#to (not really) answer your question! ta da!

[brotherscain]

tell me more about them stress-smoking. are they brand loyal or is it whatever they can steal/find, filtered or no, will they smoke menthols in a pinch

i think dean should’ve been casually bordering on addictively into smoking—so he’s pretty brand loyal. sam who developed the habit away at college starts bumming some off dean after hard-hitters (max, croatoan, madison, etc.). even for this he’ll make sure it’s when they’re out so he can go hide away for it.

dean dies and sam buys that same brand just to have.

right around that time when dean comes back for the first time, he’d be so shaken by his resurrected body he’d probably stay away for some years..

during their BreakUp Eras, sam deviates. he will take random offered cigs and buy off brand packs just so he can smoke one or two and chuck it.

also i think bloodjunkie sam is a special case because he suffers from “cravings” and tries to stave them off with the nicotine. it never works because well... bloodjunkie. but now he’s smoking more than he ever has. everyone always references that one photo of him slurping blood by the vending machine and u bet ur ass i’m doing it here too.

this is how sketchy he’d be with smoking too. always in grimey spots and always after dark. you would think the man is doing hard drugs.

[jeoncopi]

[2] EAGER DAYS | JJK

are you ready to witness what's like to have a very yearning, domestically soft, vulnerable, silly yet playful and hot military boyfriend?

welcome to military jungkook's episodes!

—this entire series are based during jungkook's current state. as I'll be writing with each irl update. so this series might last until jungkook's finally free (Imao).

IMPORTANT: each episode won't be necessarily correlated to one another but some episodes could have light references to previous actions, feelings or situations.

BE AWARE OF: 18+ CONTENT.

pair: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.1k

what's in here?: a little bit of inside of their relationship, memories and flashbacks (jungkook’s pov). cute and a little bit of tension if you really squint lol.

[more episodes]

EPISODE 2. “short hair..”

freshly cut.

trimming his hair little by little has been jungkook’s plan for a while now. something about not wanting to get shocked or insecure if he ever looked bad being bald. ‘it’s best to get used to it like this, right?’ checking himself out at the salon, ‘I don’t look too bad.’ he mutters to himself.

‘I wonder what does y/n think..’ crosses his mind next.

—.•*•.—

“ta-da~”

boy-ish smile. you’re met with a brand new jungkook as soon as you open the door. a soft gasp escapes your lips when you scan his new haircut and you can’t help but drag his body inside your apartment just to glance at him in better lightning.

“oh my god.”

jungkook’s tone is playful when he chuckles and playfully asks with a semi smirk on his lips. “what? what?” walking you backwards as both of his hands are placed on your shoulders.

your hands gently resting on his firm chest. “why do you look so good?”

jungkook’s eyes already glistening with your answer. ‘that’s a relief’.

“so you like it?” he genuinely asks.

“are you serious?” you answer in complete bewilderment.

jungkook immediately nods his head many times. very cutely. “yes.” and so serious.

“I ffucking love it.” you emphasize the F which makes jungkook laugh very softly.

feeling extremely relaxed now knowing that his girl is totally into him all over again. — not that you weren’t before, but he just enjoys showing you new sides of him since for jungkook, to be able to maintain such a good and healthy relationship is to be able to keep things alive by doing new, different things.

you see, jungkook is a super active boyfriend. yeah, he does get tremendously lazy, because he is. and sometimes is very hard for him to even start something, but he also pushes himself and tries his best in moving around..

once he finds things that he likes, he just want to share it all with you and it’s been like that since the first day he met you. up to when you two became friends at eunwoo’s house, then the moment he acknowledged his feelings for you.. down to when he couldn’t resist it anymore, admitting to himself how badly he really wanted you.

for his good luck, you were also having quite a hurricane of unanswered questions and feelings on your mind around that time..

each time he thinks about it he can’t help but internally smile, if not physically.

— memory —

it had already passed two years since you two met and there you were, standing there with a cup of glass on your hands.. looking all pretty talking with a group of friends.

when jungkook really thinks about it, it all seems to always happen at his best friend’s events..

he’s walking towards you, making his mind to excuse you from them. you softly placed your empty cup at the side near to where you were standing.

“yes?” walking towards him.

jungkook swears he can feel everyone’s eyes on you both. but as always, all of it didn’t mattered as soon as his eyes met yours.

you were so pretty that night. wearing one of his favorite things ever..

a mini skirt.

he liked to imagine it was because of him each time you wore that.. and it’s all because of a past conversation you all were having between friends one day.

he even recalls the topic so well.

‘what’s an item someone can wear that you’ll say is definitely hot?’

— flashback —

jaeun asked, and it was already jungkook’s time to answer.

“yeah, I like when girls wear mini skirts. that definitely will do it for me.” he chuckles when everyone laughs and some others agree with him.

“oh.. so that’s something that turns you on?“ y/n sort of teases him. a cheeky smirk to her lips.

jungkook tries to humorously not roll his eyes. “eung.” answering with a nod towards you. “but not just with anybody though..” manspreading back into his seat. “..if they want to turn me on, I really do have to like them first.” and his gaze is so intense towards you.

hopefully nobody notices in the room.

eunwoo is the first to respond, “ahh, I get what you mean.”

“me too. actually,”

jungkook can sense some sort of intensity back on your gaze towards him when you respond,

“I’m the complete same. I can’t get turned on with a total stranger, you know?” with a smile on her face, also chuckling about it. “but now, if there’s someone I already know and I’m actually into them.. then that’s a whole different story.”

and there’s something about the way you act that it’s quite intriguing to jungkook. making him wanting to know if what you said was lowkey directed to him..

— end flashback —

..so it isn’t that wrong for him to think about it that way, right?

ever since that day.. he swears you started using more mini skirts from time to time.

or was it that it’s always whenever there’s a meeting with him?

just like a little pattern, he can be one hundred percent sure that you just knew where and when you needed to wear one at the right time and places.

as if you knew whenever he could attend an event or not, how come each time he saw you in pictures of dates he couldn’t make it, at all times, you were just as pretty but using those nice jeans or loose clothes he also loved so much.

never a mini skirt.

he can even picture the first time he saw you wearing one so perfectly. like a brand new painting being freshly made before his eyes,

he specifically remembers you going down the stairs, slowly but surely, still haven’t finished getting ready with the way you were fixing your earrings but he swears he has never seen someone to be so effortlessly stunning before.

his heart almost dropping, pushing and breaking out of his chest.. he didn’t even noticed how he wasn’t even breathing. holding his breath the entire time with that little sequence.

it’s not so much different from how you were feeling now, standing in front of her. “can you come upstairs with me for a sec?” he wished to not sound too creepy.

“um, sure.” even when he can tell you’re a bit confused, you still give him a comfort smile. you know she trusted you and you’re very glad that she does, because you definitely wouldn’t want her to do things she won’t like or even feel uncomfortable with.

—.•*•.—

“there’s something going on?” y/n asked when I slowly guided her to the currently empty, second living room.

“no—yes, actually.” I correct myself as nervous as I try not sound and my fingers slowly fidget with each other.

your face is rather more of concern when you notices my strange behavior. “..what’s wrong?”

but I chuckle a little when I glance at your reaction. “it’s nothing bad or sad, I promise. you can chill a little.”

making you chuckle back, “oh, was my face looking too worried?” cupping your own face as you speak. and I thought that was so cute.

I try to hide my face as I feel my cheeks burn in red, sort of looking down at the floor. engaging to the thought that I was lucky enough that you actually could not see it given to the poor lightning.

“mm just a little.” I paused. “actually? yes.” my tone still shy as I joke around and you laugh about it. but then I start rubbing one hand through the back of my neck when silence arrives and you start to speak,

“so..” taking one step near me. “um,” you stop. “I can’t see you very well from here.. do you mind if I get closer to you?”

and my heart jumped. “mm-yeah.. I mean, yeah. it’s fine.” trying to act cool, I only lean back on what it seems to be like a marbled table.

you chuckle when you get comfortable beside me.

“you’re very cute sometimes,” y/n mutters with a smile in between her teeth, almost as if you were admitting that more to yourself than me.

and you playfully push my shoulder with your upper body when you ask, “so, why are we here?”

with a smile too, I feel my heart beating hard when my face that it’s now facing yours, is very heed of how close you are.

“I.. I wanted to make you a question..”

“sure, what is it?” your eyes so attentive.

I gain courage to stand in front of you. sighing to myself when both of my hands are at each side of your body resting at the table instead of actually touching you. but you’re oh, so close that it’s almost as If I was trapping you against me.

still.. as careful as I am, you don’t show any sign of discomfort more than just give him glistening eyes that seem to be full of curiosity.

must be a great sign, right?

“I want to know..” I paused. “what do you think about me?”

and there’s a couple seconds of silence.

“..a-about you?” your voice rather feathery.

“romantic wise.” and I don’t even think of playing. it was now or never.

“romanticall-“

“yes, y/n.” interrupting her softly, “I want to know what’d you think of me.” I’m determined.

“why?” you genuinely ask.

“isn’t it obvious why i’m asking?”

you softly nod your head to the sides and I can’t help but tsk as I lower my head with a grin before directly pierce my eyes into yours.

“I think it’s very much clear that i’m interested, y/n. I’m interested in you.” I confess. pausing with a soft and shy smile. “I like you and I think I’ve been doing it for quite some time now.”

your expression, rather surprised. “s-since.. when?”

“I think it’s been over two years now.”

you slightly rise your eyebrows, shocked. “that’s literally the time we’ve been knowing each other-“

“exactly.” and my lips are slightly pouting when I answer.

you don’t say nothing else other than just stare at him with a shocked expression.

given to your silence, all I can think about is how this is such a bad sign. so I take a step back or at least try, since you grabbed my right arm when you say,

“wait.”

so I stand there, only staring at you.

“I’ve been hiding my feelings towards you for way too long.”

I blink several times, feeling my heart rise up all over again.

maybe there might be hope.

“aren’t you saying this to make me feel good?” I really wanted you to be more direct.

“do I seem like someone who’ll play with your feelings, jungkook?” and you sort of tease me, but I don’t mind.

“not really.. but again, you’ll never know.” joking back at you when you punch my shoulder. “ouch!”

“I do like you.” you pause. “a lot, actually.” playing with my fingers when you give me a shy smile. “maybe no longer than you but..” sigh. “it’s been a while.”

…that night, despite you two being incredibly happy of mutually liking each other, you really didn’t kiss or did anything else rather than still being friends during a few days.

reason why?

simply because we wanted to make things right. I wanted to ask her out properly, have a few official dates here and there and then.. get to it. didn’t lasted too long when I was already asking her to be mine though. being too way into her.. it was pretty clear I wasn’t gonna keep counting down days after all this years.

— end memory —

“I’m glad you like it, baby.” jungkook smiles, embracing your body into a hug. “I was so nervous you’ll tease me about it..”

