to start it so i'm determined to finish it! i've actually never gotten any anon hate on this blog before, which makes me so happy that this can be a kind space, so you don't have to worry abt my leaving bc of that. more like i lose motivation altogether 😅 but kind comments like this charge me right up!!! if, in the worst case scenario, smth does happen, i'll probably make a post detailing how the story would have ended. so at least u would know how it would have gone!

[armillary-spheres-lover]

UNPOPULAR OPINION BUT LIKE

BEING A WLW

and

FEELING ANXIOUS/ANGRY AROUND MEN

MAY OVERLAP but are SEPARATE THINGS.

One can mislabel themselves.

BEING BI/PAN

And

WANTING TO EXPERIMENT

MAY OVERLAP but are SEPARATE THINGS.

One can mislabel themselves. (im so glad the term bicurious exists lmao)

BEING ACE

And

HAVING LOW SEXUAL DRIVE FOR MENTAL HEALTH REASONS (I.E. DEPRESSION)

MAY (I guess) OVERLAP but are SEPARATE THINGS.

One can mislabel themselves.

BEING ARO

And

HAVING TRUST ISSUES

MAY OVERLAP but are SEPARATE THINGS.

One can mislabel themselves.

BEING A FTM TRANS

And

HATING BEING A AFAB 'CAUSE YOU DONT FEEL HEARD AND RESPECTED

MAY OVERLAP but are SEPARATE THINGS.

One can mislabel themselves.

What's wrong with mislabelling?

It can happen. It's fine. But people should really learn that dealing with your emotional garbage (fears and whatnot) is a thing you should do if you want to be happy. These terms may be a quick fix to some people. I've seen it happen. Labelling brings attachment to a newfound identity and makes dealing with such fears even more difficult, since the person will only feel attacked/misunderstood etc.

Other people can't tell you who you are or make you prove your identity. That's a given. That's why you should do this journey yourself. Asking yourself some questions can only be beneficial.

That's not to say that for example you can't be a lesbian if you went through some trauma with het relationships. As stated above, these things may overlap. What can be detrimental though, it's covering up your trauma, avoiding men and yadayada while justifying yourself saying you're a lesbian. You're a lesbian but you're ignoring that you're developing an androphobia or smth.

P.S.: not everyone may be in the right emotional place to deal with these things. That's fine. Main point is, there's no need to rush with finding your label(s), nor is there anything wrong with being open to change them if you eventually find out they don't fit you. That's all

I'm open to discuss if necessary but like, actual discussions (yknow, since some people called me a terf last time I brought this point up)

[zephyr-94]

barista!jaemin

inspired by the one and only, puff live!

a/n: this is my first ever fic omg pls spare me with my low writing skills cause ive literally never done this fjskdjdhjdks okay i just love na jaemin periodt. (after writing: ITS VERY JUMPY AND LENGTHY I DIDNT PLAN TO MAKE IT LIKE THIS DJSKJSJSS)

so like your aunt owns a cafe which is in the middle of the city

and you live a lil outside just cause you know, school n shit

you visit her so often cause its a small cafe and it calms you down whenyou need a short break from everything

its weird thats its in the middle of the city but its still calming right?

well okay so like you know those small streets down the neighbourhoods?

the ones you dont really go unless you are rlly feeling adventurous n shit, your aunt’s cafe is in one of those streets

okay longass context down

and at school, you are in a photography club,,, or technically you just learn photography from your teacher after school but its not a whole club extravaganza

just cause your school kinda demands an extra curricular after the first year

but it feels really suffocating to be forced to do smth as a group/with people you arent as familiar with,,,,

so you “signed up” for the smallest club: [photography theory]

it was about time you start doing your hobby-ish thing at school and the tutor was cool with you being practically the only student in the club lmao so everything was going well but

youve never rlly done anything big yourself and your school friends havent pushed you to do smth either

so you were kind of looking to at least take part in one out-of-class project initiated by students maybe

and theres this big school newspaper club/writers’ club,,,, and you find out that they are like !! photographers & stories wanted !!

and you ?? at first but apparently its a project where like students get to submit their fav pic & write a mini article about “your place of comfort”

cause the topic of the month is mental health/dealing with stress and the newspaper club wants a students’ view on it, instead of just “meditation” as a topic

then you just have that cafe in your mind like,,, how you would love to shoot the street light shining into the cafe from afar and how calm that place makes you feel,,,

basically you just love your auntie’s cafe lmao

so then you go on about maybe joining it,,, but then you be indecisive cause youve never actually taken a photo professionally you just have a prolonging passion for it,,,

and your teacher is like “y/n idk why you are contemplating no ones gonna judge you just try smth new, go take the chance if you are feeling like it”

we love a supportive johnny, oh yes your english teacher is your photography “club” tutor,,, self proclaimed club

actually there have been many opportunities in the past with taking photos for projects like this one but you just stayed away cause it didnt “motivate” you to take photos for it

so johnny’s words kinda pushed your back n you felt like this was the right thing :))

so then you visit your auntie on the weekends asking maybe if you can take pics & ask her a couple questions about this place

and shes like ofc!! wanna see how you capture this place :))

so then you do this whole process and you submit the article & photos,,,,,

which ends up getting a whole page???

and you are like wh a t

newspaper club: oh you submitted many such pretty pictures & your comment felt very genuine

and you :)) but damn a whole page,,,, you is a lil anxious djskdjdh now the entire schools now going to know you

johnny the hype man teacher: see i told you it was going to turn out nice

and then kaboom, your article lowkey blows up lmao

your auntie is calling you up like “y/n!! so many customers came today!! and a lot of them are wearing the same uniform as you, they must be the students from your school!!”

and shes so happy so you are happy af

but then you remember like,,,, shes never had a part timer,,,,,

and she continues to manage the place by herself after it gets popular among the students,,,,

?? auntie,,, you never take a break ??

shes like maybe ill think about hiring someone?? and you are like, that would be good for you :)) i will be less worried about your health!!

whoop guess who got hired

and after youve had that^ conv, you had constant classes n group projects n shit so you literally had no time,,,

two weeks later, kinda highkey stressed

you decide to go make a quick visit to auntie before going to the library to study

and you peek,,, to see not your auntie,,,,

but a boy?? 

just standing behind the counter,,, no auntie to be seen but a beautiful boy???

before the opening hours,,,, he?? must be the part timer,,,

and once he notices you by the door,

he just smiles at you,,, so brightly,,,,

wow youve never seen such a pretty face,,,

you actually like forget to open the door you are just staring from outside the cafe,,,,

and he just waves,,, and you snap back to reality like oh shit did i just stare at someone for a solid minute

welp that was embarrassing djkdjdfj

he opens the door for you and goes “hey you must be y/n :))”

“the only person who comes before 9am, thats you isnt it?”

and you just ?¿ confusion??¿

“auntie told me about it :)) hi, nice to meet you, im jaemin!!”

you are still confused but you just shake hands next to the counter,,,

and as you take a seat

jaemin just makes a smol run to the other side and hes like

“you came just in time, i want you to try my latte!!”

jaemin serves a cup of latte with a leaf art

this boy just served a latte first thing after shaking hands i-

you take a sip from the cup

and you are like,,, so auntie hired an experienced boy,,,,

“its really good,,,” it has the same comforting taste you always love

and jaemin just has the biggest smile :)))) you know his smile where the ends just curl in, yes that one

him beaming like that just makes you giggly inside,,,,

you ask him “so uh um im guessing you are the part timer??”

“yes!! i didnt introduce myself properly did i! i started working here two weeks ago :))

ive been coming here for quite a while now so im happy i got the chance!!”

and you ?¿ “ive never seen you here??” you are the most frequent customer youve gotta have seen him before fjsksj

hes like “oh um i always came at 9pm on a friday, after everyone leaves and the whole neighbourhood gets quiet”

you just :o

and come to think of it, you’ve never visited here on a friday night,, cause you know, friday evening is your im not doing anything tonight kinda me time lmao

inside you are kinda happy that someone who knows this place got hired like its a special place to you so

tbh you were kinda anxious even though you trust your aunt,,,,,

and jaemin hurriedly goes “oh and also auntie is taking a break today, shes out to the market so im gonna take over until she returns in the afternoon”

djskdj auntie why didnt she tell you lmao

“im sorry if you needed anything specific from her,,, you should stay for a while until she comes back maybe?”

and you are like,,, “oh that would be great,,, but unfortunately i have to go to the library,,,,”

jaemin: ): he pout

“im so glad you came today tho!! i wanted to see you :) auntie has told so many thing about you”

“wait,, what has she told you,, omg”

apparently shes told jaemin

a) reason why this cafe recently became a popular hideout cafe for students because you wrote a school article bout it

b) that you do photography

c) and that this cafe is your break time so you never study here and auntie loves listening to you talk about school n what not

and then you are like !!

