#but then the owner threw us out bcs more people were coming

[schnaf]

@loveyouhomex tagged me, thank you ♥

What colour are your eyes? blue

What instantly tells you if a person is good? this is probably way too deep, but when i started typing out "there's no way to spot that immediately" and thought about an explanation, like, there's stuff hidden away........... no, it's even more than that. nobody's really good, everyone has their bad parts. you just need to find out if you can deal with these parts - for example, i noticed this because often, i can't stand ''''''nice''''' people because they can be really pretentious.

Do you have a recurring dream? not really

What is the most interesting class you have taken? i started a course on molecular cooking once, it was really neat until they started to talk about chemistry which i know nothing about

How often do you find yourself day dreaming? all the time, basically

Name/Nickname: schnaf

Zodiac: libra

Height: 160cm

Nationality: german

Favourite colour: dark blue

Favourite season: spring

Favourite animals: monkeys. i love smort animals with hands. (UGH also i had two on my lap recently ♥ they were just hanging out and i crouched down to get a better look at them and suddenly the bigger one jumped on my lap and the smaller one didn't want to miss out ♥)

Favourite fictional characters: wen kexing. he's sassy, he's fun and then he isn't anymore. good for him and stuff ♥

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?: tea, sometimes hot chocolate as a treat

Average hours of sleep?: 6

Cat or dog person: i am very openminded ♥

Number of blankets slept with: one

Places ancestors are from: Germany and Czech Republic - i'm just doing a copy and paste here askdjlfhaksjdf

Dream trip: i'm currently planning trips to the maldives and iceland which is pretty neat ♥ i also really want to go to some remote places in the north (yes i looked up vacation on spitzbergen). also, the easter island is one of my childhood dreams ♥

Blog established: october 2011

Random fact about yourself: i got sick right before my last vacation and it was pretty windy there and people were wearing winter coats and stuff........... while i undressed and jumped into the ocean. i wonder why i'm still sick

Three ships: jun han x jungsu, ode x gaon, yizhan

Last song: a post-rock compilation

Last movie: it's STILL cherry magic the movie. i'd ask for movie recommendations but sadly i'm not in the mood for watching movies

Currently reading: once again, it's my fic series i'm planning to post

Currently watching: i finished my skam rewatch a few days ago, since then i'm on a break................ not in a watching mood lately

Currently craving: i'm planning a trip to munich only to visit a bunch of restaurants and i want to go NOW

i'm tagging @xjungsu, @vodeaare, @halamadrid-miasanmia, @blueside-hobi, @strangerinaholyplace, @jcamilov06, @stardatewow and @sevensforasecret ♥

#edit: i did go to munich last weekend because football and i tried a bunch of restaurants #it was super exhausting and my knee hurt for several days #but it was really nice #went to a cat cafe. which isn't as spectacular as i thought but hey! i did it! #found a mexican place which is really good #accidentally went to the wrong korean restaurant - i wanted to visit one i've already been to but ended up at a new one #they were FAST (in augsburg i waited like 2h once so now i'm wary) and the food was good #but then the owner threw us out bcs more people were coming #won't come back thx :))))) #and then we went to a chinese place and there were a lot of chinese guests which is quite a good sign #and they had handmade noodles and were really friendly and the food was pretty good and the price too #and then i noticed if we didn't leave within like 5 minutes we'd miss our train home and had to wait for another hour #but the cute waiter struck up a conversation bcs he saw our fca stuff :)))))) which was sweet but boi i need to catch my train #there were so many people talking to us bcs of our fca stuff oh boi social interactions maxxxxed out and stuff #i want to do another food trip but not too soon. i need to recover from this trip

[spiderlingh]

obx s3 thoughts (obviously contains spoilers!)

this is just my opinion, please don’t come for me if u disagree :)

i was a bit disappointed with this season ngl, definitely my least favorite season of the series so far

action sequences were really good but i felt like a few episodes were just straight meaningless action scenes and that definitely felt unnecessary to me

cleo pope jj owners of the season <3

drew starkey can certainly pull off a buzzcut but man do i miss his sexy haircut from season 2 😭😭

WAY TOO MANY BIG JOHN SCENES oh my god look i get it, it’s a miracle the guy turned up alive and shit but i am not john b i do not give two shits about this rather mean looking man and i felt like he was on my screen more than the main cast

shoutout to his actor tho. he did a great job portraying him

i thought i would be a jiara shipper but i don’t like them together at all… i lowkey hate that the writers now literally paired kie with every guy of the pogues when that seems so out of character for her

saw a post about kie being lesbian and you know what? y e s. even though i think a love interest wouldn’t be necessary for her to begin with

i’m a jjpope girlie sorry their chemistry is just chef’s kiss but it’s never gonna happen bc according to the writers there’s not a single gay on that silly lil island

(it’s completely fine if you do ship them bc they did have chemistry in the previous seasons)

not the sarah x topper drama getting reused from last season… i love sarah but girl what the hell

speaking of topper i thought it was fun how they included him in the train heist

but the way sarah manipulated him and used him… i’m no fan of his at all but i did feel for him bc he pulled so much for her and she went straight back to john b 😭

my boy really said i’m gonna light this place up like a damn bonfire lmfao

anyway back to it

the main villains (ward and rafe) of the past two seasons became pretty much irrelevant this season?? huh???

rafe did a near complete 180 out of nowhere… which was strange

like this man’s whole trauma was solely fixed on getting love and respect from his father and the whole donating the cross situation really sucked if you look at it from rafe’s perspective but i do not believe that THAT was all it took to suddenly become so hostile towards ward. even if he still ended up saving him.

this guy was so stuck in the cycle of violence from the pilot up to the final episode of season 2 and his character development was so interesting to see (that scene in s2 when he says he’s not okay and needs help and ward tells him to man up still stuck with me) and it feels like they threw it out of the window and pretty much sidelined his character for no reason at all.

new boring villain is introduced and gets killed in the same season

worst parent award goes to mike and anna

I WANT TO SEE MORE OF JJ AND SARAH WORKING TOGETHER OR JUST INTERACTING PLEASE

they’re such a fun dynamic like give me that please i’ve been asking for this before s2 even came out

the pogues had pretty much 2 scenes together and that’s it… i had hoped to see more of them and their dynamics and just more of them on that deserted island??? wasted potential oh my god

is it just me or was the filming style a lil different this season…

wasn’t rafe’s love interest supposed to be a bigger thing? because the few scenes he shared with her were completely irrelevant and so was her entire character tbh 😭

rafe and kie teaming up… was awesome i loved it

jj and kie running into pope and cleo when they were just about to get off the bus and immediately had to run from people with big ass guns is peak obx energy and i thought it was hilarious

i audibly gasped at the time jump!! such a weird way to end the season, it almost seemed like a series finale but knowing that season 4 is already confirmed i’m genuinely wondering what direction they’re gonna take this. the root of it all was that they were looking for the treasures because some of them were connected to it in their own ways (john b and the royal merchant bc of his dad, pope and the cross/denmark tanny bc family) and rafe and ward were perfect villains up until this season.

if there’s something i want to see in the next season, it’s just more pogue scenes, strengthening their own characters and developments and their dynamics with the other pogues. we really do not need the same romance drama every season. it’s boring and frankly annoying. honestly in this show there’s so much going on that i don’t feel like each one of the pogues needs to end up with someone. i would love to have jarah and jjpope as endgame and have kie and cleo end up solo or maybe have other love interests (but not really).

just give me the pogues doing what they do best — bickering while they’re off chasing some mystery and putting their lives at risk and miraculously getting out of it alive and well.

because season 3 was just weird. really weird. idk this is all for now but i might add more later!

#outer banks #obx spoilers #obx s3 #jj maybank #sarah cameron #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #cleo obx #jjpope #rafe cameron #ward cameron #obx

[fuck-customers]

You said you went to culinary school???

This girl transfers from a sales floor position to the bakery. She takes over my old job as mixer, so I can focus on cakes. So she makes muffins and whatever is on sale that needs to be physically made, instead of being thaw and sell. This is her only job, and to just help package said muffins after she finishes.

Now, when I was doing this job, I was also the opening baker. The closer sets everything up on racks and I proof and bake them, topping pastries and making donuts, culling the floor, and a bunch of other shit. Then I could break or mix after all the breakfast items are put out. (I came in at 4 and wouldn't finish that till 7 or 8)

Now we have a different baker, she does midnight so everything's done earlier. The mixer still comes in at 4am.

when I had both of those jobs at once, I was able to get everything done, even if I stayed over. We wouldn't be missing blueberry muffins unless we were out of the ingredients. TELL ME WHY she wanders around the store making her list, then goes ever so slowly, gets very little done, and gets really angry when we tell her nicely to speed it up. Now she's fighting with the baker.

But she still takes all her breaks (I haven't had a lunch in almost 2 years because there's so much to do) and leaves on time. (I've done more 10 hour shifts than 8) and doesn't do her dishes.

Not only that, she kinda sucks. She picked it up fast at first, then plateoed and is stuck at very beginner level, and has been here 5 months.

The baker had covid so I did her job, and when it was this girls day off I did mixing too. So my old 2 jobs. My boss was amazed that I got twice the amount of work done in the same time. Thats cuz I don't fuck around.

Plus on the rare occasions she does her dishes (wow!!) She dilutes the soap. Its one of those hose systems that has the concentration already figured out. Do not touch. Plus she doesn't know shit about food safety. Aren't you supposed to learn that before even going into a semi professional kitchen?? She was using really bad eggs for days and either didn't notice or didn't care. But how would you not notice the SMELL?? we threw them all out when we noticed, and she came back all confused.

And when she tries to help with cakes, she just messes everything up. Also why try to do someone else's job when yours isn't even half done??

I constantly have to remind her that she would rather us tell her to speed up, than have a customer or the owner scream in your face bc we don't have corn muffins.

And today a customer came in looking for a cake that she took the order for. The form said 5/30. Today is 5/23. So the customer is sad and yes were able to get something for him but what the fuck??? Literally just write the correct date???

Its super nice to have an extra set of hands, but ohmygosh this is... a lot.

Plus shes always complaining about her problems, which in most peoples lives aren't even problems! She's got such boring problems! I wish I had her problems, life would be so much easier!!

So yeah. She claims to have gone to culinary school, but can't do shit right. And when we correct her she gets mad or cries. We literally do not know what to do. She's gotta get her big girl pants on and put some work in.

If she ever works in a full kitchen, she'll be eaten alive.

[obsessedwithegos]

I'M SHAKING EVERYONE HERE BC I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RUNA AND EMIL IN @emmettnet 'S SHELTER PET AU

Faust is in it too, and I adore him, BUT I'M FROATHING AT THE MOUTH W/ RUNA AND EMIL RN

Both are unwilling pets, but Runa has settled into being a pet and likely would've became one when he was older if he wasn't made to become one

WITH RUNA He was used basically to show off and make his previous owner, Irene, look better at parties and such! And she was pretty fucking ruthless with him! If he wasn't quiet, still, walked on all fours too fast or too slow she would punish him via any means! Even in front of others! (Which would eventually result in someone calling in a tip about her cruel behavior to her pet) She made Thursdays HELL for him bc those were her favorite days to go out and show off!

CW for punishing for dietary restrictions

If they WEREN'T going out and he's going to be shown off, she would purposefully feed him foods with meat in it to "get him used to it for gatherings that won't cater to him." So he'd end up spending most of his days really sick/ill!

CW over

AND ON TOP OF THAT, AS HE WAS BEING REMOVED FROM HER OWNERSHIP, SHE THREW A GLASS BOWL @ THE PEOPLE REMOVING HIM AND ENDED UP HITTING HIM INSTEAD AND CAUSED HIM TO BREAK DOWN

And then later on Bebê left him with Abaellis to pet sit him for a little bit while they were out of town on an emergency, AND ABAELLIS EXPERIMENTED ON HIM AND TURNED HIM INTO A MERMAID AND FURTHER TRAUMATIZED HIM!

CW for death threats

MEANWHILE BEBÊ ALSO THREATENS RUNA W/ DEATH IF THEY EVEN THINK HE'S GOING TO BE REMOVED FROM THEIR OWNERSHIP BC HE'S LOWKEY OBSESSED W/ HIM

CW over

Ofc Runa is still being shown off bc Bebê is a Pet Influencer! But Runa is more ok with it in this situation :3

EMIL IS GOING UNDER THE CUT TO PREVENT THIS FROM BEING A LONG UNCUT POST

FOR EMIL, TAEL TURNED HIM INTO A PET AND HE DOES NOT WANT TO BE ONE

CW for self harm

LIKE IF THERE'S AN OPPORTUNITY WHERE HE'S UNSUPERVISED AND HIS HANDS ARE UNRESTRICTED AND HE'S NOT BEING HARMED, HE WILL TRY TO CLAW THE CHIP OUT OF HIS NECK DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT CAN BE DEADLY

CW over

And Tael uses him as a hunting/tracking pet too! So Emil gets hurt in that job, but ngl!!! he's pretty fucking decent at it! sometimes the hurt is purposeful on Tael's part, sometimes it's not!

