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soobrat · 7 months

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pit stop; cyj

🖊️⇝ pairing; afab, blk!reader x yeonjun

🖊️⇝ word count; 8.3k

🖊️⇝ genre; friends 2 lovers, smut, fluff, & light angst

🖊️⇝synopsis; you should probably buy a lottery ticket with how luck you are when it comes to running into celebrities... despite just moving to a new country

🖊️⇝ warnings; very cliche "forbidden love w/ an idol" trope, end is unedited, mc thirsting heavily for mingi, heat of the moment sex, PIV, unprotected sex (mc is on bc), creampie, squirting, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight posessiveness, mc has faux locs at one point

📜⇝ HAPPY BHM!!!!! Would you believe me if I said I started this last BHM? :D Anyways if you're not a black woman you should still read this because it slaps. It would've been even better if I managed to post during valentine's day too.

There are many things that can go wrong in a foreign country all on your own, but for your own health, you push them to the wayside. Maybe you pushed them too far because now you’re stranded with a flat tire miles away from where you’ll be staying. It’s only your first day and you already managed to fuck it up. You have to commend your ability to surprise yourself even after all these years.

You don’t have a local SIM card and your phone is completely off. You should’ve listened to the internet when they gave you a long list of how to prepare your phone when moving abroad. Now it’s useless. You laugh humorlessly as the odds continue to stack against you. Do people stop for hitchhikers in Korea?

You try anyway, you know enough Korean to give them an idea of how to help you. Many cars slow down but zero cars stop. Some even roll down their windows to stare into your eyes as they leave you stranded. You don’t have proof, but you swear one of them took a picture. You can’t be appalled by their actions, it’s not like you came from the most friendly country anyway.

“Come on, people. Just a little slack. Cut me just a little.” You murmur desperately, forcing a strained smile as you wave down another car. It’s another window roller that leaves you behind. You suppose it must be a strange sight. And maybe they’re worried you don’t speak Korean. There you go again, waving any worrying conclusions away. Don’t wanna prove your family right.

Then comes yet another car slowing down. Except, this one is slowing to a stop. It’s a flashy car, much flashier than anything you’ve seen thus far. You don’t know much about cars, but you know the person you see once the window rolls down must be well off. He peeks at you with intrigue and a bit of amusement, his sly vibe fitting for his fox-like features.

“Need help?”

You nearly collapse to your knees in relief. Not only is he stopping to help you but he can speak English so you don’t have to embarrass yourself. “Yes! My car has a flat. My phone doesn’t work, I just need car… service… people.” God, can you speak English? You’re already huffing, looking really weird to this handsome rich man and the other handsome rich man in the passenger seat.

“Are you a MOA?” Yet another man pokes his head out from the backseat to peek at you. His eyes are critical despite their roundness. He raises his eyebrows in a way that makes you think there’s a wrong answer. Your brain is already overworked for the day so you answer honestly. “I’m sorry, I have no clue what that is.”

Assuming you can’t understand, he mumbles “leave her” in Korean and slinks back into the backseat.

“I’ll call the car service people for you.” The driver smirks and you can tell he’s making fun of you. You just force a smile and thank the man before retreating back into your car. Shut inside the one space familiar to you feels like finally getting a moment to breathe and reflect. This is just a little hiccup. Soon you’ll be at your new home and next week you’ll be working again.

You were consumed in a book whenever help arrives, and lifting your head, you notice that flashy car is still there.

Luckily enough, the maintenance truck had an inflated spare available and you were on your way, but not before thanking the driver. As you approach he rolls the window down again before leaning his arm on the door.

“Thank you so much, I’m not sure how long I would’ve been out here if you didn’t help me.” You sigh. You weren’t sure what you could offer him to express your gratitude, you were pretty useless as of now.

“It’s no problem. The least I can ask for is that you don’t tell anyone you saw us here.”

You have trouble keeping a smile on your face as a hint of dread sets in. Why wouldn’t they be allowed in the countryside? Were they criminals? Is this a common location for crime?

“I know you don’t know us yet, but in case you find out from the internet, just keep this between us.”

You did not find out from the internet. You found out eight days later when you saw a cardboard cut out of the driver in the mall. Holding up a makeup product he didn’t need with a smile that almost hides the eternal mischief hidden in his expression both times you’ve seen him. This whole time you thought they were notorious criminals and you were going to get booked before you even stepped foot at home. But no, the nice car was from them being idols, not criminals.

Maybe you were a bit in the dark about k-pop idols, but why weren’t they allowed to drive around? You hold that thought, possibly forever because you had just experienced a pretty rare occurrence so early into your move.

-🖊️⇝

Tonight was your first office party since your move. Your boss saved up to rent out a hotel venue and even scored you and your coworkers rooms for the night. Less risky without the threat of drunk driving or getting kidnapped you guess.

“I could only book the ballroom today, so I’m sorry but you can’t wander around. You can only go in this room and the floor where your rooms are located. There’s a celebrity staying here and the hotel is pretty much on lockdown.”

Your coworkers immediately get to gossiping about who’s here and all you can do is marvel at the odds. There was no way you’d be meeting another celebrity. The odds are even more unfathomable than you previously thought. You break the rules on accident, drunkenly tapping the wrong floor number. Your eyes are closed when you stumble out and run into someone tall.

“Um, this floor is… off limits.” The man grabs you by your shoulders and holds you at arm's length. Your head lolls back and you get a good look at the guy and he, in turn, gets a glimpse of you. His jaw drops open and he looks over to the other men behind him. Your brain had been too debilitated to translate Korean.

“Hey! Are you that girl? Flat tire?” A familiar voice rings out and snaps you from your daze and you attempt to hold your head up straight. “Yeah! Car service people!” The driver whose name you’re sure starts with a Y says excitedly. Again with the mischief, sticking its pesky little head out more confidently with the teasing nickname.

“No way it’s you guys again.” You chuckle drowsily.

“Yes way!” The blond man lets go of your shoulders.

“Are you a MOA yet?” It was the one from the backseat asking the same question yet again. It completely slipped your mind to figure out what that meant.

“I still have no idea what that is.” You flash a tight smile as he narrows his eyes at you. One of the two you haven’t spoken to yet says something frantically to the others in Korean before they all turn to look at you.

“Hey… do you want some water?” Y approaches you, speaking almost like he’s about to sell you something. Your eyes roll back, your urge to rest almost winning the fight.

“I want to go to sleep.”

“Let’s get you some water!” The blond one says enthusiastically before ushering you into a door down the hall. They talk to each other as you gulp down a cold bottle of water, slumped in the living chair they frantically cleared for you. This would help with your hangover tomorrow anyway. After they deliberate with themselves Y turns to you.

“Is your party still happening?” He kneels before you, talking to you like a lost child.

“Yeah, I left early.”

“Great! We were gonna sneak down there ourselves, but you going back would be easier.”

“You want me to go back?” You barely swallow your water before you ask. “Yeah. All we were given was fruit. We can’t survive on fruit and the food smells so good.” He pleads with his eyes before the blond chips in.

“Please? We’re hungry.”

Downing your second bottle, you look at them warily as your mind sobers up. “You guys are famous. Can’t you just get room service?”

“No, we’re banned from it. They told the hotel not to serve us.” The black-haired one who looks to be the tallest or close to it pipes in. Much too massive for his youthful vibe.

You look at each pair of puppy eyes incredulously. “So they’re starving you?”

Yeonjun is quick to clear the air, starting to explain again that they had fruit before Mr. MOA interrupts him. “Yes!! We’re starving!” His whining is cut off by the blond scolding him.

“What are your names?” You ask once you realize you have no idea.

You learn each of their names and each of the food items they want brought to them. You have five styrofoam containers filled to the brim in both arms as you board the elevator. You’re aware they’re exaggerating, but concern for them still flares up. They were pretty thin, and you’ve heard whispers of their insane diets. But you do what you do best. They seem fine, and they wouldn’t have the energy they’re exhibiting currently if something was wrong.

Thankfully, no one was on there with you. That is, until you see that someone had pressed the button from your floor. You stand there awkwardly as your coworker looks at you like you have five heads. Then he sees that you’ve pressed the button for a forbidden floor.

“K-pop fan?”

You sigh, shifting the containers in your hands. “No. I’m acting as a food delivery service.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t press you, nor will he say anything. None of your coworkers are the type. The idols are waiting impatiently by the elevator when the door opens, hurriedly unloading each container.

How you ended up with five grown men in your hotel room was really a blur. Apparently their manager might walk in and bust them if they stay in their room. “We’ll be quick!” They promised.

Now Beomgyu and Kai are napping on your bed while you lean against the wall. Yeonjun’s eating whatever is left over in the living chair in the corner, smiling happily at you.

“I love you. I could kiss you.” He manages with his cheeks full of food.

You give him a tight smile, familiar with his habitual attempts to fluster you by now. “That’s not necessary. Your manager is probably looking for you guys.”

“Nah. We’re allowed to wander around as long as we’re in our room before 1 am. Today was our last day.” You chew on his words as he chews on the remnants of his food. He swallows hard, forcing what seems to be a painfully large chunk of food down his throat. Food seems to placate his teasing disposition, a thought that makes you cover your mouth to conceal your smirk. It takes a moment for him to recuperate before he speaks again.

"What do you wanna do right now?" He narrows his eyes, pointing his plastic cutlery at you.

You’re not sure what he means exactly, even after taking a moment to let your eyes flit around the room. So you do what you usually do, shrug and be honest. "Around this time I'd be playing some game until my eyes are painfully dry."

He halts mid container disposal to peer at you excitedly. "You play video games? Which ones?"

Finally, something you were a natural at talking about. "I like games like Minecraft or Rust, but I dabble in FPS games too-" You get caught up in one of your favorite conversation topics, surprised when Yeonjun dumps his trash quickly before marching over to you and taking your hands.

"Oh please tell me you play Valorant."

"Yeah, like I said, I dabble-"

"Okay, I'm really gonna kiss you."

“Don’t you dare-” Your words are cut off by a chaotic mixture of a gasp and laugh when he pokes his lips out, leaning in slowly. He unpuckers his lips and they settle into a smirk. The realization of how close you are to each other sets in and brings about a strong flow of energy between you two. You shake his hands off yours and shove him away, forcibly resuming your playful aura. He laughs, widening his eyes once it dies down.

“Oh, I cannot wait to kick your ass.” He points, eyes posing as a warning. You huff as you pick up a towel. You sling it over your shoulder before raising your eyebrows at him. “Is that a bet or a promise?”

And to think if your office party was planned even a day later, you would’ve probably never seen them again. Yeonjun nabs your phone while you were in the bathroom, sticking his number in there. The first important milestone of your relationship with the boys was being added to their group chat. Then you visited their dorms and them, your apartment. You weren’t aware of the transition, you just looked up and it felt natural to be around each other.

“___’s on!” Yeonjun cheers through your headset. He pauses once you turn on your webcam. “You found a hairstylist?”

“Yeah. Turns out there are black ones here. I never knew.” You reply, half paying attention as you adjust your camera.

“I know there’s a Korean name for that style but I feel like it’s… not correct. What’s it called in English?”

“Locs! Do you like ‘em?” You comb your fingers through each loc, careful not to tug at your tender scalp. “They fit you so well I forgot how you looked before.” He says as if he’s shocked by his own accuracy.

“You’re so right. I should’ve popped out the womb with locs.” You chuckle to yourself, unable to stop playing with your hair. Yeonjun has that look on his face like he’s about to smart-mouth you. “Locs and not wounding your own teammates would’ve been really handy.” He tries to quip quickly in an attempt to fly under your radar.

Your smile is immediately wiped off your face. “It was an off day for me, how many times do we have to go over this?”

“Next time your favorite character dies don’t come online.”

“I knew I should’ve hung out with Taehyun today.” You transition from excitement to insults like it's nothing. These boys definitely make it easy.

“Yeah, whatever. Are you coming to Mingi’s party next week or do you have work.” He says as if the word itself affronted him. New names were constantly thrown at you. You took a break from researching and watching videos because it was just too much.

“Why are you always so offended by my job? And I’ll see if I can make it.”

It makes it even harder to consume content about these idols when you think of what they go through. From these five alone, you can tell how hungry these idols are to be in this position. They put up with so much and you can’t help thinking their companies take advantage of that.

“You know, you never told me why you weren’t allowed to drive around the day we met.”

An effortless transition is made again as Yeonjun sets aside his teasing. “We have a lot of rules. Like, a lot. It’s no problem, we all knew what we were signing up for pretty much. It feels kinda pointless to go through all that work just to get in trouble, so we hold each other accountable.”

“I’m guessing that’s not counting the hotel food heist?” You bring up with a snort. It feels a little silly to make an exception for food.

“That was a small rule, and we just finished the final concert of a very tiring tour. The day we met I rented a car after a full month of grueling practice hours with little to no sleep. We were hysterical. So we took a ride.”

The boys seem alright. They’re full of life most days and with no context, you would have no idea what they’re going through. He informs you that this party is another one of those exceptions. There are secret parties thrown constantly but it was reckless to go without thorough planning. You like the thought of them getting a proper break and they really want you to come, so you do what you never do: call in fake sick to work.

But not before attempting a little research. Perhaps a different approach would help. You’re picking at scraps since you only have one internet friend who likes kpop. What if they never heard of him?

___: Y’all who is Mingi

You sent out the tweet before you went to sleep. You had just gotten your ass handed to you on Valorant so you didn’t feel like being let down that same night. You woke up to more notifications you’ve seen on all your social media accounts combined.

mingitzsong: you mean our lightskin king Malik???

That was not the tweet you expected from your friend, not by a long shot. Nor were you expecting the “my moot has a hit tweet!” DM.

Your notifications were flooded with fancams, edits, pictures– is that a video of him grabbing his…?

It was too early and you had gone too long without being satisfied by another person so this was all going to your head. You couldn’t tell if you were a stan now or just horny. You wanted him on your wall… or inside you.

So maybe that was the real reason you were okay with lying to your boss, but it was much more touching to say it was to please your friends.

-🖊️⇝

You enter the function excited to see the guys. Mingi too, but you were trying to seem less eager about that. You find the two youngest members first talking to a group of unfamiliar people. You try to sneak past, intending to say hi when there weren’t people to be introduced to. But alas, they saw you and you met a few idols their age. Then you run into Soobin coming out of the bathroom. “You made it!” His excited smile was ten times cuter when he was tipsy. He pulls you into a big tight hug and it’s so unlike him. He seemed to have an aversion to touching anyone when it wasn’t necessary. Drunk Soobin was unbearably adorable and it took everything in you to not stay with him and pinch his cheeks. But you needed to find the other members.

The club Mingi rented out is not ideal for finding friends. There are two floors and this is your third time walking down the stairs. You haven’t even seen the host himself yet. With his height, it shouldn’t be easy to miss him. As you walk past the large dance floor you become privy to the reason you haven’t found them. Your head naturally lowers, your eyes automatically avoiding the dancing bodies. It wasn’t your fault, your tendency to avoid large groups of people is written deep inside your DNA. It was time to stop beating around the bush, so you enter the group of dancing bodies.

It felt like miles of grazing people despite trying your best to shrink into yourself. In the heart of the group were the three you were looking for. They were lost in the music and possibly a bit drunk. Yeonjun casts a glance to see who was approaching before wordlessly holding out his hand. You accept with exaggerated confidence, fake it ‘til you make it. It was easier than you thought to dance smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Your focus had been locked on the tall man before you, your body on autopilot as it sways to the music. He guides you closer by your hand with undoubtedly genuine confidence sewn into his smirk. You find yourself naturally smiling, unable to shake the shyness that overcomes you. He was doing it again, but this time you took the bait and let yourself be reeled up to shore. Forced out of your comfort zone, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“Who is that?” You hear a deep masculine voice say to your left. Your eyes stay glued to Yeonjun like you’re physically unable to look away, and you swear he’s having the same problem. But you eventually do. Mingi is still looking at Beomgyu until he answers, only then does he grace you with eye contact. The wind is pulled from your lungs as you gasp. You were too distracted by Yeonjun to fully bask in his glory.

