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mornings with you ('your eyes' series)

♡ "Come live with me."

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre: fluff, slice of life, neighbour!AU, suggestive.

word count: 9,321

warnings: swearing, cheesy asf.

summary: you've been living in the same apartment building for years now. everything has always been to your comfort; no noisy neighbour, no argument with the landlord, a cozy neighbourhood... when you've come to the realization you could not pay for your sweet home anymore, your friendly neighbour suggests a plan for you to stay. are you going to say no to the handsome man with many charms? of course not.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Your pen was rolling off your desk, yet again. With a small groan, you bent down to pick it up, your friend Dahye giving you an annoyed look. The class was three hours long, and with already two hours in, you couldn't wait until it was finished. As an attempt to occupy yourself, you had been playing with your coloured pens and had dropped a few of them in the process. Dahye had given you the death glare each time and you couldn't do much else than smile apologetically. As the teacher kept talking, you drew your attention on your notebook where you had drawn small sketches over the last few weeks. Inspecting your poorly drawn flower, your brought your pencil to it and started to form some shading. Focused on your work, you did not hear your teacher calling you out. Much to her exasperation, Dahye nudged your arm making you shoot your head up.

"Sorry, what?"

The professor sighed in disappointment before repeating. "I asked if you could explain the meaning of Hamlet."

Completely clueless, you stared at her as confusion spread across your face. Seeing that you did not know the answer, she asked another student which made you relax before going back to your drawing.

The class finished sooner since the professor ended it by giving you your next assignment. English literature was either your best subject or your worst depending on the teacher. This semester, it was clearly your weakest one so far. Can you blame yourself when the class was three hours with a boring woman speaking monotony in front of you?

It took you some time to gather your belongings while your friend waited, tapping her foot on the ground. Your bag all packed, you pointed to her foot with a confused look.

"What?" she said nervously in defense. "I'm stressed."

"You're always stressed." you snarked at her as you headed out of the classroom. "It's just a small assignment, nothing to worry about."

"Small? Y/N, this grade counts for 20% of the semester. If I fail this, I'm failing the course. My parents are going to kill me if that happens." she frantically explained, but you rolled her eyes at her dramatic behaviour.

"Says the girl who has perfect marks."

She kept on ranting, but you were not listening to her anymore. You reached your shared locker to get your hoodie before you walked together to the bus stop. You could not wait to arrive home to drop on your bed while watching a movie. You could only imagine the warm bowl of popcorn filled with butter with a beverage on the side. While daydreaming, Dahye's stopped on her tracks, frustrated with how you paid no attention to her.

"Y/N." she nagged, waking you up from your trance.

"I'm sorry." you smiled weakly. "The class was so boring, it tired me."

"Right, now let me guess. You're going home to do nothing of your evening?" You grinned at her guess, but she didn't copy your expression. "I don't understand why you got a dorm apartment for yourself when you could have a simple dorm. You barely get out of your room, anyway."

"And I keep telling you on how I like my place. The building is quiet enough, unlike yours."

The conversation was cut quickly when her bus pulled over in front of you two.

"I'm going to study at the coffee shop tomorrow, you're coming?" she asked, but you shook your head as a no. "Alright, I'll see you next week, then. Have fun alone, tonight!"

"Thank you, Dahye." you faked a smile as she got on the bus.

Your apartment was in the closest dorm building on campus. The landlord was not originally part of the school, but they made arrangements to accept students to reduce the fees. This made this even better. You had a wide place for yourself for half the price on the usual market. No matter how much Dahye was going to mock you for living on your own, you liked your home so much. You liked how close it was to the campus and how it was peaceful although the fact that all tenants were young adults who liked to party. One thing you had grown fond of was the cute art major student who lived at the end of your hallway. From the few conversations you'd had with him, you learned he was renting the place to make himself a small art studio. You admired the passion he held for this hobby of his. You wouldn't say you were close to the guy, but you were civil to each other. In fact, you used your hospitality many times to come to his help.

When the elevator opened when it reached your floor, you were more than happy to see the young man, who was struggling to open his front door. You chuckled from the sight, being far enough so he couldn't hear you.

"Hyunjin." you said loud enough for him to turn his attention to you.

He smiled while trying to hide his distressed look from his fight with his door lock. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Are you alright?" you chuckled again.

With a sigh, he gave up trying to look normal as worry creeped back on his face. "Honestly, no. I think I mixed up my keys with my sister's again, cause I can't open it. I'll have to ask her to come over... again."

If Hyunjin had the looks of a prince, his younger sister had the features of a goddess. Hyunjoo was, unarguably, one of the most attractive girls to have stepped foot in the college. Hyunjin was already famous among the students, so his sister entering the same school had been a big deal. You were one of the few lucky ones to be able to talk to him on a daily basis. Not like it mattered to you. For you, Hyunjin was simply this clumsy boy with a big heart. Cute.

"You can come in while waiting for her." you suggested, but he moved his hands as to refuse your offer.

"You already did this last time, I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not a bother at all."

Still reluctant, he agreed nonetheless and followed you behind to get in your place. Luckily, you had cleaned around the day before, so it wasn't as much of a mess. Being used to it by now, Hyunjin made himself home by sitting on your couch, pulling out his phone to text his sister. In the meantime, you served him a glass of water and he gave you a warm smile as a thank you.

"She said she should be here in about 15 minutes." he said while turning off his phone to put it aside.

"Good." You sat down next to him. "I was about to continue this drama I started last week. Wanna watch it with me?"

"Sure." he shrugged his shoulder.

You started to play the series on your TV, and got up to go make yourself some popcorn. You would have made Hyunjin a bowl, but if he wasn't going to be staying for more than 15 minutes, you would have made it for nothing. He commented on the characters and asked you a few questions about the plot since you were already halfway through the show.

It didn't take long when you heard a knock on your door, a cue for your neighbour that it was time to leave. You opened the door to the, now familiar, girl who was glaring at her brother, unimpressed.

"Hi, Y/N! Thank you so much for giving shelter to my dumbass of a brother." she smiled kindly to you. "I don't know how you mix up our keys all the time, stupid." she snorted at the man, not forgetting to hit his arm.

Hyunjin flinched at the contact and stared down in shame. "Sorry." he mumbled. "Thanks again, Y/N. I'll see you around." he gave you a soft smile.

"Anytime." you laughed. "Bye, Hyunjoo! It was nice to see you again."

The girl waved you goodbye as she dragged Hyunjin behind, nagging at his clumsiness. You watched them go for a few seconds before closing the door. Hearing the noise from your TV, you suddenly remembered you had a night in for yourself to attend to. Without losing another second, you brought your popcorn with you to watch your drama.

Romance was something you believed to be rare. From past experiences, you could say for sure that none of the gestures your favourite actors were doing for their partner on screen could be seen in real life. Part of you wanted to believe you could have this kind of dynamic with a significant other, but life showed you otherwise. Your past partner, Minho, was close to being your dream man. However, his detached personality could not fit with yours and resulted to multiple arguments. Since then, you had not put yourself out there. You were fine with being single, most of the time. But when you were watching your romcoms, that's when you would be longing to have this in your life.

After a few tears dropping from your eyes and two episodes watched in a row, you glanced at the pile of clothes overflowing your laundry basket. Maybe it was time for you to clean your clothes. For once, you decided to be responsible and grabbed the basket as you left your flat. The common laundry room was rather spacious. Mostly, it was a spot where you liked to interact with your neighbours. You might had been hoping that you would meet Hyunjin again, but to your small deception, you met eyes with Jeongin when you opened the door.

"Ah, you." you joked and the younger boy gasped, offended.

"Sorry I'm not Mr. Handsome."

You picked the washing machine next to his and started to load it. "I'm joking, you're handsome too." you smiled.

"I know." he smiled back. "Jisung told me Hyunjin got stuck outside his place again."

"Right. I had to let him squat at mine."

"That's twice in a month! I'm starting to think he does this purposely."

"Don't be stupid. Hyunjin is too preoccupied with his art or school that it makes sense he's being clumsy." you shrugged, closing the machine and starting it.

Jeongin's started to beep as a sign that his batch of laundry was done. After gathering his clothes (and his roommate's), he started to fold them lazily.

"Did you ask Jisung to take turns with the chores?" you questioned as you observed him.

"I did, but you know him. He stays inside all day and doesn't go out unless I force him to."

"Poor you."

As he finished placing the clothes back in his basket, he waved you goodbye and headed out of the room. As for you, you waited for the machine to be done by scrolling through TikTok. You didn't want the app, initially, but your psychology project partner, Felix, had insisted for you to download it. You would never admit it to him, but you became addicted to it. It helped you pass time, especially at times like this one.

An hour or so passed before your clothes were dried and folded. Walking out, you stumbled on your feet clumsily and lost your balance. Cursing at yourself mentally, you didn't even try to get your balance back and you let yourself fall. When your body stopped mid-fall, you let out a breath in relief.

"Be careful." a soft voice spoke and you recognized it almost immediately.

Getting back on your feet, you grinned at the sight of the man. He had changed into a more comfortable outfit: a pair sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. No matter what he wore, he looked good.

"Thanks." you said shyly.

As he was about to say something, you took off rapidly and ran to the elevator. His gaze lingered to your direction as he let out a small huff. You were one of a kind, for sure.

Psychology class was only fun because Felix was in it and brought you brownies. The moment you learnt he had the hobby of baking, you begged him to bring you some of his pastries each time he would make them. Thankfully, he was too sweet of a guy to say no, and he started to do so since the beginning of the semester. People got the word about his baking skills and started to request baked goods from him, and he accepted. The infamous brownie boy was your creation and you could say you were proud.

When you saw a tupperware on your desk, you had never sat down on your seat so quickly. Morning class could not be boring if you had food along with it.

"What did you make, this time?" you asked Felix while you hopped up and down on your chair.

"Chocolate chips cookies. I'm trying to convince Hyunjoo that I'm a good baker, but the woman is hard to please." he let out a heavy sigh.

Although Felix had never told you explicitly he liked the girl, it was more than obvious. You could not blame him, you had a thing for one of the Hwang siblings as well.

"I'm not complaining if that results into more desserts." you said and took a bite of a cookie, moaning at the delicious taste.

Felix shot you a disgusted look. "I get that they are good, but don't make those sounds..."

"You should just take the compliment instead."

"Y/N, Felix." the professor glared at you. "Class has started."

"Sorry." Felix bowed his head before nudging your leg with his foot.

You held in a laugh as you almost choked on your cookie. Yeah, psychology class with Felix were fun. Until they were not.

The teacher allowed you to work in teams to complete the exercices and you instinctively paired up with your freckled friend. Obviously, you did most of the work, but he had brought you food so you weren't complaining. Just as you thought this course was getting pleasant, Felix had to drop a bomb on you.

"I invited Minho to eat with us."

Pausing on your writing, you looked up at your friend with a frown. "Minho, as in Lee Minho?" He nodded. "Felix, what were you thinking?" you almost yelled, but kept your tone normal since you were in class.

"I bumped into him this morning and he was talking with Hyunjin. I asked Hyunjin for some help with his sister so we agreed to eat together to talk about it. Minho has his break too, so he would tag along." he justified, but you weren't having it.

"I haven't adressed a word to him for a year, man." you whined.

"Look at the bright side, Hyunjin is going to be there." he wiggled his eyebrow.

While his crush on Hyunjoo was obvious, yours on Hyunjin was just as much apparently. However, you had avoided him since that time he had caught you from falling, too embarrased to face him again. You gave in after more bickering, determining that one lunch break with your ex wasn't that bad... No, you were definitely only doing this because Felix was your only friend in college other than Dahye and the latter had classes only in the afternoon, allowing her to sleep in. Thus, he was the only social interaction you could get and you weren't enough of a loser to eat alone in self pity.

Lunch time arrived and you followed Felix to the usual table you both would take. On his phone, he texted the two others about your location so they could join you. You were not as hungry as usual since you had stuffed your belly with Felix's cookies, so you watched him pull out his bento box where he had packed fried chicken as a meal.

"Did you cook that?" you nodded your head towards the meat.

"Seungmin did."

You could see how a roommate was useful. They could be making food or doing the laundry for you. Even though the idea was appealing, you were still content that you had a place for yourself. Sharing an apartment with someone was a no-no for you. And seemingly, sharing a table was just as much. You saw the two men approaching from behind your friend and you could already feel that the vibe was off. Minho sat next to Felix while Hyunjin took the spot next to you.

"Lee." you said in a passive aggressive tone.

"Hi." he replied coldly.

"You two know each other?" Hyunjin asked, having no idea on why there was such a tension.

"More or less." Minho shrugged before stealing a piece of chicken from Felix. You scoffed at his action, which only made him glare at you.

"Okay..." Felix trailed off before coughing to fill in the awkwardness. "So, Hyunjin. How's Hyunjoo?"

"You saw her yesterday, no?"

He blushed at the remark. "Right. Did she like my cookies?"

Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders while munching on the sandwich he had just unwrapped. "I don't know, we don't really talk. But if you want one advice, stop being a try hard. She likes soft boys."

"But I'm a soft boy..?" he mumbled before looking at you in search of any agreeing. Instead, he found you still exchanging glares with Minho. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're a soft boy, Lix..." you agreed carelessly.

Hyunjin was still confused and observed the staring contest more attentively. "Are you two okay?" he dared to ask.

"I guess." you shrugged. "Are we?"

"Depends. Am I too distant to be around?" Minho spat out.

Your eyes widened at his words. He did not just say that. "Am I too clingy to be around?"

In panic, Felix quickly spoke to change the subject. Luckily, Minho didn't seem in the mood to argue more and he went back to eating in silence. After more of Felix's uninteresting story-telling, you've had enough of the weird atmosphere. It was probably time you buried the hatchet with your ex.

"Min." you interrupted your friend, who sent you an offended look. Minho hummed, but he was visibly taken aback by the nickname you used. "Are we okay? I mean, for real."

His ears got red, which you took as a good sign. "I mean, I never was actually mad at you." he admitted. "I figured you wanted space after we broke up."

"Yes, but I did tell you I wanted to remain friends. So, are we good? I'm sorry for my petty comments earlier."

Even more startled, he awkwardly nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. We're good, don't worry."

He managed a small smile that you returned. The weight had came off your shoulders and you could feel yourself lighter. You felt someone looking at you and you realized it was Hyunjin, still in confusion.

"Ah, we used to date." you explained briefly and he nodded.

"You have something here." He reached his hand to your mouth, rubbing at the corner of your lips with his thumb. "There you go. I think it was chocolate." he laughed nervously.