Emil is still a vampire in this AU but it's more like vampire (?) bc has fangs and a desire to drink blood, he can live without it but if he goes without it for a long period of time he gets very fidgety, jumpy, more anxious, and is more likely to react with violence when scared!

He's also sorta more aggressive in this au in general but more so out of the fact of being defensive/protective!

He's very protective of his crate/cage bc it's the only thing that's his! So if something is done to it w/o telling him and he's not restrained, HE MIGHT BITE THE PERSON MESSING W/ HIS CRATE/CAGE!

She feels cornered??? SHE'LL SNARL AND BARE HER FANGS But!!! She won't actually bite if continued to be approached!

Emil still wants to be a Person, but for now she's like "You want me to be an animal? Fine. I'll be an animal." sort of mindset!

She's still scared of Tael ofc!!! But she's a good bit more feisty in this!!!! AND I LOVE THAT FOR HER

The only reason Tael hasn't declawed her is bc she needs her finger tips and claws for self defense and traction while hunting/tracking!

(Also in this au Tael may or may not have a Hit out against him since he's human in this au, but he's not worried about it :) if he ever was, he'd simply abandon Emil at a shelter and book it! :D )

ANYWAY THAT'S ALL THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY DIYE TALK

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gen: @emmettnet @thebluejayswhump

Runa and Emil tag bc is rambling for them in an AU: @whumpsday

#my brain is SO SO SO full of them atm #diye speaks whump #emmettnet shelter pet au #emil tag #runa tag #bebê tag #tael tag #abaellis tag #irene tag #whump #whump tag #pet whump #ask to tag #self harm #death threat #I WANNA WRITE A FIC OF EMIL ACTUALLY HUNTING AS WELL IN THIS AU LIKE DOING HER GIVEN JOB #BUT IDK HOW TO EXECUTE IT #RAAAAAAAGAGAAAAHAHHHHHH (<Passionately frustrated screaming) #I'LL SOMEHOW FIGURE IT OUT

[nikrangdan]

lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

———————

HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

#enhypenwriters #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons #jungwon imagines #heeseung imagines #sunghoon imagines #ni ki imagines #sunoo imagines #enhypen timestamps #enhypen imagine

[passmethemolly]

dteam fencing au

dream and sapnap work at a fencing studio

they call each other by their fencing nicknames (dream and sapnap obvi)

bad is the owner who comes in on wednesdays and fridays to graduate students to techno’s fencing studio 

techno’s studio is literally the same thing but for older/more advanced students 

sapnap and dream like the younger kids bc they find it hilarious watching them fight 

they like to show off to the students by absolutely obliterating each other

dream is a dirty fighter and uses parkour in his fights 

but its okay, he’s allowed to. he’s the head teacher 

sapnap has a lil flame on his jacket 

dream as a smiley face on his 

sapnap always starts fights with dream

he’ll walk up to dream and start poking him with his foil (the sword thing)

dream will grab it from him and start beating the fuck out of sapnap 

dream: thats! *whap* the! *whap* last! *whap* time! *whap* you! *whap* poke! *whap* me! *whap whap whap* 

when they met george, he was looking for lessons

george said he took some lessons in high school but when dream challenged him to fight, he knocked his friend on his ass in three seconds

overtime, george got better

when george was finally hired as another instructor by bad and he needed a nickname, he panicked and said george by accident and was too awkward to change it

sapnap and dream never let him live it down

george: *minding his business* 

sapnap: hey george- i’m blanking on ur nickname can u tell us again?

dream: oh yeah, what was it?

george: im going to need you two to shut the hell up

bad is the only person that can beat dream in a duel 

bad doesn’t like to fight, but he will put dream in his place if his friend gets too cocky 

bad is surprisingly excellent at such a stabby sport 

dream always tries to train with bad to learn his ways bc he doesn’t like to lose and bad always declines 

bad: dream ur already perfect at fencing in your own way :)

dream: and? come on, fight me again idc 

Sapnap and george always judge each other harshly in the stupidest ways possible

george one time said that sapnap breathed at the wrong time and it threw off his aim

sapnap never started another fight so fast 

rip george 

dream, sapnap, and george tried to fight each other all at the same time and they ended up breaking the mirror on the wall 

dadboyhalo yelled at them and took it out of their paychecks 

it was worth it though 

george gets frustrated easily and overworks himself 

dream is always there to stop him and offer to stay after to help him

they were once there until 2 am fencing and talking 

dream gives little comments of encouragement during fights and he gives george a few cool down seconds when he gets a hit in 

dont tell george, but dream sometimes throws a duel to give his friend a confidence boost 

alternatively, sapnap is the first to go every night after cleaning the fencing equipment 

dream has never seen anyone haul ass out of a building that quickly 

sapnap does stay after to help occasionally 

he sits against the mirror and gives george tips on some of dream weaknesses 

sapnap knows that george himself is one of those weaknesses 

hes such a good wingman

he also records them fighting and posts it on snapchat to mess with them since they look stupid 

the first fencing competition they had together, they took a selfie after since they all had matching helmet hair 

dream has that photo framed in between george’s third place trophy and sapnaps first place trophy in the studio

bad once suggested they do a 3v1 against dream since he was getting too good

eventually, sapnap and george dropped out of the fight because of exhaustion 

but bad kept coming back and at the last second, he poked dream right before dream poked him

bad keeps his fencing crown like the king he is

the kids love sapnap and george

george doesn’t like kids but they cling to him like theres no tomorrow and they always ask to fight with him 

dream tries so hard for the kids to like him and sapnap constantly makes fun of him, which makes the kids like sapnap more

george always goes to dream and tries to convince the kids to go to him but it never works 

sapnap is like the cool brother who lets them take terrible photos of george and dream

his phone background is a photo of george with a double chin looking down at the camera by accident 

they call themselves the dream team 

george finally got his jacket with a red box as a present from bad 

dream and techno have a loose rivalry 

they once had to fight each other at a fencing competition and techno won by a second

they give each other an ungodly amount of respect though

if they ever team up- the world is ending

tommy fights sapnap which ends up being hilarious to watch since tommy’s tactic is to confuse his opponent. 

sapnap just stands there in confusion as tommy says the stupidest things and dances before tommy lunges and poking sapnap in the chest 

it gets him EVERY TIME AND SAPNAP WANTS BLOOD

tubbo looks up to dream and when george isnt begging dream for lessons, he offers tubbo tips and helps him with his stance

wilbur and george fight and wilbur tries to convince george to come to techno’s studio

wilbur: come on, you don’t want to be with these americans dont you?

george: isn’t techno american?

wilbur: he doesn’t count he’s never there

tommy is feral with fencing when he gets into it

dream is convinced he is genuinely trying to stab people

tubbo started fencing because of tommy and he fell in love with the strategic part of the sport 

wilbur was dragged into fencing bc of them and he doesn’t take it too seriously 

he brings the snacks and plays the guitar as background music 

he played the pirates of the caribbean theme when dream and techno dueled 

george and dream always go out in the morning before they go into the studio 

if one of them cant make it that morning, the other buys a drink for them anyways

dream likes to leave little notes on george’s soda can

george likes to get dream the worst snack and drink combination

for example, george bought dream milk and doritos 

dream wanted to cry 

whenever the gang has a fencing competition far away, george and dream and sapnap always sit in the back of the car together while bad and techno take turns driving. 

george uses dream’s arm as a head rest 

dream likes to hold george’s hand under the blanket 

sapnap sleeps with his mouth gaping open and music blasting in his headphones

wilbur is stuck taking tommy and tubbo in a separate car and when they show up, two hours behind bad, wilbur always looks traumatized 

bad’s fencing studio got five stars on yelp and he started crying 

they all celebrated by going out to get pizza and then beating the shit out of each other in a chaotic fight

it was all of them. dream, tommy, george, wilbur, sapnap, tubbo, bad, techno- all fighting each other.

when george won his first competition, sapnap and dream and bad went berserk on the sidelines and all tackled him in a hug

#i am thinking #i love writing these lil au's man idk #im supposed to be writing a whole fic rn but eh #dream team #fencing #fencing au #technopig #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #badboyhalo #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #au #feel free to add more!! #dreamnotfound #sorry #forgive typos and grammar

[shivada-jade]

Timing (5)

main pairings: albedo x reader sucrose x reader

➡ mentions: diluc, venti, aether, paimon warning(s): usage of alcohol bc we're at angel's share

you can find timing's masterlist here!

notes: this has been long overdue! here you go bWAAH

Diluc watches a bard glide into his tavern like he owns the place. The Ragnvindr raises a brow, placing a wine glass back into a cupboard.

"Venti," he says, picking up another glass, polishing it. "Are you here to pay back your tabs?"

"Ah, Master Diluc!" The boy in green laughs nervously, "Oh, what a pleasant surprise, but of course I wouldn't dream to have your bills jeopardized."

The door of the tavern chimes, signaling another customer is there. Aether places his hands on his knees, heaving for breath and Paimon floats in, hitting Aether's head lightly, "I GOT YOU NOW."

Venti whistles and casually sides himself next to the traveler and wraps an arm around him, "Aether here, will be delighted to pay for my tab."

Paimon gasps and takes the hat off Venti's head. "No! We didn't come here to do that!" She flips to Aether, helping him up, "Tell him why we're here, Aether!"

The tavern owner wipes his hand on a cloth and leans forward on the counter, curious. The glass windows and colourful bottles filter the sunlight from behind the man. Colours reflect to Diluc, making him look like some sort of rainbow Angel.

Aether inhales, now standing up normally. "Lately, I've been getting a lot of commissions to gather Wolfhook for remedies, and whenever I ask what it's for they always say how it's like they..." He trails off, not knowing the best way to put it.

Dliuc clears his throat, watching Venti attempt to steal another bottle of wine. He quickly grabs the bottle from Venti's hand, who sulks sitting at the very right side of the counter.

"Like they think they have thing obnoxious sound in their head," Diluc finishes for Aether. "And when they try to remember what, it hurts them more."

Aether's head perks up, "Master Diluc, do you have these too?"

Diluc looks up, thinking. "...Yes, but it has mostly been the drunkard Knights that have been telling me these stories whilst I work here."

He breathes in sharply, "Those no use for good Knights come here more often since two years ago, which coincidentally is the disappearance of someone from the Investigation Team. I always assumed it was because that person had a huge impact on them, but when I questioned them, they don't even know the name of the missing person."

Paimon makes a face, "You sure have been doing a lot of research."

"If even the Knights are having troubles with only themselves, how would Mondstadt be protected?"

"Right! So," Venti quips. "Getting to the point. I also have been trouble remembering these... things, but one thing's for certain! The things I can't remember always leads me to this lovely tavern. Truly, the answer is under these curtains."

Paimon furrows her brows, scanning around the tavern for curtains. "There are no curtains here."

"Eheh~ It's a metaphor for, what's hiding in store!"

Diluc adjusts his gloves. "I have to admit, I do understand what you mean with the remembering and forgetting," he comments. "But what is it that you propose I do? What does this tavern have to do with anything?"

"Has there been any other... strange things going on?" Paimon floats, tilted forward. "Aether would als-"

The fae turns to Aether, only now realizing he disappeared from her side. "Aether?" She hovers over the boy's shoulder when finding him.

He stands in front of the door, observing the scratches- some new and some old. Venti hops off the stool he sits on and saunters to his friends, signaling Diluc to follow.

Aether's fingers trace the marks on the door and turns to the owner of the tavern. "Master Diluc, can I ask how long had Angel's Share been standing? When was it first built?"

Diluc ponders, scratching his chin a bit, then answering, "A few hundred years, give or take. It's been preserved well."

Aether's hand lifts from the door. "Then how is this old marking foreshadowing us meeting here?" His golden eyes scan over the names written on the door. Deep engravings, yet faded out edges let him figure it's been hundreds of years.

He looks over the words, or names on the door. "Diluc, Aether, Paimon, Venti, Albedo, Sucrose. By the time the first four meet, the other two will arrive because they're smart like that. Please, help me. There are barely any resources here. Things are yet to be mined or built."

Venti collapses again, clutching his head. He winces, looking up with one eye and waving his worried peers. "It's alright I just-" he takes a moment to pause. He grins, "I think I know who the mystery person in my memory is."

"It's just..." He tries to stand, but his knees fail him. "Remembering them changes many things."

Diluc looks to Aether, wondering if he had answers, but the blonde only shook his head, supporting Venti with his shoulder and placing him on a chair.