“Well. Here he is in person.” Yeonjun fails to pull your attention away even when he rests his hand on your shoulder. “This is ___.”

Mingi makes a sound of understanding, nodding as he not so subtly rakes his eyes up and down your body. It takes everything in you not to shiver. He repeats your name with a small smile that makes your heart skip rope.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He bows slightly before rising with his cheeks squinting his eyes. “I’m a rapper, my group is called ATEEZ.”

I know, you’re tempted to say. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” You bow back, restraining the locs that fall over your eyes.

“You’re… very beautiful.” His eyes fall again, taking their time coming back to your face before flashing a seductive smirk. You bite your lip, acute amounts of shame stirring with the arousal in your belly as the tension thickens in such a public space.

The members of TXT are long forgotten as you’re sat at the bar with the handsome Mingi. You talk for hours, though it’s mostly flirting and subtle invitations. As much as you can communicate with your limited Korean. You’re glad it’s gotten good enough that you can understand what he tells you next. According to Mingi, there are no restrictions in his company when it comes to doing… it. If they’re of age, they can do whoever they want to their heart’s content. As long as they’re not reckless. TXT has to plan in advance for your visits and they have three emergency escape or hide strategies just in case. That’s just for being seen with you.

There’s heat brewing between your legs. You’d be a huge liar if you said being around handsome men that you couldn’t think about touching wasn’t slightly torturous. Not even a little tipsy quicky you could pretend didn’t happen. No kissing. Hugging was even a stretch. Even if there’s a fuckload of chemistry, gotta ignore it. But this man, the same one you’ve been fantasizing about, can touch you in ways that has heat traveling throughout your entire body.

“What do you think?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrows. You agree in a way you hope doesn’t seem desperate, but in the end who cares? Not you when he leans closer, taking a moment to take in a quick breath before closing the distance. Butterflies swirl and thrash in your stomach as excitement takes over. It’s your fault the kiss escalates but you still can’t care about shame when your dreams are coming true.

His tongue feels like heaven against yours, sinfully wet to the point where you can’t help thinking of it somewhere else. He inhales deeply through his nose and you can feel the ensuing groan in your spine.

A frantic voice pulls the two of you apart, someone talking about an emergency. He and Mingi share an exchange before Mingi looks back at you. He sighs disappointedly. “Ah, I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” He winks before being whisked away, vanishing like he did every morning when your sweet dreams slip between your fingers.

You and Yeonjun don’t see each other for the rest of the party, you stay at the bar to sulk. Yeonjun was buzzing after the brief dance you shared. Your hand was so soft, and the way you looked at him… he’d never seen that from you before. If no one had taken your attention he doesn’t know what might’ve happened. He shakes the thought away as if it were a physical intrusion.

When you kept asking about Mingi before the party, Yeonjun thought nothing of it. You were basically clueless about the industry and he was happy to fill you in. But the way you looked at him, sure it wasn’t as loaded or intimate (or unprovocative) but you looked starstruck. It would sting a little if you didn’t become a fan from their music but from someone else’s.

Yeonjun’s body had become entirely tense, unable to dance in a carefree way after you took over his mind. There was a whole lot of conflict going on in his brain but not a lot of solutions. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re gonna stop being friends with them. You’ve given their home life a level of excitement and joy that it hasn’t reached before, and they didn’t have to train for months to receive it. All Yeonjun had to do was kick back, look over with a smile to see that you’re smiling back.

The next time you see each other is outside the club next to their van. “Hey, you disappeared.” Yeonjun shoves his hands in his pockets before nudging you with his elbow. You glance up at him, but it’s like your neck’s made of rubber. Drunk like him, but way worse at concealing it. Soobin explains that he found you by the bar and decided to help get you home.

In the backseat between Yeonjun and Taehyun, you’re restless. You keep whining and fidgeting until Taehyun asks you what’s wrong. “I’m just frustrated.”

Confused by this progression, Yeonjun turns toward you with a curious frown. “Did something happen with Mingi?”

“He had to leave.” You whimper before letting your head fall on Yeonjun’s shoulder. When you lift your face to look at him you’re way too close for it not to be a problem. He’s hesitant, but Yeonjun allows his face to linger in this dangerous proximity. “I’m still a little worked up.” Your eyes flit down to his lips and he gasps lightly. He casts a quick glance at his members. Taehyun was looking down into his lap, brows tight. The other members seem to be minding their own business. Getting the idea before he even looks back at you, Yeonjun’s heart flips.

When he turns his head again you scoot closer. The lights of the city whiz past, shadows obscuring your features before painting them in vibrant hues. Each aspect of your face that he tried not to think about lay before him in a way so breathtaking he can’t think straight. He usually stops himself by now out of fear that he’ll become obsessed with you. Then he feels the tip of your nose brush against his, signaling how close he is to breaching an important rule. Just then, the van passes through a tunnel, cloaking the entire vehicle in a dimmer light. His heart stills, time stills as the drowsy look wipes off your face. You pull back a bit to flash him a genuine look. As if you’re also considering this.

Yeonjun is closing in just as the van leaves the tunnel, moving fast but not fast enough.

“Hey, break it up!” A bright light is flashed in both your faces. Yeonjun squints and blocks the light, unable to pull away from you because it feels like snuffing out this flame will leave him stranded in the tundra. But Soobin sounded frantic, and he’d hate to stress out his friend and leader. So he pulls away and he’s right. It’s frigid and cold.

“What happened?” Kai sits up from his chair and glances at Soobin before peering at the back seat.

Soobin sighs, clearly hesitant to report this. “He almost kissed her.”

Their reactions vary from shocked to worried to a little frustrated. “That’s like… the biggest thing, hyung.” Soobin pleads for Yeonjun’s understanding with his eyes. Yeonjun nips at his top lip, unable to curb his embarrassment and disappointment. “I know, I know.” He sends a hand through his hair frustratedly.

You sit stiffly between the two men as Taehyun gears up to say something. All this for a kiss? One you were admittedly excited for. Still, you don’t have it in you to get angry at them. Like Yeonjun said. They worked hard for this. It’s silly to risk it all over a kiss. Even if that label makes your heart sink.

“You guys know I won’t say anything. I’m already risking getting fired over driving you here.” The driver pipes up as he casts a quick glance at the rearview mirror.

“It’s not about that, we can’t slip up.” Taehyun finally speaks, eyes cutting at Yeonjun. “At all.”

“I said I know.” Yeonjun speaks with more conviction that raises the tension considerably. Everyone else in the car can feel it. You send nervous glances to the other three who seem to be doing the same. “It’s fine! We’ve all been drinking, so.” Kai tries, his nervous smile flickering out when he looks back. Taehyun has his jaw clenched as he stares out the window and Yeonjun is clearly pissed off.

“Exactly, let’s just drop it. Nothing happened anyway.” Soobin adds authoritatively, looking back at the two who don’t return his glance.

Everyone does as much, leaving the car unbearably quiet. When you arrive at your apartment you say quiet goodbyes to everyone including Jun who gives you a cautious and almost apologetic look. “I’ll come with you.” Soobin grunts as he stands from his seat.

Yeonjun watches helplessly as you both exit the car and Soobin walks you to the door. He would’ve offered before the car even stopped. But this isn’t only about him. A scandal could harm the entire group.

-🖊️⇝

Five months. You haven’t been laid in five months. Then here comes this 6ft-something man with puppy dog tendencies who turns on the sex appeal like it’s nothing, stirring up your emotions to this degree.

You tie half of your locs up before tugging two down to frame your face. You bite your lip as you take in your appearance, a little shocked at how good everything came out. “What do you think? Should I add anything else?”

Things have been a little stiffer between you and Yeonjun. You still hang out but you both can feel it looming. The chemistry. The tension. The threat of jumping each other’s bones at a moment’s notice. Yeonjun doesn’t want to drag his members down because of a rash decision. He’s not sure what’s going through your mind but he can see the conflict in your eyes.

Yeonjun considers helping you. Immediately he’d recommend a choker. It’s hard for him to quell the thoughts about how good your neck looks with a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around it. Then he would suggest going for gloss instead of lipstick, but perhaps he should stop thinking about your neck and lips while he’s ahead. Also, this is all to help Mingi. Valentine’s day has passed, but it’s a miracle if an idol is free then anyway. This is essentially their valentine’s day plans, it’s a thought that presents a lingering bitter taste in his mouth. But he knows better, so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

“Yeah, it looks good like that.” He says as plainly as he can. Like a friend should.

You turn in your chair and rest your arm on the back. He looks really tired today. You can tell it’s one of those weeks that are really beating down on him. This is the most severe you’ve seen it get with your own eyes.

“You’re usually good at helping me with my looks.” It’s true that you’re cautious as well, but if he could have one moment to not be worried about one hundred things at once, you really want it to be with you.

“You did pretty well on your own.” His shrug does nothing to shield how disingenuous he’s being. You give him a knowing look, deciding to probe just a little.

“You know you can take a nap on my bed while I’m gone.”

“I’m good.” He assures with a smile meant to be soft but ends up strained. “Text me if you need anything or if something goes wrong.”

No, no. That’s the last thing you need. Him needing to have his guard up around you and still being so courteous. “I have other friends that I can text. You go play video games or relax or something.”

“Oh yeah? Name someone that isn’t an idol, quickly.” His tense demeanor melts just for a second, just to poke back. You give a short, dry laugh. Knowing very well you didn’t have an answer. Non-idol friends would do you some good. You think for a moment before replying half-jokingly.

“How about I call your leader instead and tell him to come take you home.”

Yeonjun stands from the bed, walking over with a look that you recognize by now. He’s thinking about it again. Kissing you or touching you. “I wanna be here when you get back.” He’s not sure why. You’re not gonna be drinking and Mingi is a gentleman, he’ll make sure you get home safe.

You’re acutely aware you must be looking at him the same way, which means you’re both in danger of breaking the biggest rule. He’s tired and probably unbelievably frustrated. And he wants it so bad. You can practically smell the arousal when you two get like this. Hell, you want it too. Sleeping with someone who’s been stifled for years and is finally able to let loose? The sex would be unforgettable. The thought permeates in your mind, strong enough to overshadow your habit of pushing all this to the wayside. You stand from the chair.

“Why? I’ll be alright.” You blink, unaware of how cute you look peering through your lashes. Despite his notes, you did do a great job. Fuck a choker or lip gloss, if you showed up to a date looking like this, he’d lose all ability to function.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathes out, but how genuine he is shines through. This was more intimate than the dance or the almost kiss. HIs eyes have a slight sheen as they gaze down at you earnestly.

“That means a lot, Jun. Thank you.”

Yeonjun, instead of responding, takes your shirt strap that had fallen down your shoulder in between his fingers. He slowly moves it back up, hand brushing lightly against your soft skin. You’re cold to the touch, your body being chilled by your air conditioner. How long would it be until you were properly warmed up? Too long.

“I don’t think I can handle you looking like this for someone else.” The words roll off his tongue, feeling as though someone else had said them. He looks over at your eyes from your strap, the touched shock on your face confirming that it was real. It happens quickly, the rationalization. You shut up the part of your brain urging you to run away from the conflict and tug Yeonjun closer by his shirt. His hands move to your face and the two of you linger there, either giving this a second thought or wondering if this was really happening. You lean in, feeling his breath fanning only to jerk back suddenly. Your lips brush against each other first before they finally meld, finally connecting in the way you both truly craved.

He’s so expressive, you can feel the longing, hear the pent up frustration leaving him with every heavy sigh. You chase each other’s lips instantly after each disconnect as if the kiss is providing oxygen rather than inhibiting it. There was that heat again, warming his frigid body as you wrap your arms around him and urge him closer.

He pulls away, the impish fox you know well looking so unfamiliar. His eyes pleading and blown out, his pretty lips pink and swollen. You impatiently pull him back in and you feel the same warmth he is. Except it’s burning you up. Both of you feel like you’re being swallowed by a large flame as your tongues circle each other. He lets out a wanton moan that has your core clenching. “Taste so good.” His voice is nearly inaudible, murmured between kisses.

Pushing your straps down your arms, he undoes his recent action. He pushes your dress over your breasts but he’s too consumed by the kiss to look down. His hands envelope the flesh held by your bra as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Things are escalating quickly but you grow frustrated that he isn’t inside you already. You’ve both waited long enough.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, eyebrows slanting as you let your pride go for just a moment. You reach down and tug at the waistband of his sweats, feeling a little justified as he returns your desperation with his eyes. With his hands kneading your breasts and your fingers clenching his pants you stare into each other’s eyes. No words exchanged but you each understand loud and clear that you need each other. Bad. As his face draws closer you try again. “Fuck me.” You whisper as he nuzzles your nose.

You’re begging for it but Yeonjun can’t decide how he wants you first. He shuts his eyes and imagines your body bent in half, your as lifted into the air. Presented just for him. His cock throb and he squeezes your breast. Your ensuing moan almost pushes him to throw you onto the bed. But then he imagines the moonlight bleeding through the curtains and painting your body. The lights of the cars that speed past illuminating your umber tinted nipples that perk up nice and hardened for him.

The fantasy draws more and more saliva onto his tongue that rolls off onto yours. Your tongues tangle in a horny mess. If anyone saw what the two of you were doing they’d probably be confused, but both of your faces are scorching and the spaces between your legs are throbbing. Yeonjun is on his tenth fantasy on how he wants to pose you when he starts whimpering. You grab his crotch and return the squeeze he’s been giving your breasts. He finally unlatches from your lips to toss his head back, letting out the loudest moan of the evening. You kiss down his throat, feeling the vibrations of his pretty sounds. It’s taking every atom inside your body to not bite and suck, instead you ghost your teeth over his supple skin.

As his moans transition to groans and growls his actions become more rough. He grabs your wrist to keep your hand steady as he grinds into it. His nails pierce your breast and it’s your turn to whimper. He yanks your hand off of him and moves his own to your waist, finally guiding you over to the bed. In every fleeting fantasy he had there was one thing either missing or integral. The very look on your face you have now as he’s moving over you. Your dark eyes are so doe-like yet so sinful. They yearn for him, yet dare him.

The taking off of your clothes is agonizingly slow. It doesn’t matter that you’re both rushing to the point that you almost rip each other’s shirts. It’s still torturous. His long cock bobs as he repositions himself, a drop of precum dribbling from his tip and shining in the light. His nails dig into you yet again as your legs are hoisted on either side of your head. Every time he grips so forcefully you wish he’d do it harder, squeeze you until you fuse together.

You get as close as you can to that wish when his tip cards between your lips. You jolt, surprised by your own sensitivity. Yes, it’s been a long time, but it’s not that. Your clit and lips are so swollen that they ache. You feel like your molten juice will pour out of you at any moment. You hold your legs in place as Yeonjun lowers onto his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours. You’ve already stuck your tongue down his throat and gripped his cock, but there’s something strangely intimate about his bangs brushing against your forehead. He watches you intently as he slowly pushes in. You gasp, as if the heat radiating off his cock is actually singing you as he slides in.

Yeonjun releases his lip from his teeth as a deep groan forces its way out from the depths of his core. Your pussy swallows him whole, so devastatingly wet that it coats your outer lips and coaxes him in with ease. The urge to crack a window, shove the comforter and sheets off the bed, anything to quell the overwhelming heat is a fleeting thought for the both of you. It’s quickly replaced by the gnawing need to feel every part of each other. To get deep. Yeonjun arches his back and pushes his hips in until you’re yelping and your hips buck uncontrollably.