“wait so then you dont go to our school ,,,um are you also a student?”

and you panic a little cause i mean you just met him but you literally know nothing and you mightve assumed things fjsksj

and jaemin tells you “ah yes i go to a hospitality school downtown” “ohh”

and from there he just starts talking about his school and what he studies

he asks you about school but jaemin is extra excited about his hospitality course hes all !! :))!!

and you are so hooked on jaemin talking about his school you forget an hour passes by,,,,

[time to open the cafe]

then the customers start coming in

and you are like “oh sorry ive just bothered you during the preparation time,,,,, it was nice meeting you!! gotta go now :))”

and you rush out cause all you planned to do was give your auntie a little visit

also you dont want to bother jaemin cause its hes gonna handle the place alone for a couple hours

you wave a smol see you soon and

jaemin just does a little chuckle,, and hes like waving so widely fjsksj does he know other people can see him

and thats how your first day with jaemin went

later that day you return home thinking like,,, did you just get so excited to converse with someone who you juSt met,,,

na jaemin’s power

and jaemin on the other hand, is thinking about how beautiful you looked today

just that short while but it made him so happy

hes thinking about you all week uwu

so next week you visit again, expecting to see your auntie

and maybe also that gleaming boy

peeking through before the opening hours

the moment jaemin realises you hes like “y/n!!” what a shining boy

and aunties like “oh y/n right you met him last week when i was out right”

that morning you just talk to auntie about what shes been missing on after you went on a busy week

mind that jaemin is literally just listening to you & auntie talk

and he enjoys it cause you talk so comfortably in front of her :))

you decide to stay the whole day to give yourself a break

which meant you moved to your usual spot by the window

and auntie serving you (free) vanilla latte

you take out your camera and just start adjusting the lenses, trying to find the right frame

customers come and go so you dont get to talk to jaemin a lot that day

but its not like you came here for him,,,, right?¿??¿??

while you were thinking all that

jaemin was asking about you all day like

“so y/n’s favourite is vanilla?”

“does y/n prefer a latte over cappuccino?”

“i want to serve y/n something,,,, what would be the best??”

auntie: how many times did he mention y/n today omg

and as auntie answers

jaemin is thinking like

i wanna see y/n smile

and the entire day your auntie is like !!he :)))))

lmao same auntie same

so when the peak hours finish she goes

“i can take care of everything now, go talk to y/n”

and jaemin just smiles brighter than ever

so when he comes around, you startle

but it puts a smile on your face

because hes brought your favourite cake and just a smiling jaemin in front of you uwu

you both get to know more about each other like

how theres this two boys named chenle & jisung in the preparatory course whom he adores to death

or like

theres this jeno boy whose jokes suck jeno i love you

with a bonus of

you talking about how johnny’s english class is nothing but a comedian’s lesson

so that day went great

and now that you are comfortable

you visit the cafe to talk with jaemin more

even when you have a chill no stress week

it just makes you feel lighter by coming to the cafe now

and your auntie is hella happy that you two are getting along so well

it continues for weeks

just you and jaemin talking from time to time when the peak hours are over or before the cafe opens

you became best pals basically

he encouraged you to join more school projects cause hes sure your photography is worth the chance

you giving him daily support when he feels like he isnt doing the best for his course

sometimes when your aunt had to leave for a couple hours near closing time

you two just stayed there talking for a couple hours giving comfort to each other

late night lattes and cakes

also one time you got so excited from the bestest grades you got you might have hugged him without thinking oops

and one day, jaemin’s friend renjun is there when you come after school

and hes like “hi uh dont mind me im just here a bit because jaemin has to go somewhere after this and i dont want him to be late”

so you just,,, chill as jaemin kinda rushes

and when he goes to the storage room, you just see renjun getting along with the auntie lmao

auntie: “so i got offered this contract with the new type of beans? and idk if i should take it because that would mean i have to go out of the city,,,,”

renjun: “for how long?”

auntie: “two weeks maybe”

renjun: “oh thats fine, dont worry about it. jaemin can take over that. next two weeks right? his mandatory work experience ends this week”

so thats how renjun signed jaemin up to work alone for auntie without his consent

and aunties like “y/n!! it would be so much for just jaemin, you should help him :) your break starts next week right?”

so you also got signed up to this thing

fast forward to first day of break

aka the first time you “work” there

you are nervous and jaemin can feel it

“dont worry y/n, ill do all the talking and coffee, you just have to serve & clean!!”

so you try to calm down a bit

not to mention that you are also nervous cause its only jaemin and you in the room

but then he sees you fumbling with tying the apron and

jaemin says “here, give it, ill do it for you” while smiling a little

and from the back he wraps the apron around your waist,,,

and hes so close to you,,, your heart is fluttering

okay heart stop beating so fast pls thank you

and little do you know,,, jaemin is flushing a bit behind your back,,,

you are both the cutest mess

and you break the silence with a smol

“thanks :))”

trying to contain yourself from screaming

adapting to the serving side & keeping youself busy

you dont realise jaemin is literally admiring you the entire time as you get used to the job,,,,

here and then you forget how close you might be standing next to jaemin,,,

you kinda also realise how rEALLY attractive he looks serving everyone with a huge smile 24/7

and the way some customers are obviously attracted to him,,,,

but what you dont know is he is literally taking this chance to highkey flirt with you lmao

waves (sometimes winks) across the room

causally hovers over you when you cant find/reach smth

beaming the biggest smile every minute he gets to himself

and at first you panicked like ?!????

cause was this jaemin boy holding back for a whole month

is this his nature yes

but it makes you so happy to see him smiling all the time beside you

so jaemin yes its working

you gotta admit tho his flirty-ish behaviour grew on you this entire week djskjssj

a week of giggly smiles uwu

but the week after was unexpectedly the busiest of the busiest

you two forgot national holidays collided with the weekends and for some, it was a week off,,,,,,

so the week rushes by so quickly compared to the last one

it kind saved you tho cause your heart cant take more of that flirty behaviour

and finally,

the peak days are over,,,

and you realise its been a while since the cafe was just you,,,, and well jaemin but just no customers

the silence with faint sounds of cups cluttering,,,, you missed it

so then you go sit on the high chair

just admiring jaemin organise the shelves

he starts to prepare a new cup of coffee then realises you smiling at him “were you in awe at how effortless i look right now??”

you chuckle at his remark,,,

(needless to say that your are chuckling to hide how your heart is melting at his smirky smile)

so you twirl a bit shyly,, and avert the gaze to the familiar wood of the counter

asking him “do you remember the day we first saw each other, me sitting here and you serving the latte?”

“ofc, its the day i met an angel”

oh so confidently na jaemin really just said that

you quickly look up at him like !!!?!???!

and thats how he earned a first kiss (or rather a peck) from you

leaning over the counter and pecking you, a whole blushy mess

then comes a clink by the door

you juMp,,,,,,,

oof the customer may or may not have seen you two

you both rush around flushed like a tomato lmao

spending the rest of the day like nothing happened oops

and after the day ends, you two close the cafe

as you starting walking you are caught off guard when

jaemin just takes your hand,,,

“look y/n!! the stars are so pretty!!”

and starts swinging your arm like a tall child,,,

your heart is skippingnsjsjsjs

then at the corner, jaemin turns around and goes

“this is actually the place i first saw you”

and you ??¿?¿¿

“i saw you taking the photo of this night light shining into the cafe”

still hand in hand, jaemin steps a little closer

and takes his free hand to cup your face, kissing you,,,,

you smile into him as he kisses so softly, thinking

maybe the day i took that photo was a friday night

and melting into the kiss, you really think you are dreaming,,,,,

under the lights you once wished capturing a sparkling moment with the cafe in the back

its now you and jaemin in the frame,,,,

the boy who had you forgetting to breathe a month ago

whos now serving your favourite latte with a bonus of pecks on the cheek,,,,, (maybe on the lips if theres no one watching)

anyways

jaemin brings light to your life and you have never been this happy until you met him uwu

and it goes both ways, jaemin cant live without you now,,,, you are the best thing thats ever happened to him

(thank the heavens & your auntie)

oh and also johnny for pushing you to submit that article lmao plus huang renjun for that involuntary sign up

[minamrose]

Pairing : youngk/brian-reader

Warnings : swearing, physical violence, mention of harassment

Genre : angst, fluff

Summary : brian, one of your closest friends learns that you slept with one of the guys he hates the most at your school (you didn't actually) , and he gets angry at you because you don't want to talk to him about it, he's also a bit jealous. But the he learns the truth and happy ending 🌹

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You were about to crack. If you heard him say something more, you were afraid you'll punch him.

"didn't know you were that type of person y/n"

He was sitting right in front of you across the table. You raised your gaze slowly and looked at him. He was furious, you could feel it even if he tried to remain calm. All he wanted was to provoke you right now... The others around you started talking in murmurs. You bit your lip.

"Brian , calm down it's not the time nor the Pl..." you started calmly trying to avoid a really embarrassing situation

But he didn't seem to care

"is it the time and place to tell everyone that you're just a little whore?"

That's it, you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't believe he went that far. You stood up before slapping him in the face so hard that the whole cafeteria heard it and was now turned towards you. You felt a heavy silence cover the whole place, as everyone was impatiently waiting for the next thing you were going to do. You didn't think twice and took your plate of spaghetti to pour it all over brian as he remained silent. You gave him a last look and he could see the hurt in your eyes. "fuck you Brian, I thought you were different". You managed to keep your voice from cracking and got out of the cafeteria as fast as you could. You wanted to cry, and you did, in the toilets.

Brian regretted what he said as soon as the words left his mouth. He wasn't one to handle his emotions very well, especially when it was about you. He hurt you, he knew it. But he was still mad at you, for so many reasons, reasons he thought he will never find the courage to tell you. He silently got out of the cafeteria , as everyone laughed at him.

18h36

You were home.

You were going through your last texts with Brian, last night and started reminiscing about everything that happened since then.