“hey!” you softly punch his shoulders. “why would I do that?” cupping his cheeks. yes, it was your favorite thing to do. “I know how you feel about it babe, I could never.” kissing his pouty lips.

“but if l didn’t feel this way, would you think about it?” he raises an eyebrow.

it makes you laugh. “no, silly.”

“why?”

“because you’ll look handsome anyways.”

but then jungkook furrowed his eyebrows into a fake angry face. “just handsome?”

making you roll your eyes as you laugh. “and sexy..” leaving a kiss on his lips with each word.

“and pretty..”

kiss,

“and cute..”

kiss,

“and hot..”

kiss,

and all jungkook does is smile and blush as you do so.

“that’s what I wanted to hear..”

a/n: hope you liked this one! just wanted to add a little bit more to how their relationship was born ^^. to give you a hint of how things will go.. episode 3, it’s fun to read imo, ep. 4 is when the real thing really starts ;)

as always, let me know what you think about these series so far !! I love talking to you and reading your thoughts 🫶🏼.

— TAGLIST: @purplebtsmagic @looneybleus @eyesforjungkook @leah-rose03 @jungkooks21 @kookiescutie

[charlesslut16]

-Ugly christmas sweaters-

summary : lando and you go to a christmas party, which had the theme 'ugly christmas sweaters' but lando does not like his sweater....

PAIRING : lando norris x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

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One week before your friend's Christmas party, you bought Christmas sweaters, ugly ones, as the theme had been 'ugly Christmas sweaters'. You knew that Lando didn't like the theme, but for you and your friends' sake, he would do it.

So two days before the party, you confronted and showed Lando the Christmas sweaters. Obviously you knew that Lando wouldn't be as happy, but if you were being honest, you could not care less.

“You’re telling me that we—no, I am going to be wearing that?” Lando softly lifted one of the sweaters, holding it as if it was a bag of 2 weeks old garbage. As if he was going to be infected with something dangerous.

“For our friend’s Christmas party?”

The splash of colors and patterns really confused him; it seems like the designer operated on a whim. Every thing looked out of order and nothing fit together. Like someone had destroyed it and then.

"Come on, it’s not even that bad! The theme was ugly Christmas sweaters, and I picked out the best ones the market had on the hanger, I think they're cute," you stated, defending the sweaters you had bought a week ago.

"This is far from cute! It is horrendous. Your taste in fashion must be very questionable," he scoffed, nonchalantly returning the sweaters to their initial resting place on the chair, so that he did not have to look at them anymore.

"I've practically styled your entire wardrobe, and you've received so many compliments because of me!" you argued back. Now he had gone too far, to question your fashion taste, although you had styled most of his clothes combinations.

"Alright, but your sweater choices are still terrible!" Lando countered.

Ignoring his protests, you insistently hold the sweater in front of him, trying to picture the look despite his puzzled expression. You knew that even if they did not look so good, Lando could pull them off nonetheless.

“Not in a million years will you catch me wearing that. In will never live this outfit down.” Lando declared, hands up in protest.

But, you didn’t care whatsoever, as your determination knew no bounds.

“Stop moving, you're making this harder.”

“What—” he started, but you were already on a mission, determined to make him at least consider the sweater. Even if Lando was a grown man, you needed to put it on him, so that he could see how it looked on him.

“It does suit you.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but you can't just say that by imagining how I'd look in it!”

“Why don't you try it on?” You extended your hand, catching him off guard. His reaction was too slow, and you ended up tossing it at him.

“I'll wait for you.”

Lando sighed loudly, unfolding the sweater and eyeing it with skepticism. He wasn't convinced, but just trying it on wouldn't bee that bad.

“Fine, but don't get your hopes up. It still looks absolutely horrendous.”

As he struggled to put it on, you couldn't help but laugh at the sight. The vibrant colors clashed with his usual style, making it even more amusing. The orange colour he normally would was bright and colourful but this. Absolutely vibrant.

“Ta-da! Happy now?” Lando struck a pose, a mockingly exaggerated smile on his face. You knew that he hated every second of it. Like when he drove and became second and not first, or when his brother hated the last donut that he wanted.

You chuckled, "Look! It doesn't even look that bad! You can totally pull it off. I mean, you can totally pull off everything that somebody gives."

Rolling his eyes, Lando played along with your answers and exclamations.

"Sure, sure. It looks fantastic on me. Just a bunch of silly trees and tiny elves on this sweater with squiggly lines—seriously, what were you thinking when you added this to the cart? It ruined everything good on me."

You shrugged lightly, unfazed by his words. Lando often exaggerated things, and you were accustomed to it. It was nothing unusual for Lando to overreact and overdramatic, things as they were or had been.

“I expect you to stick with this—we've got just two days until the party.”

“But can we not switch—”

In the middle of his sentence, you stood up and walked away into the kitchen to make you a hot cocoa and to go back to your shared bedroom, so you stopped hearing his complaints and overdramatic nature.

Two days later, the day of the Christmas party, you had the exact same conversation, but you knew that Lando could do nothing about it, as he knew that he would do almost everything for you in a heartbeat.

His complaining tone faded as you rushed down the stairs with the matching sweater in your hand. Quickly draping it over your white shirt and white skirt, you settled on the couch in the living room. As you scrolled on your phone to pass the time, you later heard shuffling in the background.

“Ready to go, my handsome man?” you looked up, seeing your boyfriend in the sweater you bought—he hadn’t changed it. You gave him a big smile, rising from your seat, as you wanted to hug him and tell him how good he looked.

“Looking good there, Norris.”

“Keep it up, and I’ll run up the stairs to change,” he teased, soon linking arms with you as you headed towards the door. But you knew that he was just teasing, he would not change as the time was at a limit.

“Honestly, though, I don’t think I look too shabby in this,” he asserted, eliciting a giggle from you.

“What can I say? I have an eye for what works.”

“Maybe you're onto something.”

"Maybe I need to trust you more, with clothes."

"You should."

He opened the door, so he could let you both out and locked the door after you both, but before you could walk to the car, he pulled you into his chest and gave you a romantic long kiss and then pulled away to look into your eyes.

"I love you, angel"

"I love you, handsome."

[gfdazai]

Combing his hair. ♡

Dazai is implied to have a negative mental health episode, established relationship, blah blah blah. GN reader. 750~ish words. I still don't know how to end fics.

Dazai feels broken. Useless. He still hasn't gotten out of bed, and it's 11am. He should've been at work three hours ago, yet he can't find the will to.

He's lying there, wanting to move, but he can't. He can't bother even rolling over to get a drink. The bottles from the previous night lie by his bed, some knocked over, some still standing up.

He forces himself onto his side, trying to ignore the stinging pain of his back, and the pounding, repeating pain of his headache. His groan goes quiet when he hears the front door unlock, open, and shut.

You're here... Again. He did say you could stop by whenever, but he doesn't want to see you right now. Not when he's like this — not when his apartment is like this. He wishes he could shove you out, deep clean and then let you back in.

"Doors open." He barks lazily once he hears you approaching the door. He wants to turn and get up, give you a kiss; but he can't find it in him to even roll over and face the door.

He can barely spare a blink when he hears the door creak open — he's been meaning to get you to fix that. "Osamu?" He slowly blinks, forcing his gaze away from the wall and to your form.

"Bad day?"

"Mm." He hums blankly as an answer, his eyes slowly following you as you get on the bed beside him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He doesn't answer, feeling you move him a little. His head isn't on the pillows anymore, now on your lap. It's a bit of a distraction from him feeling his clothes on his skin.

"...You wanna take a shower?" You question softly, feeling his forehead to check for a fever. He seems colder, rather than burning hot. He shakes his head a smidge.

"Well, uh... I'll admit, I don't know what else to offer." You chuckle, and he melts a little at the sound. You're always so sweet and gentle to him, it makes him nauseous. He doesn't... Deserve this.

"...Can I brush your hair?" You ask softly, placing your hand gently on the back of his head, rubbing your thumb against his messy, greasy hair.

He blinks slowly, forcing himself to nod a little. "Mhm.." He swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. "Please." His voice is weak... Broken, and shaky. Like he hasn't had a drink in the past week... Or maybe that's because he hasn't water in the past 24 hours.

You smile a little, "okay." You say softly, looking over at his nightstand. You grab a dark blue comb, gently sectioning off his hair, before starting to comb through it.

A few minutes pass, and you're onto the next section. "I bought you more crab. Some of it is canned, but I got some of that fancy stuff that you said you wanted last time we went out together." You say. He blinks a few times, clearing his throat halfheartedly.

"...Really?" He mumbles softly. "That's... Too much. I can pay you back." His finger twitches as he starts to force his hands to move, but he stops when you press him back down.

"No, it's really nothing. Think of it as a late, uh... Present for national crab meat day?" You smile a little, and he smiles a little back.

"Oh?... Thank you." He sighs softly, feeling you move onto the next section of his hair.

A few moments pass... "...Are you mad I didn't stop by last night?" He mumbles, his eyes fluttering closed, not wanting to see if he hurt you. He hears you sigh, and his heart drops. This is it — he fucked it all up, he's gonna be alone again, and you'll move on, and he'll end up —

"Of course not. You did say that you might be too busy to stop by." He blinks, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

"...Oh." He mumbles. "I didn't think you'd be so... Okay. About it." He swallows, eyes falling back down to his mattress.

You finish combing his hair, grabbing a hairtie from your pocket and gathering as much of his hair as you can, tying it up. "Ta-da." His heart melts at your giggle.

"Mhm..." He yawns softly, closing his eyes. "Love you." He mumbles, exhaling gently...

"Love you too, 'samu." You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, before leaning back against the headboard, letting the silence play for the both of you.

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

[zhounauts]

OPPOSITE GENDERED FRIENDS? lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı. based on the web drama. . . "the allowed female friend" k.gyuvinx f!reader warnings; jealousy (?) fluff & comedy wc 1.95k

“FEMALE FRIENDS. . .?” you ask, taking another bite out of your noodles.

“yeah,” gyuvin answers, taking a sip of his drink, “just in case you, y’know. . .care,”

“why would i? do you have a lot or something?” you laugh, “i have plenty of guy friends, you don’t care about that right?”. gyuvin shakes his head.

“i have a couple female friends to, and just like you. why would i care? they’re just your friends after all,”

“right! just friends,” you answer excitedly, “it’s crazy how so many people make such a big deal out of it. i mean of course if they’re an ex i get it, but if it’s just a friend from the opposite gender. . .” you sip your water.

“exactly, people who get upset over their boyfriends or girlfriends having opposite gendered friends just don’t—”

“have trust! they’re letting fear get to them!” you finish. gyuvin smiles widely, reaching across the table to playfully give you a high-five.

“i think we might just be made for eachother”

gyuvin holds onto your hand, leading you down the street, as you, without a clue, follow him. you aren’t quite sure where you’re going, but you accept the surprise date and put your trust into gyuvin. yet, you can’t help your curiosity as gyuvin leads you down a smaller, less populated road filled with small shops.