Eyes wide opened, you turned to look at Felix who was pressing his lips together, restraining himself from smirking at you.

"Thanks." you coughed.

This scenario was oddly similar to your last interaction with him. Trying to contain the blush creeping on your face, you stole a chicken piece from Felix as a distraction. Heads up: it did not work as Hyunjin was still staring at you.

Great.

"The deadline is tomorrow, how can you ask me to calm down?" Dahye exclaimed as she paced back and forth in your living room.

With your notebook in hands, you didn't bother looking at her and exhaled loudly at her usual ranting. You loved the girl, but school was making her go crazy.

"I did it under four hours of work and you know I'm much slower than you. You'll be fine."

She scoffed at your poor words of encouragement. "You don't get it. I'm not stressed about the work. I'm stressed Seungmin will stop giving me coffee each time he sees me in the shop."

You closed your notes by hearing her. "You know Seungmin?"

She pointed at you, lost on why you asked this. "YOU know Seungmin? And were you even listening to what I've been telling you for the past 20 minutes?"

Before you could answer, you heard a knock coming from your front door. You got up to answer and you saw the postman. He held you out an envelope with the school's informations on it. You were about to question on why he didn't leave it in the mailbox, but he answered before you could speak.

"Urgent news statement, I'm giving this to everyone."

Nodding, you thanked him before closing the door. Opening the envelope, a formal letter was written to inform you about new prices established on the campus. It was mostly book and food prices as well as some other service fees. Being already broke, you groaned while reading out loud the raised prices. Dahye took it from your hand and frowned upon viewing one section in particular.

"You might want to read this one."

Giving it back to you, you spotted the section about dorm prices, and the apartments had risen significantly. You were already barely able to afford the place, now you really could not pay rent anymore.

"Fuck this shit." you said, dropping your head into your hands. You heard another knock and rolled your eyes at the sound. "What now?"

Dahye opened the door for you and there stood Hyunjin, holding a cup of ice americano in his hand. "Hey."

"Hyunjin? What brings you here?"

Your question seemed to make him nervous, as he started to blink rapidly and search for his words. "Ah, um... I thought we... I don't... I... Didn't we agree on going to school together now since we have classes at the same time on Thursdays?"

"Shoot, right, I'm sorry." you got up to get your school bag.

"I'll be off, then. Call me if you need anything, okay?" Dahye said, concerned, before leaving your place.

The walk was rather uncomfortable. While Hyunjin was trying to make small talk, your mind could not focus properly. Your main problem played repeatedly in your head, trying to find a solution. Your family home was hours from the college, you could not go back there. Dahye was already rooming with a girl named Eunhee, and she most likely wasn't going to kick her out for you to go live with her. Felix had Seungmin, and Jeongin was with Jisung. Overall, the few people you knew already had roommates. The part you hated the most about the situation was that you'd have to give up your quiet place you'd grown to love.

Hyunjin noticed you weren't a 100% into the conversation, so he stopped walking and put a hand on your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Uh?" you blinked a few times.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, is everything alright? Is it about Minho?"

The both of you had grown closer immensely since that lunch break with Minho and Felix. You had exchanged numbers and went over to the other's apartment just for fun sometimes. You had told him about your break up and he told you about his non-existent love life, which surprised you considering he could get any girl he wanted.

"What about him?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "He's gotten with someone, apparently. Maybe you feel upset about it, I don't know."

From all the things that could upset you, this was the last one on your mind. "Oh, no. He can get do whatever he wants, I don't care. No, it's just that..." you paused as you felt tears building up. You felt like an idiot for crying over a stupid apartment. "The prices went up."

He let out a sigh and looked down. "Yeah, I got the paper. I'm lucky enough to have saved more than needed but I'll have to cut on some expenses."

You huffed, almost in jealousy. "Lucky you. I'll need to get a dorm instead, and chances are that I'll have to live with a pure stranger."

By now, some tears had rolled down your cheek. It took everything in Hyunjin not to brush it off for you. One thing he learnt by hanging out with you more frequently was that he was totally infatuated with you. Your careless but sensitive persona only made him like you more.

"Come live with me."

His heart stopped from his own offer. His mouth spoke before he could even think. Even then, the idea had popped only briefly. He had no idea why he let it blurt out so easily. And from your reaction, you were as dumbfounded as he was.

"I-I mean, you know my place already. And it's close to where you live. And we know each other. And I think I'm a good roommate. And I'd leave you your space. You know what? Forget about it, I don't know what came-"

"Let's do it." you cut him off.

"Oh." he gulped. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head, uncertainly. "I mean, I don't have any other option. Not like I don't like the idea of living with you, but I mean, it's the only option that seem more than decent."

You stopped yourself from talking before you would say anything any more stupid. As for Hyunjin, you had never seen him grin so widely. Either from happiness or to diffuse the weird atmosphere, it didn't matter. It might be a bad plan accepting to live with your hot neighbour, but the perks were numerous and you could simply not refuse.

"I'll clear my art room for you, then." he beamed at you. "And before you say I shouldn't, I insist. I have access to the art studio at school, anyway, and I have a spot in my room that I can arrange for my work."

"Alright." you smiled back. "I owe you a lot then, thank you."

Upon learning you were moving in with her brother, Hyunjoo had insisted to help you out with your boxes and such. Telling her that Felix was already going to give you a hand, it only made her plead to join the lot. An opportunity to play cupid was presented to you, so you took it and had them move your bed while giggling like children. Dahye would have come if it wasn't for her essay she had to complete, but you believed she was only making up an excuse to see Seungmin.

"How many books do you own?" Hyunjin breathed out in exhaustion from bringing the third box of books already.

"I stopped counting after ten." you shrugged your shoulders. "You don't have to do this, you know. Skipping class to help me. I have these two." you pointed to the blushing pair.

"As if you wanted to third-wheel." he rolled his eyes. "It's fine, I swear. Besides, I want to help you organize your bedroom so you can feel at home for the first night."

Your heart melted. This confirmed how much of a bad idea it was to be living with him. If simple gestures like this made you fond of him, how was it going to be the day he brings food at home for dinner?

"That is if they actually move my bed." you shifted your gaze towards your friend. "Lix, the bed." you said with a stern look.

The pair didn't stay long after finally bringing your bed into your new room. Leaving to have another baking session together, you were left alone with Hyunjin. The feeling was foreign, but you'd have to get used to it. In silence, you put your clothes in your drawers while Hyunjin arranged the covers on your mattress. It was enjoyable, not saying a word to each other but still appreciating the company. After some time, he pulled out his phone to play some music for an ambiance. Unconsciously, he started to hum along the lyrics and it might have been the prettiest voice you had ever heard. You were aware of his many talents, but his singing voice had remained a mystery until now. When the song ended, you took the time to compliment him. His face now pink, he thanked you shyly as he continued to place your books on your shelf.

Hours of work had passed and you determined you were pretty much done. You ordered food and ate, in silence still, while being on your phone. Dahye had sent you plenty of texts telling you all about her evening with Seungmin, being the first time he had actually made discussion with her instead of acting indifferent. With her starting her thing with the guy and Felix being head over heels for Hyunjoo, you were surrounded with love by then. Even Jeongin had told you about a girl he met not so long ago. Forgetting you were not alone in the kitchen, you let out an incoherent grumble, complaining about your lack of spice in that aspect. Hyunjin flinched, taken aback by your sudden noises.

"What did you say?"

Remembering the man was now your flatmate, you grew embarrassed. "Sorry, I have this habit of talking to myself sometimes."

"No problem. It's kind of cute."

It was his turn to be embarrassed as he avoided eye contact, going back on his phone. He had finished his meal afterwards, not adding another comment in fear of flustering himself any further. He waited patiently as you ate your last bite only to fight with you over the dishes. Persistent, he left you sitting alone as he washed your plates. For you, the silence had lasted for too long. Standing on the other side of the counter, you leaned onto it as you made talk.

"Did you call back that girl who asked you out?"

Alright, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. However, you were too curious for your own good. Hyunjin looked at you curiously, but still answered.

"No. I told you I don't have the energy for that, and they only ask me out because of my looks. Not worth it." he explained as he dried the utensiles. "How about you?"

You scoffed. "Do you see me whoring around? I rather stay home and do nothing. Plus, Minho traumatized me."

"Was he that bad?" he snickered.

"Not really, but we fought a lot over stupid things." you sighed, nostalgia lingering. "I'm glad he found his person." There, one more person who had some action happening in the love department.

"Me too." he said in a yawn. "I think I'll head to bed. Do you need anything?"

"No, go ahead. I'll do the same eventually."

"Okay, but let me know if you need me. Good night, roomie." he grinned as he sent you a wink.

Damn you, Hwang Hyunjin. "Night." you replied in a murmur.

"What's up, Jeongin!" you exclaimed the moment you saw your neighbour in the laundry room. You took notice of the girl next to him. "I'm presuming you are Youngmi, right?"

The girl nodded shyly. "Y/N?" she guessed in a small voice.

"That's me." you smiled and took your usual spot. "I won't interrupt, I'll just load this and head back."

Jeongin inspected you scrupulously and snickered at you. "I swear I've seen Hyunjin wear this exact shirt the other day."

Already two months into living with the man, you formed a routine that worked for you both. Wednesday nights were the times where you would be watching a drama together and hang out in the other's room to simply chat. His way of living was oddly similar to yours which made things much easier. He was an horrible cook, but tried his best whenever it was his turn to make dinner. He showed you his art for second opinions and you made him read some of your favourite books. Once, you accidently wore his hoodie, but he assured you that he did not mind and that, in fact, you were prettier in his clothes. What you loved the most about living with him was forming this comfortable dynamic together. As you had predicted, you had it hard for the man.

"Yeah, it's the first thing I saw before coming here." you answered nonchalantly.

"Whatever, missy."

You loaded the machine and left quickly to give the couple a moment. Entering the flat, Hyunjin was laid down on the couch, frown on his face as he read his school book carefully. It was close to the end of the semester, meaning exams were coming up soon. Summer was also nearing, so you would be going back to your parents' home in a few weeks only.

"Your sculpture analysis?" you questioned him while shooing him to make space for you.

You sat down and he pulled his legs back on your lap, letting out a groan. "Yeah, I haven't even started to write it. He wants us to use the material we saw since the beginning of the course, but it's all painting aspects." he complained.

"Oof, I wish I could help."

He sent you a warm smile before looking back into his notes. "You're helping by listening to my venting."

"We're all struggling, it's nothing."

You grabbed the TV remote and put on a movie to pass time. For once, it wasn't a romcom, but a horror movie.

"Are you being for real?" he deadpanned at you.

"What?" you said innocently.

"You expect me to study while hearing screaming?"

"I lowered the volume."

"Y/N." he glared at you.

"Please, Jinnie! You've been studying all day, don't you want a break?" you pleaded.

"Not with an horror movie."

You held out the remote to him. "Fine, choose then!"

Still doubtful, he put his book aside and took the remote from you. Scrolling through the movies, he picked a drama movie he had made you watch during one of your Wednesday nights.

"This one, again?"

"I like it." he pouted.

"You cry to it."

"I don't."

With more bickering, you gave in and watched the movie together. Hyunjin had repositioned himself to see the screen better and, almost automatically, put his arm around you. He had done the same previously and it still made you feel so many things in your belly. Your body stiffened at the contact, but you eventually relaxed. Maybe too much, as you were now comfortably installed in his arms.

With the end nearing, you heard the man sniffle a couple of times. You loved how he wasn't ashamed of crying in front of you, which was the total opposite of most men who would rather preserve their pride. The credits rolling and Hyunjin tearing up, you detached himself from him, but he kept his grip on you firm. Turning his head to face you, you were a mere inch apart. You felt small, and your brain stopped working at how he was staring at you, his eyes glistening. You couldn't help but flicker your gaze from them to his lips, his full lips you always thought to be beautiful. The same ones you had wondered many times how they tasted. His breath hitched when you dared to get closer. He could feel yours getting warmer.

As your lips barely touched, you stopped yourself just in time. Your body was moving by itself and you could not allow yourself to mess up whatever you two had.

"I should go back to get our clothes." you whispered, not moving.

Hyunjin hummed, but did not budge either. Freaking out internally, you could not take this overwhelming feeling anymore. In a matter of seconds, you broke out from his embrace and left the apartment, your pace rapid as you went downstairs to the laundry room. Folding the pieces of clothing, you felt hot and confused. This was almost causing you a headache. You were filling the laundry basket slowly, afraid of what would happen when you get back to your place.

But everything comes to an end, eventually. Placing the last shirt on top of the others, you gathered the most of your courage to go back. When you walked in, the TV had been turned off and Hyunjin was nowhere to be found. You glanced at his room and sighed when you noticed the door closed with a dim light coming from inside. You placed his pile of clothes in front of his door and went to yours to go to sleep. Spoiler alert: you did not fall asleep that night.

Exam week was finally done. Miraculously, you had managed to study for each of them, making it fast for you to finish them. And by studying, I mean studying. You had barely gone out of your room and drowned yourself into your school books. As a result, you and Hyunjin had spoken to each other only a few times and if necessary. That arranged you, you had no intention in interacting with him since your intimate moment. You never brought it up again and neither did he. Luckily, being so busy with school, you didn't take the time to think about it much. Most importantly, you left out any details to anybody. Felix, especially, would be freaking out over this.

After reviewing your answers on your sheet, you happily left your desk to go give out your copy to the teacher. Dahye, who finished after you, gave hers as well and you met with Seungmin. He waited outside of the classroom and did not hesitate to give his newly girlfriend a kiss as a congratulations.

"Get a room." you said in disgust.

"Congratulations to you too, Y/n." Seungmin replied in a fake tone. "Chan's throwing a party tonight for the end of the semester. Are you coming?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to pass." you smiled apologetically.

"Please! Even Jisung is coming." Dahye begged.

You huffed. "Because Hwayoung forced him to, probably. I'm sorry, maybe next year."

"You said this last semester. Please." she insisted again, in a softer tone.

"I'll see. I have to go home, for now. I'll text you."

Waving them goodbye, you went to your place to go take a well deserved shower. You crossed path with Jeongin in your hallway, who asked you if you would come to the party too. After telling him you won't be present, you went inside your apartment as you breathed out a long sigh, fatigue taking over. You didn't see Hyunjin anywhere, so you assumed he was still at school. You got yourself a new set of clothes and headed to your bathroom. The moment you came to open the door, it flung open by itself and you were stunned by the sight in front of you.