Then something snaps and a rhythm takes over Yeonjun’s body. His hips snap toward yours at the perfect pace that has you clawing down his back. You feel his skin under your fingernails.

Your hips desperately chase after him, fingers fumbling over your achy clit. It’s a blurred frenzy that neither of you can completely process as real. Your brains are turned off anyway, blindly chasing pleasure and that orgasm so sweet your teeth go numb at the thought.

The height of the pleasure makes each pump of his cock maddening. It’s so good you both almost want it to stop. The pleasure spikes higher, making your moans peak in pitch. Your grip falters on your thighs as your legs start to quake.

“I can’t– I can’t!” Your mumbles are nearly incoherent between your shrieky whimpers. A knot squeezes so tight in your lower belly it feels like a large, heavy ball. Yeonjun grits out moans as his eyebrows furrow. The pleading look is so sexy, the desperation in his voice. His fucking cock is inside you. It’s so deep inside you.

“C-cumming!” Your thighs slip from your hands as a violent tremor sweeps through your body. The knot snaps and you feel hot liquid spewing from your cunt. Yeonjun fucks through the pressure, sharp profanities shoot off his tongue. He claws at your thighs and his thrusts transition to slow and punishing. The myriad of noises flooding from your lips don’t lower in intensity. The pleasure barely plateaus and you’re right back in the trenches.

“Fuck! Yeonjun, fuck!” You squeal. His hand crawls up from between your breasts to your throat. “You’re taking it so well, you’re perfect.” His voice cracks, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re so, so perfect.” His body drops closer to yours, his voice tickling against your ear. His thrusts pick up with his fractured moans. You can tell just how much is being released as he fucks you. It’s just as magical as you imagined, watching him let loose like this. But the twitch in his brow bothers you. His muscles are tight, his shoulders tense. You let out a serene sigh.

“Let it all out, Junnie.” You run your hands over his shoulders, feeling his muscles loosen under your fingers. His eyes flutter shut, mimicking your serene sigh. He doesn’t get to rest for long. The conflict wracking his body this time is different. His cock is twitching inside you.

Your clumsy hands travel all over his shoulders, neck, and land on his face. His hips start to fracture from their rhythm and his face occasionally pinches. You caress him, wanting to bottle up the version of him that’s close to cumming.

You press a tender, wet kiss to his lips. “Cum inside me.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he has no clue you’re on birth control. So when the most guttural moan erupts from his chest it catches you off guard. His hips grind down against yours, his cock throbbing as it pumps you even fuller. Your sweaty bodies stay like that for a moment, not long enough for your sensitivity to wane. He pulls out, unplugging your hole for all the fluids to flow out.

His cock is heavy against your clit, so heavy that it triggers your sensitivity. You close your legs around him and turn your head into your pillow. He flows you, planting a long kiss on your lips as he grinds his cock into your mound.

“Jun,” you tap at the mattress, the excruciating pleasure taking you to another planet.

“I love your pussy.” He finally pulls away and the rigidity of your body eases. You let out a shaky breath, eyeing him as moves down your body. He glances up at you with his mouth hovering over your tired pussy. “It’s mine.” His eyes flutter shut as he kisses your mound wetly. A sharp moan rockets out of you. Your head shoots backward and your thighs threaten to close around him. That was just the teaser.

His tongue delves in to scoop out his and your essence. You’re in awe of the dirtiness of his actions and the lengths he’s willing to push you. All while staring you right in the eyes. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you push at his head.

He hums before lifting away. “You want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You reply instantly, a laugh bubbling out of both of you. It was ridiculous at this point. Yeonjun curls his tongue inside of you until he’s satisfied with how clean he got you. He lifts up, giving only a glimpse of his sullied face before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He crawls back up and you groan.

“No, we’re both gross, don't lay back down.”

He grumbles ‘give me an hour’, making you both laugh. It’s comforting, a crackling fire lulling you both to sleep.

You gasp loudly, shooting upright.

“Mingi!”

-🖊️⇝

If only you hadn’t done that. The vibes after the sex were immaculate. Now things are tense again as Yeonjun gets you ready to meet with Mingi. His hands run over your sudsy body, making sure you’re squeaky clean. He helps you with your bra, even helps you pick out a new outfit. When all is said and done, you’re back to looking at each other through the mirror. He sighs.

“Go ahead and text him you’re ready.”

You pull your phone out, finding you’re just flipping it over in your hands instead of unlocking it. You chew on your lip, your heart beating so intensely it’s debilitating.

“I’m ready.” You rush out, thinking for a moment before turning to actually look at him. Yeonjun breathes a laugh with a smirk.

“I said tell him, not me.”

“Why? You’re my date.” Your smile beams brighter than you mean it to. It’s all fine because he returns its luminosity.

“I’m down for that. I’m too fatigued to go anywhere, though.”

“I know, I really tuckered you out didn’t I?” You cock an eyebrow at him, doing your best impression of a sly fox you know.

“Okay, but who made who squirt?”

You shove him, making him chuckle as he catches himself. You quickly leave the bedroom, turning to shout back at him.

“I’m watching the movie without you.”

He chases after you and you just barely evade him to sit on the cough first. He dives next to you, snuggling up close and nuzzling his forehead into yours. It’s something he used to do to annoy you, and though you’re tonguing your cheek, your heart is fluttering.

You watch the rest of the movie hugging his arm with your head on his shoulder. As the credits roll, is the first to talk in thirty minutes.

“It was always gonna be us.” Yeonjun chuckles. “We both knew it from the moment in your hotel room. Fuck it, I might’ve thought about it when I first saw you.”

You crane your head to look at him, his sharp eyes already on you. There’s a softness to them.

Multiple fists thundering against your door makes you both jump.

“Open up! Yeonjun has been here for way too long!” Identifying Soobin’s voice dulls the alarm bells blaring in both your heads.

Yeonjun trudges over to let them in, sulking back to the couch as the four younger book it past him. Beomgyu launches himself on the couch and asks what “we’re” watching. Kai is close behind, snatching the remote before Beomgyu could even think to grab it. They argue over that as Soobin sits down, rubbing his temples. He sinks into the couch as you sit beside him. You can feel Yeonjun’s warmth on your left and you bite your lip trying to ignore it.

“And just what were you doing here all alone?” Soobin’s eyes slowly pan over to the two people sitting suspiciously close to each other. You both shrug, mumbling something about movies and ice cream.

Taehyun sighs, squeezing his ass in between the both of you until you’re forced to part. You just roll your eyes, ignoring it for now. The movie watching experience with these five was always chaotic. Chaotic enough that you and Yeonjun could sneak glances at each other with no one noticing. The noise dissipates as you get lost in each other’s eyes. You both smile.

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I HEREBY BREAK MY SILENCE (IDK not for long, probably)

and in doing this, I will give you my first SFW alphabet, of MyStreet!Zane Ro'meave. cause the lack of content for this man is absolutely CRIMINAL.

Cw: talk of character death, very very brief talk about kinks, angst, fluff, hurt comfort, probably ooc idfk LMAO

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He probably wouldn't be the most affectionate in public, poor dude can't even bear the thought of people knowing his biggest interest cause he's worried he's gonna be made fun of </3. But, behind closed doors, he would 100% be the most gentle and cute lover, constantly asking if he was allowed to touch you, to hug you. It's the little things. As for verbal affection, I feel like he wouldn't be the biggest fan of pet names, maybe common ones like baby, or sweetheart occasionally but nothing BIG.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I have a few ideas for this one, but starting off with the most likely. You were probably a friend of Aphmaus or a friend of someone in the main group who's begun meeting everyone. I like to believe you two didn't click immediately, not fighting all the time or anything you just never really spoke. When it actually comes to being friends, you're the one to make the first move, even if it was just a subtly joke to him on the sidelines. Eventually, it just became a common occurrence to see you two together, enjoying each other's company. The two of you can barely even remember when you didn't talk, it just, suddenly happened.

(As for any others, I can think of a few tropes. Like, childhood best friends to lovers, the coffee shop aus, anything soft and sweet. BUT it has to have character development and plot.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is a cuddler. Not in public, never in public. But if you two are sat in the same area together, he's leaning on you. Or pulling you into his chest. He likes the feeling of your weight on him, makes him feel grounded. I can also see something else that would happen quite often, like. You sat on the couch watching TV, and he comes in and sits on the floor in front of you or to the side of where you're sitting and just leans his head or body against your legs. (Don't be shy, play with his hair. >:3)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man is the most organised neat freak. Like, to the point it can get a bit tedious. He likes things to be in order and the way he likes it. However, he would be open to compromises. That being said, though, he would be totally fine with having most of the cleaning responsibilities. Like, as long as you’re not leaving him to clean up your stuff, and pick up after yourself, he doesn't expect you to go through and deep clean regularly. This doesn't mean your house is totally spotless tho. As for cooking, I feel like that would be more your responsibility- since all he can really do is bake LMAO. He can make like- bacon- I guess. He's not totally useless, but get him to make anything like stew or smth, he's gonna require a LOT of help.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he was the one breaking up with you, he would be very quiet leading up to it. Like, you would probably know because he's just- stopped wanting to be around you. Making excuses, being really mopey around you, and generally just not engaging with things that involve you. It's not like he's trying to be a dick or anything, he's just really worried about how you’re gonna take it. I feel like the reason he wants to break up isn't generally anything bad, he would have just lost feelings. Or felt as if it would just benefit the both of you if you were just friends. He doesn’t want to hurt you and is scared of you not wanting to be around him again. As for if you broke up with him, and how he would take it? PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT BREAK UP WITH HIM OVER TEXT. Zane, the soggy wet cat that he is, will internalize this SO BAD. one-way ticket to Spiral City, ‘What did I do.’ ‘why couldn't I be better’ such and such. Obviously, this would still happen if you broke up with him in person, but at least he can have the immediate distraction of the outdoors or whatever environment you’re in. The first thing he does. Text. Aphmau. Or hell, maybe Garroth depending on the point of timeline. He will cry. Mans will sit and stew in his room just, laid in bed for however long he feels. Will only come out for food and water.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Well, this is a tricky one. Theoretically, yes. He would wanna get married, he's always liked the idea of that ‘picture perfect’ life, especially with you. But I guess it's just the actual act that would put him on edge. Not to mention the planning! It would stress him out so badly. God forbid the proposal too! He can barely plan a surprise birthday party, let alone a romantic moment that the two of you will look back on and treasure forever??? That being said, if somehow everything does go to plan, without Zane passing out or dying from cardiac arrest, I don't think it would change much for the two of you. Yes, you’re together by law now, but you were already living together before this, you were already settled before this. Honestly? I feel like he would be set with just staying engaged for the rest of your life. By this point, he knows you’ll never leave him. And god knows that he would never even begin to fathom a life without you in it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gosh, Zane would be so conscious of being too overbearing with you. So he is very gentle physically. If you have long hair, and you ask him to tie it up for you, he would be so careful with it. Apologising if your hair gets tangled on his fingers, barely even pulls the hair tie in case it would hurt you. While you’re cuddling, he holds you fairly loose too, just in case you want to pull away. Or if you felt uncomfortable. Bro, it would be like a year into your relationship and he would still have such shaky hands and soft touches cause he's so nervous around you. I also hc that his hands are like, constantly cold. No amount of warmth can do this man good, so it's common that he pulls his hands away very quickly if you were to flinch from the cold. (like man, it would be the middle of summer and he would fr feel like he's been locked in a freezer for the majority of his life) Emotionally? Well, he tries, he really tries to be open for you. And he is, you can talk to him any time you want! He would never get bored of hearing your voice, it's just. He's always going to be blunt. And he's never gonna be able to know the right things to say in any given situation, so please be patient with him. (AHJDBAWHJK WAIT MF you: ‘…do you think I'm ugly??’ Zane: ‘uh… sometimes. I guess? why?’)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are awkward in the beginning. Like, he's such a touch-starved dude he doesn’t know what to do when someone hugs him. Let alone someone he likes a lot. God forbid it’s in a context in which you need comfort too, it would be so awkward. It’s also awkward because he doesn’t know how to ask for them. In theory, he wants to touch you all of the time. Like, he wants to hug you and be near you every second of the day, so he just doesn't wanna come off weird for wanting to hug you all the time. After a while, you both develop your own non-verbal mannerisms and ways of asking for physical affection, so it does get better. But still, if he had the choice of being close to you forever he would accept that so fast.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He probably says it very fast into the relationship, but like, it would be a heat of the moment sort of thing. Probably when you first start dating, it's a very flustered, very rushed ‘ILOVEYOU-’. But then wouldn't really say it after that. He already feels as if it’s something he shouldn't have said at the time, so he's not gonna risk saying it again not until at least a month or two into your relationship, or you begin saying it too. Once it becomes a normalised thing, he says it quite often. You’re the best thing that's ever happened to him, he wants you to know that! Even if that includes random moments of him pouring his heart out to you. Bro, it would be so dead silent, you could be doing something like housework and he would just spawn out of nowhere and be like ‘I really, really love you. You better know that!’

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ooohhh, he gets jelly. Very easy. Usually only over small things tho, and it's not entirely a big deal. But please don't just brush him off, poor baby just wants to make sure you’re not gonna leave him. He was in the shadow of pretty much everyone he's ever met: his brothers, his classmates, his friends. God, can you even blame him for being a little bit nervous about that? That being said, it's usually pretty easy to know when he's jealous. He gets very huffy and blushy and quiet, glaring at whatever’s making him jelly. Give him a few words of reassurance, hold his hands and give him eye contact while doing so and he’s a pile of mush lmao. However, there can be times that you can't tell that you’ve done something wrong, or well, what you have done wrong. If something makes him genuinely jealous, and makes him upset. He will wait until you’re in a more private setting before he explains, first of all, because he respects that that sort of stuff shouldn't be done in public. And secondly, because he just doesn't know how to phrase things, and probably feels as if he doesn't have the right to be feeling like that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You guys don’t have your first kiss until like, 4-5 months into your relationship. Depending on how close you are before you get together that is. It's possible you’d already had it before you started dating, but still. This is mainly because of the fact he wears the mask, which kinda obstructs things. But I feel like your first kiss would be so sweet, maybe during a moment where you’re comforting him. Specifically about his looks, he's sat telling you his insecurities and you persuade him to take his mask off. Cradling his cheeks and looking over his features, he gets a little flustered, so he begins to pull his mask up out of instinct but suddenly your lips are on his. He. Would. MELT. PILE OF GOOP. Putty in your hands. Probably goes really quiet for a while and you worry you made him uncomfy, and suddenly, after like 10-15 minutes, he asks if it would be ok if he kissed you again. >:3 He also likes to give you forehead and cheek kisses. Easiest to give through the mask. As for where he likes to be kissed, cheek, temple, lips. He's not entirely picky. Will get really flustered if you kiss his neck/jawline tho. Even if it’s in a completely innocent way, he just gets really red.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

You are not having kids. It's not like he doesn't like children, well- he doesn't but it’s more the anxiety that he gets around them if anything. Always feels like he’ll do something wrong and it would have lasting effects. Man worries too much, but at least you would know that if you did happen to have kids he would wanna be involved 24/7. He would technically be a good dad, but he would probably end up being a helicopter parent, especially if something was to happen to you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Zane would either be the type to be up at 7 am sharp even on weekends. I feel like he’d be the type of person to loathe mornings too, so it would be pretty funny if he was an early riser.