“here,” he stops, standing in front of a small restaurant. he lets go of your hand, doing a little, dorky ta-da before taking your hand again. “this is one of my favorite spots,”

“it’s so cute!” you exclaim, entering the restaurant, “i like it. it’s so intimate,”

“i know right? iseul introduced me tot his place,” he says, “she’s one of my friends, gunwook knows her,”

“ooo, she’s got good taste,” you say. the two of you stand at the entrance, waiting for a waitress to come seat you two. as you wait, you watch as gyuvin snaps a picture of the place, before quickly typing something into his phone. you peek over his shoulder, watching as he sends it to someone. seulie. . .? you think to yourself, you flick your eyes between gyuvin and back to the contact name before shaking it off and greeting the approaching waitress.

“and then do you know what he—”

“oh shoot, sorry,” gyuvin mutters, reaching towards his ringing phone.

“no, no,” you beckon, “go pick up,” he nods, and presses the green accept button. a female voice rings out.

“yah gyuvin! how could you go without me??” she whines, “you must look stupid right now, sitting all alone,”

“i’m not alone iseul,” gyuvin laughs, “i’m with my girlfriend right now,”. gyuvin looks towards you, motioning you to say hi.

“hi! i’m yn,” you greet.

“hiii!” she exclaims, “hope you’re enjoying the food!”

”we are, you’ve got good taste,” you answer.

“of course i do!” she jokes, “oh also, gyuvin, are you coming later tonight or what? don’t be a party pooper and ditch,” you listen in, before your own phone lights up with a message. you grab your phone to read the message, and promptly answer.

“you’re going out tonight right?”

“yeah,” gyuvin answers, “why?”

“i’m going out as well,”

“oh really?” he asks, “with who?”

“a close friend,” you say, “they’re back in korea for break,”

���what are you waiting for? go!” he says, “i’m going out with my friends as well anyways,”

“right,” you answer, giving him a peck on the cheek. “let’s both have fun tonight!”

your date continues, the two of you exchanging animated stories, laughing and giggling with one another. yet, one thing you can’t ignore is the constant buzzing of his phone, and you watch as the same groupchat name lights up over and over again. you furrow your brow.

“you’re dating someone?” eric asks, flipping the pork belly on the grill.

“yeah,” you answer, sipping your coke.

“so. . .he’s okay with us hanging out alone together?” he questions.

“yep,” you say happily, watching the barbecue in front of you.

“wow, he sounds cool,” eric laughs.

“we’re just having trust in one another,” you say simply, “what’s a relationship without trust?”

”pft,” he laughs, “have you gotten wiser as well dating him?” it goes silent between the two of you, only the sizzling of the grill in front of you being heard. “hey, pork’s ready,” you reach your plate out eagerly, smiling as eric cuts up pieces for you. he laughs suddenly.

“you’re cute,”

“what?”

“not like that man,” he says, “like a little sister,” you stare at him unimpressed, shaking your head.

“whatever, let’s dig in already! i'm starving,"

you walk out of the restaurant with eric, shoulder to shoulder, stomach hurting from all the laughing. “stop it!” you gasp through giggles, slapping him on the shoulder. he laughs with you, leaning into your shoulder.

“yn!” you hear, you wipe tears away from your eyes, to see gyuvin standing underneath the street light near the store next door.

“gyuvin!” you exclaim. you turn towards eric, pulling him in for a quick hug goodbye. “let’s meet up another time again,” you say, nudging his shoulder.

“of course,” he answers, giving you a fist bump. you smile one last time at him, before bounding over to your boyfriend. gyuvin wraps an arm around you, as you snuggle into him.

“is that your close friend?”

”yeah, that’s eric,” you answer.

“i didn’t know you were hanging out with a guy,” gyuvin says aimlessly.

“he’s a great guy,” you tell him, “you’re not jealous are you?”

“jealous?” gyuvin gasps, pulling away from you, “you know me yn, how could i be jealous? also who in their right mind would cheat on me of all people?”

you shake your head jokingly at your boyfriend’s big, fat ego.

“just joking, i trust you yn,” he says, “trust is the most important thing!” you smile again, snuggling closer into him. his phone rings, and when he picks up, iseul’s voice rings out.

“ughhh gyuvinnn!” she whines, “why’d you leave so early?”

”i was picking up my girlfriend iseul,” he answers.

“well take her home then come back! i’m expecting you to not disappoint me and the others! come back soon, okay?”

”alright, alright, i’ll come,”

you get back to your house exhausted,. after you had bid gyuvin good night, you showered immediately, and then plopped onto your bed. you pick up your phone from the side table, seeing a new message from gyuvin.

gyu 😼 i’m gonna stay for a bit only, i’ll be back soon

stay however long you want! have fun with your friends!!

♥

you close out of messages, sighing, and then open instagram. you see that gyuvin’s updated his story, his icon appearing first. you click on it, seeing a video from only a couple hours ago when you were still with eric. the phone swivels around the table, revealing gunwook and junhyeon who you recognize and then a group of girls you don't know. he has a lot of female friends doesn’t he?

you shake it off, clicking on the tagged people on the stories. with that, you enter a rabbit hole, going through profile after profile, and iseul's catches your eye the most.

it's filled with pictures of your boyfriend, at restaurants, cafes, amusement parks, and even an arcade. you furrow your brows, as a story pops up from her. you click it fast, maybe too fast, but you don’t care as it opens to show another video of your boyfriend sandwiched between gunwook and iseul, who’s awfully close to him. you can’t help but frown slightly, before shaking it off once again.

what the hell? trust, yn, trust

the next day, you wake up to a flurry of texts from gyuvin, leaving you smiling. you answer every single one of them, and he responds quickly, the two of you agreeing to meet up at the park. yet, when you arrive at the park, the thing you don't expect is to see gyuvin talking to someone else. a girl. iseul.

“gyuvin!” you exclaim, speeding up. he turns around, a wide smile adorning his face as he sees you. you hug him, before turning to the girl in front of him.

“ah, this is iseul,” gyuvin says, “iseul, this is my girlfriend, yn,”

“nice to meet you!” you say cheerily, or atleast you try to sound like it. she smiles back.

“you’re so pretty! so you’re the girl gyuvin’s been ditching us for,” she jokes. yet, it leaves a slightly bad taste in your mouth that you can’t explain.

“you to!” you answer, “i love your nails,”

“well, i’m glad you two got to meet each other,” gyuvin interrupts, “but we’ve got a date to—”

“there’s something in your hair,” you say, pointing to iseul. she reaches to her hair, patting the wrong spot.

“oh, wrong spot,” gyuvin says, tousling her hair for her, removing the leaf. you can’t help but freeze, watching it. words were one thing, but physical touch was a whole other thing. “it’s gone now, but like i said. we gotta go, see you later!” iseul waves at the two of you, giving you a small smile which you return, before you turn around to leave.

it’s silent between you and gyuvin, as you sit at a table in the corner of the cafe. two of you share a cheesecake in front of you, as you sip your mocha.

“you’re meeting iseul later?”

“i’m helping her move some stuff,” he answers.

“oh,” you say.

“you okay with it?” he asks, taking another bite of the cheesecake, “this is so good,”. you don’t answer, only zoning out. “yn?” you give him an apologetic smile, picking up your own fork to take a bite of the cake.

“are you okay?” he asks, setting his drink down.

“well. . .” you start, “do you really have to go?”

“what?’ he asks, surprise evident.

“nevermind, that was silly—”

”do you not want me to?”

“. . .” you stop, taking a sip of your drink once again. you don’t want to come off as possessive, yet the thought of gyuvin being alone with only her, and at her house of all places bothered you. you couldn’t deny your jealousy any longer, and you shake your head, “it’s you two alone. . .and at her house. . .” you trail off.

“you ate out with that guy alone,” he says suddenly.

“what?”

”eric or whatever his name was. . .” gyuvin mutters, twirling his fork.

“you have her contact as seulie, and she’s pretty,” you bring up.

“he was good looking as well,” gyuvin retorts.

“you were fine when you picked me up and saw him?”

”i wasn’t,” he confesses simply. the two of you blink at each other owlishly, “i was just pretending,”

“you were. . .pretending?”

“you didn’t know?” you shake your head.

“you’re a good actor,”

“thanks,” he says, “you to,”

“thanks,” it goes silent between the two of you once again, the both of you simultaneously taking sips out of your respective drinks.

“how about we do this,” gyuvin says, putting his cup down, “if you don’t see him, i won’t see her,”.

“completely?”

”what do you want?”

”I don’t like you seeing her,”

“then i won’t,”

“okay,”

“sounds good, yeah,”

“yep,” the two of you nod assertively, before dapping each other up in agreement. gyuvin grabs his phone.

“i’m cancelling with her right now,”

“me to,” you answer, texting eric. the two of you put your phones down in sync, and then nod again. then the two of you dap each other up again.

“i feel like we should stop doing that,”

“yep,”

“yep,”

networks: @a-dream-bookmark @zumblrnet

a/n my hells kitchen phase has ended, and now have fallen into a rabbit hole of korean and chinese web dramas. . .i saw this one and i thought of writhing it for gyuvin, hope you enjoy !!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hello, can I request an ftm reader who just finished his transition, but the team (except Hotch) didn't know he was ftm, so they are confused when they see the reader super happy and Hotch congratulates him for finishing his operations/transition ?

Have a nice day !!!

A/N: Hiya, sorry this isn't too long, but hopefully you enjoy it!

Warnings: none? Reader's had a surgery but a good one

You grinned, walking into the bullpen practically beaming and with a confidence the team had not seen before. You had taken two months off, with a vague explanation of ‘medical stuff, but don’t worry guys, nothing’s wrong’. This, of course posed more questions than answered them. 

“Hi guys!” You chimed, it was your first day back. Granted, you were still on light work for a few weeks to ensure you were fully recovered before taking any unsubs down. 

“Looks like someone’s up and ready to fight crime!” Garcia cheered loudly, immediately embracing you in a hug. You hugged back. “Oh how we’ve missed you!”

“I missed you all too.” You smiled.

“(Y/N), it’s good to see you.” Hotch greeted, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you sir,” You beamed. 

“How does it feel?”

“Good. It feels really good.” You gave a soft smirk, “One could say it’s a weight off my chest.” 

Morgan frowned slightly, looking between the two of you. “Alright, what’s going on?”

“I’ve completed my transition, that’s right folks, like the Pokémon I have evolved.”

“I’m so confused.” Spencer whispered quietly.

You give a quiet laugh, “I’m trans, and this was my last operation and now I’ve completed my transition,”

“Give us a twirl!” Garcia grinned as the others congratulated you. 

You did so, twirling. “Ta-da.” 

“Handsome as ever.” You give a laugh at Garcia’s words.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” You said, slightly sheepish. “I wasn’t exactly sure how to broach the subject.”

“I mean, Pokémon was a good way to do it.” Prentiss said.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve explained it worse.”