Paimon is still distracted by the carvings on the door. She floats closer. Her eyes are observing the door very closely. "It says Albedo and Sucrose a-"

The door flings Paimon to the cupboard Diluc puts the mugs and glass in. "gAH?!"

Albedo and Sucrose stand in front of the opened door. They both seem to be searching something and their eyes land on Diluc. Sucrose sighs in relief and pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

"Master Diluc," She says meekly, taking a thick book out of the bag she carries.

"Sucrose and I require your assistance in one of our projects." Albedo finishes for the girl before nodding to the others beside the Ragnvindr, acknowledging their presence. "I hope you can aid us."

...

Your hands are clasped in front of yourself, trying to contain your emotions. After meeting a Ragnvindr, you thought you were getting somewhere. As someone who knows the arts of science, you thought all you needed was to see a familiar presence in Mondstadt, so you searched the nobles, knowing how long they've spent in Mond.

You did not in fact gather inspiration, nor answers to getting back home, but you did befriend a wealthy aristocrat who, despite not believing your time-travel story, decided to help fund your research to going back to your time after helping him out with the latest project called "Angel's Share."

You sighed, taking a bite out of an apple while watching a few of Angel's Share's first customers. Looking around, Mondstadt still had that sort of look from the future, but everything is new and shiny. Everything is newly built.

You've been here for two years, and from those two years you watched Mondstadt quickly finish the last few touches to the city you know. It was a strange experience to say the least.

When you had first known you time traveled, you hadn't realized it until you waltzed into Favonius Headquarters and a guard seized you. You kicked and punched the guard, claiming you were one of the members of the Investigation Team but they looked at you like you were crazy. You stopped hitting them, and thought back to how the guard does not look like anyone you knew.

You asked him what year it was and the guard made a face. He grabbed your wrist harshly and was about to throw you down until a boy in green threw an apple at his head.

The green boy clutched his hat and sent a push of wind towards the guard, making him unconscious.

"Venti?"

The boy froze, and slowly turned towards you. "Goodness gracious! Haha, that is right! I must be getting popular these days for you to recognize my face." He exclaimed with a bow and a tip of his hat.

You tilted your head. You cautiously walked close to inspect his face. "But we just had wine the other day? What're you..."

Your eyes snapped to your hands then back to his teal eyes. "Are you really Venti?"

The boy lifted his cape from right to left, picking out details. "I'm sure I am he, for what else could my name be?"

"Ah.. right." You said partially scared. "Venti, do you know who I am?"

Venti placed a finger in the air, "You know... I have vision from Barbatos himself. It allows me to know if the winds of a person are new and old, but yours..." He circled you, thinking. "You have the presence of my own wind though I've never met you. How strange."

"Well I mean- we just drank together yesterday so-"

Shouts and yells came from inside the Favonius Headquarters. Venti's eyes widened, reaching for you and ran to Mondstadt's central market and hid behind a box of crates. He shushed you, pointing to the guards asking for someone wearing green.

"Darn it! Looks like I'm a wanted fugitive again."

"Again?"

Venti frowned, looking at you, "Did I say 'again?' You make me say strange things. Well then!" He brushed the feeling off and flipped his cape inside out so he wore white instead of green. "The guards said a boy with a green cloak, but now I have a white cloak!"

"Wow, they'll never catch you now."

Venti grinned, "So... Even if you have Mondstadt's winds lingering on your clothes, I can't say I've seen you around- I should know, because this is where I'm bound."

Your lips parted a bit, still not catching on. "But Venti, we just went for drinks yesterday before I went back to camping in Dragonspine."

Venti squinted his eyes, "EHH??"

"Unless..." You muttered, thinking of the events that happened. You look at the statue of Barbatos far in the distance, then look at the boy in front of you.

"Barbatos," you said loud enough for only the two of you to hear.

To most people, it would seem nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you weren't most people. You worked with a few of the Captains of The Knights of Favonius. It is required to have a perceptive eye, (When you didn't catch on things as fast, Albedo would simply guide you to the right direction with a little mumble. Maybe he'd pull a few jabs, but it's all in good fun.) and when you whispered the archon's name, you note the way Venti makes a face. His eyes dart and he turned more giggly. He whistled like he hadn't heard what you just said.

You put two and two together and you realized that you've been friends with the Anemo Archon.

You slap a hand on your face. Shock runs up your body- not because Venti was the Anemo Archon, but because you were too slow on figuring it out.

"Archons- Venti? You're him?" You knit your brows pointing at the statue of him far away.

"Ehe~ you caught me," he held his hands up in surrender. "But how did you ever know?"

You thought back, excited. "Venti, you don't know this, but future you talked to me a day ago about my time travel thing, and it worked."

...

But of course, that was two years ago. You hadn't been exited about your discovery of time travel since then.

(part 6)

notes: crying sm venti's so hard to write like how would he react to stuff if he does or doesnt know like do i say he does know or doest ugh time travelling is so confusing especially if you're friends with the anemo archon

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz #sucrose #sucrose genshin impact #sucrose x reader #diluc #venti #aether

[bbugyu]

for you + yoon jeonghan

everyone in his life described you as his weakness, and he couldn’t even argue.

part one | part two

wc.10234 (LMAO) | fluff, smut, humor, etl/uni!au, ~new relationship stuff~, gender neutral pronouns for reader (but they have a pussy sorry), vague softdom/brattysub dynamics (guess who’s who!), there are - count em - 4 different sex scenes, more bff!gyu, filth, language, you know the drill, reader gets a lil tender, so does han, *sniffles* they just suit each other so well, please use condoms

this is where i admit that i wrote 20k of enemies to lovers garbage all based off a single line in falling for u, where they say they meant to drink a coffee with you but they accidentally chugged it bc theyre nervous. yup! all this mess for that one line! this is incredibly self indulgent and i apologize but also i don't because i needed this

~

visual culture was your new favorite class.

while there was absolutely no trouble making time to spend with jeonghan, your previous meditation time served as an allocated two hours every week where you could just sit and mess around with the boy you had growing affections for. the two of you would chat in hushed tones as the professor lectured, jeonghan’s fingertips tracing invisible patterns on your thigh as you diligently untangled his headphone cord for him, his thumb nails having been chewed too short to do it himself. he would bring you coffee on thursdays, when it was his only class of the day but your third and last. the caffeine was a well accepted afternoon pickmeup, and he never let you go after class without taking you out for lunch somewhere, claiming to be celebrating the end of your school day. then you might as well just come over to his apartment, he’d tell you. his place was closer than yours, he’d explain, swinging your hand in his. you didn’t wanna say goodbye yet, did you? afterall, the night’s still young, he’d tease, luring you with the promise of kisses between droopy eyed smiles.

jeonghan had become the complete opposite of your initial impression. he was sweet to you, genuinely, and if you liked him any less, you would say he was obsessed. you do say that, occasionally, when you’re hanging out with your friends and he texts you some purposefully cheesy line knowing it would make you roll your eyes, forcing you to mention him to your questioning friends, but you never truly meant it. you’d be a liar if you said every eye roll wasn’t just to cover up the faint feeling of butterflies in your gut. he always knew exactly how to make you want to see him, and you never hesitated to tell him when you did.

on one such day, when you had told him that if you went home you would need him to drive you into the woods and help you dig your roommate a clandestine grave, he stopped by your friend’s apartment after a shift, waiting dutifully by the door with his shoes still on and his hands shoved into his jean pockets as you searched the kitchen counter for your keys.

“serious, mingyu, what did you do with them? i know i left them next to the toaster.”

“i used your bottle opener, but i swear i put them on the coffee table,” he said, pushing back his hair as he looked around the small living room.

jeonghan watched you and mingyu tear apart the couch, trying to ignore the roommate that was leaning against the wall, eyeing him.

“where do you live?”

jeonghan blinked and looked at him. “uh, my apartment’s a couple streets over and a few-”

“roommates?” minghao watched as the older straightened his spine involuntarily, arms folded across his chest as he appraised his friend’s new chew toy.

“yeah, three,” he responded. minghao kept eyeing him. he fidgeted under the gaze, then coughed to clear his throat. for some reason unknown to even him, he said “they’re good people,” as though he was seeking some kind of approval.

minghao nodded slowly. “they act tough but they’re not. if you break their heart, i’ll break you.”

“what?”

“y/n,” he said, causing you to perk your head up from across the room while simultaneously clarifying. he lifted his hand and jangled your keys, holding them by the novelty hulk fist bottle opener. “found ‘em.”

“jesus christ, myungho, you had them the whole time?” you exhaled sharply, shoving a couch cushion back where it was meant to be. “don’t be a prick.”

you snagged the keys from him and shoved your feet into your shoes, taking the bag that jeonghan was holding for you.

“wo ai ni.”

you batted at minghao’s arm. “yeah, whatever. love you, too. see you guys later?”

mingyu threw up a peace sign from the couch, where he had promptly laid himself out after the search for keys had ceased, and minghao smiled as he waved you off and closed the door behind you.

you asked how work was, and jeonghan sighed, describing it shortly as work, but said he was glad it was over so that he could spend some time with you.

you giggled, knocking shoulders and slyly lacing your fingers between his. “cheesy.”

he gave you your favorite sideways smile, though he didn’t know it was your favorite, and you, again, ignored the flitting in your stomach that he always seemed to cause. “so, uh… myungho…”

you exhaled. “what did he say to you?”

“nothing, really,” he said quickly, knowing you would get mad at your friend if he told you the full truth. “i was just kind of curious if you two had ever, y'know…”

you looked at jeonghan. “you’re not jealous, are you?”

he looked back. “i don’t have reason to be, do i?”

“of course not,” you said, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. “i’ve kissed hao once, on a drunk dare, and we both agreed to never try it again. he’s like a brother.”

jeonghan nodded, thinking about the protective stance the tall lean man had taken when he tried (and maybe succeeded, though jeonghan would never admit it) to intimidate him. no matter the vibe he got, he trusted you, and he understood the intent - however, you made him want to do everything in his power to keep you happy, so he didn’t think this myungho character had much to worry about.

“oh my god, hannie,” you gripped his hand tighter, your other hand clutching his elbow. “look at that dog.”

he laughed and followed your gaze across the street to the pom that was nose up, walking beside its owner. “cute.”

“isn’t it?” you sighed. “god, i want a dog. i hate living in a dorm. i hate my roommate.”

“move out, then.”

“and go where? back to my parents’ place?”

he rolled his eyes. “into the apartment you practically live at anyways.”

“dumb, dumber, and dumbest?” you scoffed. “i would kill all three of them in under a week.”

jeonghan wondered which was which, then pushed the temptation to mention his idea of you living with him out of his brain. “sounds like you’re shit outta luck.”

you sighed, craning your neck to steal a look at the dog again. “i guess you’ll just have to get a dog for me.”

he smiled back, eyes lingering on your face even after your gaze went back to the scenery. “i have a question.”

you blinked at him. “yes?”

he watched a cloud for a second. “what do you call me?”

“hannie.”

he laughed. “i mean to your friends.”

you eyed him sideways. “are you trying to trick me into calling you my boyfriend?”

he eyed you back, a smile teasing his lips. “are you admitting that you call me your boyfriend?”

“what do you call me to your friends, then?”

“y/n.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

“woooow,” he went, sighing and pulling his hand from yours to shove it in his pocket. “here i was thinking we were in a healthy, mutually respectful relationship.”

you giggled, tugging on his arm. “oh, shut up. we are. you call me by my name, and i call you by yours. that’s as mutually respectful as we can get.”

jeonghan rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pull his hand out of his pocket and put your fingers between his again. he had never been the type to hold hands in public, but with you it felt right. “whatever. it’s only been a month. i’ll break you eventually.”

you exhaled. “if you want me to tell people you’re my boyfriend, you just have to ask.”

“why would i want that?”

you pouted. “i dunno, i thought maybe you liked me or something.”

he squeezed your hand. “don’t flatter yourself.”

you laughed, forcing a smile onto jeonghan’s face, and he didn’t stop you when you changed the subject to the fact that mingyu had informed you that a dissected sheep brain looks a little too close to ssamgyeopsal for comfort.

one day, he told you that he thought you’d be different, back before you started dating. you were gentler than he imagined, despite your continued quick wit and sharp tongue. sweeter.

“i dunno,” he said, leaning back against the couch with your head in his lap. “in my head you would just be mean all the time.”

you didn’t take it as an insult. “the version of me you created in your head is no responsibility of mine.”

jeonghan thought you were beyond incredible. while his original judgement of you being rude, pretentious, and, well, mean hadn’t necessarily been wrong, he had found you to also be incredibly caring, thoughtful, and maybe the funniest person he had ever met. you would sigh about how broke you were that week, how you were sick of eating cup noodles, but you wouldn’t hesitate to spend the last of your budget on soju and kimbap for your friends on your walk to their apartment. you always picked up on his subtle mood changes - when he would press his hands to his temples as he tried to process his literature homework, your hand would sneak onto his thigh and squeeze his knee to remind him to let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, despite your eyes never leaving your own textbook. he swore he never saw jihoon laugh as hard as he did when you and mingyu went off on one of your stupid arguments that only best friends could have, especially after you called mingyu a “grey’s anatomy-worthy harassment claim waiting to happen.”