‘ ‘Hey, baby.’ you coo as you walk into the kitchen in the morning, seeing your beloved boyfriend resting his forearms against the windowsill, watching those who walked past. ‘Whatcha doin’?’ You ask, curiously, walking up beside him to find the scowl etched onto his face, ‘..judging..’ ’ He gets out of bed carefully in the morning so as not to wake you, slowly making his way out of your shared room and down the stairs. He probably just sits and watches TV in the living room for a while until you wake up. Though, if you didn't work at home, he would get things ready for you. Like, make you a drink, make sure your clothes are out of the wash, would want to make your food but he probably leaves that to you. His service stops at breakfast in bed (most days).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Being a night owl, Zane’s the most ‘active’ at night. 7 pm to 12 am is the best time frame for him socially and creatively. Granted he's not the most creative person, but I imagine he does like writing and doodling every once in a while. Nights are pretty unpredictable when it comes to him, sometimes he's busy at work getting things done, or busy with some project that he's working on. But then, there are nights when all he wants to do is snuggle with you on the couch and just watch TV. Or even just spend some type of time with you. 2 am baking is a common occurrence too. A big mess to clean up in the morning too. Usually consists of you and Zane, sleep-deprived and laughing as you try and bake something together. Music is on in the background as you’re busy at work. 9/10 ends up with you both covered in various powders and ingredients due to you both getting too competitive in your ‘competitions’. However, that 1/10 is usually that sweet type of baking, tiredly clinging to each other as you follow some recipe that KC sent you either that morning or sometime a week ago. Soft kisses shared while you wait for things to mix and kjbkjbfsd I love baking oneshot ideas...

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's not a very open person, we know this. Only starts telling you really deep things once he knows he can trust you, which takes a long time, mind you. By this I mean like; his insecurities, how he’s been treated during his life, and his feelings. And when he does start talking to you about this, it comes out like a fucking waterfall. Especially if he's ranting after a high-stress situation. God, this poor guy, probably starts crying and beating himself up about it because he's embarrassed and feels like he's making a fool of himself in front of you. Ends with him in your arms, from an angry peak to a very sad low. There are situations like this every now and again with him, with the way he bottles pretty much everything, day in, day out it's hard not to. Everybody needs some kind of release every once in a while.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets grumpy easily, but that's it really. He never really gets ‘angry’ with you, and you guys never really argue, not really. Maybe silly disagreements here and there, but if you’re actually the one for him I feel like he would value you most because you can agree on almost everything. That being said, he is Zane Ro’meave, an easily irritated guy. Plus the fact he annoys people for the fuck of it and lacks the skill the care about who he upsets. If you do something that actually pisses him off you’ll know about it eventually. Similarly to how he gets when he's jealous, he just gets kinda quiet for a while, before giving himself to recollect his thoughts before sitting down and speaking about it with you. Working out solutions and ways to avoid it in the future. Do expect to be glared at a lot too, this man has the perfect stink eye, and will not be afraid to throw it at you if you’re being annoying. (though he doesn’t really care lmao, as long as you’re comfortable and having fun it's usually not a problem.)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He knows absolutely everything. Mainly because he will just sit there and listen to you rant, just like you would do for him. Like, at first you would be ranting, and he would be doing something. Like scrolling on his phone, or reading. And you would get mumbly and stop because you didn’t want to get annoying and were afraid of him getting irritated. Bro fr looks up from whatever he is doing and raises his brow. If you don’t continue, he will prompt you to. ‘I'm still listening,’ ‘continue,’ ‘and then what happened?’. Would probably be able to recite the whole thing back to you. Along with this, he remembers the other small things too, whether it's something you told him about yourself, or something somebody else told him about you. Like, your favourite drink, your favourite movie, hell, he would totally try and get into your special interest and learn certain things about it if he heard how much it means to you cause he wants you to feel heard and loved. :3

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

If you were to ask him, he'd probably say he couldn’t tell you, that he didn’t really know. But honestly? His favourite is probably from near to when you first started living together, not everything was in its right spot as of yet, and things were still unfamiliar. One night, there was a huge storm outside, thunder, lightning, wind, you name it. Just when you thought it couldn't get much worse, the power had been cut out due to it too, so no wifi, no TV, and most importantly, no light. The power cut out just as the sun began to set too, and wouldn't be fixed till late morning. Zane, being the guy that he was, didn't really care too much about the cut. Sure, it was inconvenient but it wasn’t a huge bother to him. But he noticed how on edge you seemed. How tense you were. And so, he asked you about it, and upon learning about your feelings towards storms, plus the added stress of lack of lights and distractions, he took it upon himself to ‘protect’ you. And so, for the rest of the night, you two poked around in unpacked boxes, looking for torches, games, anything you could use to pass the time. Though, through everything, it ends with the two of you cuddled under a blanket fort you made out of boxes, blankets (obv) and various other bits of furniture. Zane's arms wrapped around you, keeping you secure as the two of you either slipped into sleep or waited for the sun to rise once again.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

As I said before, very nervous about being too overprotective, he doesn't wanna seem controlling, cause he's heard that that’s a bad thing to be. Would barely even touch you for the first few weeks of your dating, cause he didn't want to make you uncomfy. It's the same reason he doesn’t like PDA, along with the fact it makes him uneasy. But, that doesn't mean he won't protect you. Like, if someone were to start being rude to you, he would be on the front lines. Verbally, of course. If it was one of the main group, and they had said something that had upset you. He would 100% chew them out for it, in public too. He does NOT fear confrontation. As for you with him, he would not like for you to do that. If somebody upsets him, he can and will stand up for himself and he wants you to be able to understand that. (But if someones talking behind his back and he wasn't there…. well.) I feel like the ‘protection’ that he would want from you, is to just be a safe haven for him. Someone he can talk to, be himself with and have no worries that you would tell anyone. It seems silly, but he would literally love you forever.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

NAWH HE WOULD TRY SO HARRRDD. One of the first dates you go on would probably be a really fancy thing, like a restaurant. BUT IT WOULD BE SO AWKWARD. The reason he invited you to that dinner is because that's what he thought you expected him to do, and obviously he has connections with money considering his family. But after that, he would probably talk to you about it, and upon learning that also wasn’t your setting, you would move on to more comfortable places. Like the movies! Or the arcade! As for gifts, and anniversaries, he would panic SO BAD. Your first anniversary, he had Aphmau and Aaron guiding him through it. Like, ‘What should I do?’, ‘Where should we go??’, ‘What do I get them???’. He just wants it to be perfect for you like you would do for him. Safe to say the key thing with him is communicating, no surprise dates. That would make him so uncomfy. OH, AND HE WOULD HELP YOU WITH TASKS TOO. Like, if he saw that you were stressing he would fr sit you down and be like, ‘ok, listen. This is stressing you out. What can I do to help you.’ would 100% do the silliest task you set for him as long as it makes you feel better </3

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He probably finds it really funny to annoy you. Like, most of the time it's harmless, but sometimes it gets to a point where you feel as if he’s just making fun of you. Which isn't his intention! And you know this, in the grand scheme of things. He just gets carried away, seeing you frustrated is cute and funny to him. It's also probably his way of flirting lmao. Bro will find pay so much close attention to you, find the ways that you tick and the small things that piss you off and push every fucking button he can LMAO. Can and has ended up with you being like ‘Dude, seriously? Cut it out.’. It would take him a while to fully apologise, especially at the beginning of your relationship. Back then he probably wouldn't even say it to your face, would send you a genuine text paragraph saying he was sorry and then act like it never happened. When you’re more comfortable with each other he will say he's sorry, but subtly. He does mean it, he just gets really awkward about it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

This dude. For a man who wants people to think he is tough, mysterious and intimidating, he dresses like an E-boy and covers 75% of his face simply because he doesn’t like how he looks. And he feels like people would think less of him because of it. It takes him a long time to feel comfortable enough to be completely maskless around you. He’s not as bothered with his eye as he is with his freckles, so that’s probably the thing you see first. To help with this, complement him. Complements are his weakness. Just a simple ‘you’re so pretty’ would have him REELING. (Bro has the biggest praise kink)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh absolutely, this dude can barely sleep in a bed without you in it. Once he's gotten a taste of the love you gave him, he feels like he wouldn't be able to go on without it. This might be the angst-craving side of me talking, but imagine a world where you’re suddenly taken from him. Little to no warning. Whether you die, you go missing or whatever, the absolute disdain that he would feel. Would feel lost for so long if you remained gone, barely talked, barely went out, and probably moved out of your shared house and back in with Garroth for a while. He just doesn't know what to do with himself. Depending on how far into the relationship you are when this happens, idk if he would get with anyone again. If it was rather early, he would more than likely move on eventually. It would take a while but he would, for you. But if you were like, committed? Engaged and everything, there's no way. You were the one for him, and he would just not be happy with anyone else. Cause it wouldn't be you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He's a very sleepy drunk and a lightweight. This man didn't have his first drink till like, his late twenties. And even then I don't think he would ever make a habit out of drinking, maybe a few at gatherings, doesn't really like to go out to an alcohol-centric setting (like a bar or anything). Plus the fact it's hard to drink through a mask so most of the time at these gatherings he was the designated driver. So if he ever does get drunk around you, (one of the rare times) expect to be fallen asleep on, and helping him to the car. Also a cuddly drunk. But only with like, you and Aph. Maybe Garroth depending on how far gone he is. Will just sit there silently, either with you on his lap or sitting to the side of you, arms around your waist and head on your shoulder / in your neck, sound asleep.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who won't / isn't able to communicate with him. Communication is key with Zane, after being pushed around and forced into awkward and unwelcoming environments for the vast majority of his life he just wants to be with someone who will listen to his point of view and not judge him for basically existing. He also wants to be with someone who can tell him when he's doing something they don’t like. He’s not good at reading between the lines, and will just continue doing something if you don’t tell him. He would also need you to tell him when he does something you do like as well. He wants to know what he can do as well as can't do. And he expects all the same from you too. He understands communication can be difficult for some people, but to be his partner you’ll need to have the ability to set boundaries, and clear ones at that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Bro pulls all-nighters like he doesn't need sleep to survive. And then he complains that he's tired all the time. Will say something like ‘I've got such bad eyebags’ and then argue the toss when it comes to you telling him to sleep more. Though not to be cliche, he does sleep better when you’re laid with him. It's just the grounding feeling of your weight against him, and the sound of your soft breaths. And the fact he physically can't move by law. Lmao, you have to coax him to actually go to bed though, like a toddler. He’ll be so tired, eyelids drooping and falling asleep on the couch or at a desk and he will fr be like ‘Noooo, I don't wanna’. And then as soon as he lays down he is out like a fucking light.

oh, hey!!

ty for reading!! :3

#cricket_hole #headcannons #sfw alphabet #fluff #wholesome #hurt/comfort #angst #zane ro'meave #zane mystreet #mystreet #mystreet headcanons #zane ro'meave x reader #zane x reader #this is the most sickly thing ive ever wrote #/pos #god this took fuckign yoinks tho #you better eat up

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nian-7 · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could write dazai and extra characters of your choice with an s/o who’s special ability is to turn into a ferret also I hope your doing well when your reading this have a great day/night :D

this is super adorable, anon!! please enjoy :]

Dazai, Poe x gn!reader

✧s/o with the ability to turn into a ferret

✧fluff, tad bit of hurt comfort in poe's part

-Dazai knew before you even mentioned it to him. He once had picked you up in your ferret form and nullified your ability. How had he known it was you? You have no clue whatsoever.

-He doesn't mind, he thinks it's a fun ability. He always enjoys when you decide to use it. He treats you carefully, as if he may break you when you are a ferret. He'll carry you around everywhere until you turn back.

-He sneaks you into the agency with him and hides you in his jacket pockets. He thinks it's fun to just sneak you along but, he'll always leave you behind if he has some sort of job he has to go on. He wouldn't want you getting hurt!

-Poe thinks it's absolutely adorable that you can turn into a ferret! He's already got a little bit of a thing for fluffy animals (Karl) and he thinks your ability is super cute!

-He genuinely will sometimes forget that you can go back and forth between a human and a ferret to the point where it scares him sometimes when he turns back around and you've turned back into a human.

-At times, if you feel that you ability is useless or just bad, Poe will be right there to reassure you that not all abilities have to be suited for something. Yours is just a bit different than others and that's okay!

-He really does enjoy watching you play with Karl when you're a ferret. He finds it adorable and honestly is glad Karl can have some 'animal' interaction even if you aren't technically an animal. (He does tend to step in if he thinks you'll get 'hurt' but, he really just babys you a little bit when you're a ferret)

-I swear he probably bought you, him, and Karl matching sweaters to wear because he thought they were really cute. He bought two for you, a ferret one and a human one.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#x reader #fluff #nian-anon #gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #poe x reader #edgar allan poe x reader

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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i'm so sleepy but i decided to finish this <3 i've had insomnia the past couple of months, and while finally i'm slowly starting to feel a little better i got the idea for this in like may on probably the worst night of it. not very good, just some comfort noms 'cause who doesn't love those? :D

and though it's no improvement

wc: 1988

cw: vore (sfw, nsx), half-willing prey, swearing, mention of depression, mention/description of gore (very brief)

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Nobody could sleep.

Tommy wasn’t talking for Tubbo, or Ranboo, or Dream (Although with the imprisonment of the guy he couldn’t be positive on that one), or anyone else.

He, Tommy, couldn’t sleep, and he wanted to make sure he felt like everyone was sharing his problem.

A consistent two nights of tossing and turning, throwing his blanket off of him when his skin pulsed uncomfortably with the warmth, and pulling it back on when the night grew too windy, and crying into his pillow with a dry-wet throat over the fact that his eyes felt so heavy but he couldn’t drift off. He counted the animals that passed by his window, stared at his ceiling, like maybe he’d wake up in a tent with a tedious headspace and a hyper ghost there to talk to him about his latest story with a particular blue sheep. But everything in his fantasy is gone.

Logstedshire has been blown up, his tent has been abandoned, and Ghostbur has been sent back to Limbo. Everything good in his life always leaves him. It was only a matter of time before the days he called useless and the time he called torturesome were brought to and end, and it hurt him to think the last ounce of happiness from his was when he was with Technoblade, the traitor he thought to be a friend, or when he was running around with a Mexican and female edition of his mentor-slash-torturer that he was half convinced were hallucinations. Those were gone, Technoblade was thousands of blocks away, Ran-bitch is taking over his Tubbo, and even with Dream in prison, Tommy’s life was awful, and flavourless.

It’s been lately that he realised it’s because of him; had he not kept his secret stash, had he not pulled out his axe so eagerly, or had he kept a better eye on his only remaining remnant of Ghostbur, he’d still be clinging onto his happiness.

Not like exile was a particularly reminiscent-worthy time.

Or, rather, was it? It had been the only time that he’d ever gotten the chance to feel productive, like he was doing something. He’d claimed he’d been lonely but he was surrounded by people—although in the moment he’d been shadowed by anger of being pitied that perhaps it felt lonely. He had been free, and had gotten a taste of letting himself choose, and had let himself bask in the piss-poor feeling of not being the crowd favourite any longer. For some reason, that felt pure now, a feeling that he had never experienced before that made him delusional, yet delusionally thrilled.. Dream wasn’t there to dictate him, he was just there to reset him, which got the cogs moving in Tommy’s brain if he was thinking about it, because how else was he to convince himself a secret stash was a good idea if not because someone kept resetting his progress?

Tommy tosses again, half of his blanket crumpled at his bed. He tosses onto his back and the blanket slides off. He sighs, then grumbles. The night is unusually cold, but it’s also unusually warm. It’s not right though. His head feels like it’s splitting. A million thoughts race through his train of thought, never condoning his slumber—no matter his pathetic desire for it.

Before he lets the lights behind his eyes grow any longer as his body goes numb but his thoughts keep busy, he opens his eyes and sits up. His hands grab anxiously over the side of his bed, grabbing the clay cup floating in an iron bucket of water. He drags it in the water and takes an eager sip of it, the room-temperature water sliding down his throat. As he swallows, it stings, but it feels better.