*Text*

You : sorry for yesterday night, I had to take care of something important

Bribri : oh I know

You : really?? What do you know

Bribri : with Josh... Out of all the boys out there... You must have lost your mind or smth, wtv, not my business

You : yeah not your business, why you being so rude tho?

Bribri: I'll talk to you tomorrow

You : hello am I talkin to my dad?

*/Text*

He didn't answer anymore. You were so confused. The next morning (today), you two talked, indeed. You didn't quite remember at which point you two got really mad at each other...

*flashback*

"Brian, I don't really get why we are having this conversation.." you said, exhausted

"I just don't think I can be friends with you anymore if you're not being honest with me... I swear you hate that guy since elementary school and now he's talking about you like you're his bitch..." he sighed "he sent that photo of you to everyone y/n! " he looked into your eyes as he almost screamed. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow trying to cover the fact that you were anxious.

"okay then, don't be friends with me.. Gosh why are you being so childish..." you then started walking away, trying to escape the situation.

Brian remained static, he had felt your words as if they were bullets. "don't be friends with me", "so childish". He couldn't believe that was what you thought about him. He was worried about you and you just saw him as an exasperating presence. He exhaled deeply, trying to relax his tense jaw.

That same morning you texted that Josh, told him you needed to talk to him. You met at the library, on a corner where nobody could see you.

"okay, you got what you wanted, you made me a whore in the eyes of the entire school, can you stop now? Like get to your next prey I don't know, leave me alone"

"y/n, you don't get to tell me what to do. What about you come to my house later and we get some more pictures of you and... "

You didn't listen to his next words. Your mom is a psychologist, and Josh is one of her patients, she's talked to you a bit about him mostly to warn you about him because the boy is Psycho. He was smirking at you. You were absolutely disgusted.

" you're really sick in the head aren't you? What do you think everyone will think about you if I tell them what you were REALLY doing that night? " you threatened him

"don't be so stupid. I already told you that you better not say anything or I'll make my parents ruin your mom's reputation, she will never be able to work again and..."

"I don't care about my mom" you cut him "so if I want to tell the truth I will and I don't care if you ruin her she's a bitch"

He looked at you as if you were crazy. He seemed afraid though.. He stared at you silently before sighing.

"and I AM the psycho right? Okay, okay, I'll stop..."

You gave him a last menacing look before leaving him.

You had lied. You didn't hate your mom and you weren't going to put her career at risk, but at least it seemed to have worked.

Later that day you went to the cafeteria to eat with your usual friends, including Brian. You really didn't want to be cold with him. So you sat in front of him, in hopes of relaxing things with him. Well, it only made things worse. You had never seen Brian so mad at you, he ignored you everytime you talked to him, he didn't even look at you. You had enough. "Brian, stop it now" you said to him multiple times. Sharp words came out of his mouth, such as "y/n can you understand that I can't always be on your side? I have the right to not wanting to talk to you", "are you in lack of attention? Gosh", "why did you even sit in front of me" . You just looked at him in awe, your eyes became wet as you looked away, trying not to lose your temper. Your friend asked you "what's wrong with him? What did you do?" and everyone else saw his attitude towards you. And then you know what happened.

*/flashback*

You sighed deeply, laid in your bed and closed your eyes.

Brian could be such a prick sometimes. He really was someone who could hurt with his words. But you knew him, and he only did that when he was hurt aswell.

But why was he so quick to judge you? Couldn't he wait for you to tell him what is going on? He was being such a child honestly. You spent the night thinking about him.

You put your phone in your sweater's pocket.

You were almost falling asleep when you felt your phone under your belly. You opened your eyes and looked at the screen.

Bribri : I'm outside.

Wtf. You frowned as you got up of your bed, your phone in hand. It was like 2 am.

You : you serious

Bribri: yes

Half awake, you took baby steps to your room's door. You tried not to make a sound while getting down the stairs. You put on your coat and opened the door of your house. You found a freezing Brian standing outside. He looked at you but not for long. His eyes were admiring the floor apparently. You put your hands in the pockets of your coat and approached him slowly.

"you wanna sit?" you offered and you two sat on the chairs that were on your porch. They weren't the most comfortable but it was better than nothing.

"you could have waited tomorrow.." you said in a low voice

"I know I... I probably should just go home and let you sleep.. I'm sorry I d.. I don't know why I.." he started getting up but you grabbed his arm

"brian.. I can't go to sleep now it would be torture."

"right..." he sighed, sitting down

You had your arms crossed, waiting for him to talk but he seemed to be struggling. At the moment you were so angry at him you thought you'd better shut up.

"y/n... I'm so sorry" he started

His voice was low but you heard the sincerity in his words.

"I didn't mean to tell you those things it's just that... I don't know..."

"you called me a whore, in front of everybody"

"I apologize y/n! But You told me I was being childish when I was worried about you and tried to reach to you.. You rejected me and treated me like I was crazy.."

"I know.." you admitted

" y/n you just leave at 2 am at a party without saying anything " he took a deep breath " do you know how much I panicked when you didn't answer your phone that night? I thought something had happened to you... "

" I know, I'm sorry I should have texted you but.. "

" And next thing I know, everyone is saying you spent the night with that bastard " you saw his face change as he said those words, you could sense the anger coming out of him

" Brian..."

"after that you didn't come to school for like two days and you wouldn't even answer my calls or my texts ... so yeah, I was really annoyed at you... You acted as if I didn't exist when all I wanted was to help you, and then you want to act as if nothing happened" he stopped, his eyes were wandering in front of him, in the dark "but it made me realize something, It made me realize.. that I mean nothing to you"

You stared at him in silence as he nervously played with his hands. Tears started to come to your eyes.

"And it hurts honestly, because maybe.. You mean too much to me"

"stop it" you said in a quiver as you stood up to wipe your tears

"yeah I'll stop, don't worry about it" he finally said with a raspy voice as he tried not to let you know he too was about to cry

He quickly stood up and started walking away.

But you followed him.

"Brian stop!"

He did, you walked to him and stood in front of him. Your eyes were glittery and your nose was runny.

"you don't get it, please listen to me!" you felt the tears run down your hot cheeks

"I.. Am not perfect Brian" your voice was trembling"I tried to help a friend who had been drugged at the party and they were about to use her for god knows what, but they.. Josh wouldn't let us go unless I took that photo he's been showing everywhere.."

"wait... What? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I don't know... I was ashamed.. I didn't want to bother you with my problems... I didn't know how to tell you that... Brian I.." you looked away as you took one deep breath

"did he touch you?! Who else was there y/n?! " he sounded infuriated

"no... He just said if I told anybody he would tell his parents to ruin my mom's reputation. The other guys, I don't know their names but I think they are in the football team. "

"sick bastard.. I forgot his parents were richer than anyone in this town" his hand furiously went through his messy hair

"please don't do anything" you asked him

He looked at you. The anger vanished from him as he saw your face buried in tears. He softly took your face into his hands and gently, with his sleeve, dried your cheeks.

"do you understand now?" you asked

His head tilted "I do"

He silently pulled you into his arms. You felt so vulnerable yet so good at that exact moment. You detached a bit from him in order to look at him.

"so... How much do I mean to you exactly? "

He glued his eyes to yours.

"you mean everything to me" he whispered

You smiled.

"Brian, I'm sorry I made you think I didn't care about you, it's not true."

He smiled too.

"please don't do it ever again"

"also, thank you for being there"

He rubbed his thumb against your rosy cheeks. "I'll always be there for you"

[parchmints]

JuLance Day 10 - Family

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day 10/31 - Family

Set right after the Day 2 prompt. The Paladins have landed on earth and after a brief meeting with Sam, they’re free to visit their families for a week. 

(sorry this one’s a bit rushed! I got zines to package! My hc for Lance’s fam is they all call him smth different lmao)

Day 10 - Family

It’s really easy to forget how fast the Lions are when you’re traveling in the infinite expanse of space, but on a planet as small as Earth, it’s impossible not to notice. The plane ride from Phoenix to Havana is about ten hours without layovers (and there’s always layovers), but in Red it takes one minute and forty-three seconds. Lance timed it.

He’s flying over the ocean, nearly to the large, open field behind his oceanside house when he realizes the trip from Sedona was too short--which is ridiculous because literally three minutes ago he couldn’t sit still because he was so anxious to finally get home.

But now that he’s really here, he doesn’t feel prepared. It’s ridiculous. They just spent a whole year trying to get here and Lance needs more time? What kind of backward logic is that?

As Red starts to descend, Lance sees his house--big, weather-worn, and crudely patched up all over the place, and it’s almost like he never left. Taking it all in, he feels overwhelmed with a host of conflicting emotions from pure, unbridled joy to horrible, consuming anxiety. It has his stomach tied in complicated knots and he has the irrational impulse to run away from the house, to turn Red right around and go back to Sedona.

What’s wrong with me? He thinks, feeling more and more unsettled as they get closer to the clearing that is his yard.

Then, he feels a warm presence push against his mind with soft reassurance.

Paladin nervous, Red says to him gently.

There’s no reason I should be nervous, Lance replies back.

Red growls, rough and low. I feel, Paladin. You worry they will not love you same. Worry they have moved on.

I...don’t think that.

Paladin, I feel, Red says again and really, there’s no arguing with a giant, sentient robot lion, especially Red. He’s about a thousand times more stubborn than Blue.

It’s just been a long time, Red.

Will make no matter. Paladin family miss him just like Paladin miss family, Red purrs and Lance can’t help but smile.