“seriously, why am i friends with you?” mingyu grabbed his drink from your hand and glared at you when he noticed how much lighter it was (you had said you didn’t want one but definitely stole more than one sip). “can anyone else stand this bitch?”

“i like them,” jeonghan said matter of factly, his chin in his hand and elbow on the table as he stared at you fondly. 

mingyu rolled his eyes. “you don’t count, evil twin.”

jihoon had his back on the floor, hands on his face, still trying to recover from your grey’s anatomy joke, and mingyu’s twin comment only set him off again. you giggled as you watch him roll onto his side, and briefly looked around this new grouping you found yourself in, sat around the low table covered in takeout in jeonghan’s living room. “how come you call me every day, then, dr. hate-my-guts?”

“free therapy,” he said, not missing a beat as he shoved a massive spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth. jihoon coughed, and mingyu narrowly avoided laughing as he chewed.

“i don’t buy it,” jeonghan said, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the other. he watched you steal from his plate. “i think you like y/n the same reason i do. they’re the first person that didn’t tell you what you wanted to hear just because you’re good looking.”

mingyu kept chewing as he stared at jeonghan, his almost tired gaze going to you before he spoke. “you guys are really made for each other, huh?”

you didn’t think it before, but everyone kept telling you two that, and it definitely served as a pretty good ego boost for the existing confidence in your newfound relationship. you, of course, enjoyed jeonghan’s company even more without the validating eye rolls and gagging noises from friends whenever one of you made some praising comment about the other. you thought he was funny when he was making scathing jokes at his friends’ expense, but you thought he was absolutely hilarious when he was muttering every stupid thought that popped into his head with the specific intention of making you laugh too loud as you laid with him in your bed, his hand rubbing your back, overly aware of the fact that your roommate was trying to study at their desk as you planted your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

as more time passed, jeonghan found it increasingly annoying that you both shared bedrooms with other people, considering how easily you could tease him into a bothered red-eared state with just your words. times that the two of you had gotten yelled at by whoever had to witness to get a damn room, or whispers between drinks that turned into standing too closely at parties, catching each others lips teasingly. disappearing into a bedroom only to be interrupted before anything can happen by some combination of party-goers and friends that somehow always managed to ruin the mood for one or both of you in an extremely targeted way. you had managed to help each other get off, of course, and he loved the look of you sinking to your knees in a bathroom stall, gaze catching his while you unbuckled his belt, or the way you squirmed against him, stuck between a closet door and his hard place, your breath hitching as he dug his fingers deeper into you. both activities were satisfying in their own right, but it would never be enough for him.

then there was that frustrating time jihoon had walked in, catching you with your hand down jeonghan’s pants, and he would never forgive you for the way you hesitated to loosen your grip on him despite the interruption. those few seconds of sheer terror he had felt, making direct eye contact with his roommate with his dick hard and in a hand that wasn’t his, the only thing stopping you from continuing being his annoyed “can you let go, now?" 

he had decided to get back at you, and he got the opportunity a week later, when he had woken up behind you in your bed with your laptop asking if you were still watching and your roommate sleeping only a meter or so away. his lips ghosting across your neck, rousing you from your shallow sleep just to find his hand gently squeezing your hip, running over your mound until you were begging him to slip it under your pajama shorts. he had to put his free hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as you melted under his touch, your toes curling against his shins as the string in you snapped, and you punched his chest when you finally rolled over and caught your breath for getting you so needy when you weren’t alone. he just giggled and looked at you, half lidded, then kissed you like he hadn’t just been muttering voyeuristic filth in your ear.

jihoon was going home for the weekend, and the second jeonghan had found out, he told you you weren’t allowed to make any plans and swapped his saturday shift with a coworker. you had laughed in his face when he told you he intended to keep you in bed the entire weekend, but part of you had been waiting just as much as he had.

on friday night, when the two of you were sitting on the couch watching some documentary that you could barely pay attention to, seungcheol asked again if you guys wanted to go to the bar with him and soonyoung.

"cheol, i swear to god,” jeonghan said, the arm over your shoulder stiffening as he pointed at his roommate. “if you ask one more time, we’re gonna fuck in your bed, and it will be messy.”

seungcheol groaned in disgust as you laughed. “fuck you, jeonghan. i was giving them an out.”

“sorry,” you said, your head leaning back against the arm. “i’ll try to get him to wash the sheets, but no promises.”

“you guys are so fucking gross,” seungcheol said, snatching his wallet off the counter and shoving it in his pocket as soonyoung came out from the bathroom. “we’re leaving before they jump each other. do you have everything? if you forgot something, we’re not coming back,” he said, pointing. “i’m not risking it.”

soonyoung patted all his pockets, nodded, then smiled and waved at you. “see you guys! use protection!”

“don’t take the sixth shot,” you warned, smiling and waving back. soonyoung laughed as he got shoved out the door by his roommate, and when it shut behind him, you felt a chill run up your spine for no good reason.

“we should probably wait a minute,” you said, turning back to jeonghan, who was already leaning into you and letting his gaze flicker unapologetically between your eyes and lips.

“or, and this is just a suggestion, we can decide that we’ve waited long enough and that if they come back after all of that they deserve to see whatever they see,” he pitched, his fingers already brushing against your jaw.

you blinked at him from only a breath away, his honeyed eyes putting a sweet taste in your mouth. you swallowed, your stomach feeling light suddenly. “or that.”

his lips were on yours as soon as the words left them, and your hand rose to grip the front of his shirt - one of the many plain shirts that seemed to rotate around the household. you fidgeted for a second, before deciding you were impatient and pulling away from him only to swing a leg over his and straddle his lap. he grinned at you, hands landing on your thighs, lips excitedly welcoming back yours.

you really enjoyed kissing jeonghan. he always started soft, gentle, with light caresses and reassurances of how beautiful he thought you were. though you never catch him applying any, you know he has a peach flavored lip balm hiding somewhere in his daily routine, and you tasted it on him as you dove a little deeper into him, his hands squeezing at your waist as your tongue dipped past his lips. 

jeonghan also really enjoyed kissing you, which was both good and bad for him. good, of course, because you could happily trap him in liplock for hours, and he never got bored of your soft sighs and adoring touches and wanton noises. bad, though, because his enjoyment becomes incredibly obvious embarrassingly fast, and he wished he could wipe the smirk off your face as soon as you noticed, but he always found himself completely powerless against you when you decided there was something you wanted.

and so, jeonghan’s eyes flicked over your chest as you pulled off your shirt, tossing it to the side as you stood and spun around, planting your hands on his knees and spreading his thighs as you sat back directly on his already straining bulge.

“holy fuck,” he managed, fingers running over the soft fabric of your gray sweatpants before kneading at your ass. you wiggled against his grip before grinding down against him, satisfied by the reaction, loving how clearly you could feel him and the way he sucked in a breath. you made no effort to stifle the noise caused by feeling him against your already dampening core, even through far too many layers. he whipped of his shirt quickly, his hands running up your back, twisting over your waist and pulling your back against his chest. you felt his lips start at your shoulder, then a hand on your chest, then the other snaking down your stomach.

you chuckled lightly. “can’t take a lapdance?”

“from you?” his lips landed behind your ear. “absolutely not. you’ll make me cum, and i have other things i’d like to try first.”

you sighed, rolling your hips as deliberate fingers moved from your stomach to inner thigh. “ever the poet.”

he smirked against your neck. “try it again later. right now, you’re making me insane.”

“mm,” you agreed. “i’ll keep that bookmarked, then.”

“god, how are you this hot?” jeonghan almost laughed. “you’re so annoying, why are you so good at teasing me like this?”

you smirked as his hand ghosted over your core. “yoon jeonghan, you make it incredibly fun to tease you.”

“i refuse to believe that it’s my fault you’re this sexy,” he said, drinking in the way your head dropped to his shoulder and a moan fell from your lips as he ran a finger up your slit. even through fabric, he felt the arousal gathering at your core, making his cock jump against your ass. you smiled, a hand snaking against his scalp, tugging gently at the hair at the base of his skull as he bumped over your clit, his reactionary groan matching yours.

“baby,” you whispered, your breath hot against jeonghan’s lips. “please.”

he licked his lips, tongue almost brushing yours in the process, using his hand on your waist to grind himself against you. “please what, darling?”

“fingers, jeonghan,” you whimpered, arching your back against his chest slightly in hopes to get friction against him, but he stopped his grinding as you did. you huffed. “please, i need you.”

he nudged at your jaw, making you roll your head as he planted his lips on your neck. his fingers undid the drawstring of your sweats to comfortably push under the fabric, and he let out a sigh as he didn’t find another layer.

“you’re evil.”

you giggled, gasping as his fingers quickly ran through your wetness. “and it turns you on.”

you let out a prolonged moan as he pushed his middle finger into you easily, sucking the base of your neck between his teeth. you gripped him, nails surely leaving crescents against his neck as he groaned about how absurdly wet you were, and you said something about how he was in no position to tease when you could feel every time his dick throbbed against you. he asked if you were dirty enough to admit how long you hadn’t been wearing underwear, and he watched you lick your lips before you told him all day. he smirked when you brought your lips to his, moaning against him as he pushed a second finger into you.

his fingers curled deliciously against pressure points, making you gasp as you tightened around them. jeonghan watched your heavy eyelids as you tried to focus on him, he watched your chest rise and fall as it flushed. he brought his free hand up to pinch your already puckered nipple, your temple landing on his cheek in an attempt to hold yourself together.

“i can tell you’re close,” he teased, and you only whined in response, eyes squeezing shut as his palm rubbed at your clit with the gentle movement of his fingers curling in you. “are you gonna cum on my hand, darling?”

you nodded hurriedly, your fingers curling in his hair, then opened your eyes to find his. he smiled at you, which only made you feel as though your world was crumbling. your back arched against his chest again as you came, and he held you by your core as you squeezed at his fingers, lips leaving repeated kisses across your cheek and neck.

despite the orgasm, you couldn’t help but continue to grind down against jeonghan’s hand, and he indulged your neediness by pumping them into you again before slipping his fingers out of you and pushing you forwards. “wallet.”

you groaned, pushing your ass back against him, smiling at the way his hand tensed on your side. “no please?”

he stared at where you were rubbing against his length. “i’m either cumming in a condom or your ass. your choice.”

he gave you a smug look when you turned your head to giggle at him, but his face almost completely dropped when he realized you were considering it.

“okay,” you said. “condom. this time.”

jeonghan’s cock flinched against you again, to which you responded with a wiggle before pushing off him and walking to the kitchen to retrieve a foil packet from his wallet, leaving him staring after you dumbly. when you turned around to walk back towards him, he had shoved his pants over his knees, leaning back heavily as he stroked himself using the hand you had so graciously wet for him. you gulped involuntarily, suddenly aware of how much saliva was gathering around your tongue as you tore open the condom.

he watched you kneel between his knees, his hand stilling at the base of his cock as you lapped a wet line up the underside of it, tongue swirling over his head. he tasted like you, and you had to swallow again before you rolled the condom onto him. you stood, turning your back to him as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your sweats and leaned over slightly as you pushed the fabric over your ass. jeonghan’s hand tightened around himself involuntarily, his other going to feel you. squeeze your hip, pinch at the soft flesh. guide you down onto him as you braced yourself on his knee. you pulled at the underside of your thigh, spreading yourself wider as you sat back onto him, sighing as he stretched you out.

“fuck,” he choked out, both hands gripping at your waist to stop you from sinking more. “shit, you feel really good.”

you whined, rolling your hips back in need. “i’ll feel even better if you let me sit.”

he chuckled. “why do you think i stopped you?”

you looked over your shoulder. “two pump chump?”

jeonghan pulled you down onto him harshly, forcing a squeal out of you as you curled over yourself. it had been a long time since anything had been this deep, and you could already feel your release building with one touch of his head to your spot. “shut up.”

“shutting up,” you muttered, voice almost cracking when he held you still and rutted up into you. 

“god, i can’t believe it took us this long,” he said, steadying you with his grip so you could roll your hips on his lap. “to get me in you.”

“m-maybe if your roommate ever went to cl-lass,” you stuttered, beyond pleased that you could finally relieve this frustration as you slowly bounced on his lap. “f-fuck, you feel better than i imagined.”

you could hear the grin on his face when he spoke again, running his fingers up your side. “have i been fucking you in your dreams, baby?”