Carelessly, Tommy tosses the cup back into the bucket and shifts out of bed, shoving his blanket back onto his bed before walking around to the front door. He can barely call it that anymore, but he needs one for it to be home. Otherwise he wouldn’t be beating the raccoon allegations.

He pulls the crooked and whiny thing open and steps out. The night air is like a slap to his face, but it felt nice.

Tommy steps out and shuts the door behind him, then faces the quiet world. To his right, the bench is left untouched with the newest version of the jukebox set slightly off. He considered listening to one of them, but it didn’t feel right. There was no occasion for it, no conclusion to celebrate. Because Tommy liked happy endings, and Wilbur didn’t feel like one.

“Still can’t sleep, huh?” Tommy jumps, his skin crawling at the sound of the loud and gravelly voice. Speak of the devil. Abruptly, the nice air turned into a cloud of disappointment that reeked of cigarette smoke.

“What?” Tommy asks, turning around to source the giant—who he realised very quickly was sitting on the hill behind his home, legs crossed and looking down at him. His glasses give off an eerie red glare that makes him shiver. Tommy’s eyes widened. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Enjoying the fresh air! Do you know how long it’s been since I saw the night, Tommy?”

Tommy scoffs. “Do you have to do it on top of my house, though? Rather disruptive, don’t you think?” he bargains, eyes narrowed. He slips his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him to run.

“I don’t recall having a house, I think that blew up. Or—rather, have you seen much of Pogtopia?”

He tenses at the name. “It’s been abandoned since the last time we were there, I don’t fucking give a shit about that place, it messed you up.”

“Aw, Tommy, you think so?”

“I know so, man. You were n—” Tommy pauses. “Stop fucking talking to me! I’m not here to talk about your mental health. I just want to sleep. But I can’t because you’re fucking alive!”

“Ouch,” Wilbur murmurs. “I thought you wanted me back?”

Tommy flinches at the words. “I didn’t want shit, don’t put words in my fucking mouth,” he spits out, looking off into the distance for a moment, before settling back on the revivee.

Wilbur throws his hands up gently in defeat, a god-awful smile peeking through the torch-lit property.

Somewhere in the distance, through the silence grown taut, is the growl of a nearby zombie. Not as near as the one sitting on his fucking roof.

“That’s my house you’re sitting on,” he points out.

Wilbur huffs, like it was a joke. “I thought so.”

Tommy wrinkles his face. What a fucking asshole to be here, unannounced, basically stalking him. Tommy sighs, ‘Prime’ coming out in a gravelly whine from his throat. He wants to say something, he really does, but Wilbur beats him to it before he can shuffle his thoughts into something appropriate for their situation.

“You’re having trouble sleeping, aren’t you?” Wilbur accuses. Tommy doesn’t have it in him to pick a fight, so tentatively, he nods.

“That’s kind of why I’m out here,” he mumbles.

Tommy can practically feel Wilbur’s urge to ask him The Question seeping off of his roof and pooling around his feet—so much that he shudders at it. Wilbur wouldn’t, he knows Tommy’s hesitance with him now. Things weren’t like L’manburg anymore, they haven’t been for a long while.

“Can I help with that?”

There it was.

“No.” Simple. Tommy’s hands are shaking. Wilbur stares at Tommy so intensely, so attentive to his little brother, if they could be considered that anymore. The giant’s hands twitch, Tommy notices through his peripheral vision.

“Not even as a brotherly welcome-back gift, Tommy?” Wilbur asks, almost pouting. Infuriating.

Tommy, though, does consider it. The feeling of being embraced by Wilbur all around. If he was lucky, such a cold soul would follow down to a cold gut. He smirks at the thought. Still, he persists with a decline: “No, Wilbur.”

The next moment goes by in a blur; he’s standing on the grass near his house, then a second later his vision is obscured and gravity shifts as something grabs him, gently but secure, and Tommy’s left squirming in what he recognized as Wilbur’s grasp. He kicks aimlessly at Wilbur’s domed fingers, grumbling at the entrapment.

When torch-light comes back to view, he’s met with Wilbur’s face. He rolls his eyes at it, looking away. Or, the best he can when there’s a giant mouth and a willing predator who’s captured his prey.

“It’s been thirteen years, I’ve felt empty. So fucking empty, Tommy. Haven’t you just felt useless without my embrace?”

Tommy snickers. “No, Wil. I haven’t felt useless, I’ve been productive out from under your wing. I felt free for the first time in years.”

A low grumble comes from Wilbur’s throat, something of a purr, less graceful than it had in L’manburg, but still almost lulling. If not for the suffocating stench of smoke, he might’ve folded.

Tommy’s pulled a little further from Wilbur’s face, who stares at him, long and hard, long and sad. Tommy still feels free at this moment, like he can do what he wants to do.

And…he doesn’t want to sit in a stomach with the same humidity as out here, in arguably worse conditions considering the absence of a nightly breeze. But, Wilbur was back, and there was always some part of him that has vouched to never say no to Wilbur. So, he shrinks a little in defeat. “Fine, dickhead. I don’t say no to you, blah blah, fucking eat me if you have to.”

Wilbur seemed satisfied enough to whisper a small thank you before pulling Tommy back to his face, parting his lips and letting Tommy do his own thing. Pleased with the effort, Tommy stood up and placed a tentative lip to Wilbur’s blood-stained and scarred lips, climbing over them and his bottom row of teeth, almost tumbling over when he loses his balance. He stumbles, catching himself on Wilbur’s instinctual tongue, which flicks up slightly to offer its support. He stands on the edge of Wilbur’s gums before clambering onto his tongue, padding along the uneven surface before sitting in the middle with practised ease.

Wilbur’s turn.

At Tommy’s still form, Wilbur tilts Tommy slowly to the side of his mouth. Tommy shifts carefully to sit on his molars as Wilbur licks at him, coating him in a generous layer of saliva for an easy trip. The feeling used to be so alien to him, then it was once normal, and now, he hates to say it was nostalgic. Part of him was waiting for Wilbur’s lips to part and for light to flood in from the morning, trees fluttering in the wind and the Camarvan somewhere in the distance as the two of them treated each other to a picnic for the early days of their Nation’s upbringing.

When Wilbur’s lips part, it’s dark. He can see the bench, vaguely, and the stupid fucking duck that sat in the middle of the server with trident pools decorating the rest. He pats at Wilbur’s frozen tongue, letting him know he’s okay. Satisfied, Wilbur’s maw becomes pitch black again and he goes off of muscle memory for the next chain of events.

He’s brought over to the edge of Wilbur’s mouth, half-dangling over throat, and suddenly, Wilbur swallows and he’s sent down a squeezing tight tunnel along with a pool of saliva. He travels down, the disruptive beating of Wilbr’s heart distracting him enough for him to barely register his final destination.

Tommy lands with a squish, the surface under him having shifted from teeth to gut in a few half-predicted seconds. The blond sighs at the intense heat that follows in Wilbur’s gut. It was fine, he could suck it up for a few hours.

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#mw #brickfic #tw vore #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #g!wilbur #giant!wilbur #mmgmmfmdfhdf i love them sm <333 #this feels like my old fics ahg the rushed ending with the witty last sentence !! dfjvjdsf those will haunt me but i love 'em<3

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padfootastic · 1 year

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hi! i've no idea how i came to your page but i realised i'd read two of your one-shots in ao3 before and had adored them (you'll probably get comments from me in future, btw) and i just wanted to say thank you for your writing and thank you for your prongsfoot<3

i've been very critical of this sort of new, cool and aloof and martyred version of remus lupin for quite a while now (honestly, where did all those traits come from?!) and gosh, you're so eloquent when talking about him!!!

i was wondering what your thoughts were on regulus black? because i think he's getting the same sort of royalty treatment as remus does by making him sort of-- er, perfect? i mean. i've seen so much recently of him basically saving the world single-handedly and i-- ugh. and james is always just there, like a useless idiot? it makes me irrationally angry, and this is coming from someone who enjoys jegulus quite a bit. my problem is that i don't know if this rejection i feel against those two comes from a place of genuine dislike of them or from a place of wishing sirius and james were not done so dirty.

anyway, again, thank you for your writing. it's truly beautiful. hope you have a great day!

omg hello 🥺 i’ve periodically opened tumblr, giggling like a loon, and logging off multiple times just to see this ask,,,,thank u sm , ur way too kind <3 and ur comment on ao3!!! i was just,,,,yeah,,,no words. thank u.

ooooooh i remember being asked something similar a while ago and i took the safe route and basically went ‘remus lupin-ification of regulus’ iirc. that still stands. but but. i’ve also got another answer here! all hail tumblr’s search system today!

i still basically stand by all of it, but adding onto the jegulus + sirius bits of it:

annoys tf outta me when regulus is turned into a victim and like sirius damned him to hell when he left . i have thoughts about the way both of them were treated (which,,,another time,,,this post is already getting too long lol) but i imagine the day sirius left to be a Good One for reg bc he thinks he’ll have his parents undivided attention now. i also think regulus is severely defanged in a lot of characterisations, as if he wasn’t a baby DE, as if he wasn’t a slytherin from the house of black, as if he wasn’t walmart sirius black. like man i’m almost offended on his behalf. i’m sure his shaking his lil fist up at us from wherever he is.

with jegulus…okay, i’ve only read a couple oneshots but that doesn’t mean i haven’t tried. i genuinely went thru so many fics trying to get something, anything to stick and i think the problem is me. fully. completely. without doubt. i just can’t deal with a situation where j&s aren’t each others no.1, or at the very least, equivalent to that. that’s where my issues w wolfstar started, same w this. jegulus also has the added horror of ‘james and reg sneaking behind sirius’ back’ which is just,,,,gosh,,,,i have So Many Thoughts ab that. all personal opinions, but still. they’re strong. it fucks me up just thinking about it. i also think the ship tries wayyyy too hard to fit the ‘best friend’s brother’ trope and ends up sacrificing characterisation for it. which,,,again,,,that’s fine but it’s all the ‘oh this is how it was!’ that gets to me. and then james :/// he gives off such weird energy lol. jegulus gives me drarry vibes, and james is treated almost exactly as harry is in a lot of those. reg also gets the saviour treatment, like draco, and both of their fuckery is toned down until they’re almost normal, like they never did any reprehensible shit. j&r, and d&h are placed on the same moral equivalence and it’s just a bit. hmm. okay. (my issue with this is how it leaks into the writing and suddenly i’m made to sympathise with draco bc harry slashed him w sectumsempra, but we conveniently forget he was gonna use an unforgivable, ykno?) so overall it just feels…pushing reg up and pulling james down to get them on equal footing. very similar to wolfstar lbr.

anyway. that’s a ramble and a half lmao.

also!! ‘a place of genuine dislike of them or from a place of wishing sirius and james were not done so dirty’ in my mind, both of these occupy a similar plane of existence. so very valid. for me, personally, hating remrem started as the latter and i eventually realised it’s also the former lol i was just mad a how sirius is bastardised to justify his ~deification and it eventually moved on to ‘wow i just. do not like him’. damn.

#anti jegulus #jegulus hate #tagging those just to be safe lol #also #haha love it that my hatred of remus is A Proper Thing now #it’s a knife being honed for years #and now i am Attacking #i’m so fed up lmaooo #it doesn’t help i keep being enabled on here 💀#i’ve disliked him for years. but quietly. bc i thought it was just me #and now i’m here and can’t keep shut 😭#it’s a problem lol #it’s also funny bc when i started using tumblr a year ago #i was…so careful #mincing my words and being all apologetic and shit #bc i was like. i don’t wanna step on any toes #‘i don’t want unwanted discourse’#and now look at me #i think it’s mainly also bc i’ve managed to cultivate a niche. where all my anons r wonderful and mutuals r a+.#so i’m insulated from the outside drama #best way to live really #anyway. enough rambling.#obligatory disclaimer: i don’t care if someone is OOC. i just want to it to be indicated to in some capacity so i can choose s’all #that being said: my fav reg characterisation? him as a little loser #it’s the absolute best #he’s so ripe for it #bc he screams disgruntled younger sibling to me tbh #once again!!! thank u sm for being so lovely💜💜#ppb #pen’s asks

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deanstead · 2 years

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There Will Be Peace (1): Monsters Are Real

Chapter 1: Monsters Are Real

Chapter Summary: While running for her life, Y/N runs into two brothers who try to help.

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: minor oc death, canon typical mentions of demon possession, passing out

Square Filled: Supernatural Elements for #resa.3kfiesta

A/N: Alright, here's the start! Fair warning that I will probably take forever to complete this series because I've been playing with this idea since like last year. But let me know what you guys think maybe? Also, since I'm doing the bingo event... I thought it'll be a good time for me to fill a square lol. I've missed writing for Dean. Series taglist is open for anyone interested!

SERIES MASTERLIST || DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST

Chapter 2

You ducked behind a tree, panting and looking around. Your hands were shaking even as your fingers closed around the holster of the gun you were holding.

Just a few months ago, you were just a normal family, with normal problems. You’d fought about stupid mundane things and in the space of one night, your life had shattered before your very eyes.

Monsters were real.

Those three words had resounded in your mind as you took off into the night with your sister, leaving your parents lying in a pool of their own blood, their eyes open and lifeless as your own little brother stood above them, his eyes black as charcoal.

You should have known something was wrong. Your brother had been weird for weeks, you’d just thought it was nothing, that he’d been in one of his fantasy play-pretends and you’d gone along with it. But it hadn’t been nothing.

“We’re only alive because you made it through the police academy.” Leah had repeatedly reminded you over the past few months, as the both of had tried to pick up the pieces but you knew it was useless, at least for you. You’d tried to get the both of you back into as normal a life as you could but it was like the attack had set a homing beam on the both of you, you’d run into supernatural creatures almost everywhere you’d turned.

Just like that, you and Leah had found yourselves stuck in a world that you’d never even known existed - full of spirits, monsters, creatures that had only existed in fantasy novels before that night. So you’d adapted and tried to learn as much as you could - about demons, possession, creatures in the dark, while you tried to piece together what had happened that night, that night that changed your life forever.

Now, three months later the demon had caught up to you and Leah, almost like it was playing a game of cat and mouse with you.

“Heard you were looking for me?” It sounded like your baby brother but it wasn’t. Not those charcoal black eyes or the curl of his lips. It wasn’t him.

You’d lost Leah in the mayhem and you sat panting, pressing your back against the tree trunk.

“Leah!” You hissed into the dark forest where the both of you had ended up, the demon hot on your heels.

You could feel the fear seep into your bones. You weren’t sure if you were more afraid for yourself or for Leah. Maybe both.

You climbed to your feet, taking a deep breath before you felt someone grab you.

You struggled, only making out the figure of a man standing in front of you. You could feel his large calloused hands on your skin as he put a hand over your mouth, his other hand looped around your back.

“We’re here to help, okay?” He whispered.

You blinked back at his green eyes and nodded as he quietly let you go. “Listen, I’m Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We’re here to help, alright? Are you alone?”

In any other situation, you might have noticed how gently he spoke, or how kind his eyes looked but you shook your head, almost feeling tears pooling in your eyes. “My sister…”

He exchanged a glance with the man he's introduced as Sam and nodded. “Alright, I want you to stay here…”

“Dean.” Sam interrupted, throwing his brother a look. “We’re in the middle of a forest.”

Dean nodded. “Right. Stay close, alright?”

You moved through the forest now. Dean and Sam looked like they knew what they were doing as you followed them now, which made you feel a little more confident. You just needed to find Leah. If you could find Leah, everything would be okay.

“Wait.”

You could feel the blood run cold in your veins. “No…”

You saw her now, lying in the middle of a small clearing, bathed in the moonlight. “Weren’t you looking for me?”

Your brother’s voice sent your blood curdling in your veins and you could feel the tears as you almost gasped for breath.

You watched almost in disbelief as Dean and Sam tucked their guns back into their pants. “What…” Were they a part of this whole thing all along?