Hyunjin, in all his glory, was standing at the doorframe completely shirtless with a towel barely holding itself together around his waist. While his long wet golden locks were falling perfectly on his face, his toned six-pack was on full display for you. You could feel your face turning red as you stood still, unable to make any movement.

"Sorry." he said in a small voice as he bypassed you, going to hide into the comfort of his bedroom.

Still blushing, you finally actively moved to get into the shower. After freshening up and putting on a oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts, you went to the kitchen to get a snack. Your roomie was at the dining table, now wearing something, and avoided your gaze. As for you, you were checking him out in an obvious way. His hair was still damped and he had put on a large white buttoned shirt and black pants. He completed his look with some chains and a few silver rings.

"You're going out?" you questioned.

"Yeah." he briefly answered, still avoiding you. "Chan's got this party for the end of the semester."

"I thought you didn't like partying."

"Yeah, well..." he trailed off. "My sister is going and she insisted for me to have fun for once."

Seemingly, you were going to be the only one not going to the said-party. Although you would rather stay in bed for the rest of the night, it shouldn't be that bad since your friends would be going. And maybe, just maybe, it would give you the courage to ask Hyunjin about the unspoken thing you two had going on.

"She's got a point." you teased. "Are you leaving soon?"

"Why? You want me out that bad?" he joked back, now looking at you. Seeing your poor reaction to his comment, he sighed. "In about 30 minutes."

"Alright, wait for me then." you said and headed back to your room.

You could not choose a decent outfit for the life of you. After already 10 minutes of debating, you called Dahye for some help. Being at Seungmin's place, Felix was there as well and joined the lot to help you out.

"Oh, that top is nice!" Felix commented.

"No, the dress is better." Dahye disagreed.

"What? Sure, but she'll look like a slut."

"Which is what we're going for. My girl hasn't had it in a while."

You rolled her eyes from hearing her judgement of your lack of intimacy. "I don't plan on getting 'it' tonight. I'll go with the top, then. Thanks, Lix! I'll see you later!"

You hung up before Dahye could make another comment about your outfit choice. Putting on a bit of makeup and finshing off with a pair of earrings, you took a better look at yourself with your mirror. Frankly, you were impressed on how you made yourself look this good. Satisfied, you picked up your purse and joined Hyunjin in the kitchen.

He was already standing next to the front door, ready to leave soon. As soon as he saw you, his jaw dropped on the floor. He had always thought you were pretty, but now you were drop dead gorgeous. Not taking his eyes off you, he took a step closer, now towering you. He smirked as he noticed the pink creeping on your cheeks.

"Dressing up to impress, I see." he cocked his head on the side.

"I could say the same about you."

He smirked while taking a step back. He grabbed his jacket and opened the door, letting you leave first.

"What a gentleman."

"That's the bare minimum, angel." he sent you one of his famous winks.

The man was going to kill you at some point, but you were not complaining. After not speaking to each other for weeks, his behaviour was overwhelming for you. As you walked to Chan's place, it being only a couple of blocks away, you shivered since you did not consider the weather to be an issue before leaving. Still having his coat in his arms, Hyunjin brought it onto your shoulders to give you an amount of warmth. Blushing again, you thanked him and he sent you a smile. Another shiver went through your body and, this time, Hyunjin flung his arm around your body, rubbing on your arm.

"You're so cringe." you laughed off.

"I read this in the book you recommended, I know you like it."

You didn't even argue back because he was damn right. You liked it, a lot. Standing in front of Chan and Changbin's place, you could already hear from the other side of the door that there was music playing and people chatting. Knocking on the door, you waited until Chan opened, beaming by seeing the both of you.

"Jin! You made it!" he hugged his friend. "Hey, I'm Chris." he now spoke to you. "I don't think we met properly. Make yourself home! I've got some pizza and drinks."

You bowed at his kind greeting and walked in to see many familiar faces. You easily spotted Dahye, who was leaning onto Seungmin while conversing with Felix and Hyunjoo. Noticing her brother was finally here, the latter raised her hand up, gesturing for the two of you to join them. She immediately hugged you tightly before doing the same with Hyunjin.

"I could've sworn you wouldn't come and stay at your place to watch cheesy ass movies together."

"That was the plan." you said in shame.

"I'm glad you came."

She moved closer to Felix as he took her in her arms, snuggling his nose into her hair. He had always been a touchy person, but the level of affection he gave her was something else. Whatever they had going on, it was definitely more than friendship. Felix had vented to you a few times how scared he was of confessing to her, but by the sight in front of you, you couldn't see why he was so scared.

The night was going pretty smoothly for you. You had refrained yourself from drinking, knowing you would regret it the next morning. The others were being surprisingly reasonable, no one was on the verge of throwing up and the discussions were still coherent. You did not participate much in them, though. You preferred observing the others interact. Chan and his friend, Sora, were fighting in the corner of the kitchen while Minho was observing them with dark eyes, jealousy plastered on his face. Hwayoung was making out with some man as Jisung was observing the scene, staying away from them as he drank his beer sadly. Jeongin and Youngmi were in their own little bubble, both painfully fond of the other. Changbin was attempting to diffuse some of the awkwardness by talking with students you didn't know at all, trying to hide the argument happening behind him.

Your friends stayed together and did not mix up with the rest, which made the party less eventful than you expected, well, for you since the others had issues to attend to. Noticing the boredom growing in you, Hyunjin nudged your arm. You leaned closer to him and he whispered in your ear.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"I was almost waiting for you to ask me, let's go."

Laughing at your demeanor, he followed you as you took his wrist and left the flat, not even saying bye to the host as he was busy with a conflict. Still giggling at your rude exit, you walked lazily next to Hyunjin as you headed back home.

"The sky is pretty." you hummed after you had calm down from your laughter.

"I painted a night sky recently. Oddly enough, it reminded me of you."

You frowned. "Me?"

"Yeah. I guess it's because we always hang out at night."

"I don't recall you painting anything of that sort."

"That's because we barely saw each other these days." he laughed, but became serious shortly after. "Well, after the other night."

Your heart started to pace faster. Despite how much you wanted to make things clear after what happened, you didn't want to bring it up just yet. You stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, until you reached the building.

"Are you going to bed right away?" he asked as you took the elevator.

"Probably not."

While shoving his hands down his pockets, he rocked his body back and forth, unsure of what to say next. He was dying to tell you how much he wished he had kissed you that night, and how much he wanted to do so right at this instant. Instead, uneasiness filled the metal box while it kept going up. The moment the door slid open, you hurried to get to your shared apartment, leaving it open for him to follow behind, and you wanted nothing more but to hide under your covers. On the other hand, Hyunjin had other plans. After catching up to you, he grabbed you by the arm to stop you, turning you around to face him.

"I'm not going to sleep either. I found a spot recently on the roof. Do you mind keeping me company?"

How could you say no to him when he looked at you as if you were a masterpiece? Hesitant, you nodded your head slowly and let him lead you to a staircase. Going up, you arrived to the roof where benches were installed as well as a few mattresses. Lights were making the place more cozy while a teapot was placed carefully on a small table.

"Wow." you breathed out, impressed. "Did the school do this?"

He rubbed his arm while you sat down on one of the chairs. "Actually, I did."

Your head shot to his direction, more stunned than before. "When?"

"Weeks ago. I wanted a spot to think and clear my mind. The teapot is mine, too. I was hoping to bring you here, eventually. I know how much you like tea, so..."

Your eyes softened as he explained his little set up. You observed his moves and he took the spot next to you. Timidly, he reached to your hand to take it in his and rubbed his thumb against your soft skin.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about, well, you know."

You gulped, afraid of where this was going. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been this close to you, and I didn't want things to get weird so I kind of avoided you on purpose. I'm truly sorry."

He huffed in response. "I don't want you to apologize. That night, I realized how much I grew to like you with time. You have no idea how much energy it took me to not kiss you."

You tilted your frame away from him as doubt and confusion filled your mind. "You wanted to kiss me..?"

He smiled at how clueless you were. "And I still want to, very much. I've been having perfect grades in my last assignments because every single piece was made just by the thought of you. I know it sounds creepy or something, but I really can't get you off my mind."

"It's not creepy." you smiled back. "It's kind of sweet."

He carefully brought himself closer to you. "Do you remember the first time I saw you last year? When I moved in?" You frowned, but nodded once the memory came back to you. "I don't know why, but you left an impression on me. I was so clumsy, but you laughed in a friendly way and helped me. And after you came to live with me, I was convinced I would spill out how much I like you."

You could not believe your ears. Hyunjin, the clumsy boy with the looks of a prince, had feelings for you. The same boy you had been crushing on for months, now.

"I like you too."

That was all it took for him to grin like a child. "Good." he simply said.

The same scenario happened again; him staring at your lips while you breathed uneasily from the proximity of his face to yours. This time, however, you did not back out and were the first one to crash your lips onto his. From the way he brought you closer by the waist, you could tell how long he had been waiting for this moment.

"God, you're perfect." he whispered to you in-between kisses.

You couldn't tell for how long you made out, but it ended undeniably too soon for your liking. You continued your unplanned sort of date by going over to the mattresses, cuddled up while stargazing. You complimented the sky, Hyunjin pointed out some aspects he could add to his painting. The subject drifted slowly to moments you had shared over time when Hyunjin thought you were the one for him. You took this as a chance to point out the times he made your heart stop from his gestures. Overall, it was perfect.

It was getting late and you were yawning loudly when Hyunjin said it was time to go to bed. Sadly, you left the roof to go back inside. Holding hands, you were walking towards your room and then stopped abruptly.

"Do you want to... um... sleep in my room with me? Like, actually sleep?" you suggested nervously.

"I won't do anything, I promise." he kissed your forehead.

You didn't take the time to change clothes since you were so tired, so you slept while still having your party outfits on. You didn't mind. What mattered was how Hyunjin's warmth made you feel at home, and how his sweet words of good night made you realize how damn lucky you were to have found him.

The morning came slowly. Not having school anymore, you didn't have to wake up early, but your body did anyway out of habit. You couldn't help the smile forming on your face when you heard a certain someone mumble in his sleep. You turned around to face him, taking in how he was still insanely handsome despite the fact he was sleeping hard. You let him rest for a bit, but you grew impatient at some point, so you poked his cheek to wake him up. He streched out his arm as he opened his eyes slowly, grinning the moment he saw you.

"Good morning, angel." he pecked your cheek, making you blush.

"Hey." you murmured. "I can make us some breakfast while you get ready, yeah?"

"Sounds perfect to me." he smiled, his eyes closing again.

You happily hopped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Being the lazy ass you were, you were glad Hyunjin wasn't picky with his food and you settled for some toasts. When he walked to sit down at the table, he hummed as the smell reached his nostrils.

"You have no idea how many times I imagined this moment."

You laughed. "Sounds like you are obsessed with me."

"I might be." he shrugged while you placed his plate in front of him.

You kept on teasing each other as you ate your breakfast. Hyunjin was done before you, so he left to go to the bathroom to wash up, leaving you with the stained plates. After getting rid of the dishes, you joined him to get ready as well and came face to face with your toothbrush, all ready for you to use.

"I can do this myself, you know?" you couldn't help but giggle.

"I wanted to do it." he said unclearly, having his own toothbrush in his mouth.

You brushed your teeth together, with him tickling your sides from time to time. After washing your teeth, you took out your cream and started to apply it on your face. Hyunjin tried to get a kiss from you, but you denied, assuring him the taste of morning cream wasn't pleasing. Pouting, he started to brush his hair, still observing you in the mirror. Being bored, or cheesy (might be both), he fogged the mirror with his breath and drew a heart on it. You exploded in laughter at his gesture, but he proudly presented his drawing.

"You're so fucking adorable, stop it." you said, in awe.

"I know." he snickered. "Can I have my kiss now?"

Gladly, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and set a soft kiss on his mouth. Happily, he melted into you and deepened it. As you separated from each other, he kept you in his arms while staring right back into your eyes.

"Wait until I tell my sister about this."

You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes at his idiotic self. With the giggle it caused from him, you pressed another peck on his lips. This was just the beginning. You knew every morning with him was going to be as dream-like as this one, and you were more than content with the idea.

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black-is-iconic · 2 months

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When The Past Comes Knocking pt.2

Your ensnared in a tight vise like embrace before you can even think to react, his hands….warm as they slide up your thigh hoisting your frame up onto his waist so he can completely encase your body.

His fingers trembled along your back as he held you, his breath…..panicked and uneven; "oh gods" he murmured voice low and thick as he buried his face into your neck pressing his forehead against your bare shoulder, your eyes closed with pain as Tengen's hot breathing washed across your skin.

"Please" he whispered along your skin, "please let this be real" he begged in a broken whisper.

"Because if this is another dream, I don't think I can bear it", [S/N] named tugged at the fabric of Tengen's uniform slightly uncomfortable being smothered between the two of you, making Tengen release you and pull back as he gazed at [S/N] and [D/N] clinging tightly to your kimono with wide eyed awe.

Tears stream down his cheeks as he gently reaches out to touch little [S/N]'s hand but [S/N] furrows his brows and swats his hand away "no no no" hemurmursd snuggling closer to your chest, [D/N] however eagerly makes grabby hands for him.

Almost as if she knew, Tengen just as eager scooped her up cradling her close to his chest as he stared down at her with nothing but love and adoration on his face as he gently kissed the top of [D/N]'s head lovingly, she giggled kicking her feet and holding onto his finger as he held her tightly looking between you her and [S/N].

You wanted to speak, but you didn't want to ruin the sweet moment. After gazing at [D/N] for a little more, he returned his gaze to you, "h-how are you, what happened I have so many questions" he murmured softly you sat back down on the couch and he sat down right next to you. Practically sitting on you, but you didn't mind.

After six year away you were more than eager to feel his skin against yours again.

Everything was so strange, when you first met you were both awkward teenagers just trying to follow in the footsteps of your parents and hopelessly in love.

But like all good things….it turned sour very quickly and it still hurts to think about it, "tired" you answered quietly leaning against him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders drawing you into his embrace and resting his chin on your head.

Tengen bounced [D/N] on his lap and the latter simply ate up the attention playing with the rings on his fingers and sleeve of his glove, [S/N] seeing his sister so comfortable slowly crawled from your grasp and into Tengen's lap, hesitantly reaching up to touch his fathers face. You smiled sweetly watching them interact until your eyes drifted down towards his ring and then to the other three women who sat on the opposite couch just watching.

You tried not to feel jealous and bitter, repeating that it was okay for him to move on sense you were thought to be dead. But it was like a knife twisting deeper into your chest with every passing second as the women continued to stare.