“That I could believe.” 

[agaypanic]

Benny x female reader where he puts a love potion spell on her to make her fall in love with him but to his shock it doesn't work and take effect because she already loves him

A Faulty Love Potion (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Deeply in love with you, Benny uses a temporary love spell on you to feel what it would be like if you loved him back. But for some reason, you don’t act any different.

A/N: tbh i was gonna just link a benny x reader i already wrote that involves a love potion, but i figured this was different enough for me to write 

***

“Benny, are you sure you should be doing this?” Ethan asked as he watched his best friend cook up his latest concoction.

“E, it’s fine,” Benny responded, not taking his eyes off the bubbly mixture. “It’s a way toned-down version of the last love potion we tried, and this is only for twenty-four hours. Just enough for me to bask in the experience of Y/n loving me. Plus, once the twenty-four hours are up, she won’t remember any of it, so it won’t ruin our friendship.”

“Why not just ask her on a date or something? That would be way less trouble.”

“Sure, but this is way more fun,” Benny said, bottling the potion and holding it up proudly to Ethan’s view. “Ta-da!”

At school the next day, you found Benny hanging around your locker. It seemed like he was trying not to look suspicious, immediately making you suspicious of him.

“Hey Benny…” You greeted, wondering what he was up to. 

“Hey, Y/n!” He responded excitedly. You raised a brow before looking away to open your locker. 

“What did you do this time?” You asked, earning an offended and dramatic gasp.

“Why do you assume I’ve done something?” You gave Benny a knowing look, and he dropped the act, fishing around for something in his bag. “Okay, okay. But it’s nothing bad this time. Look!”

You glanced over to see a vial of glittery liquid in Benny’s hand. He handed it over for you to inspect.

“It’s perfume,” Benny answered your question before you could ask it. “It’s for science class. Wanna try it?”

“I don’t know. Does it smell rancid?” You joked, laughing at Benny’s adorable eye roll. “You’re lucky I love ya.” You laughed, taking the cap off of the vial. Benny’s heart skipped a beat at the statement, wishing you meant it the way he wanted. But soon you would, because you took a small testing sniff of the contents. Deeming it okay, you took a deeper inhale.

Benny waited for some kind of change in behavior; he thought he’d be able to notice the light love potion take effect. But instead, he watched you nod and put the cap back on.

“I like it. Good job.” You handed the vial back to Benny, who reveled in the contact of your hand touching his as you returned the perfume. “Kinda smells like you.”

“Me?” Benny asked curiously. Of course, the potion would make you think of him, considering it was made so you would fall in love with him. But he didn’t think that it would smell like him, or that you would recognize his scent. Benny wasn’t even aware he had much of a scent.

“Yeah.” You nodded, giving him a small smile. “I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s really good.” The bell rang, unfortunately cutting your conversation short. “I gotta go. See you later, Bens.” 

You shut your locker and walked off, leaving Benny confused.

***

Benny spent the rest of the day wondering why you were acting the same you did any other day. The potion should’ve worked. Even if it was toned down, he thought you would have at least had a noticeable change in behavior, whether it was small or not.

When he talked to Ethan about this, he was just told that he probably made the potion wrong. But Benny was sure that he did it right. 

The following day, Benny decided to tell you about his little magic attempt. After all, you’d forget about it once the twenty-four hours were up. He could confess, and then you’d forget it even happened, saving your friendship even though it meant Benny would have to suffer in silence again.

“Hey, Y/n.” Benny greeted you at your locker once again. He looked at his watch, seeing that he had five minutes to do what he wanted to do.

“Hey, Benny.” You responded, smiling at him brightly. “How’d your little science experiment go?”

“Fine.” He said, albeit a bit disappointedly. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Um… I kinda lied when I told you that was for science class.”

“Oh?” You looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

“That perfume was actually… a love potion.”

“What?” You didn’t sound mad, thankfully, just a bit confused. “Why would you lie to me about that?”

“Because I really like you… Maybe even love.” Benny looked at his watch again. Three minutes left. “And I wanted to know what it would feel like if you felt the same, even if it was just for a little while. But nothing happened; you acted just like you normally do.”

You should’ve been mad at Benny. He tried to make you fall in love with him, even though it was temporary. But instead, you laughed.

“Well, of course it didn’t work, Benny.”

“What do you mean?”

“I already love you, doofus.” Benny looked stunned by your casual tone. You set your hands on his shoulders and stepped closer, hoping to ground him. “Of course, I’d act the same.”

“You love me?” Benny asked, seemingly in some kind of daze. You nodded, and his hands found their way to your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.” You answered simply, face heating up from being chest to chest with Benny. Benny’s lips gravitated to yours, kissing you somewhat shyly. You kissed back eagerly, although you tried to keep the affection tame as you remembered where you were. 

Suddenly, Benny pulled away, making you frown.

“You’re gonna forget all of this.” He whispered, tone saddened with the realization. You furrowed your brow, about to ask him what he was talking about, but he continued. “The potion will make you forget this happened once the twenty-four hours are up.” You must’ve been out of time based on how urgent he sounded.

“Then make me remember.” You said, and before Benny could ask for more clarification, you pulled him back in for another kiss.

When the potion’s effects had worn off, you pulled away from Benny confusedly. You were about to ask him what had just happened, but he interrupted you.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“What?”

“I love you.” Caught up in the moment, Benny kissed you once more. Although you were wondering why you couldn’t remember what had been going on, you reciprocated the contact.

“I love you too, Bens.” You muttered against his lips, your little display of affection soon being interrupted by the ringing of the school bell.

[babygirl-diaz]

Heart to Heart to Heart

This fic is dedicated to the anon who sent me an ask saying "Don't write poly, it's a sin." I wish you a pleasant day and enjoy your fic!

***

It was their one-month anniversary and Eddie wasn't sure Buck and Tommy even remembered it. Or if they even wanted to celebrate it. He was too embarrassed to ask. This was his first relationship with two other people and he was so into them. They lit up his entire world and made him feel something no other relationship ever did.

"What's wrong?"

Eddie looked up to see Hen giving him a concerned look.

"Nothing," Eddie shook his head.

"Sure looks like something," Hen replied and sat down next to him on the sofa. "Is everything okay with Buck and Tommy?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just- just-" Eddie sighed before saying, "-When I was with Shannon, we kinda celebrated every little milestone we had. From our first month together to our first kiss, etc. And I loved that. I loved having a silly little anniversary for everything. And the smile it brought to Shanon's face always made my day better."

Hen nodded along but it was clear from her expression that she didn't quite get where Eddie was going with this.

"-It's my one-month anniversary with Buck and Tommy," he explained.

"And you wanna celebrate it?" Hen asked and a small smile twitched on her lips.

"I do," Eddie replied. "I really do."

"Then go for it. What's the problem?" Hen continued to ask.

"You have to understand, I've never been in a relationship with a man before, let alone two men. So I'm just wondering if they're gonna wanna celebrate it or they'll find the whole thing ridiculous," Eddie replied and looked down at his hands.

"Well, you'll never know if you don't ask," Hen told him.

"But what if they laugh at me?" Eddie asked and couldn't help but pout a little.

"Then do you really wanna be with them?" Hen asked.

Eddie was taken aback by that question, but he knew Hen was right.

That evening, Eddie stopped by a flower shop and bought two bouquets, one for Buck and another for Tommy. They were simple bouquets of red roses because he was cheesy like that.

They were going to meet at Tommy's that night and when Eddie reached his house, he stayed in the truck a little longer than necessary, just looking at the flowers on the passenger seat. He wondered if he should take them. In the end, he just said fuck it and took the bouquets with him. He knocked on Tommy's door and waited patiently for him to answer.

"Hey, baby," Tommy greeted him cheerily after opening the door.

"Hey," Eddie replied awkwardly.

"Hey, Eds!" Buck appeared behind Tommy. "What's wrong?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"Nothing," Eddie tried to assure him. "Um... I got these for you two!" He quickly told them, handing them the bouquets.

Both of their faces lit up like Christmas trees as they took the flowers from him.

"For our first month anniversary?" Tommy asked.

That took Eddie aback. "You remembered?"

"Of course we did! Doh!" Buck chuckled and stepped aside to let Eddie in.

Once Eddie was inside, both Buck and Tommy planted a kiss on each of his cheeks.

Eddie blushed profusely at that.

"Come on, gotta show you something." Buck took Eddie's hand and led him to the living room.

Eddie turned around to look at Tommy for answers but he just shrugged.

"Ta-da!"

Eddie's eyes widened when he saw the scene before him. There was a table set up for the three of them with all sorts of food and a candle in the middle of the table. There were also two sets of the same red rose bouquet sitting on the table. "Wh-" He started to say in disbelief.

"Happy anniversary, baby!" Tommy said in his ear after wrapping his arms around Eddie's middle.

"I can't believe you guys did this!" Eddie said.

Buck wrapped his arm around Eddie from the front, sandwiching him between himself and Tommy. He kissed Eddie's forehead, making him smile. "You love anniversaries. So could we not celebrate our very first one?"

"How did you know I love anniversaries?" Eddie looked at him confused.

"You told me, silly. Don't you remember?" Buck asked.

"I did?"

"Yeah, you were once telling me about Shannon and how you two enjoyed celebrating every little anniversary together," Buck replied.

"So we figured we should continue the tradition," Tommy added, kissing behind Eddie's ear.

"You two-" Eddie started to say but he really teared up this time. "I can't believe-"

"Well, you better believe, baby," Buck told him and kissed his forehead. "And the best part is that we all ended up bringing each other red roses. We're such saps."

"That we are," Tommy agreed. "There's another first time we haven't had yet. At least not with you," he said pulling away from Eddie.

Buck did too and wrapped his arm around Tommy's waist instead, pulling him close.

"I- I'm still not ready," Eddie told them awkwardly and shifted from one foot to another.

"That's not what we meant, baby," Buck assured him.

Eddie looked at them confused and Tommy chuckled before saying, "Our first kiss. We haven't had that yet."

"But we've kissed before," Eddie told them, still feeling confused.

"Yeah, we kissed at Maddie's wedding when you pulled both of us close and planted a sloppy kiss on our lips. But I am talking about our first proper kiss, where you let us explore that pretty mouth of yours," Buck suggested.

Eddie looked between the two of them and blushed again.

"We of course don't have to if you're not ready," Tommy quickly assured him.

"Yeah, of course not," Buck added.

"No, no, I am ready. I want it. I just- I didn't realize that we haven't kissed since the wedding," Eddie replied.

Buck and Tommy looked at each other before taking each of Eddie's hands and leading him to the couch. They all sat down and Buck pulled Eddie into his lap.

"Do you wanna go first?" Buck asked Tommy.

"No, be my guest," Tommy replied and kissed Buck once.

Eddie felt his heart thrum in his chest as he watched them kiss.