Alright, alright. I get it, you big softie.

Red purrs again and feels warm support flood his mind again. His nerves haven’t gone away, but he doesn’t feel quite as shaky as before.

Taking a deep breath, Lance gently lands Red among the tall grass and he knows there’s no way his family hasn’t noticed the big robot cat blowing gusts of wind all around their property. Any second, they’re all gonna pop their heads out the door with wide eyes and gape at the spectacle. At least, in theory.

Lance’s throat gets tight as seconds go by and no one comes out of the house. A part of him doesn’t want to go outside until he sees someone, until he knows for sure they’re there. It’s the early evening, so they all should be, but so much can happen in two years and that terrifies Lance more than he cares to admit.

Maybe...maybe they think it’s not safe, Lance thinks and as soon as he does, he throws himself to his feet. Scaring them all is the last thing on his mind.

With another gentle push from Red, Lance dashes out of the cockpit and steps onto Red’s lowered ramp.

Red opens his jaws and for the first time in two years, he feels the ocean air--Earth’s ocean air--brush against his skin. He can smell the salt in the breeze and he can hear the waves crashing against the shore. His breath hitches at the sensation and something in his chest balloons and swells, filling him up to the very top.

Slowly, he walks down the ramp, unable to move his feet any faster. Being here, actually being here, feels like a dream and part of him is scared he’ll wake up soon.

His feet touch the ground and it sends another wave of emotion through him, his eyes glossing over. Lance looks down at the grass and even that has him completely enraptured--it’s all just so familiar and exactly how he remembers it.

Then, Lance hears the unmistakable sound of a door hinge creaking open. Lance’s eyes widen at the noise and his stomach turns so violently he thinks he might throw up. Still, he snaps his eyes up the front door of his house and sees a whole mess of curly, long hair peeking from it.

Lance goes still as he watches the door open at an excruciatingly slow pace. He holds his breath as finally, a pair of big brown eyes emerges after the bush of wild hair and Lance can tell who it is now.

Mamá, he thinks as the door opens wider and indeed, his mother’s full form comes into view.

And she’s exactly how he remembers her. Kind, dark eyes, friendly face, and just an overall aura of goodness that radiates off her like sunshine.

Lance doesn’t move as he stares at her staring at him with her eyebrows in her hairline and her jaw hanging open. With the exception of the sounds of the shore, it’s quiet as they both look at each other, rooted to their respective spots.

“Leandro,” she says, voice full of disbelief and that362 kind of gentleness Lance has always associated with her.

And just like that, Lance shatters. Tears start streaming down his face the instant he hears his given name (it’s been so long since someone called him by it that he almost forgot it was his name) and he takes off sprinting to her.

“Mamá!” he calls, voice desperate and cracking.

His mother mirrors him--big, fat tears rushing down her face, running as fast as she can, and all the while babbling his name.

With the rate they’re both dashing to each other, it takes no time at all for them to collide. Lance’s mother is a good head shorter than him, so she wraps her arms around his middle and squeezes tight. As soon as she does, he wraps his own arms around her shoulders and lets out a sob into her hair.

“Mijo, mijo, mijo,” she says between sobs. “We were so worried.”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. If I had any way of contacting you I would’ve--”

“Leandro?”

“Lance!”

“Mamá! Mamá! Look, it’s Tío!”

Lance’s words get cut short as a chorus of different voices call out to him and he can see through his wet, blurry eyes that the whole family is rushing out of the house now--Papá, Veronica, Marco, Luís, Marise, and even Diana with little Hilario and Ana in tow.

A fresh wave of tears hits him as they all come crashing towards him and he’s suddenly dead center of an impressive group hug.

“Stupid! You just leave for space without telling anyone!”

“WHOA! Is that the Voltron thing you talked about in your message?”

“Tío Leo, why are you crying? Is that a robot lion? Can I pet it? Tío?”

“Not now, Hilario!”

“But Mamá! I wanna know!”

And Lance can’t hold it in anymore--he starts giggling uncontrollably as he finally lets his mother go and actually gets a chance to take them all in.

“I missed you guys,” he says, wiping away at his face, but he’s interrupted by his dad crushing him into another hug.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” his father says into his ear, voice thick with emotion. Lance’s father has always been the tough-as-nails type so hearing him sound so vulnerable makes Lance cry all over again.

The others all have their turn, one right after the other, and Lance can’t understand why he was ever worried. The way they all feel about him hasn’t changed and the way he feels about them certainly hasn’t.

After he puts Ana down from their spinning hug, his mother comes up to him again and places a hand on his cheek, her thumb gently brushing the skin there. Her eyes are still damp, but full of affection as she says, “Welcome back, mijo.”

For a second, Lance closes his eyes to soak up the words, lets them wash over him like waves upon the shore. Opening his eyes, he smiles down at her.

“Good to be back.”

[wabart]

companions react to ss dying, but being animated like handsome jack on their pip-boy or smth?

Thanks for the request! For this one, I only used companions that could take Sole’s Pip-Boy. So, there’s no Dogmeat or Strong.

Cait: She always felt like trash. Since Sole had died- an event for which she blamed herself- she’d begun drinking more heavily. Her thoughts wandered to chems more often, and there was little to stop her from partaking in them now. She sat on the couch, staring down at the Jet in her hands. It’s the same arm that wears Sole’s Pip-Boy. She can’t bear to look directly at it without thinking of them. She lifts the Jet canister to her lips, slouching back to get ready for the high.

“Wow. We spent hours goin’ through that vault just for you to throw it all away once I’m gone. I’m offended.” Puzzled, she looks around the room. The echoing voice of Sole is there, and she wonders to herself if she drank more than she thought. She hadn’t even puffed any Jet yet, so why was she hearing things? She cursed quietly, hoping she wasn’t going crazy.

“Honestly, I don’t blame you. From what I remember; I was pretty much 80% of your impulse control.” She scoffs at the voice mocking her. “Yeah, right. More like 60, if you ask me.” She hears familiar laughter, and notices a light on the Pip-Boy blinking in time with it. She can’t help but smile, happy to hear their voice again.

Codsworth: Everyone in Sanctuary had noticed how obsessively- or, rather, more obsessively- the Mr. Handy had been looking after things once his employer had passed away. He’d go over the same spots three, sometimes four times before circling around to do it again. He’d talk to himself, saying things like, “There, there, old chap. No need to be upset.” or “Just the way Mrs/Mr. Likes it!” He seemed to be going crazy. The residents kept away from him, for fear of the spinning razor of his to be used on them, rather than on trimming the dead hedges outside of Sole’s house.

He’d been humming some Pre-War song from his memory banks one day, furiously dusting the shelves in what used to be Sole’s bedroom. From the bedside table, where their old Pip-Boy lay, came what sounded like a grumble. He coasted over, curious about the sound. The screen lit up, but only showed the scrolling code of the interface. After a few seconds, the Mr. Handy did his version of a shrug, and floated away. He continued humming, going about re-dusting the whole room.

“Buddy, you really gotta mix it up. I’m getting bored to death here. Oh, wait-” The familiar voice of the Mr. Handy’s employer forces a gasp of surprise from the bot. He swirls around, seeing some kind of projection of them lying on the bed. He floats over, haltingly nervous. While he can’t make out the exact details of the projection, he can tell it’s now sitting up and looking at him.

“Ma’am/Sir! You have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice! Oh, I could sing!”

Curie: “Psst, Curie!” Came a whisper on the wind. The synth woman had grown more used to the familiar voice of her now-deceased comrade floating through her work space. She discovered, after much worrying about her mental state, that their Pip-Boy had stored a model of their likeness; projecting it to her for a reason she had not discovered. She was a woman of science, but her speciality was not in electronics such as this personal computing accessory. Now, her old colleague would float around her, attempting to distract her form her experiments.

They were of some use- in that they could disappear and collect information for her, or spook people she didn’t want in her laboratory. Other than that, no tests had been conclusive- Sole couldn’t interact with objects actively, but rather passively. They could walk on floors or lean on counters, but they couldn’t force anything. Sole also had a radius in which they could exist- approximately 100 metres of the Pip-Boy, which she kept on her person for their sake.

While the discovery of their projection was shocking- it caused her to drop a glass vial, but otherwise no more damage was caused- Curie grew fond of it. It was similar to having Sole around before their death, but they used up less bandages and disinfectant. While they couldn’t easily protect her as she went into the world to collect data, she had learnt from them how to fight effectively. They would also warn her whenever an enemy would approach. Altogether, she was thankful for them. But, she was anxious for the day when the Pip-Boy’s battery eventually died, and could no longer conjure Sole’s likeness.

She figured she should enjoy her time with her friend while she still had it.

Danse: He was working on his power armour as he had been for the past five and a half months since Sole’s death. He’d been working on Sole’s last request- a weird one, but one he’d do nonetheless. He was told to find Sturges in Sanctuary to integrate their Pip-Boy interface into his power armour. The both of them had been working hard, and he was just putting on the finishing touches.

Nearly two months’ work- only breaking for bare necessity- was finally standing before him. It didn’t look any different, and though he knew nothing amazing or catastrophic would happen, he was still a bit disappointed. Somewhere in his head, he thought that maybe if he fulfilled their last request, they’d come back.