"When I left the house, your father and his men followed me" you murmured softly eyes downcast as you recall one of the darkest day of your life.

"I-I thought…things were getting better" you whispered tears spilling down your cheeks as a shuddering breath fell from your lips, "I thought he was starting to like me. But I should've never expected honey from a snake" you spat venomously "I……" you started hands trembling softly as you took a deep breath.

"I was kidnapped, and sold to a foreign ninja clan over seas…but Id rather not talk about it" you murmured softly leaning your head on Tengen's awaiting chest, he kissed along your knuckles before kissing your temple.

"You don't have to worry I'll never let him anywhere near you again" he murmured kissing your temple, "for now" hummed kissing your knuckles and leading you to your feet "let me show you something" he then turned to Suma and smiled.

Can you watch the kids?" He asked softly Suma gasped loudly squeezing her cheeks she took a deep breath ready to shout YES, but her eyes darted to you and she practically begged for permission with her eyes.

You swallowed nervously looking down at your children…and then to the women skeptically, "u-Um…I-I guess it's fine" you muttered softly and Suma leapt over the table. Scooping up [S/N] and [D/N] who squirmed and cried in her grasp as she rubbed her cheek against their cooing "oh pretty babies so cute~"

You followed Tengen down the corridor his hand encasing yours, his warmth reliving some of the stress bubbling under the surface. With a light smile he pulled you into your old room, and it was exactly how you left it.

Even down to the clothes you once threw into a corner and tossed on the floor haphazardly. The walls were still a lovely shade of lilac, the bed half-made.

A large bookshelf stood beside the desk, filled with different textbooks and novels, a few bottles of paint and unfinished tapestries lay forgotten on the coffee table.

Abitter-sweett smile touched your lips as you recall wanting to be a famous artist, "it's as if time never moved" you utter softly and Tengen sat next to you looking you in the eye with an deep sense of longing.

"That's because it didn't….for me at least… every day was hell" he whispered voice cracking under the weight of his tears. He picked up your hand placing a kiss to your palm before leaning into it.

"You……were my everything" he cried pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms trembling as they held your smaller frame, "I never forgave myself. How could I….i-it was my fault you vanished, my fault you suffered alone….I-I'm so sorry" he murmured breaking down into tears as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

"It's not your fault" you whispered into his ear as your hands slowly trail up and down the expanse of his back in a soothing manner, "I think even if you had taken the mission, your father would still figured out a way to tear us apart" Tengen gripped you tighter his face a mask of cold hatred as you mentioned his father.

"I hate that man" he spat out venomously, those words tearing a growl through his throat, "I'll kill him and then burn his corpse to ashes with my own hands" he stated firmly as he looked to the window letting your hands roam freely up his spine and into his hair.

"Or" you interjected slowly making him face you by tilting his chin, "you can forget about him….and focus on me….and our children?" You offered softly planting a kiss on his chin and then his lips. He smiled into the kiss momentarily taking your lips with the force of a hungry beast, tongue tangling itself into yours desperately trying to devour you.

But then he parted ways, looking down at your lips and swallowing before looking away….a dark look clouding his eyes, "but it's his fault, his fault we never had a chance to get married, his fault I wasn't there to help you during the pregnancy or um."

He looked to you and you smiled "[S/N] and [D/N]" you mused softly watching his eyes light up with joy and tears after hearing you'd named [S/N] after one of his fallen brothers.

"It's his fault I missed their birth, their first steps, their first words…I missed everything because of him" he shouted getting up from the bed and storming across the room towards the window, fighting off the urge to leap out and track down his father and slay him in the most brutal ways.

Getting up with a sigh you walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "if it helps" muttered softly staring out the window with him "[D/N] hasn't said her first words yet" he turned to look at you with a surprised face but it melted into one of joy.

"Well there's that, but it still doesn't change my mind I want him dead as soon as possible" he murmured placing a kiss to your forehead, "he'll get what's coming to him…but for now…how about we focus on the good? I'm here we have [S/N] and [D/N] we're hole again" Tengen smiled pulling you desperately close, "good….cause I don't think I could ever loose you again….my heart couldn't take it" he murmured against your lips.

Before kissing you deeply and hoisting you into his waist, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and he began to trail hot opened mouth kisses down along your jaw and down your neck. A soft gasp fell from your lips as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, and then proceeded to lay you back against the bed.

His eyes gleamed with desire, and you were all to receptive helping him to strip yourself bare before his hands expertly began working your breast.

His mouth moving hungrily along your chest taking one perk nipple in your mouth and sucking on it while rubbing circles in your other making sure to graze his fingernail over every ride on you areola before squeezing lightly.

A soft whimper escaped you as some of the tension was released from your teat, and milk secreted out of the nub, Tengen flinched slightly not expecting it "oh wow" he murmured softly.

and you looked away slightly embarrassed, "I-I'm still breast feeding [S/N] and [D/N]…." you muttered awkwardly and Tengen pulled your close for another kiss.

"What's that look for? I think it's flashy, your providing for our children it's not something to be embarrassed about I think it's very sexy" he purred huskily before nibbling your ear lobe and licking down down the expansion of your cheek continuing to massage toy with your breast but you winced.

"S-sorry…it's a bit sore" you murmured shyly and Tengen got up off the bed walking towards the coffee table, "Tengen?"

You called afraid it was too much for him, but he simply scooped up a large coffee mug from the table and returned to you with a devious smile "just sounds like too me like your full and need a good milking" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You blushed heavily as he centered the mug under your leaky breast and began to gently massaged your tender breast, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You leaned into his shoulder breathing quietly, your eyes sliding shut, his hands were so gentle as they gently worked the pain away.

Milk spilling freely as he cupped and caressed your tits gently, pulling and tugging teasing little circles on your nipples causing them to pucker up before he squeezed out streams of milky fluid.

"A-Aah~" a small managed to escape from the barrier of your hand pressed tightly against your lips i an attempt to be quiet, buuuuuut Tengen had other plans, his hand drifted down your stomach and underneath your kimono, slowly tracing your slit through the thin fabric spreading your wetness along the cloth.

He then slowly gripped the fabric pulling it harshly and making it tighten along your dripping cunt, "T-Tengen" your murmured softly and he simply kissed you before taking your left nipple into mouth and sucking the sweet nectar from it with abandon.

Moaning in pleasure as his warm tongue swirled around the tip. His grip tightened further along the fabric of your panties slowly yet surely sliding the fabric up and down your slit and catching your clit in the process.

You sucked a breath through your teeth gripping his arm as the slow grind of the fabric against your sensitive button drove you wild, your fingers clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

A small groan slipping past your lips as your body trembled beneath Tengen's firm grasp, he continued to tug the fabric against your clit sending shocks of ecstasy pulsing throughout your body. Your hips moving unconsciously against him, the room became filled with the sound of your soft whimpers and smell of your sex.

You could see the outline of Tengen's hard-on pressing so tightly against his demon slayer uniform but when you went to touch it he slapped your hand away and spanked your vulva.

You sucked a breath between your lips as he continued the abuse slowly fingering your slit through the fabric and spanking your clit offering you both a sensual torture.

As he reached to push the fabric aside the door slide open slightly and he was quick to cover you with a blanket and pull away as Suma walked into the room.

"I-I'm sorry Lord Tengen…um Y/N but [S/N] and [D/N] won't stop crying and I've tried everything they just seem to want to fuss," she said dejectedly you took a deep breath and sighed.

"T-Their" your voice cracked and you cleared it "their probably hungry…bring them here please and I'll feed them" Suma smiled rushing back out the room as you and Tengen shared a glance before resting your heads against each other.

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goodluckclove · 6 days

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On Being Seen

I'll warn you in advance, friends and colleagues - I might not have quite an optimistic take on this one. In advance I'll say that I'm totally all right, there's no need to comfort or fawn or worry. It's just been a pretty crazy couple of days and it's sort of left me in a kind of perturbed state of mind.

I feel as if I've developed a reputation on Writeblr as someone strongly supportive of other writers through their struggles and successes, and I figure it might be useful to see that I speak as someone who has their fair share of doubts. Consider it a show of neurosis that supports me as your steadfast advocate in creative growth and potential.

I'll put it under a read more. It's nothing triggering I don't think, I'm just a little embarrassed to have it fully visible under what I still consider to be a relatively professional space. Or at least a space for me as a professional whose brand involves not being very professional.

Nevertheless.

I debated for a long time self-publishing Blind Trust. I went back and forth every so often for weeks, and my poor wife had to deal with the brunt of my strange excuses not to do it. It really came down to one big question, which was...why?

Why am I publishing this? And for money, no less? That's weird. Why would anybody support that? It wouldn't deter me from writing if I never published any of the Songbird Elegies. I'd still write them. I've been writing stories for almost 20 years that no one has ever read and no one will probably ever read.

Sure, I have the fantasies of relative cult notoriety. People making fanart of my characters and sharing weird memes about my plot points. Finding comfort in the words and stories I've created to comfort myself. When I was still considered schizoaffective my dad gave me a copy of Flow My Tears the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick and said that he was "like us". If that happened to someone else with one of my books it would mean the world to me.

Then again, would it? Because in my actual, real, physical life I am terrible at taking praise. It's like trying to catch a ball from the other side of a brick wall. If you ever pass me on the street I'm guaranteed to be wearing soundproof headphones and blasting music to keep anyone from talking to me. You might catch my eye and I'll smile and nod, maybe toss a compliment your way, but if you try to have a conversation and I do not know you I will absolutely just keep walking. I can't do it.

I love people and I'm terrified of people. It's always been this way.

It's easier online. I mean it when I say that I'm open to anyone here just starting a conversation with me about anything. There's already the unspoken assumption that we're all already weird, so I don't have to think too hard about your motivations. But still, large amounts of praise and positive reinforcement make me deeply uncomfortable. I've been trying to work on that for years, but I find most advice on building self-worth deeply unhelpful.

It's not like I'd prefer hate. I think I'm just not used to being noticed either way.

This is the first time I've made an honest effort to put my work, and by proxy myself (all writers are brands now, says the publishing industry as a whole) on display online. And for the most part it's been great! I enjoy the connections I've made here. The promise of making more. There are so many skilled storytellers here that it gives me a lot of hope and excitement for the future of literature.

But it's weird. It's really weird.

Most of the time I see it as another social media client. I stand by the posts I make and do them for fun, but I also do them to maintain a presence and draw in more attention. I studied to do things like this for work before. I picked like three social media management tactics that I thought I could remember when I was 18 and just stuck by them. And then occasionally I go oh wait. This isn't some nonprofit. This isn't a start-up for tech assholes. This is me.

And that's weird.

It's not a massive following I have, but it's more than I've ever had before under my own personal and creative writing. I published short stories and articles, but I never heard anything from them. There are short stories I have on online journals that I genuinely do not know if anyone has read. Here, I see people like things and I'm like huh. I feel like a mummy or a ghoul. I do not understand what people are doing.

One part of my brain takes this information and says that it's probably proof that when I publish Blind Trust, some people will buy it. People have expressed interest already. Which means they're probably interested, I think. I post excerpts of my writing and people seem to enjoy it enough to click a button or leave a comment. That's cool. I don't get why it happens, but it's very cool and it makes me happy.

At the same time there's this undercurrent of paranoia. I don't get it. And I don't think I ever will. That's essentially been my only coping mechanism for publishing at this point - I don't know if it'll work, but I might as well try and if I do something will probably happen.

I know I'm a writer. At this point it would be ridiculous to say I wasn't. I'm a professional, working writer, and experienced enough to know that saying all that doesn't say much in terms of quality.

Am I a good writer? I don't really know what that means. I like Blind Trust. I'm reading it for the fourth time as I edit it again and I genuinely enjoy it. So someone who thinks like me and has similar tastes to myself might feel the same way. I don't really know who that person might be. Statistically I imagine they have to exist somewhere. And that there's at least a handful of them.

Imposter Syndrome is real and I don't think it ever goes away. I'd like to think that it's one of those things where you think about it less and less, and this is just the first night in maybe five months that I'm really thinking about it.

I'm not expecting to make a ton of money off my first book. In fact, I probably will be sick from anxiety with any purchase I get for the first year, because it means that someone spent human money on writing I am happy to just give them for free.

But this is going to be my job. I want this to be my job so I can spend more time doing it. Because I've dedicated so much time to doing all of this, it means I get to spend a lot of my day getting other writers to write even a little bit of their own stories. And that's so important to me.

I don't know. I don't really have a neat end to this. I'm forcing myself to actually follow through with posting it, and then to continue keeping it up even though it feels incredibly vulnerable to be, in my opinion, this self-indulgent and whiny. It's insecure. I'm still insecure. I'm in therapy and on medication and there's more shit I got to do in life.

Still, I'm telling myself that my version of being a Professional Writer is to showcase emotional pitfalls like this. Newer writers might know that you can sometimes have a night where you might not be in despair, per say, but certainly deep confusion, and then come back the next day and keep on working. I stand by what I mean when I say that the craft should not be entirely miserable. It is still maybe 25% inconvenient to me, and I am currently in that less-desirable quarter.

So what am I doing? Wife got us Jersey Mike's, so I had a yummy sandwich. Kafka is sitting on my calves, just behind my laptop monitor. I'm listening to my soul/funk playlist while Wife plays Hell Divers for the first time. Later we're going to play a board game.

But for now, I'm going to keep editing my goddamned novel.

Blind Trust out in June. Get ready people, because I'm not.

#writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #on writing #writing #indie author #authors of tumblr #vent post #personal #oh god the ego #i'm dying

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puckrph · 6 months

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JENNY FROM THEBES SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from the 2023 album by the mountain goats

"remember at your peril."

"forget the ones you can."

"i left home feeling empty."

"they made a space for you."

"this world is sad and broken, gotta fix a crack or two."

"rest until you're rested."

"just when you think you've learned how to forget, you learn it's just the ones who haven't risen to the surface yet."

"this will be the last time i do this, i'm pretty sure."

"no one lasts for long in this profession, so they say."

"maybe i'll see you again someday."

"you can make out all the exits from a static position."

"i'm never gonna break my neck falling down stairs."

"you can light a cigarette against the cooktop if you need to."

"you're never gonna get by on three hours' sleep a night."

"you're never gonna get by on three hours' sleep a night, unless you absolutely have to. then you'll get by alright."

"you're gonna get a wrinkle on your forehead."

"you're gonna make a bargain with the bad guys."