Buck then pulled away and tilted Eddie's chin up, bringing him forward, and kissing him. It was a slow kiss. Very different from the one he shared with Buck and Tommy a month ago. He opened his mouth when Buck's tongue traced his lips and let him in. Buck was respectful and didn't push Eddie. He rested his hands on Eddie's waist and left them there. He also let Eddie set the pace of the kiss. Eddie felt like his whole body was on fire. He grasped onto Buck's shirt and pulled him closer so that he could feel his body and his heart pressed against him. They soon parted for air and looked at each other. "You good?" Buck asked.

"Better than good," Eddie replied and wondered if his lips were swollen just like Buck's.

"Holy shit, that was hot," Tommy chimed in. "I don't know if I'm ready to follow that."

"Tommy just shut up and kiss me," Eddie told him, feeling a bit more confident, and slipped into his lap instead, straddling him.

"God, you're so beautiful," Tommy pointed out and stroked his cheek with his thumb and pointer finger.

Eddie leaned in and kissed him instead. Tommy's arms wound around Eddie's waist and he pulled him closer as he kissed him. Like Buck, he took it slow as well. His lips were rougher than Buck's and waited for Eddie to let him in out of his own will. But when Eddie let him in, it almost felt like he was ready to consume him. His tongue wet and heavy in Eddie's mouth, explored every inch of it and he drew out moans from him, which he then swallowed back. They kept kissing for what seemed like hours before coming up for air.

Eddie felt dazed after kissing him. "You two are going to be the death of me," he told them when he found his voice again.

[giesswrites2]

ೃ ⋆｡˚. ABBY ANDERSON X AFAB!READER .ೃ࿔* WARNINGS! reader celebrates christmas & mild cursing

GLANCING AROUND AT YOUR APARTMENT to add any final touches, you sighed in satisfaction at your efforts. you had spent the entire day decorating it in preparation for abby’s visit. your roommate, dina, had left to spend hanukkah with her family, which meant you would have the apartment to yourself for eight days. in hindsight, you might’ve gone the slightest bit overboard with the cleaning frenzy and christmas decorations but it wasn’t exactly common for abby to spend more than a night or two.

perking up at the sound of a knock on the door, you squealed softly as you rushed to answer it. swinging the door open, you grinned excitedly at the sight of your girlfriend, throwing your arms around her and pulling her into a tight embrace. you groaning as her cold, wet coat made contact with your skin and tried to pull away but abby only laughed, wrapping her arms around your waist and squeezing you closer.

“you’re freezing!” you whined as the snow on her coat dampened your shirt.

“oh no, am i?” abby teased, hugging you tighter. you squirmed until she loosens her hold on you, drawing her head back to meet your eyes and smiling warmly. “hey baby,” she greeted softly, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips,

“hi,” you smiled against the kiss, ignoring the goosebumps trailing up your arms in favor of reaching up to pull her snow coated beanie over her eyes. pulling away from the kiss, you grabbed hold of her gloved hands. “i have a surprise for you.”

“oh, a surprise?” abby questioned curiously, allowing you to lead her inside your apartment. “it isn’t another santa lingerie, is it? the beard really threw me off last year.”

“no, definitely not.” you laughed at the memory, shutting the door behind her. you led her over to the kitchen, where two mugs of hot cocoa were waiting, along with a tray of freshly toasted treats from a bakery that sat just on the outskirts of town. abby was always raving about how you two needed to visit again but your schedules hadn’t allowed for it recently. "take the beanie off," you bit your lip, dropping her hands in favor of adjusting the mugs.

abby's hand reached up to slide the beanie off her head. a smile broke out on her lips, "baby…how the hell did you get these? aren’t they closed for the holidays?”

“mhm, which is why i ordered a box from them in advance!” you smiled proudly at your efforts. “we have enough pastries to last us all week.”

“babe—”

“wait, there’s more!” you cut her off, covering her eyes with your hands to guide her into the living room, where you position her right in front of your meticulously decorated christmas tree. “keep those eyes closed!” you demanded, rushing to turn on the tree’s lights on.

“they’re closed,” abby hummed in amusement, taking the opportunity to shrug off her backpack and set it down cautiously.

“ta-da!” you exclaimed, taking the gloves from her hands and watching her pretty face light up at the sight.

abby smiled up the twinkling christmas tree, recognizing the ornament she had gifted you last year sitting front and center on the tree. “how long did this take you?” abby asked softly, pulling her gloves off.

“that doesn’t matter,” you waved her off, taking her gloves from her and setting them on the coffee table. you’ve been up since five in the morning. “close your eyes again, there’s one last thing!”

“babe,” abby laughed and closed her eyes, allowing you to lead her to the final stop. you positioned her right in front of the electric fireplace and took your hands off with a smile.

“okay, you can open them.”

abby’s eyes opened and immediately locked onto the two stockings hung side by side, specifically on the one embroidered with her name. abby wordlessly stepped forward and grabbed the stocking, simply admiring it. she recalled a brief yet…vulnerable conversation she had with owen just a few years prior—“i wish someone loved me enough to make me a stocking.”

you quietly watched abby, waiting for her to say something. instead, she simply stood in place with the stocking in her hand. “do you like it?” you asked hopefully, unable to gauge her expression. “oh fuck, you think it’s corny, don’t you?”

“no, not at all.” abby looked over at you with an earnest expression, letting go of the stocking. “c’mere.”

a smile broke onto your features as you giddily slid into her embrace, hugging her tightly. “merry christmas, abs.”

“merry christmas,” abby whispered against your hair and pressed a kiss on your temple. you closed your eyes, basking in her warmth. abby chuckled when you made no attempt at letting go.“you wanna stay like this for a bit?”

“yeah.”

“okay.”

A/N — SORRY FOR THE TYPOS I WANTED TO POST AN ABBY CHRSITMAS SHORT IMAGINE THING. HOPE YOU ENOYED

[momijimanjuu]

wish その願い

academy's undercover professor

ludger x reader

where you drag ludger out for a moment of relaxation

“… Why am I here?” 

Ludger glanced around, finding himself in a grass field. He turned to you.

“Oh come on. You have been doing nothing but work for the entire day. I am doing you a favour by getting you some fresh air!”

“I believe a favour is something one does to help the other.”

“Correct. And I am helping you!” You laughed.

‘In what way?’ Ludger wondered. He was drawing up his next lesson plans in his office when you suddenly barged in and dragged him away by his sleeve, muttering something about ‘doing too much work’. He shook his head at that recollection, and silently prayed that Sedina, the unfortunate witness, did not interpret this as a kidnapping of her superior by a fellow professor.

‘Too much work?’ Ludger himself had never thought of it this way. He was used to such a life, even before Ceoren, even before coming to this world. Back then, he had spent all his time studying. 

‘Back then, I wanted so much to escape from mother’s religious teachings…’ 

So much that he never really had a chance to- 

“Slow down and take a breath. Even if it is just for today!” Your voice chimed in his ears. 

“…!!”

Ludger’s eyes widened slightly, as he slowly turned to face you. There you were, your figure illuminated by the warm glow of the setting sun. At that moment, your hair fluttered gently against the breeze. 

That same gust of wind reached Ludger, who slightly raised his arm against it.

It was such a simple sight, even more so for someone who had travelled around this world for the past 20 years. Yet such a simple sight somehow stirred his emotions. He could only stand dumbfounded, remaining still as you made your way towards him. 

“Ta da!” You shoved a bundle of something into his face. 

Ludger blinked at the bundle of blue flowers you had gathered in front of him, its sweet scent drifted in the air. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a tug on his sleeve.

“Come! Sit down!” You instructed. Ludger complied.

‘She’s just like Teacher…’ Ludger mused internally, recalling all those times when he had to do Grander’s bidding. 

Another tug that was now felt on his hair prodded him back to reality. Instinctively, he tried to turn around. 

“Don’t move! Or it won’t look nice.” Your voice came from behind. 

‘What won’t look nice?’ He pondered. But his question was quickly answered as he felt his hair being weaved into a braid. 

As you braided his hair, you can’t help but notice how silky and smooth it was. “Hey. What exactly did you do to make your hair like this?”, you questioned. 

“I did not do anything.” Came the reply. 

“Tch. God is unfair”

‘… She is’ Ludger can’t help but agree wryly.

“Done!” You gently let go of Ludger’s hair, and stood up for a better look at your masterpiece. 

Surrounded by tiny blue flowers, sat the man known as Ludger Cherish. His raven hair that was usually pulled back was now in a French braid, decorated with the same flowers that surrounded him. As the man turned around, your can’t help but gape at how the light reflected off his sapphire orbs. Against the setting sun, it almost seemed to glow red. A red flower in the middle of a flower field. 

“You are like a giant flower!” 

“Please don’t give me weird names.” 

“Pfft” You chuckled. You spread out your arms and let yourself fall onto the ground. With a soft thud, your landing sent some tiny petals into the air. As you inhaled the scent of the soil, you gazed at the sky. 

“Look, the moon is coming up” 

“I can see that” 

“You must lie down to see it properly” 

“There is no need. I can strengthen my eyes with-“

“That beats the fun! Come lie down!” 

Ludger glanced at you, wondering if you were serious. But when he saw those clear eyes of yours, he sighed. 

“… Just this once”. He mumbled as he stiffly uncrossed his legs and lowered his back to the ground. You stifled your laughter, having never seen a more reluctant act.

‘Oi’ 

Ludger shot you a look.

“What’s so-”

“Look, a shooting star!”

Your exclamation drew Ludger’s attention to the night sky.

As he looked up, a silvery streak shot through the sky, illuminating the path it travelled. 

‘…’

The vast darkness that he had been expecting with was now a deep blue, draped by a blanket of stars. It was as if someone had spilled a jar of jewels. Ludger blinked at the sight, trying to take in everything. At the same time, that one nursery song from his previous life played in his mind.

‘They really are like diamonds’

“What did you wish for?” You turned to face him. 

“Wish…” he returned a blank stare. 

You noticed how he had just recovered from being literally starstruck, and chuckled. 

“Then I shall go first! My wish was… ” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them.

‘Once this is all over’ 

“May the world be a place where you can smile at in the end”

As the words left your lips, Ludger froze slightly. 

‘This world…’ 

‘Is it even possible? Will I-‘ 

His thoughts were interrupted by you, who placed your palm in front of him. In the centre of your palm was a glowing four leaf clover, it emitted a silvery light, reminiscent of the stars. Unconsciously, Ludger reached out to it. As his fingers made contact with the clover, it burst into a trail of light, scattering into the air. 

“It will certainly be the case!” You spoke confidently. “Especially so with my good luck spell!”

Your words were met with a sharp intake of breath. Then.

“Pfft” A chuckle, followed by a soft, genuine laughter.

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. There was the man known as Ludger Cherish, now with a gentle expression, a soft smile gracing his features. 

“Thank you.”

‘May that be the case’

Extras-

The next day on Akashic Terminal:

“Yesterday night I saw Professor Ludger walking around with a flower braid!” 

"I saw it too! He looked, quite cute?"