“well, you sure - mf! - haven’t been fuh-hucking me in real li-” your sentence getting cut off by a whiney moan when his hips bumped up to meet yours. “god, fuck, jeonghan!”

he pulled himself off the couch, pressing his chest against your back. he pushed up into you, almost desperately, his teeth running across your shoulder as much as his lips did. you gasped, leaning back into him, spreading your legs until your knees hooked on the outside of his, his unrelenting fingers finding your clit, just to make you beg as he pumped in and out of you.

“please what, baby?” he asked sweetly, despite the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and the way his eyebrows knit together.

“p-please, can i cum again?”

jeonghan groaned, almost taken aback by your complete switch in attitude. while he knew you liked it when he tried to take control, he had never seen you go down without a fight. “who knew all you needed to stop being such a brat was my cock?”

“p-please, h-hannie…” you whimpered, and he could feel your walls constricting around him. “please, i wanna cum.”

desperation became obvious in his own hips, just by taking in your face. he had gone into this with every intention of milking you of everything you had, but he was man enough to admit that your begging made him too close to cumming to stop. “get my dick wet, darling.”

your mouth gaped in a silent cry as you crumpled into his chest, your legs twitching inwards as he moved his hands to your hips and continued thrusting up into you, your walls squeezing him tight until he let out a low groan, slowing his movement until he eventually stilled completely.

the two of you stayed there, a sweaty, entangled mess on the couch, both just trying to catch your breath.

“fuck,” you said finally, and jeonghan thought he couldn’t have said it better himself.

after two packets of slightly overcooked ramen, a conversation about how leaving a used condom on cheol’s bed would not be a funny prank, and a generous spray of febreze fabric refresher, jeonghan watched proudly as you walked with a slight unintentional wobble towards his bedroom, assuring you he’d be right there as he rinsed out your bowls in the sink.

when he did finally join you, you were laying on his bed with your phone to your ear, and he crawled up over you as you giggled into the phone, knees spreading to accommodate. “hannie’s. i told you, i’m staying here for the weekend.”

jeonghan could hear mingyu’s voice on the other end, saying something about how he thought it was next weekend for some reason and that getting laid would be good for you, but he just smiled as he kissed at your neck, your free arm settling around him comfortably.

“why are you calling this late?” you asked, looking over at jeonghan’s bedside to confirm the time. “are you guys going out?”

“yeah, of course. rockbox in an hour. you guys in?”

you tipped your head to the side as jeonghan continued his gentle kisses up your neck, hands running up under your shirt, making you sigh softly. “nah, we have plans. cheol and soonyoung are there, though.”

“okay, no worries,” mingyu said, then paused. jeonghan took the opportunity to bite just below your jaw, gently rolling his hips between your thighs to make you aware of what he was thinking. “are you busy right now, or can you talk?”

a pang of guilt ran through you as you held your breath, trying to not audibly react to the movement against you. you hadn’t been able to sit and chat with your best friend in way too long. “i’m, uh, a little busy? maybe we could get lunch tomorrow?”

jeonghan pulled back and glared at you, a stark reminder that he had asked you to not make plans, but you just put a finger to his pouting lips.

“as long as it’s after noon, i’m down.”

“okay,” you said, brushing your fingers across jeonghan’s cheek and pushing his hair behind an ear. “one? two? stew?”

“one’s good,” mingyu said, his voice sing songy. “okay, i’m gonna get ready. have fun! use protection.”

you rolled your eyes. “everyone keeps saying that.”

“yeah, because you guys are crazy and no one wants to risk it.”

after your byes, you hung up and looked at jeonghan, who was still staring at you with disdain. you sighed. “it’s just lunch.”

“i said no plans,” he reminded you, pouting. “now we have to go get lunch with mingyu when i could be fucking you stupid in my roommateless bedroom.”

“no we don’t,” you said, running your hands through his hair. “i have to get lunch with mingyu. you can do whatever you want.”

“oh, so i’m not even invited?” his eyebrows raised at you. “you do realize i switched a shift so i could spend all day with you, right?”

you giggled. “hannie, i would love to spend all day with you, but i haven’t sat and gotten lunch with mingyu in a month. i miss my best friend.”

he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “stop making sense, i’m trying to be mad at you.”

“you can still be mad,” you said, your fingers softly massaging against the back of his neck. “i like it when you think you’re punishing me.”

he groaned again, hating how you could so easily say the perfect thing to make him forget about anything else. “you’re evil.”

you giggled. “and it turns you on.”

he adjusted against you, trying to ignore his increasing arousal despite his original intentions. “sometimes, you seem like my own personal demon.”

“oh, fun,” you vocalised, brushing your fingers knowingly through the hair behind his ear, triggering a huff as you hit your favorite soft spot of his. “two demons trying to torture each other.”

he laughed as he raised his head, propping it up with a hand. “would you consider this torture?”

“maybe for normal people,” you said, sneaking a kiss onto his lips. “but we’re demons, remember? this is fun for us.”

his lips pouted, less to make a point and more because it was their comfortable, natural state after your lips leave. “i think i like you a lot.”

your face burned. it wasn’t the first time he had said something to that effect, but it made your chest feel funny nonetheless. “that’s reassuring.”

“i’m serious,” he said. “i really like you. and i don’t like people.”

you smiled softly. “i like you, too, yoon jeonghan.”

he adjusted his elbows on either side of you. “i want to be your boyfriend.”

you stared at him. “nah.”

“aye,” he cocked his head, making you laugh. “you said all i had to do was ask!”

“i’m kidding,” you said, putting your hands on either side of his face, pushing his cheeks in. “do you want to meet my parents, too?”

he looked at the wall behind his bed. “maybe that can wait.”

giggling, you pulled him into a kiss. “okay, boyfriend.”

the smile on his lips lingered as you kissed him, and he decided it was time to make sure everyone knew you were officially taken.

“you could have worn a scarf.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt you stole from jeonghan’s in an attempt to hide the purple marks on your neck over your head. “it’s not my fault he tried to kill me,” you said, tugging on the drawstrings. “how was rockbox?”

“good,” mingyu said, leaning back. “weird. vernon ended up on stage.”

you almost choked on your water. “and i missed it?”

he laughed, then pulled out his phone to show you a video. “seungkwan made him do the features on a beyoncé song. he killed it, though.”

you watched the shaky vertical video of vernon on stage with a boy you knew but never really spoke to, watching in disbelief and laughing at mingyu’s hollering in the background. “wow. bey seungkwan and jay-v. that’s pretty legendary. i can’t believe i wasn’t there.”

mingyu laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “how was your night? productive, obviously,” he said, gesturing to your neck.

“good,” you said reflexively, then exhaled as you looked at your best friend. “like, really good.”

“okay, spare the details, but like,” mingyu tipped his head and looked at you through his lashes. “good good?”

“mingyu, you know i would never say this lightly,” you put your hands on the table. “the best. seriously. man has a surprising amount of stamina for how much he naps.”

“damn,” he sighed and looked away from you. “y'know, that makes sense. i’ve always heard he was good in bed, and you two have some insane chemistry.”

you spotted the waiter coming, and before they were in earshot, you hurriedly said “plus his dick is huge.”

“oh, my god,” mingyu reeled back, then realized what you had done as the waiter put side dishes on your table. as soon as they left, he glared at you. “why are you like this.”

you grinned. “you were curious, though, right?”

he squinted at you. “doesn’t mean you should just offer up the info.”

“when’s the last time i slept with someone?” you asked. “like, really. it’s been, like, almost a year since i hooked up with rubin.”

his brows ruffled as he thought. “damn, is that true? has it really been that long?”

“let me brag,” you pleaded. “please? he’s so hot, i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t let me talk about it.”

“i don’t know if i can be friends with you anymore.”

“dude, he spit in my mouth this morning.”

“oh-kay, so you’re buying lunch,” mingyu said, sitting up suddenly. “damn, this morning? have you guys just been going at it like rabbits?”

“i don’t wanna hear it,” you said, pointing at him. “you had to tell me about every guy you hooked up with during your 'hoe-liday’ last winter, you can listen to me talk about a guy i’ve been seeing for almost two months.”

“fair enough,” he laughed. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you like this.”

you groaned, sinking your head to the table. “it sucks.”

he stared at you. “oh my god, his dick made you fall in love.”

“shut up,” you said, lifting your head to land your chin on the table, curling a paper napkin over your spoon. you pouted as you tried to come up with an argument, but failed. “he’s sweet.”

“he’s mean,” mingyu corrected. “but he’s sweet to you.

"and dogs,” you defended. “and kids.”

“oh, so he’s husband material all of a sudden?”

you shrugged. “i’ve dated people much less likeable than yoon jeonghan.”

mingyu sighed, eating some kimchi. “that’s true. we both have.”

“yeah, so stop making fun of me, asshole,” your eyebrows creased as you leaned back and crossed your arms. “try being happy for me for a change. didn’t you want this all along? trying to get me to ask him out?”

“i am happy for you,” mingyu said, showing some genuinity as he laughed, also leaning back as your food arrived. “you just make it really hard sometimes.”

mingyu had the courtesy of dropping you off back at jeonghan’s so he didn’t have to borrow seungcheol’s car to come get you, and as he pulled up to the familiar apartment building, he gave you his usual “say hi to your boyfriend for me,” as he put it in park, quickly checking his phone.

instead of your normal “not my boyfriend,” you looked over at your best friend and bit your cheek. “sure.”

mingyu’s neck nearly snapped to look at you. “wait, what?”

you giggled. “sure, i’ll say hi for you.”

“did you-” he started, then stuttered, trying to figure out what he was asking. “are you guys, like-”

“he asked,” you said shrugging. “i said yes.”

a grin spread across his face. “really?”

“well, actually, i said no. then i said okay.”

mingyu laughed. “yeah that sounds right. wow, y/n got a boyfriend.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the hood further over your head to hide your involuntarily hot ears as you adjusted to open the car door. “bye, goo.”

“this is my best friend,” he said loudly, making you stare at him with wide eyes as some innocent bystander walked past the car, all while you tried to pull yourself out of the door. “beautiful, right? sorry though, they’re taken, i’m dropping them off to see their brand new boyfriend.”

“you’re embarrassing,” you said, pointing an annoyed finger, grateful the person only looked back once before continuing. “go home.”

“you have done ten times worse to me,” mingyu said, grinning from ear to ear. “have fun with the pretentious asshole that can’t make an americano right, yoon jeonghan!”

that made you laugh despite yourself, and you shot him several expletives before slamming his door shut and running up the stairs.

after punching in the door code that no one had told you but you had seen enough times to know, you announced that you had returned. seeing jihoon’s chair empty on a saturday was strange, but at least seungcheol and soonyoung were up to their usual antics of playing some game extremely poorly.

you stood and watched the screen for a moment. “you know you can catch the arrows, right?”

soonyoung looked at you. “you can catch the arrows?”

seungcheol groaned. “why would you tell him that? i’m actually winning for once!”

you giggled. “if you dodge when the arrows are coming, you catch them.”

“you can dodge?”

from the other room, you heard a muted “hurry up,” and you saluted to the boys as they argued, following your cue to exit the situation.

jeonghan was on his bed when you shut the door behind you. “what are they yelling about?”

you sighed as you walked over to him. “apparently soonyoung didn’t know you could dodge in towerfall.”

he watched you pull off the sweatshirt - the same one he had worn on your first kinda date - to admire the marks he had left on you, then blinked when he realized what you had said. “we play that game all the time, how did he not know?”

you shrugged, then crawled into his waiting arms. “he’s not very observant.”

you sighed as you settled against jeonghan, and he kissed the top of your head. “how was lunch?”

“good,” you said, smiling. “gyu is good. it was nice to catch up.”

jeonghan clicked his tongue. “you guys talk every day.”

“okay, yeah, but,” you adjusted to look at him. “talking on the phone and hanging out with other people is different. we can’t talk about the same stuff.”

“well, what’d you talk about?”

you smiled. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

he squinted at you. “aren’t we supposed to be a team now? no secrets?”

“okay,” you said, fixing his bangs. “what were you and seungcheol talking about in his room yesterday before i got here?”

jeonghan couldn’t help the tiny smile that worked its way into his face. “did soonyoung tell you?”

“i would never reveal my source,” you said triumphantly, knowing it couldn’t have been anyone else, considering jihoon had already left. “also, he was pissed that you kicked him out while he was still sleeping.”

“if i could have just dragged cheol into my room, i would have,” he sighed. “trust me. i can pull soonyoung out of bed, but seungcheol is dense.”

you inspected his lips a moment. “were you talking about me?”

“uh,” jeonghan adjusted under you, putting a hand behind his head. “no, not really. soonyoung got a job, and me and cheol are both working more now. i wanted to talk about getting a bigger place, since our lease ends in the summer.”

you vocalised excitedly. “does this mean you’d get your own room?”