Dean glanced back at you. “Guns aren’t going to work.” Almost as if he felt the need to explain to you what was going on, as Sam gawked at his brother like he couldn’t believe he was wasting time on this.

Sam pulled out a long knife, as did Dean.

“Now, now, boys. Play nice. You kill me, you kill poor little Seth.” The demon drawled.

Your heart gave a little twist. “Seth…”

Dean stepped forward, his knife held out in front of him like he hadn’t even heard anything the demon had said.

“My work here’s done. See you around kids.” He sneered before Seth’s head was thrown back and a gust of black smoke billowed out his mouth and up into the trees, Seth crumpling onto the floor, his body lifeless now.

You ran, shoving past Dean and Sam straight for your siblings.

“Leah!”

There was blood everywhere, across her mangled chest that looked like it had been clawed apart. “No, no… please… no…”

Leah’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at you.

“Leah, no…” You muttered, more to yourself than to her.

Leah grasped at your hand and smiled. “You live.” She whispered. “You don’t ever give up, you hear me?”

Tears were already blurring your vision. “You can’t… Leah, I only have you left. I can’t… Don’t…”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Those were the last words Leah ever said to you before the life left her body. You were shaking, but you turned to go to Seth when Dean held a hand to your shoulder and shook his head.

“But we didn’t…” You couldn’t understand it. The demon had definitely said that Seth would die if you killed it but you hadn’t killed it. None of you had.

Sam raised his head from where Seth lay. “I’m sorry.”

“No…” You lowered your head, feeling the grief overwhelm your body. You were literally all alone in this vast world. You had no one left in this world that had gotten ten times scarier than before.

“Hey, come on. We’ll help you.” Dean’s voice was in your ear.

They helped. Even though you didn’t know them, even though they didn’t even know your name, they carried your brother and sister to the outer edges of the clearing. You didn’t absorb everything Dean was telling you about what they called a hunter’s funeral, as they covered their bodies and lifted them onto a wooden platform they’d made.

You watched as they lit the fire, nodding to yourself as you talked to yourself in your head, turning everything over and over. But nothing was made clearer.

Dean glanced at you before he looked back at Sam. He wasn’t sure what it was about you that was tugging at his heartstrings but he couldn’t just leave you here.

“Hey, listen, is there anyone I can call?” Dean gently touched your arm.

You looked up at him, your eyes pooling with tears as you shook your head. “Everyone’s dead.” You whispered. “Seth… Leah… everyone…”

“Okay, okay, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You answered back, like a reflex.

Dean nodded, “Alright, Y/N. Let’s get you out of here first alright?” He moved to block the fire from your view now.

You looked up at him before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you slumped forward.

You woke to find yourself in a room and you sat up with a jerk.

“Woah, woah. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Dean held his hands out towards you.

“Dean…?”

Dean smiled a little and nodded.

“Where am I?” You asked.

Sam stood from where he was sitting in a corner of the room. “You passed out, probably from shock. It’d be hard to explain to the hospital staff what happened and we didn’t know where else to take you so you’re at our place.”

“You feeling okay?” Sam asked.

You shrugged. “Physically, yes. I didn’t get hurt.”

Dean and Sam helped you out of bed and showed you out of the room and into the hallway, leading you down into another room that resembled a library and meeting room smashed into one.

The brothers exchanged a look as you sat down and Sam cleared his throat. “I know you’ll have a lot of questions but before that you’re in our place so I’m sure you’ll understand if we have our own questions.”

You nodded absentmindedly.

You weren’t sure how long the three of you sat there, talking. You told them selective things about you, about what had happened, about Leah and about Seth. In turn, the Winchesters told you about the demon. They’d been tracking him for a while. All they really knew was that it was a demon called Corson and that he’d been doing this for a while. A demon.

You took this all in, your expression not changing.

“Why?” You asked.

Dean sighed and shrugged. “We don’t know either. There isn’t a clear pattern to anything this son of a bitch does. That’s why it’s so hard to track him.”

“So you guys are hunting him?” You asked, looking from Dean to Sam.

Sam nodded.

“I want in.”

Dean looked at you and looked like he was seriously considering it for a moment before he shook his head. “No, it’s too dangerous.”

You gave him a pointed look. “I’ve done dangerous.”

“That was barely the tip of the iceberg.” Dean snapped. “This will change you.”

“I’ve already changed. Everything has changed.” You answered, although your voice was low now and you didn’t look up at him. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“You can stay until the end of the week. But you have to find somewhere else to be.” Dean said, matter-of-factly before he walked out of the room, not even waiting for your response.

“Dean.” Sam caught up to his older brother. “You know, I can empathize with her.”

Dean looked up at Sam.

“Dean, come on. Look at what demons did to our family.”

Dean gave Sam a pointed look. “And look where that’s got us. A lifetime of hunting evil sons-of-bitches. We’ve died more times than I can count, and that’s not even to mention the people we’ve gotten killed.”

Dean bit the inside of his cheek as he paused.

“I’m not ruining her life. Or getting her killed.”

Sam sighed but knew it was useless arguing with Dean. He turned back in your direction, he could just see the slight sagging of your shoulders as you sat at the table and sighed again. He knew Dean was right, that it’d be safer if you stayed out of senseless revenge fighting.

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signanothername · 1 year

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Headcanon of how the Burn’s family are as patients:

Heatwave: -10/10 horrible patient, almost the reason Blades quit. Doesn’t let you treat him, doesn’t want to go through any recovery procedures. Boulder needs to be in the room to handle him (bonus if this is part of the reason why Blades probably thought him some first aid)

Chase: 3/10 fine at first, but refuses recovery procedures too. Needs someone to keep an eye on him or he’ll be back on the field.

Boulder: 10/10 Very calm patient. Has hobbies to keep him occupied. Will go along with doctors orders

Blades: 5/10 He’ll have you believe that “doctors are horrible patients” isn’t true for the first few days. Would probably go behind whoever checked him to check himself, can be a little paranoid. He’ll enjoy time off but get restless fast.

Charlie: 9/10 He’s a good patient, but he’s a dad and has the only braincell GR had to offer so he might have to get out there even if he doesn’t want to.

Kade: 3/10 Better than Heatwave, that’s not saying much. Would be a model patient in front of doctors, would still be on the field behind them, but not do anything in the firehouse as his recovery

Dani: -5/10 Blades would probably have to lock her in his cockpit to keep her still, and let’s face it, she would find a way to escape.

Graham: 8/10 would say he’s fine, but he’s an engineer, the moment he touches a bed he’ll KO until he’s healed. Doctors find this a little concerning

Cody: 7/10 He’s a kid, a very good kid, but his a kid. Honestly tho, with his luck, high chance Murphy’s law is the real issue and not him. All the bots would 100% be fussing over him.

Bonus:

Blur: Blades called him his 13th reason. He didn’t get the reference

HT: -11/10 he’s a proud veteran and primus help Blades because not even Boulder could make him sit down for an examination.

Quickshadow: 4/10 Only a little better than Chase, she’ll wait until she has her doctors trust to make a run for it.

Salvage: 3/10 Would probably try to treat himself for curiosity only to end up needing a doctor even more than when he started

Anon I love this so much omg

Ok thoughts time >:)

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Heatwave: YAAASSSS!!! Heatwave is way to stubborn and hotheaded to let Blades treat him, he’d probably say shit like “it’s just a scratch” meanwhile he’s bleeding dhhdhd

Also omg needing Boulder in the room is so true, I feel like Boulder is definitely the only one that can actually handle Heatwave, a hothead like him needs a really calm individual to cool him down

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Chase: FUCKING CANON

That one episode when he hurts his leg and is insistent on the fact he’s ok, then later refuses stasis entirely

This entire scene man

And it’s kinda interesting to see how he finds Boulder’s help “humiliating” as if tho getting help wounds his pride, not to mention, how his refusal is related to his self worth and his fear of being “useless”, he later on tells Charlie “i feel as if I have let you down” like awww nooooo you haven’t!!! Why would he even think that is beyond me

That’s where my workaholic Chase headcanon originated from tho

working seems to keep his mind at ease

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Boulder: hell yaaaa! Boulder is honestly the kindst soul you could meet, he tries his best to make everything easier for everyone, and that makes me believe that even if he were to need some sort of treatment he doesn’t like, or is uncomfortable with? You wouldn’t even know he’s uncomfortable with it from how committed he is and how he never causes any trouble

I think Blades would definitely catch wind of Boulder not speaking up when he uncomfortable and would definitely talk to him about it, assure him it’s ok to speak up and that they can find middle ground, a compromise of sorts if you will

Blades and Boulder would definitely have an amazing doctor and patient rapport :D

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Blades: YOU GOT IT SO RIGHT!! Blades understands the need to be a good patient and I’d imagine he tries his best to be one, but then anxiety kicks in full force and abandonment issues make themselves known

Blades always seems paranoid over the idea of being replaced, and becoming outta commission would get him to think he’s replaceable, and he definitely doesn’t want any backlash so he’d absolutely go behind the team’s back and try to make it seem like he’s ok when he isn’t

I feel like his family would absolutely notice and realize it eventually tho, and man he’d be hearing a full lecture, especially from Heatwave (ironically) and Dani

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Charlie: wheeze no fr tho

Charlie needs to be there or things would go downhill real fast, Heatwave and Chase can be good stand ins when needed, but depending on when it’s happening, they either can’t actually lead cause they have to act like lifeless machines or even after revealing their truth, Heatwave’s braincell goes bye bye cause of his anger and Chase takes things way too literally and it could end in disaster

Kade is good to an extent but I really don’t think he can keep things running smoothly for long

We literally get an episode in which Charlie gets sick and basically stays in bed and the next thing you know is Evan and Miles mischief, Cody ages up and Kade age regresses, chaos at its finest

So god forbid Charlie actually retires one day hchvvhhv

I feel like Charlie understands actually resting would be better than pretending everything is fine, cause the sooner he rests the sooner he recovers

So yeah Charlie is definitely the type of patient to actually rest but would definitely get back on the field before he recovered completely, he at least has an actual good reason hcvhvhvj

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Kade: oh my god yesssss

Kade is only slightly better cause he generally doesn’t resist treatment, recovery wise tho? Yeah this man isn’t resting at all

And he would absolutely take advantage of his recovery to escape chores or something like that, probably give Charlie the damsel in distress act

Charlie is wise to his lil acts tho

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Dani: no literally THIS

You’d think as an EMT she’d actually understand the importance of taking care of herself but nah she’s a lost cause

Dani is a bit hyperactive and she’s pretty productive, sitting down doing nothing is not on her schedule and there’s no room for it, so i feel like the family dreads when she’s sick or injured cause now they have to look out for her

And she always manages to slip away

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Graham: he definitely is like Boulder in hiw calm and cooperative he is, so I can absolutely see he’s no concern when it comes to recovery

And omg the idea of him KO’ed is so in character it’s so funny, this absolutely happens

I can imagine Charlie feeling a bit of fear of if tho cause dad instincts kick in whenever his kids are sick/hurt

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Cody: no like this is spot on cucuchch

Especially the Murphy’s law part, poor Cody can’t catch a break, and I honestly find it hilarious how Blades specifically notices and points it out, only for Chase to say he fucking cataloged it

The poor kid is jinxed

Cody does try his best to be a good patient, but as you said, he’s just a kid in the end, meaning he’s hyperactive and can get bored easily, would definitely eventually try to do something for fun

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Blurr: wheeze

Ok but fr, i’d even say he’s as bad, if not worse than Heatwave, he’d probably be like “relaaax doc” as Blades is literally begging him to sit still at this point

Blurr is very impatient, and Blades himself isn’t the most patient bot, so combining both their impatience just ends in disaster

I feel like Blades ends up asking Heatwave to be with him to get Blurr in order, which works most of the time actually, other times it just ends in Heatwave breaking something hcchch

Heatwave needs Boulder to keep him still, Blurr needs Heatwave to keep him still chchchhc

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Hightide: literallyyyyyyyy

Hightide is a very old bot who’s seen worse so he’d always downplay his need for medical assistance, “it’s just a scratch” as he bleeds 2.0

I feel like the only way to get Hightide to sit still is either to get OP or to have Servo sit on his lap, he maybe a restless veteran, but he’s also a proud dad to Servo and he’d never dare shoo Servo away to simply stand

It probably took forever for Blades to discover that solution tho chvjvj

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Quickshadow: too sassy, thinks she’s too good for a rest yet really fucking smart

She absolutely would be strategic in her quest to not have to rest, and she always manges to outsmart everybody, Blades fears her and her big brain

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Salvage: YAAASSS! Salvage is too curious for his own good at times, and getting hurt? Yeah he’d go for treating himself not only outta curiosity, but he probably also thinks it’s not that much of a big deal

Tho i’d say the positive thing about Salvage is the fact he actually learns from any mistakes he makes, so he’d definitely go for Blades the next time he’s hurt, doesn’t mean his curiosity doesn’t win him over sometimes

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Ok that was pretty fun, love these asks man keep them coming >:D❤️❤️❤️🌷✨

#anothers ask #ano saves asks

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hcsfff · 1 year

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for request: a wing preening fic perhaps?? can be with literally anyone, i just want/need more wing preening fics

This is kinda a wing preening fic, featuring Jimmy and Tango from @hybbart 's RAau!

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Sometimes it felt like Jimmy was drowning.

Even though he was on dry land, his lungs just couldn't seem to get enough oxygen. How frustrating it was to be unable to breathe, even with the nasal cannula in. Jimmy hated days like this, when even getting out of bed put him out of breath. He felt so useless. There were so many things he should be doing, someone had to take care of the animals! He couldn't lie in bed all day!

Jimmy shook his head, trying not to let the bad thoughts overwhelm him. He so easily started to spiral into negatively when he didn't feel well. It was just so difficult to be positive. Especially when even worse thoughts started to creep in. Like what if something happened to Tango…

"Jimmy!" Speaking of Tango, the man entered their bedroom. "Feeling any better?"

"I'm okay." Jimmy smiled at him, gathering all his strength to sit up. He knew he shouldn't push himself, that would only lead to more bad days, but he also didn't want to worry Tango, either.

"Good." Tango smiled at him. What a wonderful smile he had. Somehow, it always reassured Jimmy. "I was thinking, it's been awhile since I last checked your feathers for any sculk. I know you aren't feeling your best, but you'll be doing a lot worse if you get infected."

"Right you are." Jimmy's feathers still hadn't fully recovered from when Tango had to cut the sculk out. Not being able to fly, even a little, made Jimmy feel even worse.

Jimmy sat up as well as he could, facing his back towards Tango. There weren't many people he would trust near his wings, Tango just happened to be one of those few. For an avian, their wings are everything. It was a huge show of trust to have anyone touch them.

"Okay. I'll just look real quick. If I see anything, we'll go outside to deal with it." Tango patted Jimmy on the shoulder as he sat down behind him.

Jimmy nodded, hoping it wouldn't come to that. Tango slid his fingers between his much shorter than usual feathers, examining them. His hands were dexterous, even the mechanical one. He was always working with his hands, so that was probably to be expected. His fingers moved through his feathers, working not only to check for sculk, but to straighten them out as well. He could even feel Tango pulling out a few loose feathers. Jimmy hadn't really been able to preen lately, maybe Tango had wanted to help him?

Tango was always helping him. Jimmy owed him so much. If Tango hadn't found him down in those mines all that time ago, would Jimmy even still be alive? He doubted it. Tango was the best, always thinking of Jimmy and doing everything for him. And what did Jimmy do in return? Lay in bed all day because he couldn't even breathe? How useless could one person be?

Jimmy felt tears stinging his eyes, but he tried to do his best not to cry. He felt so stupid, he wished his body was stronger and he could just breathe like a normal person.