He stepped into his power armor, deciding to try out the new interface. It flickered on, and he saw a man with blonde hair, as well a the health of his suit of armor. He flipped through the interface, not paying much attention to it. He found an ‘Inventory’ tab, under which only one item sat. It was labelled ‘Danse.txt’ and, figuring that since it said it name, it was for him; he opened it. Words flashed across the screen, and it was hard to read them at the speed they moved. The last thing he caught was something he was sure was from Sole.

“These days, you always smile like you’re going to cry. Please, give me a real smile. Just this once.”

Deacon: “Pay attention to me.” Sole said, standing with their hands on their hips behind Carrington, who was telling the spy something about a new safehouse. He was trying his best to pay attention to the doctor, but the recently-deceased partner-in-crime over the man’s shoulder was incredibly distracting. He supposed, since no-one else seemed to be able to see them, that he should have told someone about it sooner. But, he couldn’t risk being taken off the field. The only way he was distracting himself from his loss was by burying himself in his work.

He rubbed idly at his wrist where his partner’s Pip-Boy was attached, nodding idly to the doctor before him. Carrington walked off, and Deacon let out a low sigh. He made his way out of the escape tunnel, heading straight toward a place where he could be alone. He went to an abandoned apartment store, immediately lifting his sunglasses to his head so he could rub at his tired eyes in distress. When he opened them, he let out a defeated noise.

His dead partner, illuminated in the same colour as the Pip-Boy interface, sat on the counter of the store, watching him. Their expression was too familiar, and it made him want to throw a nearby can through their hologram of a head. It clanged against the boarded-up window behind them, and they let out a disgruntled ‘hey’. He leans against the counter opposite him, not wanting to or able to bear being near them. Silence passes through the store.

“Why did you have to leave?” He chokes out, his breath burning in his chest. He pushes up his sunglasses, conscious of the burning behind his eyes. Even if they were dead, he still wasn’t comfortable with showing them his weakness. They regard him with a sad sigh, standing from the counter to approach him.

“…I’m here now, aren’t I?” Sole stands in front of him, their arms crossed over their chest. He lets out a wry chuckle, running his hand over his face. “This is the only time I’d accept a hug from you, and you can’t even give me one.” Sole gives him a pitying frown, leaning on the counter next to him. Attempting to cheer him up, they reach an arm behind him and let out a loud ‘ooh, ahh!’ as it appears through his stomach. He lets out an amused scoff and tries to bat away the arm coming through his torso.

“So, does this mean we should change our name to ‘Deacon and the Holograms’?”

Hancock: The clouds of Jet and cigarette smoke were much thicker in the Old State House as of late. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, when the Mayor would stumble out onto his balcony, the smoke releasing like a vacuum into the night, that he was trying to ignore his grief with chems. It seemed to have become his cure-all; He’d spend loads on caps just to get high for a few minutes and forget the dull throbbing of his chest. He was finally alone.

He rolled off the couch, snatching a bottle of vodka from Fahrenheit’s latest delivery of goods that sat in a pile near the door. He clawed at it with shaking hands, desperately trying to get at the alcohol inside. He could feel his depression seeping in again, and he dropped the thing with a defeated sob. He collapsed on the ground, hoping that he’d just pass out and die along with the last of his dignity.

From the couch, he could feel he was being watched. A ghost, one he was sure was being conjured up by his tormented and drug-filled mind, sat on the couch at all hours. It wouldn’t leave, no matter what he said or did. It felt like a sick trick being played on him. “I need to you to go on living without me.” Sole says from the couch, drawing a defeated scoff from the ghoul.

“Can’t you see that I’m trying?” He whined, but his heart wasn’t in it. Illusion or not, he couldn’t bear to be angry with Sole. They meant too much to him. “Don’t you understand? You were the best thing about me! You were what I loved most about life, and now you’re not even in it.” He splayed out his arms, feeling surprisingly drowsy. He spotted the ghost moving closer, and it lied down next to him.

He wanted a hug. He just wanted to be held by his one friend, but they couldn’t. It was like some sick form of torture.

MacCready: He’d returned to his familiar spot in the Third Rail. Preston, the new general of the Minutemen, had invited him to stay at whichever settlement he wanted. But, after living a sedentary lifestyle for a few months to grieve, he was restless. He sat on the couch of the V.I.P. room, sipping a bottle of Bourbon. He’d only just gotten tipsy when the Pip-Boy on his wrist began beeping. A voice came from it, and with every syllable he was filled more and more with dread.

“You know you’re not even allowed to drink. You’re, like, 13.” The familiar teasing tone from the Pip-Boy made him drop the liquor in his hand. He was fighting to get the thing off him with one hand, but he was too shaky. He manages to slip his hand out of it without undoing the clasps, tossing it onto the couch. Sole, or rather, the Pip-boy, lets out a whining ‘hey’ when it bounces on the red cushion. The mercenary eyes the device, taking a shaky breath. Silence passes between them, and he begins to wonder if maybe he played a holotape by accident. Or, perhaps he was more drunk than he thought.

He runs a hand over his mouth, his chest heaving. He settles back down, lifting the bottle of Bourbon from its place on the ground to his lips.

“Hey, what did I say? Where is Preston when you need him? Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to leave you alone in a bar? You can’t even pay your tab!” The mercenary puts down the bottle with a huff. “Hey, I can fend for myself, you know!” He points an accusatory finger at the Pip-Boy sitting beside him.

“Oh, really? Because you’re yelling at a high-tech fashion accessory right now, pal! You don’t exactly seem stable to me!” He lets out a groan of frustration. Despite him missing Sole with every fibre of his being, he did not miss being sassed by them.

“You’re a high-tech fashion accessory!” He shouts, not bothering to keep his voice down. He takes a swig of Bourbon, the frustration he was feeling melting into bitterness. “So, you’re a Pip-Boy now. That’s… new.” He shakes his head, having wanted to come up with something better to say. A familiar wry chuckle comes from the device.

“Yeah, really. Your wrist is, like, super sweaty, by the way. You should really see someone about that.” He lets out a scoff and a quiet ‘shut up’. Silence falls over them again, but it’s almost content. He takes another swig, a deep frown on his lips. He spares a glance to the accessory, feeling unusually like it’s looking at him, too.

“Letting go of you will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do.” He sighs, putting a cigarette between his lips in the hopes of shutting himself up. There’s a silence, and it bears down on him; crushing his chest and leaving him feeling like he needs to gasp in air by the lungful just to breathe. The emptiness left behind by them is more than he’s able to bear. Just when he thought he’d be able to have only nice, technicolor memories of Lucy; death found him again.

“Then don’t let me go.”

Nick: The radio was old; easily older than he was. It was no surprise when it inevitably died. Though the synth typically had no quarrels with the silence, recent events had made the Agency feel lonelier than usual. Hesitantly, he opens the drawer of his desk to pull out the Pip-Boy his old partner had left him.

He puts it down on his desk, fiddling with it to get it to work. It zaps him at one point, and he begins to wonder how much he’d have to bribe Piper with to let him take her radio. The device crackling to life draws his yellow eyes to it. He wipes the dust and grime from it, his brow furrowing when ‘Hello!’ is the only thing displayed on the screen. He shakes it; having done some brilliant I.T. work, and it being one of the multitude of solutions he had. He goes to turn it off and on again, but the screen flashes a new message.

“Wow, not even a hello? That’s a bit rude. And here I was, thinking you still had that Old-World charm you always brag about.” He reads the messages out quietly, looking puzzled. He leans back in his chair, making sure Ellie was indeed out at the noodle stand before completely embarrassing himself.

“Ah, hello?” He tries. The screen flashes, and a new message shows. “Hey! It’s been a while, huh, partner?” He lets out a scoff, assuming it’s some old prank. If he found who messed with Sole’s Pip-Boy, he’d tear them a new one. Evidently, the prank was prepared for his heavy eye-rolling.

“I promise this isn’t a prank. It’s me, Sole.” With a displeased grumble, he puts down the Pip-Boy. “That’s in poor taste.” He grumbles out, unable to remove the deep frown etched into his features. The Pip-Boy lets out a small beep, and he hazards a glance at the screen.

“I’ll prove it.” He reads. The screen flashes again, and then goes blank. He inspects the Pip-Boy closely, not seeing anything else happen. His brow is still furrowed in confusion.

“Please forgive me. It’s hard to get that interface working, and well, you didn’t exactly pay a whole ton of attention to the thing.” A familiar voice comes from behind him. He swivels around, seeing his old partner. Sole, despite being not-quite-there, is just as he remembers. He lets out a scoff, an amazed smile on his face.

“Hell of a trick, kid.”

X6-88: He kept the Pip-Boy. It was the first time he’d ever lied directly to his superiors in the SRB. He knew that if he didn’t hide it well, it’d be the end of him, and worse, he’d never see it again. He was never one for being outwardly sentimental. Of course, he’d told Sole when he was impressed by their skill, or when they did well. He never told them he enjoyed being around them, more than anyone else he’d met. He never told them he would be proud to call them his friend.

He’d been spending more time dawdling on missions as of late. He remembered that Sole always walked slowly outside, watching the sky or the water with a small smile. He’d taken up doing the same less because he found the sight visually appealing, and more as an homage to this amazing being who had inspired him so.

He was sitting on a rooftop; ‘scouting out the area’, he’d decided to say, if anyone asked. He fiddled with the device between his hands, not really trying to do anything with it. Evidently, he’d pressed something, because a loud beep sounded from it. He decided it would be best to set it down.