“that’s the idea, yeah,” he said, grinning. “you could stay over more.” and while he hadn’t lied - they had discussed larger apartment options, and decided to start looking by the end of the month - he failed to mention that the main purpose of him isolating seungcheol was to confirm he was crazy for wanting you to join them if they did move.

“i mean,” cheol had said, barely propping himself up in bed. “it might be a bit too early to tell, but you guys seem like the real deal.”

jeonghan spun in soonyoung’s desk chair, arms crossed. “but i’m insane, right? like, we haven’t even slept together.”

“they’re coming over for the weekend, yeah?”

“yeah.”

“so let’s talk about it again on monday?”

jeonghan kneaded at his jaw, exhaling. “yeah, okay.”

now, you had slept together. not only that, but you slept together, all night, in the same bed, and jeonghan woke up with jumbled poetry in his head when he found you curled up by his side. despite living in this apartment for nearly a year, it felt most like home with you in it. 

and he had told seungcheol, when he got home from dropping you off for lunch, that he was pretty damn sure he wanted to wake up like that every morning.

he wondered how you would react, if you would want to take the leap and move in with him. part of him felt as though he was taking advantage of your situation for his own selfish want to have you around all the time - you would do literally anything to avoid being in a dorm next year, but your housing budget wouldn’t accommodate for anything more than a goshiwon. while that wasn’t the worst option, you always talked about how much you missed living in a normal space, with a stove. a full sized fridge. a real bathroom, instead of a cramped wetroom. if he were to ask you to live with him, you would likely say yes, but would that put too much strain on your relationship too early? or would you think he was moving too fast and say no? his mind whirred silently as you buried your face in his neck.

“what’s on your mind?”

jeonghan blinked. “nothing.”

“liar.”

he sighed. “you.”

you lifted your head. “am i what’s making your heart beat so fast?”

he hadn’t even realized his pulse had quickened. he swallowed, briefly wondering if he would ever be able to truly hide anything from you. “maybe. what did you and mingyu talk about?”

you laughed. “i was hoping you would forget.”

“i never forget.”

“we talked about a lot,” you said, fiddling with the collar of jeonghan’s tee. “classes, summer plans, boys…”

he raised his brow at the last subject. “boys, huh?”

you smirked at him playfully. “yeah, our waiter was cute.”

he scoffed in your face and you giggled, then flattened his shirt against his chest.

“we talked about you. i told him we were official.”

“how’d that go?”

“he made fun of me, but it’s fine because i told him you have a big dick.”

jeonghan’s hand went from behind his head to cover his eyes, letting out a half-groan and half-“really?”, but the smile on his lips told you he wasn’t mad. “why? why would you tell him that?”

“he’s my best friend!” you laughed.

“okay, why did you tell me that?”

“i’d thought you’d like to know,” you said, pouting slightly. “he might respect you now.”

he uncovered his face just so you could see him rolling his eyes before he tried to sit up. “okay, no more cuddling.”

you whined, trying to keep him in place, but failing. “but i just got here!”

“maybe you shouldn’t have left in the first place,” he teased, getting out of bed to turn off the air purifier he usually only ran at night, but had been too preoccupied to turn off that morning. “i told you i intended to keep you in bed all weekend, but you didn’t care.”

“i’m here now,” you pouted. “in your bed.”

“take a nap, then,” jeonghan said. “i’m gonna eat.”

you groaned. “you didn’t eat while i was gone?”

“too busy pouting in bed. your turn.”

you floundered and whined childishly for a moment as he laughed at you, leaving the room without another word. sometimes you hated how similar you two were, but only because it made you completely aware of just how annoying you were.

when jeonghan returned, you had completely passed out, holding his pillow under your head as you laid on your stomach. he smirked in the direction of the sleeping body and fiddled with a few things - closing the closet door, throwing a rogue shirt into his hamper, etc. - before making his way to the bed to join you.

his touch was gentle. enough to rouse but not frighten. you squirmed slightly, recognizing the way his hand dipped into even the most subtle curves of your body as you laid out comfortably. you gave a noise of approval when it ran over your ass, squeezing slightly. jeonghan smirked again, and you turned under his arm to face him, a soft smile on your lips.

“g'morning.”

“it’s four in the afternoon,” he corrected.

you sighed. “and it’s a good morning.”

“sure is, babe,” he drawled, smiling as you planted a smooch. his hand ran unhurriedly up your back, under your shirt.

you hummed. “are you really horny again?”

“listen,” he mumbled, almost laughing. “i just want to get of much of you as i can, while i can.”

you supposed that was as good a reason as any as you kissed him again, only for him to pull away and straddle the backs of your thighs. he pushed the balls of his palms into your lower back on either side of your spine, and you let out a low moan. jeonghan did this on occasion, treat you to a back rub. he claimed it was because you had the worst posture he had ever seen, but you knew it was an excuse to get his hands all over you, and you couldn’t hide how much you enjoyed it. you adjusted to lay straighter, burying your face in the pillow when he hit a particularly evil knot and had to dig it out with a thumb. you groaned as his hands travelled up your back, sliding the shirt up as he massaged into your shoulders. you sighed as you got up on your elbows and ripped off the shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor, exposing your full back to him, your shoulders and neck littered in his marks. he admired them, even planted small kisses atop a few, then worked his way down your back, curving his hands over your ass.

you muttered a quiet thank you, and he smiled, giving you a succinct “of course” in response. he moved down to your legs, thumbs sneaking in your inner thighs and subtly spreading you out despite your pants. you hummed, pushing your hips to meet his touch, encouraging him to knead at your cheeks.

“have i ever told you you have a great ass?”

you giggled. “it’s average at best.”

“uh, no,” he said, voice pitched upwards in a teasing manner. “i think i’m a really great judge in asses and yours is fantastic.”

“yeah?” you peeked over your shoulder. “what’s so fantastic about it?”

jeonghan’s fingers dug into it, eyes shooting up to meet yours. “well, for starters, it’s connected to you.”

he ran a thumb over your crease, making you let out a small noise in response, and you buried your face in the pillow again. “shut up.”

he smirked against your shoulder, hands running up your back again and one landing on the mattress beside you as he pushed his hips against your ass. “yes, boss.”

you sighed, arching your back to get as much friction as you could while he ground his hard member against you. he sucked at your neck, and your hands dug helplessly into his hair as you whined.

“are we teenagers?” you asked, huffing. “do we have to dry hump or can we fuck like adults?”

jeonghan laughed as he lifted his mouth to ghost over yours. “impatient. if you were better, you would have asked for my cock nicely.”

“better,” you repeated, hating the way a hard wave of arousal washed over you, suddenly wakening your senses like it was from the pacific. “for you?”

the tip of his tongue barely swiped at your lips, your jaw twitching slightly in reaction. “you gonna be good?”

you tried to focus on him, your blown out eyes flickering hopelessly to his lips. “i-i can try.”

and with that, jeonghan yanked your pants over your hips and down your thighs, scooting them down as you hiked your ass up slightly, hoping to tempt him as efficiently as possible. his hands found your ass again, spreading you out as you groaned. “look at you, soaking.”

you bit your lip, making a pathetic noise into the pillow to avoid talking back. “please, jeonghan.”

two fingers ran over you, and you tried to muffle your moan as best you could as your hips moved involuntarily, pushing into his fingers. he smirked down at you, wondering how far he could take you as he messily spread your arousal. “bet you could take two right now.”

“yes,” you said, gasping slightly. “please, hannie, please, i can take it.”

he pushed two fingers into you, barely even scissoring them before pushing in a third, making you bury your face in his pillow as you groaned. “i’ve been fucking you good, huh?”

you nodded frantically, pushing against his hand as steadily as you could. he noted your neediness, and indulged you by thrusting his fingers into you until you were whining rhythmically to his pace. he pulled a finger out, then another, and you instinctively threw a hand back to catch him before he pulled away completely. he laughed lightly, his hand easily overpowering yours and pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“sorry, were you close?”

you exhaled sharply. “that was so mean.”

“i’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling your hips further off the bed and pushing you further apart. he licked a wide stripe up your core, and you moaned deeply into the pillow, gripping it with all your power as his tongue expertly ran over your clit. “you taste incredible.”

you panted as you turned your head. “i thought you just ate.”

“i have a separate dessert stomach.”

your thighs buzzed and gut fluttered, and you wondered how he always managed to make you weak in the knees, even when his tongue was buried in you. it wasn’t long before you were gripping at his wrist, knuckles white, quaking as his lips guided you through your orgasm, and he lapped at your release, licking wet stripes up your inner thighs as well.

when he backed away, you exhaled again. “jeonghan-”

“what?” he asked, pushing his own pants down his thighs. he stood to drop them to the floor before straddling you again, pulling your hips back against him. “is this what you want?”

your hand found his thigh, urging him towards you. he rubbed the head of his cock, already shiny and scarlet, against your core, and you practically begged on the spot. suddenly, he pushed you into the mattress, pushing his hips against yours but fucking into your thighs. you whimpered, his cock rubbing against you absolutely deliciously, but not at all what you were expecting. he groaned into your neck, snaking a hand up under you.

“god, you’re so wet, i almost don’t even need to fuck your pussy.”

you yelped when his fingers found a nipple and pinched. “h-hannie, please-”

“please, what?”

you squirmed. “please fuck me.”

he looked at you. “you get one more try.”

for a moment, you looked back at him and your mind went blank. “please, hannie, i need your cock.”

he smiled. “was that so hard?” his tone and kisses were sweet, but completely mismatched the frustration bubbling in you as he pulled back, making you moan again as the head bumped over your clit. “do you trust me?”

“yes, baby, please just fuck me before i scream.”

with one hand on his cock, he guided himself into you, a moan tumbling from his lips as he felt you completely unsheathed for the first time. you gripped the pillow in a tighter fist as he filled you out, and it took all your concentration to not squeal in a way that absolutely would have been heard by the entire apartment. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you back onto him as he fucked into you. as you adjusted to him, you began to curse the fact that this was only temporary - you would have to go back to unreliably private quickies in a few short days - and you suddenly got the urge to really savor the way jeonghan’s cock felt in you.

he leaned over you, changing the angle ever so slightly and just enough to make you cry out, and he put a palm at the base of your neck, wrapping his fingers around it slightly as he pushed you into his pillow. “i could fuck you raw forever.”

you tried to catch your breath to respond. “i would let you.”

you internally celebrated the low groan that escaped him, and the way his hips pushed impossibly further into you. externally, you rewarded the movement with a matching moan, though you slapped a hand over your mouth when you heard the game pause in the other room.

“don’t want them to hear you, baby?”

you whimpered into your hand as jeonghan kissed a line up the side of your neck, steadily rolling into you.

“can’t even talk?”

you shakily pulled your hand away from your mouth, trying to stifle your noises with just your will. “cheol already hates me.”

“he doesn’t hate you,” he said, his voice getting slightly more labored as he continued his pace. “i bet he’d love to hear your pretty moans.”

you clamped your hand over your mouth again, resisting jeonghan’s luring the best you could. he smiled against the hollow of your ear, nipping at it slightly.

“i know you want to, baby. just let it out.”

as he spoke, he shifted his hips, making you let out a high toned moan that was barely muted by your palm, and you buried your face in the pillow to avoid jeonghan’s shiteating grin.

“i love the way you sound when i’m fucking you,” he said, his voice never raising above his lowest register. his ability to keep his cool as you were utterly falling apart was perhaps simultaneously the most aggravating and sexiest part of the whole affair. “and you always back up against me like a bitch in heat.”

you reached back for a hand, but he swiftly grabbed your wrist to push it against your lower back. your chest heaved, and you hurriedly added your other wrist to his grip. with one hand restricting your arms and the other pulling your hip back against his, he licked his lips at the sight.

“i’m going to wreck you,” he panted. “i’m going to make you forget anyone you ever fucked before me.”

you let out harsh breaths as your chest pushed into the mattress. “already have,” you managed, peeking best you could over yout shoulder to the glorious view behind you. you enjoyed the way his tongue shot out between his lips, the way he watched his cock fill you tightly. you even liked the way his hair flopped over his eyes, even if you thought he was in need of a haircut. but you especially liked that he looked like he got lost in you. like he would never want anything but you.

you came fast and hard, squeezing him temptingly as you whined into the pillow. with that, he pulled out and rolled you over, fingers hooking at your pants to pull them off completely. you bicycle kicked to help him, then practically pulled him into you as his lips crashed into yours, hands pulling you as close as he could while you both repositioned your bodies. your hand went down to position him at your entrance again, and you gasped into his mouth when he slid into you again. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, one hand gently massaging the back of your neck as you whimpered against him.