"Ehh? Is it true?"

"Impossible"

“… Did you guys study too much?” 

“You guys must have hit your head too hard”

“The academy's counselling hotline is right here...”

"But I saw it!!"

Meanwhile, in your class:

The students glanced down at their lecture handouts.

'Are those... petals on our worksheet?'

nice to meet you! this is my first time here~ i've recently been reading the academy's undercover professor and i really liked the story so far! somehow I had the inspiration to write this one! its my first time writing such things, so i hope it was alright! ><

feel free to ask me anything or send any prompts! maybe i can write them!

-momiji 🍁

[millersdjarin]

Some Invisible String

Chapter III: Your Smile, My Ghost

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (afab)

Rating: E (eventually)

Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn't know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he's too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers.

Chapter length: 3.4k

Warnings/Tags: injury recovery, light angst

notes: hello, hope u enjoy! love and appreciate you <3

I’m starting to think that opting to look after myself wasn’t the best idea. 

I have to pee. Like, really badly. But every time I try to get up my leg just hurts so damn much. The bathroom is across the hall, and it’s cold outside of my bed, and I’m hungry and thirsty with no way of asking for any help, because no one’s around. At least, not anyone that I feel comfortable enough to say Hey, I have to pee, can you help me to the bathroom? to.

A part of me thinks how horrific this would be if I didn’t have anyone to fall back on for help. But it’s kind of irrelevant, because if I didn’t, I’d already be dead. So.

Angela catches me in a moment of shame as I try and fail to hobble out of the room. One of my crutches clatters to the ground and I can’t fucking get it because that entire side of my body hurts, and if I lean down, I think I’m going to pass out from it. 

Angela rushes towards me and grabs it for me. “Here,” she says. “Why are you up?” 

“I…bathroom,” I answer. 

She nods and puts her arm around my shoulders to help me through the hall. “Still in a lot of pain, then?” 

“Yeah.” We save painkillers until night time, so it helps me get some sleep. In the day, the pain has full rein over me.

When I’m done peeing, she takes me back to my room and sits me down on the bed. “Have you eaten?” 

“No.” 

“I’ll get you some food,” she looks at the night stand and sees the three empty glasses of water. “Water, too.” 

“Thank you.” I’m out of breath. Everything hurts, and I’m so weak that I feel like a stranger in my own body. 

“The worst of it should pass soon,” Angela assures me. “It’s only been a few days. The bruising was pretty significant. Once that starts to heal, you’ll be on the up.” 

I nod, though it’s hard to imagine ever being out of pain again. 

Angela hesitates. Then, “Are you sure you’re okay to stay here? I can take you back to my office if it’s easier for you, or I know Joel or Tommy would still be happy to have you until you’re back on your feet…” 

Closing my eyes, I sigh, leaning on one of the crutches’ handles. I don’t want to admit defeat and accept help. I want to know that I can survive on my own. I need to know that. 

But I can’t. If I ever want to survive on my own again, I need to recover quickly. And to do that, I can’t be alone right now. 

“You think they’d still be up for it?” I ask, keeping my eyes shut because I’m just so embarrassed by the whole thing. 

“Honey, Joel asks me about it every damn day. Damn near got angry with me when I told him you seemed happy here,” she chuckles. “You want me to ask Joel, or Tommy?” 

“Joel,” I sigh, reluctant. “Joel. Please.” 

Angela nods, clearly pleased that I’ve finally decided to accept help. “I’ll bring you some food. Then I’m sure Joel and Ellie will be over.” 

By night time, they’ve got me all set up in their living room. 

I can’t manage the stairs to the guest bedroom, so I sit on the armchair while Joel and Ellie set up a bed for me on the couch. Ellie bolsters it with extra pillows from the sofa in the garage, and spreads a clean sheet out over the cushions. Joel hands her a duvet that is probably the cleanest duvet I’ve seen since the outbreak and she spreads it out on top of her work, then finishes it with several pillows.

“Ta-da,” Ellie says, presenting it with her hand and a smile. “I hope it’s comfortable. Joel’s fallen asleep on it a few times by now, but that could just be ’cause he’s old.” 

Joel ignores her teasing, coming in with hot mugs of tea. 

In all the experiences I had with Joel a decade ago, I’ve never experienced something quite so…normal. So pre-outbreak. In this moment, he’s just a guy welcoming a guest to his house for the night with some tea and a nice, comforting fire in the fireplace. His shirt is dark green and washed well, not a drop of blood and barely a speck of dirt on the fabric. His hair looks a little long still, but neat, like he’s brushed it or even trimmed it, and his beard is the best I’ve seen it look since I got here. 

“Hope you like chamomile,” Joel says wryly as he puts the mugs down on the coffee table. It’s just so fucking weird to see this. I love it. 

“I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to see the menu first,” I retort. 

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Sorry, ma’am. I’ll be sure to mention your complaint to the manager.” 

Ellie plops down on the end of the sofa she’s made up for me and grabs one of the mugs. “Do you mind if I sit here for a bit?” 

“You can lie down if you need,” Joel offers me, handing me the second mug. Steam billows up into my face. I haven’t smelled herbal tea in a long time. 

“I’m alright,” I smile, finding that I mean it. It’s warmer here than it was at the inn. The fire casts such a warm glow throughout the room, combined with the few table lamps that they’ve got scattered about the place. The living room is attached to the kitchen with an arch, the back window looking out at other houses beyond, all lit up with dim orange lights. I’ve not seen anything like this before. 

“I’m glad you decided to stay with us,” Ellie says. “The inn’s nice, and all, but this is better.” 

“Are you hungry?” Joel asks. 

I shake my head. 

“You need anythin’?” 

His concern is comforting and jarring all at once. After what I did to him and Tommy, after just up and leaving in the middle of the night, I’d expected him to hate me. To be angry at me. To at least have questions for me before telling me he’d moved on, from it and from me. “I’m…actually good,” I answer. “Thank you. For letting me stay.” 

Joel nods. He sits on the armchair next to mine, his legs spread with his elbows resting on them. His hands wring together, all callouses and bruises. Still I want to run my fingers over each bruise, each scar. Just like before. Nothing has changed. 

I thought leaving would make it better.

He leans forward, wordless, and picks up his mug. 

For a while, we just drink in silence. It’s nice, but something is hanging in the air that I don’t know what to do with.

“Ellie,” Joel’s voice comes up into the quiet, surprising me. “You mind givin’ us a minute?” 

Ellie looks between us once, then gets up. “I’ll be in my room.” 

Once she’s up the stairs, I look to Joel, a little wide-eyed. His leg is bouncing up and down a little, and I know that means that he wants to say something but isn’t sure how. 

“Out with it,” I say softly. 

A sad smile twitches at the corner of his lips closest to me. The firelight flickers golden against his skin, makes his beard look all the one colour. “Always did know how to read me,” he says to the floor. 

I gulp. My mouth is dry, so I take a sip of tea. God, it’s so nice. He still doesn’t say anything, though. “Joel,” I say, “I understand if you’re…angry at me. I mean—whatever you feel about me, it’s okay. I understand. I screwed you over back then, and I…” I fade off when Joel starts to shake his head. 

“You don’t know what I feel,” he says. Stares down at his mug.

He’s right. 

“No,” I say, “I don’t.” And I don’t expect him to tell me. 

Silence lingers on for another few minutes. I think about taking another sip of tea, about shifting in my seat or even trying to say something into the quiet. But it’s all I can do to stare at him, to take in the side profile of his face, his presence, things I never thought I’d see or feel again. 

“Why’d you do it?” He asks then, unexpectedly. 

“Why’d I do what?” 

His eyes haven’t moved from his tea. “Why’d you leave?” 

Heavily, I swallow. Thinking of the letter, of my smudged handwriting, the way my hands shook. The way I hesitated before I tossed it into the fire. The way I looked at Joel’s sleeping form before taking off, second guessing my decision for just that split second. My heart had ached at the sight of him, and that’s how I knew I needed to go. 

Because, during the apocalypse, you can’t afford to fall in love. 

I thought it was safer, back then, to not tell him why. There was a tiny chance that he felt the same, and if he did, he might have tried to come after me. And the worst part was: I wanted him to. 

“Do you really want to know?” I ask. Because, if he does, I’ll tell him the truth. He deserves that. After all this time, he deserves that. 

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.” 

Okay. 

Okay. 

This is fine. 

Staring down at my own mug now, I exhale, trying not to shake. “You know that in times like these, caring for someone is what gets you killed,” I start. "Especially the way we lived back then."

“I…guess.” 

“You don’t agree?” 

“I…it’s complicated.”

Great. Because we all need it more complicated. “Ellie told me about Tess,” I say, not really sure why that’s the direction I’m going in. 

He freezes. “Why are you bringing that up?” 

“Because you know. You know that caring about someone is dangerous.” 

“How the hell is Tess relevant? I’m asking about why you left me. Years before Tess. Years before any of this.” He’s getting frustrated, and he turns his head towards me, just about meeting my eyes. The fire is reflected in his. “She ain’t the only one I’ve ever cared about since this shit started.” 

“I know. You’ve got Tommy. Ellie now.…” 

“That’s not who I meant.” 

I swallow again, forcing back the nervous tears. “Well. I…Joel…” 

“Just tell me,” he growls. “Please, just tell me. It ain’t bad enough that I’ve been wonderin’ for all these years, that when you didn’t come back I thought you were dead and all this time I assumed—”

“I had feelings for you,” I blurt out. He freezes again, this time with his eyes on me, staring with his head tilted slightly towards me. His body still faces the rest of the room, but it feels like he’s closer to me, like he’s all I can feel around me. 

“What?” 

My breaths are trembling. “I had feelings for you. There. See? You see now why I had to leave?” 

“I…no,” he frowns. “No, I don’t.” 

My eyebrows raise, incredulous. “It was dangerous, Joel! You always used to say that you had to keep your distance from people. We used to say that. I know you know what I’m talking about. I know you, Joel, or at least I used to. Having people close isn’t—isn’t something that feels safe. For either of us. And feelings like that? They’re impossible to get away from. I couldn’t take the risk that it’d put us—you—in danger.” 

He looks away, and I wish he wouldn’t. 

I just stare at him. Breathless. Wishing I had something more coherent to say. “Joel…” my voice comes out quieter than I’d thought it would. “I didn’t want to leave. I just wanted to protect you. I didn’t want to put any of us in danger, and I…didn’t want you to be in the position where you felt you had to reject me. Things didn’t need to be any more complicated than they already were.” 

“Reject you,” he mutters, right under his breath, like he’s saying it to himself. 

“You can understand that,” I plead, “right?” I don’t know why I feel like begging for his forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. I don’t even know if I want it from him. It’s easier to believe that he’s angry, bitter. That he just wants to see the back of me once this is all over. 

But I’m sitting in his living room under a blanket that he draped over my lap, holding a mug of tea that he made for me. It’s so clear in every moment I’m here that he doesn’t hate me, and that makes this harder. If he doesn’t hate me, then it means he could…that he could feel…

He stands up. I scramble for something to say to get him to stay. 