He watches the sun slowly setting the sky on fire; letting out a low sigh as he’d seen Sole do so many times before. He wasn’t sure why it was nice, but it made him feel almost calm. It was the most peaceful he’d felt his entire existence, not to mention since the future of the Institute had died.

“I like the evening sky more than the morning. Something about seeing everything turn into a silhouette against the bright oranges and yellows is just amazing. I also love when the clouds are like cotton candy against the blue sky.” X6 looked to his left, seeing a vague figure sitting there. With furrowed brows, he reached out to touch them. This was Sole, no doubt; but for one, they were dead. Two, if they somehow weren’t, how did they sneak up on him? He was starting to doubt himself.

Piper: “Any juicy new information for me?” Piper asks as her old friend floats through her office. Like Curie, she was shocked by the Pip-Boy projecting Sole back into the world. She was slightly more violent towards the hologram at first; trying to shoot it out of her office while it tried to explain. Now, she used Sole’d new-found ability to be good at scouting out information for new stories. Piper had become the best newspaper in the history of Boston thanks to Sole’s death.

While she had trouble writing, or doing… anything, just after Sole’s death, being able to work with this weird hologram version of them gave her some good closure.

Preston: Sole had given him so much to live for; so much life was thriving in the settlements they’d made, and now he had people to rely on him. Things could finally be good. All that was missing was them.

He sat in bed reading, so as to distract himself from creeping thoughts. He’d been using their old Pip-Boy as a light to read by, finding it as a pleasant reminder of them. His sappy, poetic side compared it to Sole being a literal light in the darkness. It was effective in its job, except until the screen turned off completely. With brows furrowed, he tapped the screen. It did nothing, so he tried again.

“Oh, I love that book!” Comes a voice from behind him. With an incredibly effeminate shriek and a wild dive for the floor, he leaves his book behind. A translucent version of Sole’s face, the same colour as the Pip-Boy interface, in coming through the wall above his bed. It’s busting a gut laughing at him, and moves through to sit on his bed.

“You’re about as graceful as a train barreling through a china shop. Or a baby doe on a trampoline!” Sole dissolves into a fit of laughter, hardly concealing it for his sake. He lies on the ground, watching this relic of his lost friend with amazement. They quiet after a while, their gaze landing on him.

“It’s good to see you again, General.”

[gh0stpkmn]

ok uh. yooran gaming channel au - part 2

@misfireezreal reblogged the ‘yoosung has a gaming channel au’ post and wrote a really cute lil addition that inspired me to add some more ideas to this mess of an au..... and i got really carried away

their addition / reblog post is here !!  tho i’ll also put a screenshot of it under the cut... along with more headcanons/ideas/whatever for the au/scenario

 god this is so cute omfg. ok so..

●  yoosung liking comments that say nice things abt saeran?? so good. honestly the sweet comments probably rlly do a lot of good things for saeran’s self esteem!! they cheer him up when he’s feelin sad i would think? definitely helps a lot on his rougher days.

●  misfireezeal mentioned donations so i started thinking about what donation money would go towards... when theyre not goin towards yoosung’s tuition (if he even stays in university at this point?? idk??)  or his cost of living, or equipment for the channel, they go to charities.

yoosung wants to help animals so they donate to animal rescue organizations and stuff like that. he wants to contribute help to other causes too so... he wants saeran to have some say where the money goes (and i mean saeran is the meme bringin in a lot of it so. ye.)

it’s important to saeran that they donate to organizations that provide help for mentally ill people--especially mentally ill youth. also organizations that help children in foster care or like... help kids that have been abused idk.. idk! idk...  things that can help young people that are going through some of the same things saeran went through

yoosung doesn’t announce the donations or anything because like... he doesn’t really feel the need to???? neither of them see a point in posting/talking about it. it just feels good to do nice things.

other stuff:

●  it comes up in passing that like. saeran as a knack for hacking and everyone’s like “how could u do this?? cant believe ur a dirty hacker”

saeran’s like “ lol dont worry. i only cheat at games when i play against my brother because he’s a shit and never plays fair ”

chat is like “whoa we didn’t know you had a brother!!!”

and they talk about it a little and yoosung is like “yeah his brother is ____”  (whatever his username is? i forget. hacker god i think?)  “he usually plays on the shooting star server “

viewers are Shocked that yoosung knows #1 on shooting star. they demand to have him as a guest star

it’s... debatable whether saeyoung agrees to it or not?? he has to lay low and stuff.. either way, they tell saeyoung about it and he’s so amused omfg. he watches yoosung and saeran’s streams sometimes (and is so proud of his bro. he cries probably) but not super often? when he does watch, he also uses a random throwaway name

but after the chat asks for him, he logs in once or twice w/ his LOLOL screen name and people are all over omfg. chat goes wild and saeyoung is Living for the attention omg

saeran is like “you’re so dumb god i hate you”

and saeyoung’s like. “ok but are you actually planning on coming home some time soon??? tomorrow maybe? becaaauuuuuse..... i miss you”

it’s cheesy and lame and Embarrassing. saeran’s just.. “GO AWAY asshole im doing a thing....................................... also, yes. please order pizza for dinner”

yoosung thinks its funny n cute and so do the viewers.

●  and ok even if... saeyoung is never a guest star, they probably bring like. mc or zen on once or twice and it’s great. a lot of viewers recognize zen (i imagine he’s a bit more famous at this point) and they are... so excited and surprised that he’s friends w/ yoosung and saeran.

i can’t really see jaehee or jumin on the show but like..........

..... the idea of them tricking jumin into trying to play a video game on the stream is so fucking funny to me????

like Somehow they manage to convince him to come over?? idk maybe by asking him to  ”help them work on a big project that’s essential to yoosung’s career” or smth “that requires nothing less than jumin han’s skill and expertise”  and because he’s a good friend he agrees. then they just. put a controller in his hand and he’s like “what am i supposed to do with this”

and ok jumin has probably owned a gaming console at some point but i honestly, truly can’t bring myself to believe that he uses it for anything other than like.....netflix

so he has no fucking experience and it’s. so good. yoosung and saeran are trying really hard not to laugh (and yoosung is failing)

idk what they make him play specifically but for some reason wii sports is flashing through my mind holy shit..... but actually its probably LOLOL or fallout 4 or something. idk. either way, he’s bad at it and they struggle to teach him how to even hold the controller properly

●  saeran likely moves in some time after they’ve started the channel where both of them play games together. which happened pretty far into the relationship anyways i think?

and even then it happens quite a while after they start the channel. maybe when it’s been going for a year or something? maybe two??

(i have no idea???? idk how long these kinds of channels stay big??? i only watch like... fairly well known youtubers like game grumps that have been around for a long time. and mcleroy stuff on polygon idk.)

anyways

how they decide to move in is basically like... ok.

i imagine they probably get questions about their relationship a lot when they come out as a couple or when new viewers first find out about them. the flow of questions dies down after the initial reveal that they’re together but they still pop up every now and then

sometimes the questions get slightly intrusive like asking about their plans for the future which they kinda just ignore those until it becomes a really frequently asked question so they Have to answer it.. so they just say they don’t feel comfortable talking about it for the time being (because tbh they dont know lol)

and so...

probably a specific question that people ask A LOT (and have since saeran’s early appearances)  is if saeran lives with yoosung, or if he’s planning to.

because he’s at yoosung’s place so often. he has been since the channel’s early days, and they post videos and stream together fairly regularly, i guess?

there’s obviously more content of just yoosung doing his thing because it is his channel after all but content featuring saeran is definitely a frequent thing (even when it’s not their duo let’s play channel or whatever... saeran can still be seen in the background in a fair amount of yoosung’s usual LOLOL streams, too. )

so uh

at some point they’re just hanging out.. (off stream, not on video or anything. just them together.. like a date night or just to spend some time together. i dunno)

maybe cuddlin’ in bed or on the couch watching a movie, having a nice time. there’s comfortable silence

and yoosung never really gave it a lot of thought before, but lately... he and saeran are just really close and their relationship is so GOOD and he loves him a lot. he’s thinking over all this stuff and how often people ask if they live together and...

i mean, he thought about it on his own before he really took the viewers’ questions seriously.... them bringing it up isn’t what sparked it necessarily. 

he considered the possibility before, but he was always scared that bringing up moving in together would be too forward or pushy, and that saeran wasn’t ready for it, and that they would be rushing into things--going too fast. yeah. 

he got that ball rollin’ and was trying to take it slow but recently, everyone bringing the idea up jsut. fuckin. kicks that ball. so hard. it’s going full fuckin throttle. max speed. it’s out of control and he can’t stop it

and so in this... really comfortable quiet moment he just kinda blurts out

“why haven’t we moved in together yet?”

saeran is surprised obviously. he wasn’t expecting that at all

he has briefly entertained the idea of living with yoosung before, because he’s over so often anyways, and he wants to spend even more time together.... but he’s also scared for various reasons? 

such as his mental health issues, obviously. he’s also anxious that yoosung will get sick of him, or that he won’t be able to handle being around yoosung 24/7 and vice versa. he doesn’t want to get so easily annoyed and snappy like he does at home with saeyoung? he also doesn’t want to rush into things. idk. there’s a lot more reasons but those are some of them.

so when yoosung says this, he has no idea how to react??? so he just kinda mumbles “oh... uh.......”

yoosung panics like

 “god, im sorry, that was so stupid. um. it’s just... been on my mind a lot lately, i guess..? god! ah... forget about that! it was dumb...”  

he covers his eyes and kinda... hunches over. all embarrased and nervous and a little guilty because he doesn’t want to make saeran uncomfortable. he can’t even look at him. poor boy omg

saeran stays quiet for a long time, furrows his brows and chews the nail of his thumb and looks like he’s concentrating on something. after a while he pipes up, so quietly that yoosung can barely hear him

“i don’t think it’s dumb”

yoosung is. shocked. but also immediately hopeful! he perks up!!! looks at his bf incredulously like “you don’t?” 

saeran kinda... talks slowly bc he’s thinking hard about his words and says that he didn’t expect yoosung to bring it up really but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it before

so they have an Important, Serious conversation about it and they both make sure that the other is %100 on board with it and ready to just. jump in and do it.

celebratory smooches ensue because they’re cute and happy and excited.