“you’re being so good for me,” he muttered, purposefully brushing his lips against yours with every syllable. “have i finally tamed you?”

your legs wrapped around his waist. “no chance in hell.”

he grinned, letting you pull him into more sloppy kisses as he steadily pulled another orgasm from you, and you couldn’t help but want him to cum with you. his eyebrows knit as your hands dug into the hair at the base of his head, eyes barely focusing on your lips as you begged for him to cum in you.

“you’re evil.”

you could barely smile. “and you love it.”

you choked slightly, body edging into overstimulation as you came again, and jeonghan pushed up off of you to better chase his own high. he pumped into you, hard and rough, for a few more seconds before you felt suddenly empty and he was shooting hot ribbons of cum up stomach and chest.

you bit back a moan, arching your back slightly as he stared down at your chest, leaning down to lick his cum off your nipple. you gripped his hair again, squirming as he sucked lightly, lapping more cum towards the peak. you tugged at his roots slightly, pulling him up to kiss you before he got you hot and bothered again when you weren’t sure you could handle more. 

“i can’t believe you pulled out.”

jeonghan laughed in your face. “i asked if you trusted me.”

you pouted. “i thought that meant you were going to choke me out.”

he kissed you again after a short chuckle, then sat up to grab tissues. “maybe next time.”

he didn’t say it like it was a promise, but he kept it like it was one.

and when your weekend of nonstop bedroom antics was over, you admittedly had fulfilled yourselves enough that the following privacy draught was almost bearable. sure, jeonghan asked you a couple times to come sit on his lap while he worked on lab reflections, and yes, it was much less innocent than one would think, but the two of you managed to keep unfortunate walkins to a minimum, which was only made possible by finally getting it out of your system.

also because you decided your thursday 7:30 was barely worth it most weeks, and jeonghan was always happy to run over to your dorm to fool around for a few hours while your roommate was in class.

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[obsidianfr3sk]

true colors

@renegadesnet event 10: pride

↪ [ “But everything was temporary. And pain was one of those things. Well, except love. Everything but love was temporary. Or that was what he liked to believe.” ]

Summary: Two years after the supernova, after Tamaya notified them the gearboxes that contained the lights had gotten soaked and that she needed the money to buy more before the next day (June 1st), Simon realized they were not enough for him anymore. 

Simon wanted a bigger flag. 

No. He wanted two. The biggest pride flags he could find.

AO3

Hello, friends!! I hope you’ve been having an excellent pride month and have been eating a lot rainbow cake and pissing off a lot of conservatives with the mere fact of your wonderful existence:’) As my contribution to this month and the event organized by @renegadesnet, I decided to write a fic focused on my favorite gay dads and their sons (bc I’m me, and you should have seen this coming.) 

Before you read, I want to give a trigger warning: at the start of a fic I talk about a homophobic attack, which is not graphic or violent per se (it’s someone in the middle of the night taking away the flag they put outiside the house), and I do discuss about internalized homophobia during some parts of the story. If you read it and are sensitive to this kind of stuff, proceed with caution and take care of yourself <3

Also, this entry is a collaboration with my talented mother @healing-winston-pratt, who is going to be uploading some fanart of this in a near future, so keep an eye on that👀 she’s the best skjhkjds thank you for accepting to collaborate, I feel this is a great bonding activity and I hope we can do this more often✨

I need to update my tag list because a lot of the people who were included are not active as active as they were before/changed their URLs. But I’m going to tag @the-wee-woo-rita @lackadae @all-weather-is-bad @chiyuki-hiro bc you guys are the only ones who are still active users who I had on my previous tag list lol

With that said, I hope you enjoy this fic. I think that despite the angsty parts, it came out really fluffy and domestic, it was fun to write. And to all my queer silbings who are reading this: I am very proud of you.  

But I see your true colors shining through.

I see your true colors, and that's why I love you.

So don't be afraid to let them show.

Your true colors,

true colors are beautiful like a rainbow

Simon couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t know he was gay.

There was a time when he didn’t know he was gay, of course. He was probably too young to even comprehend the meaning behind that word. And there was also a moment in his life when he felt embarrassed about it, and sad, and angry, and really, really scared, and probably thought that no matter how hard he tried, he was never going to be happy living the life he wanted to live.

That the pain was never going to end. That he was going to be miserable for the rest of his existence, and that maybe, there was no point in existing if he was going to stay like that until the day he died.

But everything was temporary. And pain was one of those things.

Well, except love. Everything but love was temporary. Or that was what he liked to believe.

That was the reason why, the first year after the Day of Triumph, he told Hugh they should get a rainbow flag for their house. They went to one of the first stores that opened at the mall (that had just been remodeled after twenty years of being abandoned) and bought one at a not so affordable price. Simon offered himself to install it on one of the fence pillars and had to spend thirty minutes listening to Hugh telling him that maybe he should let him do it, that the ladder Kasumi had lent them was ratty, and that Simon was going to fall.

Fortunately, Simon didn’t. He did almost fall, though, when he was about to pass out from stress because seeing Hugh getting all anxious, made Adrian cry and he started to basically beg him to come down, given that now he was convinced he was going to fall, and hearing his dad saying “Look what you’ve done to the kid, Simon” didn’t help at all to make Adrian (or Simon) feel better.

That night, there was a thunderstorm and Adrian used it as an excuse to sleep on their bed. As soon as he cried himself to sleep, two hours later, after their dads did everything in their power to calm him down, hugging him, giving him kisses, and assuring him his aunt Tamaya wasn’t going to let the storm hurt them, Simon raised his hand to high-five Hugh and tell him that they were amazing parents, just to realize he was already asleep. Simon silently judged him for sleeping so soundly while his son was having a crisis instead of sleeping.

When he woke up (at five in the morning) Adrian was looking out their window, with the Baby Indomitable blanket on his shoulders. The sky was still cloudy, but it wasn’t raining anymore.

“Darling, what are you doing?,” Simon told him. “Today’s Sunday. Let your daddy and I get some more sleep—”

“The storm took our flag,” Adrian blurred out.

Hugh was already awake too. “What?”

“You said the storm wasn’t going to hurt us,” Adrian said, turning around to see them, “but the storm took our flag.”

Simon got out of bed, looked through the window...

And, yes, the flag was completely gone.

But for some reason, Simon knew it hadn’t been the storm.

“Why would the storm do something like this?” Adrian asked.

Simon didn’t know how to answer that. Luckily, Hugh did.

“Because the storm is homophobic, son.”

Adrian laughed out loud and then asked his dads if they could have pancakes for breakfast. He had already forgotten about the storm and the flag.

They didn’t. Neither of them ever forgot about it.

While Simon and Adrian ate their pancakes, Hugh went to his office because, according to him, he needed to check something. When Adrian finished his breakfast and went back to his dads’ room to watch TV, Simon stayed in the kitchen, doing the dishes, and Hugh finally came downstairs. He was pretty quiet, and Simon thought that it probably was because he had told him to eat the burnt pancakes he didn’t dare to throw away, but after he finished them all, he said:

“I lied.”

Simon threw a glance at him. “When did you lie?”

“When I said the storm was homophobic,” Hugh answered.

“Well, of course, you lied, love. Storms don’t have strong political opinions about gay people.”

Hugh didn’t laugh. “What I mean is— that it wasn’t the storm.”

Every joke Simon’s brain could come up with disappeared at that moment. So he continued doing the dishes, and Hugh, thinking he hadn’t made himself clear, continued talking.

“It was someone else. It was a person. I saw them on—”

“I know,” Simon interrupted him. “I know. I’ve always known.”

But even if Simon knew, he still told Hugh to show him the footage because four eyes were better than two (especially considering that the owner of those first two eyes needed to wear glasses). It was all useless, though; the storm made the image all blurry, and the only thing they could see was someone taking it and running away in the middle of the night.

Simon wanted to think that it was just some dumb teen whose friends had  challenged him to do it. But when it came to things like those one never really knew.

On Monday, they had promised Adrian to take him to the park that was a few blocks away so they could teach him how to fly a kite, but the thought of going out made him feel as if something bad was going to happen to them if they did, so Simon told Adrian that he and Hugh were feeling sick and that they would stay in their room to get some rest. Adrian asked them if they minded that he stayed there too because he was in the middle of watching a movie he had never seen before.

“Only if we can watch it with you,” Simon answered.

It was a weird day to be alive. They really just stayed there, watching silly cartoons with their kid and listening to him ranting about the weird proportions those characters had.

During the afternoon, Adrian told them he was hungry, so Simon went downstairs to look for something they could eat. He was thinking that maybe they should order something from that Chinese restaurant Tamaya had taken him the other day, when Hugh entered the kitchen and told him Adrian had  asked him if he could bring him water.

Simon felt his hands were trembling while he looked inside his wallet for the paper where he had written the restaurant’s phone number.

“Do you want to get another flag?” Hugh asked him.

And something hurt.

Something hurt inside of him. Something started to cry, and to scream, and to flicker, trying to make him invisible to the world.

And it told him, the same way Adrian had told him he was hungry, that someone had taken him by surprise and made a deep cut on his chest.

But Simon didn’t allow it to come out.

He just said: “No.”

And Hugh answered him: “Me neither.”

He called the Chinese restaurant to order some food, while Simon went to their room with Adrian again and cuddled with him, trying to tend to the wounds of that something that was bleeding out inside of him.

Little Simon was crying, and screaming, and flickering, and needed adult Simon to take care of him.

The next day, they talked about the incident with the rest of the Council during their lunch break. It was one of those few occasions the six of them were together in the same room during their work hours. Tamaya was furious about the flag situation. She ranted for a good five minutes without anyone interrupting her about how fucking horrible people were and that she was going to find that little piece of shit and cut his hands off. Kasumi nodded in approval while drinking some horchata she had bought for herself, probably thinking about how to ask Tamaya to let her join her revolution (something she didn’t need to do, since Tamaya always included Kasumi in everything she did). Evander, on the other hand, was very quiet, something that made him feel a little bit relieved because he was not a sensitive person and Simon didn’t want him to... Evander  the situation.

He didn’t say anything insensitive that day, though.

In fact, he said something… helpful, even.

“What about a flag made of light?” 

Hugh rubbed his eyes and Simon knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.

Because he said that phrase constantly.

“Shut the fuck up, Evander.”

But Evander didn’t shut up. “Dude, think about it. No one would be able to take down a flag made of light.”

And everyone realized that, now, it was not only one of those strange occasions when the six of them got together to have lunch during their work hours; it was also one of those strange occasions when Evander had an idea that was actually good.

So after spending another hour discussing how they were going to make it work, they decided they were going to lit up the building in rainbow-colored lights.

Tamaya and Hugh were the ones in charge of almost all the operation because Evander said he had already given them the idea, so he didn’t need to do anything else (and then got mad at Hugh when he told the media he was the one who came up with it). Kasumi helped them, but was especially insistent about putting a trans pride flag somewhere in the building, and after they agreed with her, she personally hung it on the main entrance of Headquarters.

They started turning the lights on each night of June since that yeat.

Hugh and Simon still didn’t get a flag. Three nights after they told their friends about what had happened during the thunderstorm, Simon was woken up by the sound of someone crashing against the trash cans and almost jumped out of the window with his dagger  on hand to slay whoever was trying to break into their house, but when he peeked out to see what was going on, he realized the “robber” was Kasumi, who had put a bunch of small pride flags on some pots they kept on their porch and started crying as soon as she realized Simon was watching her, not because she was upset the surprise she had for them had been ruined, but because now she was covered in trash.

(That week was like a sign Georgie was sending them from the afterlife to tell them they needed to install a better security system.)

Those were the only flags they kept around the house. They were small and discreet, and, most importantly, no one had taken them away. Why? Well— because they listened to Georgie’s sign and installed a better security system. Not because there weren’t any more homophobes out there who were willing to do it.

Until that moment, those flags (the little ones Kasumi had given them in a rather unconventional way and the one made of light that Evander had come up with) had been more than enough for them. But, two years after the supernova, after Tamaya notified them the gearboxes that contained the lights had gotten soaked and that she needed the money to buy more before the next day (June 1st), Simon realized they were not enough for him anymore.

Simon wanted a bigger flag.

No. He wanted two.

The biggest pride flags he could find.

 ***

That was the reason why, after having pancakes for breakfast (because it had rained during the night), he took the car, took the other three people living in that house with him, and after he was able to read the map, they arrived at a store that, among other things, sold flags like the ones they were looking for.

“I want one too,” Adrian told them when they were at the flag section of the store. “For my room, you know. And I want to get ones for Danna and Nova because I don’t think they have any. They would’ve told me.”

Usually, when Adrian asked for something Simon hadn’t agreed to buy him, like some candy, an action figure, or a pair of sneakers, he would turn around and ask him if he had the money to buy any of those things himself, which would anger him so much he would stop wanting that certain thing.

But that day, he felt like buying them everything they wanted. As if money grew on trees (something he always told his kids didn’t happen.)

“Of course, darling,” he answered, “get them everything you want. It’s pride month.”