"you're gonna make some choices you regret."

"there's no place to hide from the prophecy."

"there's only one way out."

"there's only one way out, no matter what you do."

"watch for the signs."

"you're gonna have to steal what you need."

"they're never gonna let you forget."

"but if all that's true, what about you?"

"i think i'm gonna take you in."

"i've always had to follow my instincts."

"usually, i'm out on my own."

"what happens if i take you home?"

"i'm headed for a season in exile, as the oracle predicted."

"according to reliable sources, in thirty days i'm getting evicted."

"i've seen ones like you before."

"i gave you an answer that i thought you'd buy."

"all of this will disappear in the twinkling of an eye."

"i can hear the timer ticking in my chest."

"what are you gonna do?"

"it's better if you have a plan."

"i saw the future in an oil slick, it told me what i need to know: leave a little stain behind you everywhere you go."

"i'm only slightly diminished, older but wiser."

"when you've got a big job to do, you notice how the moments drag."

"live in the present."

"relish the time before you have to leave it behind."

"i'm smarter but scared, now."

"wearing an exile's mark: one that's gonna glow in the dark."

"take all your worry and care, feed it to the big machine."

"once you commit to the turn, you're gonna have to follow through."

"it's the only thing you can do."

"what's become of us?"

"when the vision comes, i have no resistance."

"i used to get so scared."

"it wasn't in your nature, taking in strays."

"i clung to you for days."

"i'm strong now. that was all years back."

"it's somewhere in a wreckyard now. never see it again on this earth."

"let the scavengers proclaim how much it was worth."

"i figure something's gotta happen sometime."

"i wait all day for you."

"i can smell the threat of rain in the air."

"i can only try to understand."

"a small amount of pressure in the right place breaks the strongest link in the chain."

"i'm trying not to buckle under the strain."

"i'll take anything that the others won't."

"i can see the value where others don't."

"i'm striking a bargain with the imp in my brain."

"you're prepared to take another knock for the short game, but you can ask any veteran running back: eventually your joints complain."

"everyone deserves a little light in their hair."

"everybody needs to love and be loved."

"anything to help with the pain."

"you have to be headed somewhere."

"somebody comes bearing the standard just when you need to see it held high."

"i feel something bigger than me."

"a body floating in a water tower only has one way to go."

"never thought we'd see the day when you wiggled free, but you did long before we did."

"i didn't guess we'd ever come to dread that engine's roar."

"nobody will ever know for certain the names of all the secrets i've held back behind the curtain."

"aging motorcycles purr like cats when they draw near."

"i could barely make the frame out through my tears."

"nobody's ever gonna pour plaster in my tracks. my exit will be clean when i vanish from the scene."

"you won't find any thumbprints to dust your powder into."

"depends on the way the wind blows."

"kiss the people you hold dear and forget that i was ever here."

"if word should reach you from the field, be cool."

"make them beat it out of you if they want it."

"if they steer me wrong, i'm just gonna play along."

"let me go to no haven anyone would yearn for."

"let me go free."

"on the morning when i stop looking back, i'll be up to see the sunrise."

"may you emerge free and clear."

"may you do some good where you go."

"i'll carry what i need to carry and bury what i have to bury."

#long post /#memes #rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #rp starters #askbox prompt #askbox memes #mountain goats sentence starters #the mountain goats starters

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Is there any picture of Alice’s family? It would be cool to see them or doodle an idea what they look like :0

Sadly, I haven't been able to draw for a while now due to health reasons, and it might be a while longer before I can again. (Don't worry, it's nothing serious.) A friend of mine offered to draw the oldest three King girls for me though, which is super sweet of her.

I have made picrews of some of the family members to serve as a general idea to work from when I do eventually draw them. It's what I did before drawing Alice's concept sheet too. I find picrews to a good place to consider character appearance in broad strokes.

I'll share some of those picrews with you all if you're curious about my current general ideas. Remember, their designs (and some of their names) aren't completely set in stone yet, as I still need to draw them when I can. This just helps me better get a picture in my mind of what they look like.

As a heads up, each individual picrew can be pretty limited in its options. Sometimes skin tone, eye color, hair type, etc. just won't match with the look I'm going for. These are just the picrews that come closest to what I have in mind right now.

First up is Mama King, who I'm considering naming Lycoris or Lily.

Picrew

Soft, sweet, cuddly, short of stature but big of heart, Mama King absolutely loves her family more than anything else in the world. There's nothing she won't do to protect them and what they love.

Mama King is not only a great mother, but she's also fantastic at growing plants and has won many awards over the years. This is what led to a pretty good business online selling flowers that have been made into charming jewelry and other forms of art by her creative and loving spouse.

The family home has a decent sized plot of land to allow Mama to grow as many plants as she likes. Her gardens are truly a sight to behold, and her one of a kind flowers are to die for.

As you might have guessed, Alice has gotten a few features from her mom, such as her height, curly hair, and her wonderfully soft and cuddly hugs. The coloration, however, was something she inherited from her Papa.

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I'm still trying to decide on Papa King's name, but I've got a pretty solid idea of what he looks like. Tall, slender, and pale, this proud papa stands out in a crowd, though sometimes under some shade with sunscreen and shades on if it's someplace out in the sunlight. Sadly, being albino means you're more prone to sunburns, and his eyes are more sensitive than most. The picrew can't really give what I have in mind justice, but their eyes are a mixture of pale blue and red due to the lack of pigment.

Papa King is a sensitive soul who loves creating stylish trinkets and jewelry. He struggles with conflict, so their wife is his knight in shining armor much of the time, and that's one of the reasons why they fell in love with her. He also loves their wonderful children, as well as all the cats and dogs the family own. Though quite the homebody, his life is very full with such a busy house and their creative projects, as well as running the business he owns with their wife.

The oldest child of the King family probably doesn't really need an introduction. I mean, I drew Alice and mentioned her on this tumblr plenty of times before. Still, it feels sad to leave her out, so here's a picrew of her and Jack holding hands and dressed for a date.

Picrew

Why yes I'm shameless about my OTP. Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy the sweet vanilla and spice.

Eventually I'll make a post with the picrews that I used to help me make Alice's concept sheet, but that's for another time. Now onto the next child in this big, happy family.

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The second oldest was named Barbara Anne, but you'd be forgiven for not knowing that, as everyone calls her Barbie, with her siblings sometimes just calling her Bar. (Alice was the one who first started using that particular nickname when they were very little and it just stuck around.)

Barbie is practically the opposite of her sweet and doting parents. She's a prickly, snarky, and sarcastic misanthrope who prefers animals and 2D characters to humans. Her personality and large stature are usually enough to ward people off. She's taken after her dad with her height and her mom with having a larger frame. Though she's a nerdy otaku, if she hits you, it's going to hurt.

Barbie isn't shy to let people know to back off and leave her alone, quick to deliver barbs and tease others mercilessly if they don't buzz off. Still, like any true tsundere, get past her prickly exterior and there's a softer side that's full of genuine love and affection waiting underneath. The only people she cares about currently are her family and the few friends she made online... and eventually a suitor who is going to need to be a good boy and heel at her command if he wants a chance of making puppies with her.

The most striking thing about Barbie is her eyes. She has central heterochromia, which means both of her eyes are a mixture of brown and blue, not unlike how Papa King's are a mixture of red and blue. She practically lives in t-shirts and sweatpants, which often are themed around anime and games she likes, or offensive snark. Her hair is always a mess, and she keeps it cropped short most of the time so that she doesn't have to bother with it.

Barbie is good with computers and isn't above a little hacking or trolling. Though she's moved out of the King house, she's doing just fine in her own apartment, making money by scamming crypto scammers and the like, among other more legitimate and actually legal jobs.

Don't tell anyone about her secret double life as a streamer with a cutesy anime waifu virtual avatar. She'll make your life hell if you do.

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Next up is Coraline. I already made a post talking about her and showing off a few of her picrews, so I'll just lightly touch on what I have in mind for her design. She's average height (making her a little taller than big sis Alice), with brown eyes, looks very sickly, and while most of her very curly hair is brown, it lacks some pigment in places. She still lives at home due to her health, and every morning Mama braids her hair up nice and neat, only for it to eventually come increasingly undone and messy by the end of the day. She favors comfortable clothes like sweaters and sweatpants.

The most signature piece of Coraline's look is her pendant. I've actually mentioned the pendant before in a previous post... or at least Alice's version of the pendant and the fact that each King child got one when they were born.

Mama King proposed to Papa with a bouquet of blue roses that she grew specially for them . Blue roses are said to be an impossible flower naturally, very rare, and growing them was her way of showing that she loved him enough to do the impossible for them. Papa preserved each one of the flowers in resin and whenever they're expecting a child, he crafts one into a custom necklace for the child, which is engraved with the baby's name and the date of their birth after they're born.

As an aside, if one of the kids ever wanted to change their name for whatever reason, Papa would be more than happy to alter the inscription to their new name.

The rest of the kids are vague as of the moment, but I know there are at least 4 more of them. They'll be fleshed out eventually over time, along with the pets and any other details about this happy family.

I hope you liked what I've got to share with you so far about the King family, and thanks for showing interest in them. I'm always happy to know that people enjoy my OCs. 💖

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Dachabo #The Groom of Gallagher Mansion #TheGroomOfGallagherMansion #Picrew Art #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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lacefuneral · 2 months

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also sidebar. Usually when I have voice calls with another person will watch like a movie or a TV show or something like that. But it's actually pretty fun to listen to a podcast with someone else. So you know if you're concussed or some thing I do recommend that or even if you're not

because it's like. Sometimes listening to a podcast on your own when you aren't really doing anything else can get kind of boring but like if you have another person there then you can kind of react to the podcast and riff on it and pause it to talk about things. but also it is good to have like another activity going at the same time

Which reminds me that I don't really know what I'm supposed to do now because I have finished using my silicone pick pads. I'm not really supposed to do anything that requires cognitive thought. And if I wanted to draw I would need a light source but I'm in the dark most of the time. Also I am pretty sure I have a blister on my thumb excessively picking those beads out because literally that was the only activity I had.

I also talk to my mother for three hours yesterday I ended up telling her that I use them pronouns and have been for the last four years. And I think she was as empathetic as she was capable of being at the time but she also does not have that information yet. Like when I first came out like with a lot of other trans people yeah her reaction wasn't the best mostly because you know trans stuff was pretty unknown to her and you know she loves me and she was worried about me. And so she said some things to me that were pretty hurtful but understandable and also very common among parents who are just finding that stuff out. and it definitely felt like this time around when I was talking about stuff like she just sort of let me express myself and explain and it felt like she was kind of deliberately like holding back like you know what whatever her initial like reaction was so that she didn't like lash out at me or something, so that's good growth. She did tell me that you know again she's worried about me is the main thing. Like she's very aware that it's dangerous to be trans and GNC. And I reassured her and I was like no trust me I also know that and I am trying to be careful when I'm able to be careful and express myself and I'm able to express myself. And she did also say the typical "I don't really understand they them pronouns outside of the plural" and I reassured her and I was like honestly most people do not because it's not super common in our society right now. So I think maybe when I'm feeling better I might try to send her like some resources about it. I think there's some like a book that I have seen like in some trans supply stores maybe I find a PDF of that or something. I'm not really in the state to be looking for these things right now. And also a little too stressed out to deal with gender at the moment

I know my dad is going to be a headache I'll say that. So I'm not looking forward to him finding out about this but to be fair both of them have seen me wear pronoun pins before so. it's not like they're oblivious it's just like. I've never said anything about it before now to them

forgive typos etc I'm not really checking this one too much I did correct a few typos but not a lot. OK I'm gonna try not to go crazy today with not having a lot of stuff to do wish me luck. Although knowing me I will probably take out my phone like five minutes from now so I can rant into it again cause like what else I'm I gonna do

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purpleturtle9000 · 10 months

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do Echo and Lee technically count as a third pair of disaster twins

They don't mind that Echo's quiet, because there's enough going on in their own mind without adding someone else's thoughts to it. They can come close to getting lost in themself, sometimes, but Echo's always there to draw them back out again. With a comic or movie, or in some cases, a grenade stolen from Tello.

Well, they can't say their life is boring.

"Could throw it back at Tello," they suggest. There's a vent near the desk in the lab, for when things get caught on fire and need to be aired out, and they know from experience that they can fit small objects through it.

There was, after all, The Incident Of The Crab. Not the blue one that Heiwa is bonded with, but a regular one from the store. Tello screamed hysterically and somehow ended up sideways through the window with their goggles off.

Leonardo laughed so hard he started crying. Despite the fact that they were then grounded for the Tello torture, Lee considered it all worth it.

They're pretty sure that they can avoid getting in trouble for this one, though. Pep likes candy corn, and Echo 'accidentally' 'borrows' things all the time. And equally important, Tello comes running whenever they think that Pep is distressed.

Why Tello insists they're not a parent to Pep, Lee doesn't know, but its not their business. They just like the opportunities it presents.

I'll give you a six-ounce box of candy corn if you keep Tello out of their lab for five minutes, they text Pep.

Leonardo complains sometimes about how even the young blues have phones, but it's the easiest way for them to all stay in touch. And it's easier for Tello to track them, when they run off to do 'some weird shit'.

There's no response to their text, but a minute later, they hear Pep wailing like he's been abandoned. Perfect.

The door to Tello's lab slams open not ten seconds later, and they rush past without looking at Lee or Echo once. They might not have even noticed the two of them there.

Lee outlines their plan, and Echo goes along with it, like he always does. He'll be doing the work, since Lee makes a much better lookout. They learned that the hard way, from the two times they got busted because Echo just skedaddled instead of warning them.

They're a long ways from the lab by the time Pep stops crying. One of the nice things about Tello is that they're completely unable to tell when the crying is fake, and are worried regardless. Very convenient.

Pep shows up to collect his candy and disappears with both the promised reward, and a warning not to go into Tello's lab until he hears something explode. He seems vaguely disapproving but says nothing to get them to stop. Why interfere with free candy?

For better or worse, Lee's half-forgotten about the grenade by the time there's an explosion and a shriek in short order. Oh, right. They convinced Echo to blow something up. It's surprisingly easy to do.

"Think we're gonna get in trouble for that if they catch us?" they ask.

They can't see anything of Echo, just the several blankets he's been wrapped up in for twenty minutes, but they can hear a snort of laughter.

"Trouble if they catch us," Echo agrees.

Which probably means they should be running right about now, but it's not like Tello is actually going to do anything. The only thing faster than an angry nerd is a protective brother, namely Alpha.