... i forget if yoosung’s place is a dorm or not. if it is, he gets his own apartment.

if it’s not, he stays in his apartment and saeran moves in there.

it’s small and kinda cramped and very far from a “forever home” but they make it work for now!! they’re happy that way... (maybe in the future they get a bigger place, which is nice because it makes it easier for saeran to have some privacy when he needs time alone.)

●  yoosung definitely takes short little videos or vlogs all the time and posts them on youtube and other social media

he takes one the day after they have the conversation mentioned above. and it’s just. “you guys.... i asked my boyfriend to move in and he said yes!! god, i was so scared! tell them how scared i was, saeran!” he points the camera at saeran who is reading a book and he just. 

idk he either just flips off the camera bc he’s busy and doesn’t want to be disturbed...

or

he looks it right at the lens and says “he was scared shitless. he literally shit his pants. it was gross. i had to h---” 

cue video going blurry as yoosung turns the camera away real quick paired with. shocked, loud shrieking. “SAERAN!!! DON’T SAY----” and then the video jsut kinda. cuts off there. 

(he still posts it but with some caption along the lines of “that didn’t actually happen. saeran’s just being a dick”)

and of course, there’s definitely multiple videos of the day they move saeran’s stuff in. yoosung records a bunch and puts them on his snapchat story or w/e... other social media too, so they can look back on them later... 

just cute little clips, like one of saeran’s room with all his stuff in boxes..... one of saeyoung and saeran (and maybe mc) loading stuff up into the car.... one of them putting the boxes in yoosung’s apartment....  a dumb one of saeyoung goofin’ off at yoosung’s place and mc doting on him..

one of saeyoung giving his brother the biggest bear hug ever. just. completely squeezing the life out of him and dramatically pretending to be all emotional (even tho he really is genuinely emotional inside omg) and saeran being annoyed and trying to push him away “god, let me go! you’re suffocating me!”

one where... they’re bringing in the last box.

and finally like. one w/ yoosung turning around to show his whole apartment, boxes everywhere, some of them already half unpacked. “phew... finally finished! the hardest part, anyway”

it’s cute.

●  the little videos are probably a thing that happens every now and then, even after that... he probably snapchats a lot of things in general bbbut a lot of the time it’s just. dumb, random videos of saeran.

some of them are stuff like:

 a close-up of both of them, taken with yoosung’s phone where they’re like “streaming in fifteen! we’re gonna play ____ today.” .... real cute stuff.

or just. shitty phone videos yoosung takes of saeran where like… yoosung says something really sappy joke or pickup line? idk. something really cheesy and terrible and wants to film saeran’s reaction.  and saeran looks over and his expression is just. dead inside. the camera zooms in real close on his face and he whispers “………………. im so sick of this Shi–”  the video cuts off there

probably lots of them chillin and having fun with the whole rfa crew

and. maybe one where the two of them are hanging out with saeyoung and mc and other pals and.. idk. one of them says something funny and they’re all laughing but yoosung zooms in on saeran who just.........ok i imagine that sometimes his more subdued laughs come out as like?? this huffy, kinda wheezy little giggle. he covers his mouth w his hand. and the video captures that. when yoosung posts it, ppl Freak out about it because it’s so uncharacteristically adorable...

there’s videos of them going on trips or just new places in general... going for hikes and exploring maybe.. idk. lots of cute stuff.

saeran takes one of yoosung when they’re at the spca?? or some place like that. idk (i dont like pet stores but maybe a pet store).. and.. yoosung just has his hands and face pressed to a glass partition/window/whatever that has a puppy behind it. maybe multiple puppies. and yoosung turns around w/ the Most desperate, pleading expression anyone has ever seen. (saeran knows he has to say no but it’s so hard omfg)

and obviously there’s lots of little clips of video game stuff. teasers of the game content itself or their playthroughs. maybe a video of one of them sitting on the couch or a computer chair playing a game and getting angry lol.... (or saeran getting frustrated w/ a handheld game that’s supposed to be really calm like... animal crossing. idk sorry i just love the idea of saeran having a 3ds and playing chill games like that to help him relax when he’s anxious omg)

.... there’s also lil videos yoosung takes but he decides that they are private, for his eyes only... little moments like one where they’re getting ready to stream and saeran’s adjusting one of the microphones 

and yoosung quietly says hey to get his attention, and saeran looks over and smiles real big and genuine w/ lots of love and tells him to “Stop goofing around. C’mon, put your phone down and help me finish setting up.” and it’s. sweet and happy and cute... yeah.

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BUT uh...

yeah!

that’s all for now !!

[taemsesco]

For the prompt thingy could you do jongyu 29 :3

29 - “I thought you were dead.” 

I like… am not satisfied with this at all,, but yeah,, too lazy to rewrite so enjoy or smth uwu thanks to @jjongsta for betaing and listening to me whine 

“Jjong! Jonghyun!”

Jonghyun immediately froze when he heard his name being called throughout the streets. Despite it being years since he had last heard it, he could recognize that voice everywhere. It undoubtedly belonged to a person from his past, a past he longed to forget. Other people usually described the voice as warm, welcoming. People said that they felt safe and at home whenever they heard that voice, but Jonghyun had always, strangely, associated that voice with a peculiar feeling of constant, unexplainable anxiety and feelings of inadequacy.

“Where are you going?” The voice asked, causing Jonghyun to come to a half with a hand on the door handle.

“I’m going to see Minho. He got the keys to his new apartment yesterday and I promised that I’d help him move.” Jonghyun explained, a light shiver running down his spine as he’s met with a sigh and an expression that’s normally reserved to kids when they don’t understand what they’re being told.

“He’s only using you, Jjong.”

“That’s not-”

“When did you last see Minho, without him needing your help?” The voice cut him off and asked coldly.

“That's…” Jonghyun’s began before turning quiet. Maybe he was on to something. He and Minho did hang out less than before.

In the end, Jonghyun texted Minho that something had come up and that he couldn’t help with the moving.

Despite that, Jonghyun had loved the owner of the voice. Deeply and unconditionally loved him. And he had believed that he was loved too. Whenever he had felt anxious, he had blamed it on his clinical anxiety and depression instead of this person. He didn’t even need to tell himself that he was happy together with them, he truly believed that it had been the perfect relationship. He really had loved the other and their voice. Until it from out of nowhere, disappeared from his life.

Jonghyun had broken down. A pillar in his life was no longer present and he was lost. He was used to having that voice guide him, tell him what to do, and suddenly it was gone. His already frail mental health had crumbled completely. He had almost been at the end of his rope, but had somehow managed to pull through. Once that voice was no longer a constant part of his life, he was able to realize that it did him no good.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Jjong?”

Jonghyun immediately turned his back to the stove and looked at the owner of the voice. “I… I’m cooking dinner.”

“Is that so?” Jonghyun received in return and watched as the person stepped closer to look at the food in making.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Oh.” Jonghyun let out a disappointed sound, teeth digging into his lower lip.

“Can’t you really do anything right? This is so annoying. Go set the table and I’ll see if I can save this disaster.”

Jonghyun swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, head hanging low as he trotted off to do as he was told.

Jonghyun had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would ever get to hear this voice again. But yet, there it was. Calling out for him in the middle of the busy street. He could feel it. It came slowly at first, but eventually it took over his entire body. That same kind of unexplainable and constant anxiety he always felt whenever that voice was present. He was shaking, ever so slightly when he turned around to meet the owner of the voice.

Jinki.

Jonghyun released a breath he didn’t know that he had been holding. It’s actually Jinki, standing there, right in front of him. He had lost weight since Jonghyun last saw him and his hair has gotten a bit longer, but it’s still Jinki. His head was tilted slightly to the side as he took in Jonghyun’s form, eyes crinkling together as he smiled brightly. Jonghyun felt his knees grow a bit weaker at that smile. That’s the smile he fell in love with. The smile that’s able to compete with the sun in terms of brightness.

“Jinx, you’re home!” Jonghyun beamed as Jinki entered their living room, immediately jumping off from his place on the couch and excitedly ran to his lower, leaning up on his tiptoes as he pulled him into a soft kiss.

“Oh… Is there something wrong?” Jonghyun asked once pulled away after noticing the Jinki didn’t reciprocate the kiss. He gave the other a worried look, now noticing he was wearing a sour expression as well.

Jinki couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Jonghyun, “No, Jonghyun. Everything is fine,” He answered in a harsh voice.

“But you’re not smiling.” Jonghyun frowned softly.

“Jeez, Jonghyun, leave me alone. I don’t have to smile all the fucking time.”