"Are you okay Jimmy?" Tango stopped his hands. "Did I hurt you?"

"Er. I'm fine." Jimmy turned back to him, giving his best impression of a smile. "Sorry, I guess I'm not feeling that great."

"Well, I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Why don't you get some rest." Tango put his hands into his lap.

"Yeah." Jimmy turned back towards Tango. Tango had an almost sad look in his eyes. Jimmy had ended up worrying him, hadn't he?

As much as Jimmy didn't want to worry Tango, he was grateful he had someone that worried about him. He had been letting the negative thoughts take hold again. He should be happy he had someone who cared this much about him. And it wasn't like Tango didn't have bad days either. They took care of each other. They worried about each other. They had each other. It might not be forever, there were no forevers in a world like this, but Jimmy was going to be happy with each day he got to spend with Tango.

Jimmy leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Tango's, looking into his eyes. "Thank you. I'll rest up so I'm ready to go tomorrow."

Tango chuckled, pressing a hand to Jimmy's cheek. "Good. I'll check in on you later."

Tango left the room as Jimmy settled back into bed, now with a smile on his face.

#team rancher #raau

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magnuficent76 · 1 year

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And and. Grrr also 🖊!!! For Jonah/Mephistos brother I know who that is but my brain. GRR I just woke up and tumblrs search is so shitty I can't find him but you know who I'm talking about!! Was in that writing that tore up my soul. Talk about that one more!

YES I DO AND THAT IS NONE OTHER THAN

MR BASTARD BOY HIMSELF ! ARCHER :D !

A man overtaken by greed, by the need to be bigger and better tham everyone else, Archer Caede is not a man who you would trust with your life, but you'll probably still trust him with your money. Everyone is just another pawn in his mind, but he fails to realize he too is attached to strings.

Brother package deal along with Jonah ! A resident of Pandora who always craved a life better than this hunk of intergalactic trash, but who really didn't have many opportunities to get away without leaving behind what he had. Unfortunately, he is burdened by sentimentality. A big flaw in a man of ambition, but hey, he won't have to worry about it too hard after a while. Not too smart on numbers or very skilled with guns, but an absolute madman with words. He can convince anyone of anything and he'll still make it sound like they're the ones coming out on top. Manipulation doesn't even begin to cover what this man does for fun. Its also the only reason why he keeps calling himself straight [SLASH J]

Lawful evil and I mean that. Has never broken a single law by virtue of just being really really good at making what he does (stealing) sound noble ("taking away resources from bandits locally as to reduce the harm they do in our communities"). He will fight with every banned trick in the book if he has to because he knows otherwise his ass would not make it out of the fight without an (even more) broken nose. He's perfectly content swiping the rug from under people's feet when they're no longer of his use because he's TERRIFIED of the possibility they may turn on him first, and he knows he wouldn't survive if that happened. He's very weak (in his own words) and because of that, everything is just an opportunity to keep surviving, everything is just another thing that is out to get you at all times. Unmedicated OCD king.

Archer is a very, very deep in the closet gay man who has literally never accepted or even tried experimenting with his sexuality once before because his mask is made out of paper and he's scared if he breathes a little too hard it'll melt and reveal the "shameful" version of himself. He struggles actually being himself because the real version of him is not marketable, and that's all he sees himself as: A Product, the face of a brand. This just keeps getting intensified as he goes with Maliwan, whose whole company premise is "be as marketable as physically possible or else you're useless". Which is also why he comes to really hate his brother too. "Why can you be yourself without having to worry about what other people expect. That's not fucking fair" he says, as he keeps worrying about what other people expect even though he could just not. Meanwhile Jonah is just bisexualing about. Like some kind of wizard.

Despite this he still falls in love extremely fast. He doesn't know what proper intimacy feels like so he just latches onto the first person to give him attention and thinks that is what being in love is supposed to be, so often times he ends up scaring people away because it comes off as... very very very intense. He just wants to distract himself from the reality but reality doesn't hold back very much !

Look at him and his brother together <3

He is soooo normal around a certain someone from his office. Totally not experiencing first hand what obsession feels like. This guy's super, incredibly, very normal about attraction to other men. You can trust this man, as an employer, around your son, who is his superior. He is so normal.

[Turns out he's actually not]

#magocs #my oc stuff #original character #original art #my art #my writing #fan ocs #fan characters #borderlands ocs #oc: archer #oc: jonah #hes there too :)#my ocs #oc questions #audience participation #tysm for the ask!#caede tales

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beigepillow · 1 year

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Use mechanical translation. I read the new issue of the magazine. I think Yashiro thought Doumeki was just looking for Inami for information, so he didn't bother Doumeki.But after Inami revealed Yashiro's secret, I was looking forward to how Yashiro would face Doumeki. Besides, I don't think Inami is just plain stupid.Inami just couldn't understand Yashiro and Doumeki's relationship, so after witnessing their dispute in Ch. 46, Inami decided that Doumeki had sex with Yashiro but couldn't satisfy Yashiro.Inami probably didn't really want to distribute the video, he just wanted to satirize what Doumeki couldn't do. What Inami didn't know was that Yashiro's body was responding to doumeki, so he was surprised that doumeki would question Yashiro's“Uselessness.” Doumeki was also shocked. He and Inami View Yashiro from two different angles as“Unsatisfied,” and Considering Yashiro's confusion, the misunderstanding between D and I is perfectly reasonable. I'm glad Doumeki was calm enough to question Inami. It's a sign of his growth. Four years ago Doumeki blamed himself for what Inami said, then Yashiro stopped Inami. Now, Inami can make Doumeki feel guilty, too, but I think another sign of growth is the realization that Inami's words, many of them worthless. We can see Inami's evil again, like Doumeki's father, like many of the men in Yashiro's life. Inami admitted that he did not want to stop seeing Yashiro because it was like rape to fuck someone who could not get an erection. In other words, he repeatedly enjoyed raping Yashiro. This reinforced Yashiro's belief that he should be abused. I'm not sure if Doumeki would have told Yashiro directly, but I think he would have gone back to Yashiro to protect him.The problem is, the people behind this have found out about Yashiro, and the Yakuza affair is going to get more and more serious, and I'm not sure they're going to be able to meet.But even if they can't meet, I think they'll have more space to think about it, and Yashiro might be able to learn Doumeki's secrets.

Thank you for your insights. I do hope that they will meet again and have some alone time. It would be tough for them to progress without having that one on one time. When I bring up the power of Inami’s words, I don’t think Inami has control over Doumeki but rather that Doumeki still has unresolved issues from Aoi and his fear of being like his father. So Inami is now bringing up something Doumeki has probably tried to push down. I do mention wanting to see Yashiro at least expressing concern because it does bother me that he seems so nonchalant about Doumeki meeting up with Inami. Isn’t he concerned that Inami will do something to Doumeki to mess with him? Or perhaps he was relieved that he didn’t have to see Inami? Sometimes it does feel like I interpret the story very wrong lol. It is possible that Doumeki finds this out and they’re able to be together but I want to see certain things happen in the story.

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru

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ultravioart · 2 years

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Since female (or at least openly femme presenting) watchdogs make Hater “nervous,” do you think he’d get a crush on punk/goth c. peeps? Assuming he doesn’t recognise the guy - which let’s face it he probably wouldn’t - it’d be hilarious and emotionally devastating for poor ol peepers. On one had, his boss (crush) is finally swooning over him, but only for his made up persona that he only intended to use to avoid getting burnt to a crisp by Dom.

I’d like to think Hater is much less overbearing about his crush this time, since he’s still a little traumatised over what happened with Lord D. He’s still a complete dork of course, but he acts a lot shyer and genuine around the ‘cute little watchdog babe’ that’s groupies with Dom now.

Anyway, sorry for gushing about your AU, I had this thought and it would not leave my head all day. Keep up the awesome work!

Aw it's cool, I am glad others are enjoying the ideas! The back and forth is great for brainstorming and really fun to answer. So feel no shame, I love the feedback! While it's not currently planned in the au to have Hater meet peepers in the disguise, I absolutely headcanon that sometime after Dominator rejected him, Hater created a real saucy banger of a song inspired by/dedicated to "that cute blonde chick from that one time" (which was Peepers during 'The Showstoppers' lol). When Hater learned that chick was PEEPERS he panicked and had the song pulled immediately and had all copies destroyed before his new album was published. He never spoke of that instance again. Simply did NOT. Think about it. ever again........................ No inner thoughts, no inner monologues. No inner contempolation, no introlospection, and definitely no 'anything that involves smoochy emotions about best boy friends.' --boys who are friends. not boyfriends, boys WHO ARE FRIENDS. Who are best friends. that are boys. Who sometimes look like girls you'd totally date but, who is in fact, a boy, who is already your best friend for life, who already loves yyyou-- (deep breath) Okay No thoughts, Head. empty. HEAD, EMPTY!!! So yeah... to answer your question, Hater wouldn't be able to tell it's Peepers in a disguise lol. IF Hater saw Peepers in the goth/punk chick disguise, he would think her long sleeves and platform shoes were SO CUTE, and he wouldn't really get her hairstyle, but the high ponytail was kinda cool. And the way she looks at him when she talks is so... Oh wait, what is she saying, crap he wasn't paying attention--UH! COMPLIMENTS! GIRLS LIKE COMPLIMENTS, "I LIKE YOUR EYEBALL. IT'S NICE." Nailed it. ... Oh! She squeaks too??? Oh, he's in love. Meanwhile, Peepers would be flabbergasted, because he can't just blow cover over this. This sure is as awkward as it is amazing. To explain the Dominion au and why Hater doesn't ever really see/meet Peepers in the disguise, explanations below:

For my plans for the Dominion au, Peepers leaves hater in one big hurrah to PLEASE NOTICE ME HATER KYO save the galaxy (so they can conquer it later!) but straight up people think Peepers is finally taking his accumulated vacation days after like, a decade. LOL. It's actually one main reason Peepers leaves during that time, because with Lord Hater steamrolling in planet conquering due to confidence induced competency, it leaves Peepers essentially obsolete and out of a job. At first, it's super nice to see Hater reach his true potential, and the free time is pretty nice too, but eventually whenever Peepers tries to help out, it's all "got it" "did that" "done that" from Hater, and Peepers starts feeling useless and left behind. Even the watchdogs are ignoring Peepers and treating Hater as the "popular guy" over him, and it's eating Peepers up inside. Add in that Wander converting Hater into a good guy with "love and friendship", and Peepers starts to get utterly desperate. Peepers tries to offer any way he can help out, but Hater being Hater, blows him off and dismissively suggests to finally take that vacation or whatever, as he happily runs off with a group of chattering watchdogs. Peepers: "A vacation...?" Peepers: "HMF! Evil never takes 'a vacation'! Evil never sleeps!!" (cue montage of Peepers concocting a very genius, very stupid plan, as he rants about Lord Hater shoving him to the side like trash and choosing good guy stuff over the evil life plans they made together. It includes unhinged lines like: "If Hater wants a good guy, I'll show him 'good guy'! I'll be the best worst evil good guy he's ever seen!") It's not until Dominator makes a comeback and is hanging out with peepers that everyone realizes. OH. OKAY THEN?!?!? UH???? I had a scene planned where when they realize what's going on the reactions are as follows: Wander, panicking: OH-NO-PEEPERS-ISN'T-USING-HIS-VACATION-DAYS!!! (i can't remember the exact lines now, oof, but it's something like:) Sylvia: (worried) Forget that Wander, --he's really teaming up with Dominator?! (silence from hater in the back) Wander: ...Lord Hater? Oh, I know this must be such a shock an all, considering we all thought he was on Tateehee 5 when he really was making friends with Dominator but-- Hater: GRAHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE HE TOTALLY BIRDDOGED ME!!!! Sylvia: (deadpan) -oh boy. bonus: watchdog: Uh, Lord Hater, don't you have to, uh-actually date her first, before it can be called a birddog? Hater: (zaps watchdog) NO ONE ASKED YOU, JERRY!

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Chapter 13 ~ A light at the end of the tunnel

Hidden Depths

Previous ~ Masterlist

Genre: Fantasy whump

Written per Whumptober 2022 prompts

CW: captivity flashback (dream), drugging, blood, debasement, creepy/intimate whumper, strangulation, vocal injury, lots and lots of beautiful angst

WC: 3787 4014

AN: Hey, I'm putting a title as a placeholder bc it bothers me to finish this arc without one.

I fully intend to continue this in a recovery arc. I might need to take a little break though lol.

Although, let me know if anyone wants an AU :D

Dual POV warning

Resh

Something must’ve been in the broth brought to him earlier because now the rusty bloodstains on the floor swam in uneven lines through the chalky white limestone. The light flickering from the lamps by the door created shadowed hands that reached out for him. Resh blinked, and he could hear his eyelashes brush together. His skin was buzzing, and his injuries throbbed mercilessly. He whimpered.

"What's the matter, Resh? Are you not feeling well today?" Marcus asked, brushing his hand down Resh's arm.

Resh flinched. Where had Marcus come from? He hadn't seen the prince enter the room, let alone crouch in front of him. His breath caught when Marcus dug his fingers into one of the wounds on his arm, cracking open the fragile edges. Marcus brought his bloody fingers up to Resh's face, traced them over the tear tracks running down his cheeks.

"Ah, a bloody tear trail. I like it." Marcus grinned and reached out to brush Resh's hair back.

Resh jerked back before he could stop himself.

Suddenly, Marcus' hand was behind Resh's head, his hair caught in a painful grip. The vine wrapped around his collar slithered away, and Marcus slammed his head to the floor at his feet.

Resh's brain ricocheted in his skull while bright sparks flashed behind his eyes. Fuck, that hurt.

"You can't seem to remember that you belong to me, can you? That you’re mine to do with as I will," Marcus said, grinding Resh's head into the stone.

"No, my lord. I'm sorry, my lord," Resh forced out, trying not to flinch at the harsh sound of his voice. What remained of it, anyway.

Fuck you, you piece of shit, is what he really wanted to say.

The prince released him. "On your hands and knees, eyes on the ground."

Resh scrambled to follow Marcus' instructions, but his limbs were unwieldy and weak. His head throbbed, and his vision swam, probably more from whatever drug he'd been given than the blow. Marcus' boots moved away, making a curious crunching noise while Resh struggled to get into position.

A wet warmth trickled down his forehead; Resh watched as a droplet of red splashed on the floor. The stone greedily drank the blood, leaving nothing but a tiny spot of rust behind.

"Eyes up." Marcus' voice sounded far away and oddly layered.

Resh raised his head, finding Marcus sitting on a chair across the room. Or rather, three Marcus’. The floor between them looked strange–the light reflected off it strangely. Resh tried to concentrate, to pick a Marcus to look at, but he couldn't decide which one was real.

Marcus laughed. "Having a little trouble, Resh?"

That lopsided grin he hated so much reflected back at him three times over. Resh shivered at the wrongness of it–the world couldn’t take three of Marcus. He couldn’t take three of Marcus.

"Come here," Marcus beckoned.

Resh sat up, tried to keep himself steady enough on his knees to stand.

"No, no, not like that," Marcus said, amusement lacing his tone. "Crawl."

Immediately, Resh balked. Fuck, no. No way in the pits of the damned was he doing that.

"Oh, you think you can say no?" Marcus asked, crossing three pairs of arms over three chests.

The collar around Resh's throat tightened, cutting off all access to air. Resh tried to dig his fingers underneath the vine, but his efforts were useless.

Three Marcus' laughed at him through his rapidly darkening vision. "You better start crawling. If you don't, I'll let you pass out. You’ll wake up soon enough when I release the pressure. I'll strangle you again, and again, and again. Then, when I get bored with that, I'll practice my technique on you a little more, and you'll have no strength left to even squirm."