Besides, Echo is half asleep already, curled up against their plastron with his head tucked under their chin. He likes being held - needs it, really - and Lee never minds being the one to hold him.

Who else could he trust? No one else has been through what they have. Leonardo comes close to making them a trio, but he was only in his prison dimension for a few minutes. Lee was there for days, and Echo, a full year. And Leonardo hasn't lost nearly as much as them.

They lost one twin, and found another. Echo doesn't make up for their three dead brothers, but he doesn't try to. It would be worse if he did, Lee thinks. But as it is...

Losing their first twin hurt. Being with this one doesn't.

It's the only simple thing in their lives, and somehow, Lee's okay with that.

#fic: reality check #reality check echo #reality check lee #ficlet #rottmnt

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SDR2 Guys(Part 1) x Single Father!Reader

Sorry for being gone for a bit, my dears! I'll try to keep writing more though! >:) This is just part one, Hajime, Gundham, and TeruTeru are included!

Hajime Hinata

When he found out, everything changed.

He was so excited to meet your child, hoping they'd like him and he'd get to be a great father.

"What do they like? What's their ultimate? How old are they?" Questions upon questions.

He brought gifts for your child when he came over. Some for you, but the rest for your child.

You left the two alone for a while to bond for a bit, then came back to them playing hide and seek. "Dad, don't tell him I'm here!" Your child was under the bed and Hajime was searching the closet. Once he heard your child, he picked the up and cheered.

He looked over at you and smiled. "I think they like me." He grinned. "Can I live here now, (S/O) and (C/N)?"

Before you could even answer, your child screamed "YES."

He moved in a week later.

Gundham Tanaka

He would panic right on the spot.

Only because he had to meet your child and he didn't know much about them or being a father. A human father.

"What do I do? What do I get them?" He whispered to his Devas, panicking. They calmed him down and suggested a baby hamster for the child.

When he came over with the hamster, your child instantly fell in love. They didn't notice anything else but the hamster.

"(C/N), say thank you to this nice man! We have something to tell you."

Your child thanked him and left. They were only 4, they did what kids do.

You two eventually followed them and then sent Gundham in to go talk with them.

5 minutes later, your child was clinging onto Gundham. "Wait, Sand-E, Cham-P, Maga-Z, and the other one sounds so cool!"

Jum-P squeaked at your child, annoyed that he was just "the other one".

He eventually calmed down, eating on some sunflower seeds that was given to him.

"So, how'd it go?" You asked, smiling.

"Very well, but I expected this, BECAUSE-" Gundham was cut of by your mini you.

"HE'S THE OVERLORD OF ICE!" (C/N) screamed. "Uhm, can you make ice cream?"

You all went silent, then Gundham took you all out for ice cream.

You just smiled as the two bonded.

"Move in, already!" Your child whined.

Gundham hides his face in his scarf, embarrassed. "Alright, give me a couple days."

He moved in the next day.

TeruTeru Hanamura

He was so excited.

"I'm already prepared, I have younger siblings of my own, I'm sure I can handle a baby!" TeruTeru grinned.

You were worried, however.

Not the fact that TeruTeru would be towered by your child in another few years, but the fact your child would probably not like him.

"Allergies? Names? Pictures? Do you have pictures? What food should I bring over?"

"Breathe, Teru."

He couldn't wait at all.

When he came over, he brought a small cake for your child.

They immediately rushed over just from the smell of it. "Papa! Look at this good food!"

"I made it!"

"I didn't know kids could cook."

That shattered him. You could tell by the expression on his face.

"He's not a kid, he's my age! He's just a liiittle short."

"Ohh, okay. Sorry, Mister. Thank you for the cake!"

"Not a problem."

The two of you talked before letting Teru talk to them.

"Okay, Teru! All good to go!"

He was so excited again. He walks into your child's room and they begin talking.

Soon enough, your child came out. "He's my new best friend!"

TeruTeru came out too, happy as ever. "They love to draw, so they made me a picture." He handed you a badly drawn portrait.

You snorted and he glared at you. "Do not laugh." He hissed, kissing your cheek. "Laugh at it later. I personally love it." He whispered in your ear.

"Can TeruTeru move in?" (C/N) asks, grinning.

TeruTeru teared up, smiling and looking up at you.

"Of course, sweet heart."

The three of you cheered.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." Teru kissed your cheek.

#fanfic writer #reqs open #gundham x reader #danganronpa 2 #teruteru x reader #hajime x reader #danganronpa gundham #danganronpa hajime #danganronpa teruteru #teruteru hanamura #gundham tanaka #hajime hinata #single father reader #sdr2 guys

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lenteur · 4 months

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random thoughts about tell me that you love me, episode ten

(the rest is under the cut because i'm worried about your eyes having to read ALL OF THAT and this post might contain spoilers)

Not even three minutes into the episode and I'm already crying hahaha Life's great!

The fact that ki hyun (jin woo's best friend) fought one of his classmates to defend jin woo is insane. It goes to show how kindness doesn't know any boundary. The classmate's mom forbid her son from hanging out with jin woo because of his disability and ki hyun found it unfair. He chose not the best option but he's a real friend for sticking up for jin woo when no one else does.

I am crying even more now. Jin woo being there for his ki hyun and reassuring him when he needs it the most is proof of how deep their friendship is. I don't think anything or anyone will be able to break it.

Why would you put mo eun's confession back when I still haven't recovered from it? Huh?

{ Seeing jin woo paint on walls is interesting because it seems he only paints in places he knows (?) / places where he felt something strongly. The last time we saw him paint was on the wall of the school where the little girl wanted to study. Now he's in the middle of an area where it seems like a lot of people were evicted from their home. By leaving a trail through his paintings, he wants to commemorate the place/the people he knew. It might be a form of therapy for him? What he can't express with words (even signed), he uses his art to do that.

He uses the nickname dino maybe because he wants to differentiate his "official art" from this very vulnerable and deep form of art. Even though he still puts his all into his art, the paintings on the walls seem even more personal. It's like he puts his all into the paintings.

Or maybe he just wants more people to have access to his art? At least that's what I get from him thinking back on mo eun's words.

Another thing I noticed about jin woo's art is he always draws people with their backs towards the spectator. This might be what he feels on the daily. From the back, he seems "normal" (sorry for using that word). However, if you face him, you'd understand he's deaf. For example, tae ho thought jin woo (who had his back facing tae ho) didn't help him when he was bullied on the bus because he didn't want to. But then, when tae ho actually knew the truth he came to the realization that jin woo is in fact deaf and there was no longer a misunderstanding. From the back, you can't see what people are going through (unless they have a physical wound/disease that changes the way they walk/stand).

He draws people's backs maybe because he wants as many people to identify with the person drawn? }

Seo kyung being curious about jin woo's childhood and how he grew up. She wants to know everything about him. Meanwhile, mo eun lets him confess at his own pace.

Jin woo knows how to cook. He's a keeper mo eun! Wink wink

The way seo kyung handled the rude man was so classy. She didn't raise her voice and calmly explained everything to him. Well done!

Wow, this episode sure gave us a lot to jin woo's backstory. So he went to uni with seo kyung, they fell in love, got into a relationship and then seo kyung broke up with him for an unknown reason. As a result, jin woo decided to disappear for seven years. He lived in the mountain (? not sure though) or was it a container? I should've written it when I watched. Anyway, his container was flooded and he lost all his paintings. Maybe that's why he came back? There's a lot to unpack here. I won't comment on it any further because I do not have the brain to do so.

What is that preview? I'm not sure I'll be ready for the next episode </3

Despite it being a slower episode (compared to the others imo), a lot has happened. I am giving it a 8.5/10

ps: what is in between these { } are just my theories and not facts. seeing jin woo paint once again on a wall made think of all the times he's done so in the past. i just wanted to share my thoughts is all.

#am i a bad person for saying i don't remember what happened in the beginning of this episode?#the memories are coming back little by little #that's why i tend to write these posts #so i can remember what happened in which episode #see you next week for ep 11 :)#random(al) thoughts #kdrama #tell me that you love me

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Alfie Solomons- Partners In Crime Pt2

Our first date went very well I have to say..

"Thank you for tonight Alfie. I had a lot of fun" I smile as Alfie walks me to the apartment I'm stopping in

"Does the night really have to end?" Alfie smirks at me

"What have you got in mined Mr Solomons?" I raise an eyebrow

"I think you know Miss YLN"

"Well then you best come inside then" I open up the door and walk inside

"I have to say YN it's a bit small"

"It has a bed what more do you need?" I smirk leading Alfie over and making him sit at the end of the bed. I take his face in my hands and place a kiss on his lips. His hands move to my butt and squeezes it before pulling away a little

"You know. I feel in love with you the moment I saw you"

"Love at first sight ay?" I smirk at the Camden Town gangster and lean down to his face "you best show me how much you truly love me then"

We lay in bed naked while cuddling one another

"I want you to be mine. Officially"

"I have been yours since you said you loved me" I tell him while using his chest as a pillow

"One day we will moved to the country and get married and have kids. Mark my words"

That was 6 years ago and just like he said we moved to the country after Tommy tried to kill Alfie because of his illness. Now he's getting better and I'm 8 months pregnant with our 3rd child. I watch as Alfie sits on sofa next to our oldest boy Adam who's 3, his showing Alfie a drawing of a boat he did with me earlier in the day. Our other son Samual is playing on the floor with some blocks, he's 20 months old now

"If this one is another boy right, I think we should try again for a girl" Alfie says looking at me

"I don't know Alf. Three kids is enough and we're not getting any younger"

"Oh come on, what's one more child"

"We're having one more child. I don't think we can cope with 4 kids"

"Once this one turns 1 you'll be wanting another. You wait and see" Alfie points his walking stick at me making me laugh

"Anyway it's time for bed. Adam run upstairs and get your pyjamas on"

"Ok mamma" Adam runs up the stairs, I get up off the sofa and awkwardly bend down to pick up Sam when the door mocks

"Who the fuck could that be?"

"Language Alfie" he gets up using is cane and walks to the door, I follow behind him and there stood at the doorway was Tommy Shelby

"Tom?" I frown

"Tommy shalom, shalom"

"Well I can see the bad leg and near death experience hasn't harmed your dick" I roll my eyes at Tommys comment

"You coming in or just going to stand at the door?" I ask turning away

"Mamma who's at the door?" Adams feet run across the landing and down the stairs

"Picked the wrong time Tom the kids are meant to be sleeping"

"Hi Tommy" Adam smiles a wide smile

"Hello Adam, now mamma said you should be going to be"

"But she has to read a story"

"I'm coming. Of you go" I watch as Adam runs off again

"You didn't answer my question, what are you doing here?"

"I only came to check up on you both. No one has heard from you for a few weeks. Ada was worried"

"We're all fine. There's more though isn't there?"

"Well I'm going to be your new neighbour. Me, Lizzie and Charlie. Faked my death"

"Wow" my eyes widen "the three biggest gangsters have fallen within 6 years"

"The Peaky Blinders are still going, but I'm done with that life"

"Well then Lizzie can help me give birth this time. Alfie just faints and I have to do it all myself"

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone" Alfie calls as I make my way to Sams bedroom

"Goodnight my love" I place him down with a blanket and immediately he's asleep. I walk into Adam's room, he's now in bed hugging a teddy.

After reading him a story I walk downstairs to Alfie alone sat on the sofa. I sit next to him

"Who'd have thought this would be our life? ay?" I ask snuggling into him

"Never thought I'd have kids now I've got 2 and 2 on the way"

"1 on the way" I correct him

"2"

"I'll think about it" I tell him closing my eyes relaxing.

#alfie solomon’s imagine #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader

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gisellelx · 1 year

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Twilight Advent, Day 4

Masterpost/prompts

Dec. 4 - Pick a Twilight couple (canon or AU) and tell us/draw their favorite way to snuggle.

Well, that intriguing parenthetical opened up a rat's nest of intertwining (and kinda nsfw? and also slashy--you've been warned) headcanons, here, so, sorry, please buckle up. I've been meaning to write about the role headcanons can play in fic writing for awhile, and at some point an even longer writing meta is due, but today I'll get straight to the point even though this will in no way be brief--I enjoy writing fic precisely because it lets me think about characterization in a deep and complicated way. I'm always writing fic to get at the characters first and the situation second. It's even embedded in the title of my tumblr.

When I write an AU, I don't consider myself to be writing a different version of the characters. I consider myself to be writing the same characters, with all the same personalities, motivations, concerns, and fatal flaws, just having gone through or going through different circumstances. Kairos Carlisle is "Sensitivity" Carlisle is Patroclus Carlisle is Ithaca Carlisle; same guy, different situations. It’s why all my AUs have a clear point at which they’ve diverged from canon—I’m experimenting with the character by changing their world and letting their world change them.

So the underlying headcanon. Carlisle is badly, badly touch-starved. His nurse cuddled him and snuggled him—and he was with her for a long time—but he eventually left nurse and went back to London and to his father, who was much more concerned that Carlisle be saved than that he feel loved. They had little to no physical contact. Just at the very moment when he might have married, become sexually active, and had children of his own to cuddle, he gets stripped of his human life and for his own safety, has to separate from humankind altogether for many years. Then, he finally finds friendship and companionship, but in a man whose touch violates every snippet of his privacy. And still he stays, far longer than he ought, before setting out again for another century and a half, until he brings home a seventeen-year-old boy and spends three entire days just holding him.

Carlisle craves physical contact with those he loves.

Edward does not care for this. He's turned at the very moment in his development in which he is perfectly primed to be absolutely mortified by parental physical contact (and there's no small amount of gay panic on both their parts about it anyway). So it's still mostly just the occasional shoulder pat; the joy and surprise when Edward hugs him on occasion.

It's not until Esme arrives, and after they navigate their collective fears and traumas, that he manages to actually be touched. To have someone who hugs him, and strokes his back, and runs her fingers through his hair, who kisses not just his lips but his head, his shoulders, his chest. Sexual intimacy is his first real physical intimacy of his very long life.