“Joel,” I say, “Joel, you wanted to know the truth. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I don’t want to make things weird—”

He holds up a hand. I stop talking. “Just…” he says, “just…give me some time. I just…let me think.” 

I can’t tell him no. 

The stairs creak. We both look up at the same time and find Ellie standing at the top of them, a question on her face. 

“Sorry,” she says, “I just…I needed something from the kitchen. I’ll just…” she starts to turn around, but Joel stops her. 

“No, it’s alright. Come on down. We were just headed to bed.”

Oh. 

Ellie cautiously comes downstairs, standing in the room entrance like she knows she’s interrupted something. 

“It’s alright,” I offer her a smile. I know when Joel is done talking. “We were finished. I’m real tired, and I’ve put you guys out enough tonight.” 

“You haven’t,” Ellie says and relaxes, heading into the kitchen. 

Joel heads towards the stairs. I half expect him to turn back to me, to at least mutter a Goodnight. But he doesn’t.

Somehow, I feel like I’ve fucked things up even more than I already had. Reopening old wounds and making new ones. Maybe even embarrassing myself at the same time by telling Joel the real truth. 

Great. 

Fuck. 

-

The next morning, I wake as the sun rises. 

The curtains in the living room are thin, so the sun shines through them in long, orange beams, casting a spotlight on the dust in the air. I’m comfortable, warm. I'm not in too much pain for once. For a moment, I just bask in all of that. I’m lying in a house that doesn’t have boarded up windows, and I feel safe. 

Footsteps on the stairs gently pull me from my thoughts. I turn my head and see Joel at the bottom of them, wearing pyjamas. Fucking pyjamas. I have never seen that before in my life and, God, it’s a lot to take in. Checked, dark blue sweatpants and an old black T-shirt, showing the expanse of his arms. I don’t know how he isn’t cold, but I’m grateful. 

The look on my face must make him think he woke me. “Sorry,” he mutters, “these damn stairs are always creakin’. You can go back to sleep, I’ll tell Ellie to be quiet.” 

I shake my head. “I was already awake.” 

He offers a smile. It’s genuine, but awkward. Then he walks into the kitchen, and it’s all I can do to watch him. A part of me expects him to say something, to bring up our conversation last night, to bring up anything, actually. Even a conversation about the weather would be enough. 

But instead, he’s quiet. Brooding, more accurately. 

And I don’t feel that I can say anything. He said he needed time to think. 

So I give him it. 

For four agonising days, I give him it. 

He still talks to me, still looks after me with the help of Ellie; brings me food, blankets, sits and reads beside me in silence while I drift in and out of sleep. I wish I could reach out to him, take his hand, get him to hold me. It feels selfish to want those things, knowing that he’s still thinking about our conversation. 

Or, at least, I assume he is. I hope he is. As much as it’s a conversation I never thought I’d have with him, we did have it, and it felt like it wasn’t quite finished. 

But, I consider myself lucky beyond belief that he’s still talking to me at all. 

It’s at the beginning of day five, when I’m finally moving around more, able to go to the bathroom myself and get myself a glass of water, that I decide I’m going to bring it up. I’ll broach the topic gently, give him every chance to tell me he’s not ready. 

I thought that being still and stuck on the couch was bad for making me paranoid about what he could be thinking. Somehow, though, it’s worse now that I’m back on my feet. 

Joel comes to me that morning when I’m pulling on a fresh pair of socks. (A fucking luxury.) He stands in front of my couch, his hands on his hips, not quite meeting my eyes. 

“You alright?” I ask him. 

There’s a look on his face that could be concerned or thoughtful, I’m not entirely sure. “You feelin’ up to a ride?” 

God, yes. “Like, on patrol?” I feel the dull ache of my leg, and debate whether I’m able to do patrols yet. I’d try it. I just want to feel helpful. 

“No, nothing like that,” Joel answers, silencing my thoughts. “Just wondered if you wanted to go for a ride. You know, for fun.” 

“Oh,” I say. I don’t know why I’m dumbstruck. “Yeah. I—I’d like that.” 

He nods and rubs at his beard again. (I wish he’d stop doing that. It drives me fucking crazy, imagining my own hands slipping through those short hairs, running up the sides of his face and into his hair.…) “I thought we could talk. Once we’re out there.” 

“…Okay,” my heart does a little leap in my chest. I gulp down my nerves. “I’ll be ready in ten.” 

“You let me know if you need help,” he offers. “I’ll come by with Felix.” Felix is the horse he’s taken a liking to the most here in town. I’ve not met him yet, but Joel and Ellie talk about him a lot. 

“I can come to the stables,” I offer, even though walking any further than around the house is still a struggle. 

He shakes his head, knowing this. “I’ll come by. Take your time.” And he’s out the door. 

I know I said I was ready to talk—hell, I was going to initiate it—but it just got very real, very fast. I try not to let my mind race as I get ready; try not to imagine all the ways he could say Thanks, but I don’t feel the same about you, and so it was kinda pointless for you to leave in the first place. 

Ten minutes later, I’ve managed to wrap myself up in some good winter gear: boots, a thick coat, scarf, hat, and some cosy gloves. My leg is still bandaged up beneath my pants, but it feels secure now rather than just painful to have something pressing against it. The jeans Maria gave me are a few sizes too big, so that they don’t press against the wound; I’m wearing one of Joel’s belts to keep them up. 

He’s waiting at the stoop with Felix when I get out there, standing beside him with a hand on his neck. 

“Stay on the step, I’ll give you a hand up,” he says. Felix has his side facing me, the stirrup ready for my good leg to fit into. 

It takes a bit of struggling, a bit of grunting as pain shoots up and down me, but soon I’m up and sitting behind Joel. 

“Hold on to me,” Joel instructs, soft, as he gathers the reins in one hand. 

I do. It might be my only chance, so I do. 

{chapter 3/5}

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[imnotpayingforurtherapy]

For the record, this is self-destructive

For the record, I'm aware of that

For the record, I've been picturing her body

Draped over the sofa wearing nothing but her hat

For the record

I'm screwed

For the record, this can still go my way

For the record, I can keep my pride

All I have to do is keep us focused on the questions

Each one of her responses will remind me how she lied

That's the answer

That's what I'll do

I'll use the 36, 36, 36, 36 questions

As a lifeline

And of course I have sympathy

For the pathological liar who did this to me

And yes, I admit

I wish I could touch her

But the questions will make one thing clear

There's nothing left of my old life to spare

No matter how much I may...

Ta-da!

What's up?

What do you think?

About what?

My jersey, go SeaWolves!

Yeah, huh, go SeaWolves, anyway

I was just, uh, setting the table here

Oh

I don't know why I did that, that's weird

It makes perfect sense to me

It's kinda like a weird first date

Which is why we really ought to have more booze

I have whiskey, but, um, did you, did you want wine?

Do you have wine?

Yeah

The glass shattered on the chiller

Last night but I think the reds are okay

I'll just, uh, yeah, I'll get 'em

I'll be right back

Stay with Judith, Henry

Hey, Henry

I can't imagine all the horrible stuff you've heard about me

Well, it's all true

You don't seem like the kind of duck who holds a grudge

You're not a whiskey drinker, are you?

No, you keep your wits about you

I like that

For the record, I did not expect this

I really thought that it would be a harder sell

I came up with this plan at 4 a.m. on Interstate 10

How was I to know that it would work so well?

For the record

I haven't thought a lot about the way I'll answer

I guess I'm still afraid that I might lie

If only I could make him see, if I was given the choice

Of telling him the truth or sticking knives into my eyes

I'd pick the knives

But I'll survive

I'll treat the 36, 36, 36, 36 questions

As a passtime

36, 36, 36, 36 questions

Just like last time

And maybe it's wrong to say

But his defense and distance will not sway

Me from believing this is possible

If he didn't love me anymore

Then why the hell did he open the front door?

I think it's a sign that he–

Hey

What's up?

There's a good chance that this wine is terrible

I– I'd settle for drinkable

I make no promises, oh, you lit candles

Yeah, I thought it would help set the mood

What's "the mood"?

Hopeful?

Just like our first date

When we sat on your carpet

Drank two bottles of wine

This is different

Two years have gone by

My whole life was a lie

But there's something that feels so familiar

We've been here before

Staring at each other

Suddenly caring for each other

Moving on to

Question two

"Would you like to be famous? In what way?"

We're asking 36, 36, 36, 36 questions

To each other

Tonight's 36 reasons why you and I cannot be

Healthy for each other

We're asking 36, 36, 36, 36 questions tonight

36, 36, 36, 36 questions

For the second time

36, 36, 36, 36 questions

For the last time

36, 36, 36, 36 questions

For the last time

36, 36, 36, 36 questions

For the last time

36, 36, 36, 36 questions

For the last time

36, 36, 36, 36

This will be the last thing

[dreamyautumns]

I loved your recent mini fic and I was wondering if you could do one with Lyney and Aether, if you have the time.

Yes! I can do Lyney and Aether! Fun fact; I actually have a Lumine and Lyney one in the workings right now (it’s in draft purgatory lmao) but I hope you don’t mind Giant!Lyney and Tiny!Aether!❤️🧡

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Aether grasps a large branch and hauls himself through the leaves of a tall bush. He looks around before settling himself atop a large flower. It was getting rather late in the day, as the sun was now setting over the Court of Fontaine. Aether looked down and held his stomach. He was feeling a bit peckish, but he knew he couldn’t leave to get food. It was too risky being seen by other humans.

Maybe I could get someone I know to help… Paimon isn’t here right now, so I can’t get her. Maybe Neuvillette would be willing to help. I just really want something to eat-

Aether paused. He could sense someone approaching his hiding spot. He looks behind him and sees two figures walking close.

It’s the twins. Maybe I could get them to help-

He pauses. Did he really want Lyney’s help? He knew the magician had a very… flirtatious manner to him. While most of it was harmless teasing, Aether couldn’t help but feel he was being handed mixed signals. Was Lyney captivated by his so-called “cuteness”? Or was he simply just being a tease for the fun of it?

Whatever the reason was, Aether didn’t want to stick around and find out. He quickly ducked back into the branches of the bush and tried to hide himself.

~

Lyney pauses in his tracks. He could have sworn he saw something move in the bushes. Lynette also stopped walking.

“Big brother? Is something wrong?” she asks.

Lyney takes a breath, then turns to her. “No, everything’s alright. Why don’t you go meet with Freminet at the restaurant and grab a table? I’m gonna treat you guys to some dessert. I just need to check something real quick.”

Lynette nods, her eyes emotionless. “Ok. Thank you, big brother.” The girl walks away as Lyney turns to the foliage.

I saw Aether in there… how cute that he’s hiding from me~

~

Aether can feel footsteps approaching his hiding spot as the bush shakes and trembles. He looks up as a shadow begins to cover his body.