Resh dropped to his hands and knees again, forcing himself to move. He would do almost anything not to feel that knife digging into his skin again, only to be replaced by Marcus' fingers, probing and pulling and tearing. Ripping him apart.

The collar loosened when he crawled forward. He sucked in a glorious breath, only to lose it in a hoarse scream as he put his weight on his left hand. His right shot out to support him so he could inspect it, find out what had sliced into his palm. A crunch followed by searing pain stopped him.

Resh reared back onto his knees with another cry. Tears blurred his vision even more while he cradled his bleeding hands to his chest. Echoes of the pain traveled all the way up Resh's arms.

The floor was covered in shards of glass.

"You are mine for another year, Resh. But you keep forgetting. Pulling away from me. Looking at me with hate in your eyes," Marcus said. "I own you, and I won't have you thinking otherwise. Now crawl."

The collar tightened again and didn't loosen until Resh was back on his hands and knees. He whimpered when he put weight on his hands once more, driving the shards further into his flesh. The glass dug into his knees next, and he froze, unable to force his body forward.

"Please, my lord, I can't," he sobbed.

Tears and blood fell from his face, mixing to stain the glass beneath him. Pools of red seeped out from under his palms. He felt paralyzed; he could either slice himself up on glass or let Marcus strangle him and strip more of his skin away.

"You can, Resh, and you will." Marcus' voices echoed through the room, ringing in Resh's head in triplets of cruel satisfaction.

He tried to move, he really did, but his arm trembled and stayed where it was. "Please," he cried. "I belong to you! I—"

His plea was cut off when the collar tightened.

"You will move, or I will drag you across the floor, how about that?" Marcus asked, sounding irritated now.

Somehow, he moved. Again and again, the glass crunched under his weight, drove into his skin. A steady whine emerged from his throat, interrupted by hiccuping sobs. His left arm gave out, and he fell on his shoulder. More glass embedded into previously compromised flesh, bruised and lacerated and stripped from earlier sessions with the prince.

It hurt it hurt it hurt

Resh could barely see, and what he could see was unreliable. He crawled, hoping he was heading toward the correct Marcus.

His world was nothing but pain, blood, and tears. And the sound of Marcus' laughter.

The relief he felt when he reached Marcus' actual feet was indescribable. Thank gods he hadn't guessed wrong. Thank gods. He hung his head, panting against the continuous onslaught of pain. His whole body was shaking–cold, he was so cold.

Marcus rose from his chair. Placed his boot on the back of Resh's neck. "Say it."

"I belong to you," he said dully, his voice little more than a whisper.

Marcus pressed down, and Resh's arm gave out again. He shrieked as the shards dug into his bare chest.

"Not good enough," Marcus said, pressing harder.

~~~

Resh bolted upright with a soundless scream.

Frantically, he tried to pluck the glass from his skin, to stop the pain streaking like lightning throughout his body. But his hands met fabric, fabric soaked through with sweat.

He stilled when he realized he was wearing a shirt. That didn't fit. His chest heaved while he tried to recenter himself.

It was dark, but he was sitting on something soft and warm. His left hand clenched in something silky... bedsheets? Yes, bedsheets. His right hand flew to his throat. A knot in his stomach loosened when he encountered no collar. Just the small dots of scar tissue left behind from the thorns.

It was dark, but moonlight streamed in from a window to his left, and a thin silvery beam crossed the foot of the bed. Slowly, achingly slowly, Resh's heart rate slowed. He traced his fingers over his throat, reminding himself he wasn't there anymore.

A dream—it had just been a dream. Or a nightmare, rather.

He was in a guest chamber in the palace.

The queen had visited him personally a few days after his rescue. While she hadn't acknowledged her son's behavior in any way, she'd released him from his contract and offered him… reparation? He thought that was the word she'd used. Money, he'd been given money. A lot of it, along with the use of this room for as long as he needed. And the offer of a ranked position serving the Crown.

Resh wondered if the queen thought money would erase his memories. If she thought money would remove the fucking brand from his forehead or the scars on his body. If she thought money would return his voice to him.

It had been weeks, and he still couldn't make a single sound. Resh rubbed his throat while he stared blankly out the window. And as it always did, his mind latched onto Carr. He wondered what she was doing, how she was doing. If she was okay. If she was sleeping any better than him.

A lump rose in his throat. She'd not left his side once during his time in the infirmary, and Resh had thought… but he hadn't seen her since he'd been released. It wasn't like he could go out into the city and ask around for one of Nykim's thieves, either. Carr had just felt guilty, he told himself. Once she'd assured herself he would recover, she’d returned to her life.

He tried to tell himself it was better that way.

It was better because he was using the queen's blood money to get out of this fucking city. He had no plan except to take his sister and travel north. It wasn't like he could expect Carr to go with him. Closing his eyes, Resh tried to breathe through a different kind of pain.

In the darkness behind his closed eyelids, he saw the look Marcus had given him when Carr and Nykim had carried him out of the manor. His eyes flew open, and he shook his head violently, concentrating on the way his new bangs brushed over his eyebrows. He was willing to travel north for as long as it took to forget that look, that promise in Marcus' eyes.

Marcus was gone, sent to foster with some former noble in the east. But the memories remained. And one day, Marcus would return, even if it was just for a visit. The city wasn't safe. Would never be safe.

Resh’s breathing eventually evened out, but his chest still ached, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. There would be no more sleep for him tonight.

Not with the echoes of his nightmare still lingering. He shivered and pushed out of bed. Might as well get a headstart on his preparations since he and Orla were leaving tomorrow.

Leaving. The thought increased the tension banding across his chest. He hated that he was leaving the city without seeing Carr again. But he had no way to contact her. Although, Nykim had contacts in the palace, so maybe she already knew and just didn't care.

He cared. He missed her.

Resh wiped his tears away and headed for the washbasin. He needed to change out of his sweat-soaked night clothes.

And find some way to deal with the fact that she was gone.

~~~

Carr

"How's he doin?" Carr asked the small girl sitting across from her.

They had met at a rather nice cafe in the city, one befitting the girl's current status. Perhaps Carr should've worn something a little nicer than her plain tunic and brown pants, but since she was still presenting as a man, no one gave her trouble.

Men could get away with a lot, Carr had discovered. She wrapped her hands around the delicate porcelain teacup in front of her, letting its coolness seep into her clammy palms. Cold tea, for this hot summer day.

Orla spun her teacup on its saucer, back and forth, back and forth. When she looked up, her brown eyes were shiny, and she swiped a gloved hand across her cheek when a tear slipped out. "He still can't speak. He writes stuff down for me, but he doesn't really tell me anything. I hate that I'm too young to help him."

Carr looked up at the green and white striped canopy shading the patio they were seated on, feeling her own tears forming. She couldn't read, so she wouldn't be able to communicate with him that way. Maybe she could teach him the thieves cant? The hand signs were rough approximations and not very versatile, but it was better than nothing. And she'd been practicing reading lips with Nykim.

A breeze kicked up, rustling through the white-leaved ornamental trees lining the street in front of her. Carr swallowed the lump in her throat and looked back down at Resh's sister. "Has he decided when he wants t’ leave?"

"Tomorrow," the girl said, perking up. Her lilac scarf slipped back a little, revealing the tiny curls in her short brown hair. "I think the change of location will be good for him. And seeing you, of course."

The lump in Carr's throat returned, so she took a sip of her tea. It didn't help. She folded her hands in her lap instead. Spoke to her hands, too. "You sure he'll want me t' come?"

It was a little fucking late to ask such a question. She'd been making preparations for weeks now. Training up a new beta, selling the things she didn't need, packing the things she did. Her bags were ready to go at a moment's notice, just in case Resh freaked out one night and decided to take off. The nightmares had been bad, she'd heard.

Carr wished she could've been there for him, but he barely left his rooms, and she couldn't be seen in the palace if she didn't want to be imprisoned again. There was also that niggling doubt that he’d want to see her. Just like the one that told her she was a fool for making these plans. Upending her entire life, and for what? Just to be rejected, left on her own again?

"That's a silly question. Of course he will!" Orla said with all the confidence of youth.

A wall came up, familiar and safe, one that she could tuck her feelings behind. Carr crossed her arms over her chest. "We'll see."

The words came out a bit harshly, and Carr felt bad when Orla bit down on her lip. It was a nervous habit of hers, Carr had noticed.

She drank the rest of her tea and stood. Tried to speak a little softer this time. "See you tomorrow?"

Orla nodded, giving her a small smile. "You have nothing to worry about, Carr. You'll see."

~~~

Carr stood in the shadows of the royal stable early the next morning, watching the hired coach that was being loaded. Orla stood to the side, twisting her hands in front of her while she glanced around. A servant was packing luggage into the carriage with Resh’s help.

Once she found Resh, she couldn’t look away. She studied him critically, although she was unsure what she was looking for.

The first thing she noticed was his hair. He’d had it trimmed; the brown waves framed his face, barely reaching his shoulders. A shorter length of hair fell across his forehead, mostly hiding the scar she knew was there.

Then, she noticed his clothes. He would be miserable, the way he was dressed. A long-sleeved shirt with fucking gloves? And a godsdamned scarf to boot. It was midsummer, and he was traveling north, where it would only get warmer. What the fuck was he thinking?

Did he think his sister would be traumatized if she saw a few scars on his hands, his forearms? The scars around his throat weren't even that noticeable. Fucking shit.

But the lantern light illuminated the dark circles under his eyes, making her wonder if he wore all that so he didn't have to look at it. Her anger faded away.

"You gonna go talk to him, Carrah? Or did you decide to stay after all? Flynn is okay, I suppose, but he definitely isn't you," Nykim said.

Carr turned her head to glare at her pack master. Or former pack master, she supposed, if she truly left.

She could admit to herself how fucking scared she was. What if Resh didn't want to see her? Didn't want her along? Her heart thrummed in her chest, and she clenched her hand around the strap of her bag.

If she could admit it to herself, she could surely admit it to this man who had done nothing but support and protect her in his own way for the last ten years.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered. It felt like her heart was trying to jump outta her throat. "What if… if…" She couldn't finish, just looked at Nykim helplessly.

"Carrah, that boy worships the ground you walk on. He's been moping around the palace since he moved out of the infirmary. I've had servants report him asking after you. Discreetly, of course." Nykim raised his hands when Carr's eyes widened. "You're a fool if you don't at least ask."

She stared at him for a moment, considering. Then, she extended her hand. Nykim cocked an eyebrow before sandwiching it between his own. A sadness crept into his eyes, and he didn't even try to push her physical boundaries. It was probably a first for him, and Carr smiled through her tears.

"I'm gonna miss you, Nykim. If… you know." She took a deep breath. "Thank you. For… for everything."

The corner of Nykim's mouth kicked up. "Nothing to thank me for. But… I’m gonna miss you too." He squeezed her hand and released her, stepping back.

Carr flexed her fingers and turned to check on Resh. Took a deep breath. When she glanced over at Nykim again, he was gone.

At least there was no one to witness whatever was about to happen. She knew if she came back to the lair, Nykim would take her back in, no questions asked. But first… she had to try. She owed it to Resh, at the very least.

Just in case, she dropped her bag against the stable wall. That way, it didn't look like she expected anything. Her chest felt too tight, and her hands trembled now that she had nothing to hold on to. She didn't think walking up clutching the hilts of her daggers was a good look, so she clasped them behind her back and forced herself to step forward.

Orla saw her first, and Carr gave her a tremulous smile. The girl ran over to Resh, chattering excitedly and waving her hands. He stiffened, the bag he was carrying slipping from his fingers. A plume of dust rose, the motes dancing around his body in the early morning light as he spun to face her.

Their eyes locked. Carr didn't know what to call the expression that crossed his face. It looked like a mixture of pain and relief. Happy and sad all at once. What did that mean?

Resh didn't move, so she was forced to cross the entire space between them. She stopped before him, probably too far away, and shuffled forward another step. Reminded herself that words were a thing.

"You leavin?" She could've kicked herself as soon as she said it. Words were a thing, and those were the ones she chose? Fucking shit.

Orla giggled, the sound light and happy. "You knew that already. You're so silly, Carr."

Resh looked at his sister, then back to her, and raised his eyebrows. He pulled a notebook from his back pocket, along with a piece of charcoal, but Carr reached out, placing a hand over his when he started to write. He looked up at her slowly, his brows drawn.

"I can't read that," she said, snatching her hand back while her cheeks filled with heat. This was going just great. Fucking great. "Just talk. I've been practicing readin lips."

You have? he asked, carefully forming the soundless words while his fingers clenched around his notebook.

She nodded.

What are you doing here? Resh asked, something indecipherable flickering across his face.

Carr cringed and backed up a step. Did that mean she shouldn't be here? Had this been a mistake after all? "I, umm…"

She looked over at Orla, who waved her hand in a circle, apparently trying to encourage her.

"Umm…” Her throat constricted, and she swallowed. Her next attempt resulted in her mouth opening and closing soundlessly, and she clenched her fists helplessly at her sides, taking another step back. And another.

Resh watched her, his dark brown eyes looking like bottomless pools of misery.

It was all she could do not to run away. And that pissed her the fuck off. Why wouldn’t the words come?

“For fucks' sake! I can't do this!" Carr spun, crossing her arms over her chest. She was either going to cry or throw one of her daggers. How did people deal with this fucking bullshit?

"Do you want to come with us?" Orla asked.

Carr turned back slowly, only to find Resh glaring at his sister, scribbling furiously in his notebook.

Her heart sank. "It's fine, Resh. If you don't want me t’ come, I mean. It was a stupid idea."

"It's not a stupid idea!" Orla said heatedly, glaring at her brother.

"I mean—" Carr said, backing away.

Orla started talking again, drowning Carr out. The girl was clearly agitated, her voice rising to an ear-piercing shriek.

Resh sliced a hand through the air, and they both stopped talking. He shook his head at his sister and then walked over to Carr. She stared at his mouth, waiting for him to speak. It took a few minutes.

Those few minutes felt like a lifetime.

I want you to come, he finally said.

"You do?" Carr said, her voice a touch higher than usual.

He nodded, standing a little straighter.

Something fluttered in her stomach. "Well, I guess I can come," Carr said, shifting her weight awkwardly.

Resh smiled, his eyes lighting up.

"Long as you don't think I'm marryin you!" she blurted.

Oh gods, what the fuck was wrong with her? Carr's face heated even further when he shook his head, his shoulders quivering with silent laughter.

She scowled but found she couldn't hold onto the expression. "Can I, maybe, hug you?" she asked quietly.

Resh’s eyebrows rose. He reached up to adjust his scarf, and Carr thought he would refuse. It was okay if he said no. She understood completely if he didn’t want to be touched.

But then he said, Of course. Can I hug you back?

Nodding, she stepped closer, tentatively wrapping her arms around his waist. Very gently, he folded his around her shoulders.

Carr let his heat envelop her, relaxing the unnatural stiffness her body held, and laid her head on his chest.

Yes, this felt right.

His heartbeat thundered under her ear, soothing her as surely as the rise and fall signaling his breaths. There was a time when she feared she’d see or hear neither ever again. He began to tremble when it became clear she wasn’t going to pull away any time soon, and she tightened her grip, struggling to keep her own tears at bay.

When Carr finally stepped back, she pretended not to notice as he wiped his face, just as he made no mention of her sudden fascination with the bird nest perched in the stable’s eaves.

After a few moments, when she was sure her emotions were back under control, she grabbed his hand, pulling him along with her to retrieve her bag.

"Let's get outta here," she said.

Resh’s answering grin was the best thing she’d ever seen.

This is the end of Arc 1! If you'd like to check out my artbreeder pics of Resh, Carr, and Nykim, they're linked on my masterlist, along with a commissioned sketch of this last scene! Stay tuned for Arc 2!

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Also, I wrote an AU.

What if Carr didn't escape >:) Check out the first chapter here

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