So. For this prompt, a canon snuggle, and an AU snuggle for this guy for whom touching those he loves is his source of highest joy:

He could lie naked with Esme forever. And he tries to, a lot. Although they know their children are a little squicked out by the idea of hearing or sensing them having intercourse, and of course that's one reason they go to great lengths (islands!) to be separate from them, a big part of the reason they often totally relocate in order to have sex is that Carlisle really wants to just lie there, with both their clothes off, for as long as he can possibly get away with it; days if they can manage it. So they leave so that nobody has to worry about having to scramble back into pants or a dress at an inopportune time, so that he can just place his head on Esme's breasts and they can interlock legs and he can just get lost in not being entirely certain where his skin stops and hers begins. In Kairos, he finally gets to have the physical intimacy with Edward he's always longed for. This AU takes place in a world in which he had a sexual partner for eighty-five years and so his intimacy with Edward takes a different form, not to mention that Edward is still quite bashful about it all. Their favorite snuggle is to sit on the floor, with Carlisle's back against the couch and Edward using him as a recliner as he sits between Carlisle's legs. Clothes, no clothes; doesn't matter as much to these two. From there, Carlisle can run his hands through Edward's hair, kiss the nape of his neck or behind his hear, and bury his nose next to Edward's scalp to inhale his scent. They're not altogether very different things than what he would prefer to do in a fatherly way in canon; the difference is that in the AU world, the chips have fallen such that this time, Edward is willing to let him.

#twilightadvent22 #my headcanons #meta #writing #characterization #carlisle cullen #carlesme #carlward

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cellarfulofnose · 8 months

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all things must pass

pre-Ringo ficlet inspired by the video below, which hasn't left my mind since i saw it over a year ago (and the comment that said someone once saw it imposed as punishment). in this story no one has the kink. or do they.

George rolls his eyes and scoffs, but he raises his chin in defiant surrender. He's not chicken. "How many minutes?"

"Fifty," says John straight away.

"Ten," Paul corrects, throwing John a look that doesn't pass for a glare.

John's not watching. He rummages through the many pockets and folds of his leather ensemble and comes out with two cigarettes. "I've only got two."

"We only need two," George insists, but John's got his shaking palms in Paul's face, croaking alms, alms like an ancient beggar. Paul's dry too, of course, or he'd share. Pete coughs up the one he keeps tucked behind his ear and another from his rolled-up shirtsleeve.

"Not four," George pleads, "just one each side," but they're already advancing.

"Two is for good little boys," John sneers. "One each side, that's a reward."

"Four, on the other hand." Paul looks frightfully clinical as he approaches, like Victor Frankenstein or some equally mad scientist, and George feels like the body on the slab. "Four's for little boys who get us kicked out of the pub for looking twelve..."

George furiously mumbles Nineteen and it sounds like six and a half.

"Tell that to your ears." John reaches out to tousle George's hair, but George twitches away. What they're about to dish out, he can take, but he spent twenty minutes this morning on his hair.

John, easily the vainest among them after him, doesn't chase him. He just barks, "Right!" and three sets of hands stuff four cigarettes up George's nostrils. Two each side. They don't hurt or anything. The smell's intimate, familiar but too close. Chemical. The hairs in his nose start to prick.

Is it cruel? Unusual? All those and more, but it's George's fairly decided fate. To be a human ashtray for ten lousy minutes--or until he hollers enough.

But he won't. George's neither a baby nor a poof. He'll last the ten.

Paul balances himself with an arm around John's shoulders, standing on one foot so John can strike the match on Paul's other shoe. "Any last requests?" John rumbles with a Spanish twang, one of Franco's generals leading George before the firing squad.

George watches the match-head flicker and thinks of stalling. "Cigar," he says, and feels a bit better when the others howl with laughter. But then flame meets paper, and he's drawing short, see-sawing breaths through his nose out of pure habit. He smells smoke. He doesn't think it's working.

"'S not lighting," says Paul.

Pete reaches out with two fingers. "Give 'em here, I'll light 'em the regular way and then..."

"I'm not putting nothing in my nose that's been in your mouth," George hisses. His voice has gone slightly nasal and dull, which for some reason isn't unpleasant. Sounds more grown-up, even. "Try again."

"...should be so lucky," John mutters, making leering faces at Pete while Paul lights a new match. This time it works.

"How's it--" someone starts to ask. George interrupts with...not a cough, per se, but a hard, lung-emptying shudder. He wants to cough, but the mechanism won't catch. The smoke's not down his throat but up it, too high up for him to swallow. It stings the back of his nose like he's had his head upside down in a swimming pool. It's not even reached his lungs. He inhales through his mouth, if only to move the smoke down his windpipe, and his nose burns. Hot, prickling tears wipe his vision.

"Look, it's comin' out his ears," John yaps.

George bites the line just long enough to give a worried sort of gasp and then, by hell, it catches. He coughs. It stings. Straight off, his cheeks are wet. He can't keep his eyes open, and he sort of can't stop choking. Every shallow cough scratches, drags, tickles. It's not right. George loves smoke, but there's just so much of it rising up his sinuses. And he can't get it out, not properly...

George's lip wobbles. He clenches his teeth and hides his mouth behind a fist before the spit that's pooling under his tongue can spill over. He almost burns his fingers.

"'At's a lad, easy does it." It's Paul talking now, George thinks.

"Time--" George bleats, utterly voiceless and inaudible the first few tries. He coughs and coughs and sputters. "Time?"

"Oh..."

"Er..."

"Fuck. Well..."

They've forgotten to keep track of the minutes. George tries to put his vocal cords together to tell them they're all berks, but all he can do is cough. It's not just smoke tickling his nose now; his whole head's draining into his throat. If he doesn't smother, he'll drown. Ten minutes be damned. He's not going to live that long.

"Don't cry, George," says John, whose eagle eyes seem to have just picked up on the fact that George's cheeks are flowing with tears. "We'll call that five." Not one of them is wearing a watch.

George takes a blind swing at John and feels quietly pleased when his fist connects with leather. But John's oof is soon drowned out. God, the smoke. George coughs and--there's a twinge behind his nose, a particularly biting cough. Might have been a sneeze. He can hardly tell. It's all so choked and itchy, who's to say where one ends and the other--

Oh, bloody hell, it tickles. He can't breathe--can't see. He's going to...

A frantic gasp tosses George's head backward. He hears the sudden inhale rattle through the phlegm in his throat. His lungs swell to an aching peak, and he folds in with a ghastly sneeze--yes, this time there's no mistaking it. It sounds just pneumonic. It clears out nothing.

John, Paul, and Pete rustle with a cry of surprise. "Thar she blows, boys," crows one. George has only one guess who. He wipes his mouth and shivers through another fitful spell of coughing. His nose hurts--God, not again...

He sneezes harder this time, and stays bent over, his stomach clenching too hard to straighten. "Blessya," Paul sighs, beatific, but he's laughing. George's chest flames with embarrassment. They're all laughing. He flashes his best scowl and curls away, tightens his throat. When the next volley of sneezy coughs comes, they come as little smoke-filled spasms, shielded from prying eyes by his hunched shoulders.

"Breathe, son," says John--no, Pete. Ah, fuck it. What does it matter to George? It's still a jeer, though maybe there was a note of worry as the heckler realized breathing might be easier said than done.

"Through your mouth," Paul appends.

As if George has any choice. His jaw aches with the need to gulp air into his lungs. His nose is on fire. His breath lurches and he locks up--he's not going to sneeze again, he's not--! He presses a hand over his mouth, as close as he can get without burning himself, forcing the next hiccuping gasp to shoot up his nose.

George shuts his throat, but he sneezes anyway, explosively, the terrible pressure backfiring through his sinuses. Smoke burns. His eyes stream. A coughing fit takes over, and he throws out a hand clumsily. Not expecting support, but wary that he might pitch over without an anchor.

All three of the others exclaim in surprise. If George had control over his breath he'd tell them to grow up. And they call him twelve years old. If anything keeps him from lashing out, it's the small measure of relief he feels. It cleared something out...

"How do you like that, eh?"

George opens his eyes and sees John bending over to pick something up off the ground. Two cigarettes, half burnt down. As soon as they touch John's hand, he flings them in disgust and spits, "Fucking hell." George's hand flies to his left nostril on a hunch. Cigarette-free. He snickers. It turns into a cough.

"Aw, come 'ere, you poor devil." Paul's strong arm appears under George's, offering support. He plucks the other cigs from George's right nostril ("They'd gone out, anyway") and tosses them. "Here, go on." In his palm, he cups a square of cotton to George's face.

George ought to think twice, but he buries his nose in the cloth without hesitation, adding his hand over Paul's as he blows his nose. He imagines it's gone a grisly jet-black. He mops at his face and doesn't look.

"Those were my last two, you know." Pete is leaning against the brick wall of the alley with his hands in his pockets.

John rasps the beginning of a loud Ah shurrup, but Paul cuts in. "Hey, let's--why don't you two go back in, you look old enough. Get us four? No, I'll stay out here. In bottles, thanks."

"You must be joking."

Paul forks over a few notes from his sock and John darts inside with glee, trailing Pete behind him. It's quiet again.

Then, "Sorry about that."

George looks over at Paul. He's stuffed his hands in his pockets now too, only instead of sullen he looks elfin, a small coy smile lifting his soft cheeks. His disarming face. He wants George to forgive and forget. "You know how he is."

Oh, George knows. He looks down and wipes his nose once more.

Paul sighs, as if he's bored. "Dying for a ciggy."

George holds in his laughter. It makes him sniffle. "Well, you should have thought of that."

Paul has the audacity to look shocked. "Trying to pin this on me?"

"It's not my fucking fault."

Paul shrugs and sighs dramatically. "Wonder how we'll get our hands on more, 'sall."

It's just misdirection. George hates that it's working. He's not blushing anymore. "Turn tricks," he mutters.

"What?"

"Hustle your arse." George grabs a tight handful of Paul's bottom, making him jump and shout.

"Fucker." Paul lunges like he'll strike. When George doesn't flinch, Paul swipes at the air like a boxer, a few empty punches in front of George's face. All in fun. When he's got his burst of energy out, he settles.

"Oi."

George glances over, though he's past ready for the talking to stop. Paul looks frighteningly sincere. "You know we love you, mate," he says.

George grabs Paul's ass.

They chase each other for a while, fleet as a couple of long-legged foals. When Pete and John return, they come bearing a cold bottle for each of them. It's a lovely tight system, but George's got to be self-sufficient sometime. He resolves to grow a moustache. No self-respecting barkeep will be able to turn him away.

And if anyone forces him to smoke through his nose again, it'll light his whole face on fire.

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brightwingedbat · 1 year

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Does Marcus know that his brother is still alive? Did they meet again or how would a meeting between these two play out?

They do meet post EoD, not long after the party at Dead End bar.

The two happen to catch gazes as Marcus and Naz leave, with Marc turning back and telling Naz he has to talk to that man on his own. Tantalus just headed on into the bar wordlessly.

They get into an argument, Marcus trying to get his brother back, Tantalus still with his envious grudge against him and the Legions.

And then it ends with them irreparably damaging any relationship they could have had.

I've wrote out a more in depth thing for my Nastazya stories, below the read more.

The time passes, and one by one they all leave the bar to return to their current daily lives. Nastazya and Marcus are the last to leave, cheer on their faces from the good time talking with all their guildmates.

Just past them another fellow walks by, a red-furred and scruffy black-maned charr near entirely covered in a dark grey ragged coat and leather armour, a black wide-brimmed hat upon his head tied to his side-pointing horns. His bright orange eye peeks out from a gap of his hat, glancing up to the tiger-striped charr, intense…

Marcus' glowing yellow gaze catches sight of that charr's eye for but a second before the man continues on past him, into the Dead End Bar. He stops mid-sentence to his mate, immediately looking back. His eyes are wide, like he's just seen a ghost… "That… Can't be…"

"Marc? What's the matter? It's not like you to just stop like that… Was it that charr who just walked by?" Nastazya asks with a tinge of worry.

"I- Hrmm… You go on ahead, enjoy the city. I need to go talk to whoever that was…" Marcus mutters, he turns back to go towards the bar.

"Wait just one second, you don't want me there?" Her worry grows, this is definitely not like him.

"I could just be mistaken, but if I'm not I'd rather it only be me who talks to him… Sorry, but I just have to." Furyclash puts on a smile, glancing back to his mate. "Don't worry, I can Mist phase, remember? Anything goes wrong, I'll be right out. Please?"

Nastazya huffs and crosses her arms, she doesn't like it, but in the end she has to trust him. "Fine. But I'm going to stand out here and wait for you. You can't change my mind on that." She grumbles, leaning back against the brick walls of the alley leading to the bar.

"Thank you, I'll be back in a moment." With that said, Marcus makes his way back into the Dead End.

There he finds that same charr man sitting at the bar, the bartender preparing a drink for him, those two and he are the only ones here. The tiger-striped charr approaches and sits on the seat just beside the red-furred charr, he glances at the shadowed face beneath the hat's brim, it is… "…Tantalus."

"Marcus." The scruffy charr has a lit cigar in his left paw, he takes a draw on it, his eye glancing to the side.

It's him, it's definitely his brother, Tantalus Locksmith. So long ago he'd heard the news that Tantalus was executed, but that clearly wasn't the truth. He doesn't know what to think, seeing him alive right here. "Seven years, I thought you were dead…"

"You thought wrong." A quick response, with little care.

"But… How, why? What are you doing here?" Marcus' tone shifts to more disbelief, grasping for answers.

"Why the fuck do you care? Eh?" Tantalus head turns slightly, glaring at his elder sibling. He's never cared for him, why should it matter now.

Furyclash's muzzle is open a slight, unable to respond immediately. At this angle he now sees the marred face of his brother, scars dot around, and then there's the fangs… He always remembered his brother having two sets of three fangs jutting up from his lower muzzle, but the ones on the left side are broken down, flat metal capping them. "Y-your face- The hell happened…?"

"Ignore what I ask, huh? Fine." Locksmith snarls, fully turning and facing his sibling, he'll get to see all what they did to him back then. "Scourgejaw mine, you know the guards there? They find it fun to shatter the lower quality ore in the prisoner's faces. You're looking at what that does, happy?"

"What-? No! That's-" The tiger-striped charr grimaces deeply, to hear his brother was treat so inhumanely, it's hard to look him in the eye. "I didn't know they did that, that's… Burn me, that's vile…"

"Of course you didn't, you're Blood, why would you know what Iron does to prisoners. But you're far too late for understanding. Far too late." Tantalus draws and exhales the smoke once again, turning his gaze back to the bar. "Now answer what I asked earlier. Why do you care."

Marcus' gaze falls to the bar as he huffs, why does he care so much? To him, the answer is simple, after all he's experienced himself. As a father to twins, as a mate to a charr who holds her sibling relationships close. He glances back to his own sibling, an earnest voice. "…You're my brother, that's why."