Jonghyun widened his eyes a bit in shock but nodded slowly, “I guess you’re right… Sorry.”

“It really is you, Jjong! I thought you had died!” Jinki said cheerfully.

This got Jonghyun’s attention and a frown spread across his face, “No, I’m not. Sorry to disappoint you.”

Jinki’s smile faltered a moment before it returned full force, “Why’d you say something like that Jonghyun? I’d never want you dead.”

Jonghyun didn’t respond, too hung up on Jinki’s words, he didn’t?

“Why’d I want you dead, Jonghyun? I care about you,” He continued.

“You’re lying.” Jonghyun let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Jinki didn’t care, he never did. That’s why he left Jonghyun. That’s why he treated him the way he did. Jinki didn’t care about Jonghyun when they were together, so why would he care now?

“I’m telling you the truth, Jjong,” Jinki argued and frowned softly, “Why don’t you believe me? I’ve always cared about you and I still care about you.”

“Really?” Jonghyun asked as he narrowed his eyes, carefully examining Jinki’s face too see if he found any traces of dishonesty. He didn’t. Maybe, Jinki did care after all.

“Yes, Jjong! I know, I was a dick for leaving so suddenly,” Jinki sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I have a reason. Let me make it up to you, okay? There’s a nice cafe down the street, let’s go there and I’ll explain everything, okay?”

Jonghyun bit down on his lower lip as he stared at the hand that Jinki held out for him. He seemed to be genuinely sorry. Maybe, Jonghyun had over-exaggerated the things he remembered from their relationship. It was Jinki after all. Jinki who was all warm smiles and soft words.

[xelere]

tw long rant cus i need to breathe

wow the fight i had with dad that made me depressed af.... i had it now with my white brother and his wife and partly with my mom too

they talked abt having their kids kidnapped would be the worst and i jokingly said ”haha thats me” cus i need to deal with it

and my brother starts to lecture me and then just completely insensitive says ”but werent you abandoned on the streets i dont think china-” oh here we go again

my kind but weak mom goes; ”no actually a police station” as if that was any better??? she has NEVER stood up for me, no one has. maybe she wants to and agrees with me cus shes the smartast in our family but she never had the GUTS to and the same for my other brother they be agreeing or at least UNDERSTANDING and maybe RESPECT me a little but nor enough to ever have mt back those fkn pussies

then we start to fight and i start to cry again cus im so FRUSTRATED AND ANGRY of having a white family and i CANT EVER REST I CANT REST ANYWHERE WHERE IS MY FUCKING SAFE SPACE CAN I BREATHE

and then his wife goes ”but linn.... now im getting angry you cant just accuse him of being subtle racist!!” and shes always quiet an i always thought she was lile smarter than my stupid brother but obviously.... not

and i just give up.... im a fcking minority in my own family. not to get too personal but my little sister would never have the guts to do this cus shes afraid of conflicts. i ALWAYS have to shut the fuck up in family reuinions. and just because i came with trauma, i was an angry and anxious baby, always screaming and thanks to that being labelled as ”problematic and annoying and angry” by everyone who didnt know how to handle me - thanks to that people STILL think they have the right to silence me. im a grown ass woman, im fucking 19 years old and everyone in my family still rolls their eyes at me and goes ”but linn....”

im so fucking tired. im so fucking tired. and i say that. i tell them im tired and that this is why i want to die cus thats exactly why and my brother starts to laugh and like.... accuse me and shit for not ving grateful cus he wants ro defend mom or smth like.... excuse me youre her fucking biolocigal son you have your own fkn mother right here and everyone in this ugly country looks and thinks wxacrly like you

honestly im too tired to write all this shit down cus i could go on for ages in literalky gonna WRITE A FUCKING BIOGRAPHY ONE DAY IM JUST SO FRUSTRATED I GOT NO FUCKING WHERE TO VENT GOD I HATW MY FAMILY I GET IT HAVING AN ASIAN ANTIBLACK CLASSIST HOMOPHPBIC FAMILY WOULD BE BAD TOO BUT LIKE....... at least it would be my family at least they would look like me and not be racist against me?

and what makes me the most sad is that my adoptive family is still better than like 90% the only difference eis that most adoptees dont dare to ”come out” like this, criticizing their own adoption bc ffs we’re terrified of being abandoned. its just....... theyre so fucing dumb. they dont know shit about racism or adoption and like.... thats kinda essential. no one repsects me in this family except for my mom but shes a fucking coward, always in the middle. everyone else talks down on me and i didnt notice like YESTERDAY DURING MY LAST BREAKDOWN THAT WASNT ABT ADOPTION BUT WAS ABT MY EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE DAD AND HOW I REALIZED HE ALWAYS TREATED ME AND MY SISTER LILE SHIT AND BLAMES MY TRAUMA ON ME SO NOW MY WHOLE FAMILY TREATS MW LIKE A PROBLEMATIC WEIRD KID

i want to leave this family so sad but i dont have any friends cus im too mentally unstable to keep friends and i also have a little sister i need to protest but FOR FUCKSS SAKE TOURE RUCKING 15 AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT BISEXUAL IS like im so done with her too, ive proteced her so much, just because i WAS the angry problematic kid i ALWAYS took the fights for thet cus shes a scared rabbit but she never give me a thank you, never says she appreciates it, always throwing me under the bus when dad accuse us of something and i used to accept it cus i know she was too scared of him BUT AGTER ALL THIS TIME AFTER EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR HER SHES FUCKING 15 SHE KNOWS I HAVE HER BACK IVE BEEN PRTOEVTING HER EVER SINCE THEIR DIVORCE WHEB OUR GROWN ASS ADULT 21+ BROTHERS LEFT US AND I WAS LIKE FUCKING 11 YEARS OLD I PROTECETED HER AND I NEVER GET ANYTHING AND IF I STOP TALKING TO HER SHE WONT EVWR TALK TO ME BECAUSE THATS HOW ALL MY RELATIONSHIPS WORK

i lost all respect for my brother. i knew he was a racist dumbass but like.... he really sig there and laugh and accuse me and guilt trips me when i tell him his dumb ignorant ass is the reason i want o die. this is why i wanna fake my suicide so i can revenge them but i also dont cus then i’d just give in and be one of all those adoptees who commoted suicide and whos gonna fight for them IF NOT ME CUS I ALWAYS DO FKN EVERYTHING. this is also why i low key think i got bpd or smth cus i always want to kill ppl like my family or myself or why not BOTH

cant wait for tomorrow where i have to face everyone and were gonna pretend like NOTHING happened. you know why i came here with my mom and visited??? BECAUSE I WANTED TO TAKE A PAUSE FROM MY DAD AFTER THE SIMILAR SUICIDE THREATENING PANOC ATTACK FIGHT I HAD LIKE YESTERDAY

i just gotta accept tjat my family is totally shit right? i just gotta live through it? this is why i never wanna have kids in sweden. like yeah i’ll probably still be in contact cus im only human, i love my parents and my family ofc.... but like........ I AM NOT TRUSTING THEM. MY REAL FAMILY IS HONESTLY OTHER WOC ONLINE AND OTHER TRANSRACIAL ADOPTEES (the smart oens not the whitewashed ones i try not to blame them but im really fkn tired lf having to protest them and clean up and defend them)

i remember when i was like this every single day....... i DONT WANT IT TO COME BACK IM SO TIRED HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO THREATEN WITH SUICIDE AND SHIT FOR MY FAMILY TO LIEK..... TAKE ME SERIOSULY NO ONE EVER HELPS ME I EVEN GAVE UP ON MY PARENTS I WANTED THEM TO READ ON RACISM BUT THEY REFUSED AT ELAST MY DAD, SO I KNOW I ONLY GO WITH STOP TRIGGERING ME BUT LIEK...... IVE THOUGHT SO MICH FOR MY MOM TO BE QHERE SHW IS TODAY WHOCH IS LIKE THIS COWARD BUT AT LEAST SHE CLMFLRTS ME AFTERWARDS AND IM TOO TIRED TO HAVE TO CONVERT AND EDUCATED MY WHOLE FKN FAMILY WHEN THEY DONT DO SHIT TO LEARN FOR ME

i just gotta smile and wave and pretend to love my brother when he didnt do shit when they divorced, mom got ptsd and i went through AT LEAST A THIRD ABANDONMENT, and he doesnt do shit now all he thinks about is how i accuse him of being racist cus he doesnt understand systems and structures which i blamed it on but tbh he’s the famiöy’s racist he really is hems always been cus hes so fkn stupid he’s joked abt muslims and chinese and black ppl and everything im only pretending its the systematic so my mom doesnt get angry lmao but he.... IS..... not ONLY like all the other white people..... but he IS...... for real

and giys..... i left so much of my anger out in this post cus im too tired and mt phone is gonna die but that vreqkdown i had recently....... i wrote like 50+ posts and theyre SOOOOO LONG and also more wellwritten im just saying to give you a perspektivet of how ISOLATED AND DESPERATE I AM IM DESPERATE BITCHES I HINESTLY THINK IM GONNA DIE IF I KEEP STAYONG HERE I WANT TO ASIA I WANT TO SOMEWEHRE MULTICULTURAL I WANT FRIENDS I AM GOING TO DIE IM GOING TO DIE IM DYING IM DYING AND IF IM DYING IM GONNA BRING DOWN MY WHOLE FAMILY AND EVERY WHITE PERSON AND EVERY NON ADOPTEE WITH ME