Damnit! Go away, Lyney! I’m not trying to see you!

“Aether? Is that you in there?” Lyney’s voice coos.

Aether doesn’t answer. He hopes the magician would go away.

“Are you ignoring me?” Lyney asks, more concerned now.

No response.

Aether looks down at his hands and then at his feet. Maybe I could make a run for it. Maybe he would go away and not care anymore. Please, anything to not have to deal with his nonsense today! I-

FWOOSH

Aether looks up. The foliage begins to part as gigantic digits reach inside. The tiny boy lets out a yelp as a gloved hand closes over him gently, pulling him out of the bushes. Aether grips the index finger of the hand and turns his body to look up.

“There you are! I was starting to get worried!” Lyney chuckles. He opens his palm as Aether sits up, his blonde hair messy. Aether looks up with a disgruntled frown and stares into Lyney’s brilliant purple eyes.

“L-Lyney, can you PLEASE put me down? I’m busy right now,” Aether asks.

“Busy doing what, if you don’t mind me prying?” The magician questions back. Aether glances forward and sees Lynette’s tail flick for a brief moment as she enters the restaurant.

“I’m trying to get food, since Paimon’s asleep at the inn right now,” Aether answers.

“Oh? You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Lyney teases. He pokes Aether playfully and sets the tiny atop his hat.

“Lyney, put me down! You know I can’t be seen!” Aether shouts.

“There’s no harm in having a little fun together, is there?” The magician unfurls his deck of cards and takes one from the pile. He then flips it quickly, magically making a cookie appear in it’s place. “Ta-da!”

Aether looks at the cookie with hungry eyes and reaches out to hold it. Though the cookie is about his height, he still indulges himself with a big bite.

“This… actually tastes incredible! Lyney, do you have anymore cookies?” Aether asks. The magician nods.

“I do! And I’m going to get more when I meet my siblings at the restaurant. You’re more than welcome to attend with us if you’d like.”

Aether blinks in surprise. “Really? That’s awfully nice of you… and I wouldn’t wanna impede on your family dinner.”

“Oh, no worries! You wouldn’t be a bother at all~”

Aether grabs the brim of Lyney’s hat and bends over the edge to look the magician in the eyes. “I wouldn’t really say no, so… sure. I’d be happy to attend dinner.”

“For someone who didn’t wanna see me, you seem awfully eager to spend time together, y’know?”

Aether looks away, embarrassed. “How did… you know that?”

“You don’t usually hide for nothing. Perhaps I’ve caught your heart along with yourself?”

Aether sighs and sits back down. “I’m about to reconsider going with you.”

Lyney stops his flirtatious teasing and sighs. “You’re no fun, y’know that?”

Aether finishes eating whatever he can of his cookie and hands the rest to Lyney, who eats it in one bite.

“Let’s go, Lyney.”

“With pleasure, monsieur,” Lyney answers, winking. With each footstep he takes, Aether can feel his body bounce slightly. He looks up as the sun finishes setting and then down at the magician. He then smiles slightly.

Maybe I’m just overreacting. Lyney cares about me, so I should just give him a chance.

[coffeebanana]

can I ask for more info about your adrien/nino/marinette idea 👀👀👀

of course! i've talked about it a little before but i can't seem to find the original post. there is another post i found that explains some of it but i'm just gonna go ahead and answer from scratch

so the origin of the idea is loosely inspired by @ck2k18's brooklyn nine-nine AU, because adrien and marinette in that fic fill the role of jake and amy, while nino by virtue of being adrien's bestie is sort of charles. except characterization-wise, nino's really nothing like charles--especially not with the being overly invested in adrinette's relationship the way charles is about jake and amy. (i'm so sorry if you haven't seen that show because then this part probably makes no sense but kasjfbkjd i'm getting to the point i swear 😂). so then I had a random thought: what would it take--for comedic purposes of course--for nino to act more like boyle? and Ta-Da! that's how this random plot bunny came to be

essentially the fic starts with aged up, established adrinette and a djwifi break up (alya's moving away to chase a job opportunity, she was going to stay nino but nino eventually tells her to go. it's a they've kinda naturally grown apart type deal, but obviously he's still really upset about it). and so, marinette and adrien, being the very supportive friends they are, tell nino he can stay with them for a while so he can have some company while he gets over the break up

only, uh...nino kind of doesn't leave. and is suddenly overly invested in marinette and adrien's lives since he doesn't really know where he's going with his own anymore. and leads to the awkward "haha how do we tell him he's overstayed his welcome" type deal--at least until that comes to a head and marinette and nino get closer and then, uh, at some point there are probably some drunken shenanigans aaaaaaand that's about all i've got so far! but it's a fun AU to play with! and gives me an opportunity to explore ninette because i loooooove them i wish there was more of them (i say while also not writing them akjbsfdksjbfb)

anyways i hope this at least somewhat answers your question! i also talked a bit more about it here

thanks for the ask!! 🩷💜

[canarydarity]

time for more worm baseball au brainrot!! just needed to come over here and shower you with more compliments on chapter 2 <33

Just a quick question, who all is on the Yankees, and are there familiar faces on Grian’s team in Chicago or is it just him and them Scar?

Hiii cloudy 🤠🤠!! Woohooo im glad its being enjoyed !!!

Okay so. I'm going to say way too much in response to this now <3

So this is...currently the Yankees line-up:

Jimmy, number 7, Right fielder

Joel, number 25, Catcher

Skizz, uhh didn't assign him a number, First base

Zedaph, 12, Second base

Bigb, 2, Third base

Scott, 5, Shortstop

Pixlriffs, 14, Left fielder

Fwhip, uhh didn't assign him a number, Pitcher

and in typing this out, I realize I just never assigned anyone center field. so thats absolutely hysterical, NO idea whos manning that position. Baseball teams usually have around 26 players, but only 9 play the field at a time so thats really all I was worried about!

and then, of course, we have Tango working as an analyst for the team, Impulse as the coach, and Bdubs and Etho as announcers!

The first thing I wrote for this fic is in the last chapter, back when this au was a single scene rather than a whole chaptered guy, and its something that needed quite a lot of people. And since it was just a SCENE at the time I sort of just. plucked random life series and empires cast members from my brain that I could SEE playing baseball. which is so funny to me. Cause now its this and the cast is genuinely sort of random, but also makes sense. To Me.

As for the CUBS!

So, that also did not start as a story, that just started as background for Jimmy's plot. Grian was Jimmy's brother and he's a pitcher for a rival team, and I just picked the Cubs completely randomly. I was originally going to have Scar be in This Fic, but then because I couldn't leave things well enough alone...I said....well what if desert duo offshoot...what if there's one story for each brother. And by THAT time...I had already filled out a LOT of the Yankees cast and was like "well, oops."

There are definitely other recognizable names on the desert duo side though! but I will say, that one is as of right now much much much less fleshed out. The Cubs lineup will likely include many other hermits, such as Iskall, Rendog, Keralis, Doc, joehills (I think he'd be a fascinatingly confusing announcer), Beef—etc! Like I said, it's currently not really planned :) but thats the idea for if it ever becomes A Thing.

What is planned is that Grian (number 16) is the pitcher , Scar is the catcher, and then because it was too absolutely ironic to NOT make happen. I did make cubfan135 the coach of the chicago cubs. A decision I both vehemently hate and absolutely adore. When talking about grians plot and going "cub has to be there" my brain went now hold on a second...cubfan....his name can't possibly refer to the baseba—oh look at that. it does. and ta-da I couldn't NOT do the funniest thing ever in this universe.

Mumbo will also absolutely be there because he can't not be. but my brain refuses to picture mumbo jumbo playing baseball so he just. he. i have no idea what he will be doing But He'll Be There. Trust Me.

Anyway Ive rambled quite enough :)) I hope that answers your question !!!

[furiaehope]

True Appearance (1)

(One evening in the office)

Matilda:

Why are there so many research archives?

I’m burned out.

Does the timekeeper want us to tire ourselves out?

Sonetto:

Maybe the end of the world is coming, and we must work harder to live up to the timekeeper's expectations.

Matilda:

But where is the timekeeper now?

Joshua: 

Hmm... this is a good question.

Have you noticed that Timkeeper disappears after 18:00 this past two weeks?

Matilda:

Yes! I also noticed that Sonetto couldn't sleep because she was worried about Timkeeper.

Sonetto: 

（A bit ashamed） 

There is no such thing Matilda.

If we're worried about Timekeeper, why not ask Mr. X?

Maybe he knows what the timekeeper is busy with after 18:00.

They agreed with Sonetto's idea, so they used their free time to go to Laplace Computing Center.

(At Laplace Computing Center)

Mr. X:

So you came to me because of Timekeeper? Although I know the various properties of Arcanist very well, I have no way of knowing the whereabouts of Timekeeper.

I'm so sorry that I may not be of much help, but those of you who often deal with Timekeeper should know the situation of Timekeeper better than I do.

Joshua:

I see what you mean, thank you.

I also want to ask Mr. X two more questions

First of all, has Mr. X noticed that the timekeeper's personality changes very quickly?

Second, I needed the chip material to make the tracker. Can you share some with me please?

Mr. X:

Yeah, Timekeeper was originally a very calm thinker, but recently he has been particularly prone to anger.

Additionally you need some chip material!? No problem, I will ask Miss John Titor to bring it to you.

Joshua:

Great, then I want to ask Sonetto and Matilda if you think there is anything unusual about the timekeeper's personal state.

Sonetto:

The timekeeper sometimes seems to be a different person, very mature and steady, like a handsome man.

This makes me a little tempted

Matilda:

Um? Do you feel tempted, Sonetto?

pfff I really envy the timekeeper!

Regarding the timekeeper's personality I once saw she suddenly resemble that of a young and scared child Obviously not in line with her usual calm attitude.

Joshua:

Thank you all for the detailed explanation. I get it and I'll figure out a solution.

Sonetto:

At 18:00 in the evening, the timekeeper left the office on time. Maybe there was something unspeakable, and she didn't want everyone to share the pressure.

Matilda:

Hope nothing serious

Mr. X:

It sounds like Joshua's favorite horror story happened to Timekeeper.

In the past, the Foundation caused a lot of psychological trauma to Timekeeper, which gave her a high chance of developing a split personality.

It's also possible that a ghost is possessing the Timekeeper or a combination of both.

Joshua:

Fine. I need some calm time to think about the true horror of this.

Mr. X:

Wait...！

Miss John Titor is here.

Ta-da your materials Joshua!

John Titor:

49276D4A6F686E5469746F72

54686973206973207468652063686970206d6174657269616c20796f752077616e74

Joshua got the materials. He said that the finished product would be attached to a beautiful pendant. After asking Sonetto to disguise it as a gift and give it to the Timekeeper, he asked Bkornblume to take over the task and track the target's route and location.

（One day The bell rings, Bkornblume answers the call )

Bkornblume:

Hello can I help you?

...I got it

To be continued...