There's a clink of a glass in front of the scarred charr, the bartender having placed the charr's ale. He nods to the human, then gestures for them to leave the two alone, for some reason the bartender does just that. "That right? Sure didn't feel like you were. The moment you got a chance to get out of the Legions and I was stuck there with those bastards, it stopped right there." He takes a swig of the drink, he damn needs it with Marcus here harassing him.

"What? But I never left the Legions! I'm still a centurion-"

"Don't give me that shit!" The red charr snarls, fangs baring. "You've never once needed to follow any Legion orders ever since you joined the Whispers, I kept tabs on that warband of yours, Maverick's been handling everything. So don't fucking lie to me, for near ten years you've never once been a Legion lackey, you only chose to assist them when you felt it."

Now this is a harsh strike, the worst part is Furyclash can't even deny it, he's right. Marcus takes a deep breath, regret in his mind about his sibling. "…I can't refute that." A sad look in his eyes, he glances back to his sibling. "I'd apologise, but I don't think it'd matter to you. But could you at least tell me why? Why did you end up doing what you did?"

"You're finally getting the point." Locksmith utters, he's getting through to his brother. "You wanna know why? It was because of you, every day I heard more of you and that damn Commander's exploits. You had the Legion's support and the freedom to travel wherever you wanted, do whatever you wanted to do." His head lowers, gaze hidden beneath his hat's brim. "I craved that freedom, but while you were off fighting dragons, I was stuck with ghost duty. I hated it, I wanted more."

"…You were envious? You did all that just because of that?" Marcus expected something more than that, his brother planned an assassination, stole military files and murdered one of the prison mine guards. All because he was envious? "It can't be that simple, there has to be more than that."

Tantalus growls lowly, simple? The nerve. "Oh so it was simple, was it? My life and experiences are simple? Of course a bastard like you who goes off to fight the largest enemies Tyria has to offer thinks of my own struggles as a minor issue."

"That's not what I- Look, Talus-"

"Don't fucking call me that, you can go straight to hell if you think trying to buddy back up to me will work." His claws tap against the wooden floor as he gets more frustrated, he takes another draw of his cigar and exasperatedly exhales. "Guess I was wrong, you're still a Legion dog, even if they have you off the leash. Nothing can quell the hate I have for them, and as long as you're one of them, that goes for you too."

It's clear now, there's no way Marcus is going to be able to get anything positive out of his brother. He doesn't even know why he's still trying, perhaps a bit of hope that he's still redeemable in some way. Perhaps a mention of his cub could change things. "…Suppose that means your son Allius is a 'Legion dog' to you too, huh?"

Locksmith huffs annoyedly, still refusing to look his sibling in the eye. "As long as he's working for 'em, yeah. He is. Couldn't give a fuck about what he does." There's a short moment of silence, he speaks again. "What Legion is he?"

So much for not caring, this might be a point Furyclash can get through that armour. "He's Blood, in my son and daughter's warband."

"Of course he is." Tantalus takes another swig of ale, trying to calm his nerves. "Guess he's at least in the Legion I have the least hate for. If he'd been in Ash, or worse, Iron… Well, it'd be better that I never meet him."

"Least? What did Iron and Ash even do?" Marcus asks, though he can tell this is an extremely sour spot for his sibling by the vicious glare he just receives.

"Ash set me up, they planned the assassination, not me. All I had to do was steal shit." Locksmith can feel his blood rising at the thought of them, even after he took out the one who betrayed him. "And Iron? You've seen my face! Those fuckers got me locked up, lashed my back bloody and broke rocks on my muzzle! Had me mining for a month, never relenting that torture until they made me snap."

It's vicious treatment, but then all the charr knew that type of outcome is what comes to those who break Legion laws. "That… I don't condone all what they did, but it's what punishment for criminals is like at the Black Citadel, you knew this."

"And that somehow makes it right that they could torture me for weeks?! I only stole stuff, I didn't even kill anyone!" The red charr growls deeply, the scars on his back and face a permanent reminder of his suffering. "But it's different now. You know, I heard what happened at Drizzlewood. The Iron Imperator, the guy who made the laws, the guy who got me tortured. Shot in the head, felt great to hear. My only regret is that I wasn't the one with my claw on the trigger."

Marcus falls utterly silent, staring at his brother. Did he really just say that, that he would've killed an imperator himself? His brother used to be loyal, an upstanding legion soldier, to hear that from him is deeply disconcerting.

"What's the matter, Marcus? Surprised to hear that from me? Good." For once, a show of fangs shows in a malicious grin on Tantalus' muzzle.

"…Who are you." Furyclash mutters, this man in front of him, he's nothing like the brother he once knew…

"I am the most skilled thief and mercenary Tyria will ever know, Rust Scarjaw. It's great, I get the freedom I've always wanted. Even better, I get paid to kill people, way more than the legions. I get to see the fear on their faces when I point my gun to them, to see the light leave their eyes as I strangle it out!" His glare is confident yet almost evil, like he's trying to make Marcus as unnerved as possible.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" Furyclash stands back up, starting to back away from the red-furred charr. He can barely recognise the charr.

A sick chuckle, Locksmith puts out his cigar then stands up and approaches the taller charr. "Aren't charr meant to be coldblooded and vicious? Isn't that what you were taught in fahrar as a Blood cub? Where's that spine of yours gone? That thrill in your blood when you see your foe laying in their own vitals!"

Marcus' fur hackles up his back, he's changed a lot that's for sure, but at least not in the way his brother did. "You're sick… Fine, I'm going. I can't stand what you've become…"

"Oh no you don't, you're still a Legion dog. I can't have them knowing I'm still alive, else I'll never get back into Ascalon." Hastily, Tantalus unholsters his pistol and immediately aims the barrel between Furyclash' eyes, a claw on the trigger. "Enjoy your last trip to the Mists, brother." A click, bang and flash with a sadistic grin on the charr's muzzle… It shifts to shock, the bullet embedded in the wall and his target gone. "What?!"

Marcus Mist-phased behind Locksmith the moment he heard the click, he puts all his strength into a relentless crash of his jade tech fist into the red charr's back, a loud grunt escaping his muzzle.

Tantalus' fangs grit harshly in a grimace as his eyes widen. The strike hits directly into Tantalus' weakest point, the old bullet wound scar on his lower back, the intense agony sparking straight up his entire back. "KHH-?! GHHRAGH-!" The force knocks him forward against the wall of the bar, he collapses down and drops his pistol after the impact, writhing as he pressures his paw against his searingly painful back. "F-FUCKING BASTARD!! Hff-! How in the hell did you know my… Arggh-!"

"I had a feeling, the Mists tell me about the world that way." Furyclash looks to his right paw, flexing the floating metal fingers and closing them into a fist. He glares down at the man who was once his brother, any care and hope he had is gone from his voice. "The Legions were right… My brother was executed seven years ago. Whoever you are, you aren't him anymore. You aren't worth my time and energy, I don't want to ever see or hear of you again." Without any more words, he leaves the bar and the Mercenary Rust on his own.

Tantalus picks up and holsters his pistol, dragging himself towards the bar and climbing himself up to one of the seats. His breath heaving and hooking to deal with the intense pain. "…Shit. He got strong… And fast…" He finally sits himself down on one, leaning his arms down atop the bar, he calls out rather loudly. "Ey, bartender! Could do with a stronger drink…"

The human returns to the room, shaking his head at the side of the bullet in the wall. "You know the rules, no killing anyone in here." He mutters, before preparing another glass of some rather clear alcoholic drink.

"Yeah, I know. Won't happen again, didn't happen the first time either." Locksmith complains, downing the rest of his ale as he waits for that next drink. "Don't think I gotta worry though, sounds like my big brother is acting like I've been dead all along. Ffh, my back… Guess the outcome could've been worse…"

"As long as you don't drag more trouble back here, I don't care. Here." The human places the glass down beside the charr, taking the other empty one to clean.

"'Preciate it." Tantalus mutters, then takes a drink of the alcohol. He grimaces and huffs. "Burn me, that's strong alright…"

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #Marcus Furyclash #Tantalus Locksmith #answered

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Okay..hope you don't mind me sending you another request but Tony has got my mind going with all sorts of ideas...but for your sake i'll send you one of them. Also if you could...could you finish this one first? Unless you've already started on the others, then don't worry about it, but i'm really stoked for this one!

So Anni goes to Tony for her first ever tattoo. Its a full back piece...i'm imaging something like this --->XXX

Its a big back piece and that being said, Anni has to take off her shirt and bra...so she's bare. Tony is just kinda sitting there, trying not to look and he's like "ah...look at that ceiling...what a lovely ceiling that is." and Anni lays on her stomach and Tony gets all the stuff ready. One of the first things Tony notices is the scars on her body. Now usually Tony doesn't care to talk much to his clients but he just decides to break the silence and ask about them and that's when Anni talks briefly about who she works for and her job as a proxy and Tony is just noticing little things about her like how she doesn't squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle and she is just calm and collected as he works on this huge back piece. She's so calm and chill that she ends up falling asleep as Tony works on her, its like three in the morning and she's just tired, but Tony thinks she passed out so he's ready to go and get some water and food to try and help get her awake, but she wakes up and is like...oops and Tony actually laughs at it and mentions how hes exhausted too. So by the end of their session, Tony isn't able to get her tattoo fully done and he is completely booked with more appointments, so he does something that he would never usually do...

"Look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it..." and he hands her a slip of paper with his address and phone number..

(tysm! no pressure and please feel free to change anything and go at your own speed! tsym again!)

[ tattoo artist. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/n: Heh...this is cute.

Word count: 1,571

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to Anni before pausing, leading her to look at him in confusion since she had already pulled her wrist in front of him, “You’re wearing a lot of clothing,” Tony muttered as she began to fiddle with the collar of her white tank top causing her to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, how it was colder since the Autumn season is coming around, leading him to hum in an understanding tone as she continued to play with the smooth fabric.Tony shakingly directs his line of vision towards the ceiling, humming a nervous tune while tapping his knee, waiting for the 'okay' from Anni— he was never good around attractive female clients, it always felt strange to him.

Slowly, Anni began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of her back were exposed with her shirt resting on the side of her to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of her bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly. Regrettably pulling away and finishing 'admiring' the ceiling, Tony quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards her to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favorite canvas causing her to barely move even despite how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon her skin. However, what got her shaking the most was the constant feeling of the man's breath being felt on her upper body now that her shirt was basically off..

Tony is a tattoo artist who has been working in the industry for a few years. He's seen all kinds of clients, from the nervous first-timers to the seasoned tattoo enthusiasts. He takes pride in his work and enjoys the challenge of creating unique and meaningful designs for each of his clients in the under-realm— so he had completely expected her to be screaming and squirming, but she was completely calm— she didn't even look like she could feel the needle literally grinding against her skin at all.

As Anni continues to lay on her stomach, Tony gets all the necessary equipment ready. He takes a quick glance at Anni's body and notices the scars on her skin. Despite being a professional tattoo artist, Tony is not someone who usually talks much to his clients while working. However, he decides to break the silence and asks Anni about her scars. "Excuse me, you mind if I ask about your scars? I've only seen one other guy with this many— but on his back. He had the strangest yellow eyes as well, the people that walk in here are weird."

"Oh, those. I work as a proxy for a living. It's part of the job I guess." Anni briefly tells Tony about her job as a proxy and the dangerous situations she has been in. Tony is impressed by Anni's stubbornness and how truly nonchalant she was talking about all this absurd stuff. He admires how she has been able to keep going despite the challenges she has faced— he'd probably quit the moment he became a proxy if he was being honest with himself, proxies always looked depressed.

"I see. That's interesting. Does it hurt…?" As Tony begins to work on Anni's tattoo, he notices that she does not squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle. He is impressed by Anni's pain tolerance and how she is able to remain calm and composed throughout the process. Tony is able to fully concentrate on his work, knowing that his client is comfortable and at ease.

"Not anymore. I've gotten used to it. It's just another part of the job." Due to Tony's concentrating, she couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing her to glance around her room with her eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading her to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves. As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that Tony seemed to really care, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Tony had famously done. However, not to her surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing her to laugh silently since she couldn’t help it.

She lays down on the tattoo chair, and Tony starts to work on her tattoo. It's been a long day for Anni, and she feels herself dozing off as Tony continues to work on her. Tony assumes that Anni has passed out, and is about to go get some water and food to help her wake up. But just as he is about to leave, Anni wakes up, and Tony chuckles at her sudden awakening. He understands how exhausting the process can be, and mentions how he himself is drained.

"God, I'm not sure why I came so late if I'm being honest— I knew I would be tired." Anni says yawning— tired tears springing to her eyes, and Tony glances at her. He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off with a little lopsided smile on his face, he knew where she was coming from, he was similar in that way.

He doesn’t comment on it though. What is he supposed to say? He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of hsr piece- the first step, before he will see her again for the finished version of the piece. He finally connects the last line, and doesn’t think twice about what he says next. “Welp, I won't be able to finish this right now.”

Tony continues to work on Anni's tattoo, but it's already past three in the morning, and Anni is just too tired to stay awake. Tony notices this, and decides to halt the session. He knows that he won't be able to finish the entire tattoo, as he is completely booked with more appointments.

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of them to register the words, and Tony quickly occupies himself by turning off his gun and cleaning up her skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. Anni tries to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto her leg- silently ordering her to stay put, which she does. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts her leg to wrap it. “I’ll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I’d say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly.” He lectures her with a gentle voice, before letting her sit up.

“Thanks.” Anni says, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on her back. Tony chuckles.

“We’re not done yet, but I’ll take it.” He says. “I uh..” He starts, as she jumps off the stretcher and goes to put on her shirt. “uhm, look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it....” He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he exhausts himself for a moment, because he had literally been booked with appointments, and he couldn't even finish this one. Quickly scribbling down his address, and number, he quickly slides over the piece of paper to her.

Tony does something that he would never usually do - he offers to continue the tattoo session at his home studio, on his day off. He sees the excitement in Anni's eyes, and knows that he has made the right decision.

“Like a date?” Anni asks, and he really wants to hit himself with how much he blushed. Anni quickly catches wind of this, and smirks, “I'm joking of course."

“I mean, if you want it to be?” He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird, trying to joke around as well. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. “It doesn’t have to be.. I know you’re already-”

"Tony, Tony," Anni grabs his shoulders, trying to shake him of whatever delusional exasperated state he was in, "It's fine— I was just kidding."

Yep— that checks in, why would he ever have a chance with some badass proxy chick?

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #tony my beloved #tony and anni hours #i stan them #i love this #watch Anni be oblivious when be starts dropping hints lmao 💀

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