“It’s May 31th,” Max said. He was inside the shopping cart Hugh had grabbed the second they entered. It was something he always did, even if they weren’t going to buy a lot of things because, according to him, it felt weird and wrong not to.

“It’s almost pride month,” he corrected himself.

“So can I get something for Nova?” Adrian asked again, just to make sure.

“You can get something for Nova,” Hugh assured him, smiling a little bit.

Adrian quickly turned around and started looking for the flag he wanted while texting Nova about something Simon couldn’t read (not like he was trying to, anyway).

After making sure Adrian stayed on the same aisle as them, they started walking around, gazing at the flags and posters available. Simon felt pretty progressive because he was able to name every single sexuality and gender they were supposed to represent. He imagined Hugh was doing the same thing, but with a lot more difficulty than him. He kept his eyes fixated on each flag longer than Simon did, as if he were trying to remember what they meant, and when he did, he pushed the cart (with Max still inside of it, playing a game on Hugh’s phone because he had forgotten his tablet at home), and the cycle began again.

But suddenly, Simon saw ones that he didn’t recognize.

After three seconds of standing in front of those little flags, someone hit him in the butt with their cart. He turned around immediately, ready to say a really threatening “Hey” to whoever had done it.

Hugh was the only other person who was there. He had been the one who had hit him with the cart.

Suddenly, Simon felt a little bit stupid for thinking someone else had done it.

The two of them maintained eye contact for a couple of seconds until Hugh started looking at his own hands grabbing the cart’s handle.

“Simon.” Before Simon could ask him what happened, he added, with a deep voice: “Move.”

Simon didn’t move. Instead, he hit the cart with his hips, just out of spite. Hugh hit him again with it, making Simon feel the unexpected need to grab the cart with his two hands and use his own weapon against him, but Max was there and they couldn’t act like kids in front of him. So he just hit the cart with his hips again, a little bit harder than the first time, and left it there.

He realized he was just going to be wasting his time asking Hugh if he knew what that flag was supposed to represent.

“Cherub,” he called Max. “Do you recognize this flag?”

Max looked up from the screen. He usually didn’t like it when he called him “cherub” in public, but this time, he didn’t seem mad about it. “Um… no? Ask Adrian—” and continued playing.

Adrian came back with a basket full of pins, and for a second, Simon almost asked him if he really was that naive to believe he was actually going to pay for all of them. But then, he realized that it was only the basket where they kept all of the pins they sold and that Adrian had taken it to show them to them.

“Look, they have so many pins here—” he started taking random pins “—this is the aromantic flag… this is the genderfluid flag—”

“Interesting,” Hugh interrupted him, “but which flag is that one?” and pointed at the one Simon didn’t recognize.

Max took a random pin from the basket and started looking at it with curiosity. Adrian almost didn’t pay attention to it, and after a few seconds, he said: “That one’s yours.”

Simon frowned and took one. It was a handheld flag with green and blue stripes, with a white one in the middle. He touched the polyester with his fingertips as if that was going to give him the ability to communicate with it.

“But we don’t have a flag,” Hugh told Adrian. “I’ve heard of the lesbian fl—”

Adrian took a pin of the lesbian flag. “This one.”

“Yeah— but gay men don’t have one.”

“The rainbow is ours,” Simon said, without taking his eyes away from the blue and green flag he was holding. “Like, it’s for all queer people.”

Hugh directed his attention to Adrian again. “You’re messing with us.”

“I do mess with you a lot,” Adrian admitted, “but this time I’m not because if I do and you get mad, you won’t buy me all the stuff I want to get.”

“Huh.”

Simon knew Adrian and Max were a lot of things, but "dumb" wasn't one of those. And Adrian was especially intelligent when it came to convincing his parents to buy him things.

So he decided to believe him.

“Well, I like it,” he said. Then, he asked Hugh: “Do you like it?”

Hugh grabbed one and observed it for a while. “I like that it has blue on it,” he finally answered, nodding a little bit.

Simon noticed Max was spacing out while playing with the pin he had taken, so he waved the flag on his face, making him laugh and sneeze because the damn thing had a lot of invisible dust Simon didn't notice at first.

“Oh, sh—”

“You know? Maybe we should get two of these,” Hugh said, waving it too, but in his case, not on the face of one of their kids. “For our offices.”

“Matching flags, very romantic.”

Max rubbed his nose. “Why don't you get a big one for the house?”

Simon quickly started to look everywhere on that aisle, and he saw a lot of big versions of the flags he had recognized before (and some of the ones Adrian had mentioned), but there were no gay flags in sight.

“Maybe next year, I guess,” he shrugged. “I don't think they have them here yet.”

He grabbed two of the rainbow flags that were there, inside their respective plastic bags, gave them to Max, and he put them on his lap, still holding that pin. Simon made a quick mental note to remind his future self they needed to pay for that (he didn’t know if it had to with the fact that Max had been spending a lot of time with Maggie, Nova’s sister, but he had developed this weird habit of stealing the most random objects one could think of. Luckily, he limited himself to stealing things from his dads and, one time, from a store.) (Kids went through weird phases when they were Max’s age.)

(Because… it was a phase, right?)

Adrian received a text. “Danna says that she already has a flag, so I’m getting her a pin,” he said after reading it. “And Nova says she wants one too.” Then, his whole face lit up. “And I could get one too so we match.”

“Copycat,” Simon accused him, jokingly. “Your dad and I got matching flags, and now you want to get matching pins with your girlfriend.”

Hugh shook his head, disappointed. “I cannot believe you have betrayed your own family like this.”

They stayed at the store another 30 minutes to buy some other things they needed for the house, and from time to time, when he or Hugh grabbed something, they pretended they didn’t see Adrian and said: “Um, but the copycat may be listening” to a point he told them to stop, and refused to forgive them until they agreed to buy him the flag he didn’t intend to get anymore, but now was going to.

He got the last bisexual flag there was at that store.

 ***

The first time the four of them were together in their room was last June. Something went wrong with the A/C system of the entire house and the only room where one could stay without having a heatstroke was theirs because their A/C hadn’t broken down for some reason. Adrian and Max were sleeping on the air mattress until Simon (who hadn’t been able to sleep lately) heard that one of them woke up and asked Hugh something. He sat down on the bed, at the same time Hugh moved a little bit to allow Adrian to lay down between the two of them.

Then, in the middle of the dark, his eyes met Max’s.

He looked tiny. Young. Pretty young.

And far away.

Simon couldn’t remember who did it. He didn’t remember who talked that night. It could have been him, even. But he was sure that, at that moment, someone whispered:

“Get in here, kid.”

And Max obeyed. He crawled, raised his arms towards them, and Hugh grabbed him carefully by the collar of his shirt and placed him between him and Adrian.

It was a peaceful night. The bed was big enough for the four of them, and Simon was able to sleep and actually rest for the first time in weeks.

At least until their A/C turned off with a weird sound, and the four of them woke up at the same time, sweaty, uncomfortable, and almost at 11 AM, not because they weren’t necessarily willing to stay there longer, but because the heat was starting to get unbearable and suddenly the bed was too small for three adults and a little kid that was not that little anymore.

“This isn’t a room, this is a— a freaking oven,” Hugh said, while Adrian tried to push him out of bed to get the hell out of there and seek comfort on the air mattress he had abandoned in the middle of the night.

“And we are the... cookies,” Max giggled.

“The turkey,” Simon added.

Max turned around. His whole face was red and his hair was a little bit wet. “The lasagna.”

Simon grabbed him by the cheeks; a discreet way to check if he had a fever. “The cake.”

“The ham.”

“The—”

“Dad. Move.”

Later that day, Simon called someone to fix the A/C, and that was the end of the story.

When they arrived at the house, Adrian wanted to hang his flag as soon as possible, on one of his room’s walls, but Simon insisted that they should iron it first so it looked nicer. Hugh said that he was planning on ironing the ones they had bought for the house and offered Adrian to do the same with his, but when he insinuated that he didn’t trust him enough not to mess up his flag the same way he had messed up his favorite shirt (the one he wanted to wear to take Nova to a nice place during her birthday), Hugh reminded him that the only reason he kept doing that for him was that Adrian didn’t know how to iron yet, and decided that he was going to use that moment as a teaching opportunity. Max made the mistake of laughing at his brother when he thought no one was paying attention to him, but Adrian was and dragged Max into the teaching opportunity with him.

Simon joined too. Just because.

And suddenly, the four of them were in their room again.

With the A/C on, of course.

He didn't know if Hugh had noticed, but he had been so invested in his own explanation, that after he finished ironing the two rainbow flags, he started ironing Adrian’s without realizing it. Adrian, instead of giving up and stop pretending he was paying attention, was looking, kind of mesmerized, how he opened the bag of his blue, purple, and magenta flag, and proceeded to put it on the ironing board, now telling him that when Georgie had tried to teach him how to iron his clothes, she accidentally burnt Evander.

Simon was half-listening to the story, half-listening to the music video that Max was watching on the TV. He was sitting on a big and old ottoman they had bought a long time ago but had never found the perfect place to put it and just stayed there for years until they forgot about it. Max was in front of him, sitting on the floor and resting his back on the ottoman, while he covered his blond hair with small butterfly hair clips he had found at the store and bought just because he thought they were cute (who knows, maybe Nova wanted them for Maggie, or Kasumi could use them for herself, she loved them when she was little).

When all the hair clips were on Max's hair, he took a small mirror they kept in the bathroom (but Simon borrowed it for a minute) and gave it to him so he could see the final result.

“Look at me,” Max exclaimed, laughing. “I look so pretty.”

Simon grabbed one of the hair clips and pulled it a little. “Butterfly hair clips are a popular trend this time of the year.”

“This is definitely going to make me the most popular kid in the playground.”

“Definitely.”

He leaned forward to start taking the butterfly hair clips off Max's hair and was putting them on Max’s open hand when he noticed that he hadn’t let go of the pin they bought him at the store.

(Simon did remember to pay for the thing, but if he hadn’t done it, Max wouldn’t have said anything.)

“That was really nice of you,” Simon said.

Max looked at him, confused. “What?”

“Getting a rainbow pin—” he took his other hand and started putting the hair clips on it so none of them would get lost “—to show support.”

Max didn't say anything and Simon continued with what he was doing. After the music video finished, and another one started playing, Hugh gave Adrian his flag and told him he could go and hang it in his room, and as soon as Max heard that too, he gave Simon the hair clips and followed his brother out of the room, asking him if he could help him with it.

Simon, after realizing the bag where the hair clips came in had been destroyed by Max punching holes in it with the pin, took one of the empty pill bottles he kept in his drawers and put them there.

He closed the pill bottle and realized Hugh had been gazing at him during all this time, slightly leaning on the ironing board. “What?”

“That’s my pill bottle, Si,” he told him.

“Ah—” Simon pressed his lips “—can I have it?”

“No.” Hugh smiled at him. “Yes, you can.”

“So funny. Come here—” and patted the bed mattress.

Hugh, being extremely careful not to touch the flags he just ironed, lied on the bed and sighed.

“Do you want me to play with your hair?” Simon asked him with a soft voice.

He closed his eyes and nodded.

After a while of the two of them just being silent, he said, “Hey… I heard what you told Max, by the way.”

“The butterfly hair clips trend?”

“The pin thing.”

“What about it?”

Hugh opened his eyes, just a little bit. “Just don't tell Max I told you, all right? Because he told me he wouldn't tell anyone else until he was sure, but… I think it's important the two of us know,” he explained.

Simon was starting to feel his palms get a little bit sweaty. “Okay— but just tell me, please.”

He checked overhearing their conversation one last time, and that the kids were still at Adrian's room. “Max told me a couple of days ago that he has been thinking about… what he likes.”

He stopped playing with his hair for a second. But then, he continued.

It was his way of coping with the feeling of his stomach twisting inside of him. “What he likes?” Hugh nodded again. “Huh. And has he— does he has an idea or—”

“No, he doesn't,” Hugh answered. “He just knows that he doesn't like girls. Or that's what he told me.”

Simon raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “That sounds like a lot of things. Not liking girls.”

Hugh scoffed too. “That's what I told him. And that he can take all the time he needs to figure it out. Because he can—”

“Yes. Yes, of course, he can,” Simon assured, with determination. “Life is longer than we think it is.”

They stayed silent again. And Simon couldn’t help but feel relive inside his head the moment he called Max an ally, feeling his stomach twisting even more at every second it passed.

“I feel bad.”

“Why?”

His palms started to sweat again. “Because I called him an ally.”

“It’s all right. You didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

“You didn’t know,” Hugh repeated.

But Simon didn’t listen. “Si.”

Then, Hugh grabbed him carefully by the wrist, and, a little bit surprised, Simon tilted his head. Hugh usually didn't interrupt him when he was playing with his hair.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“No, what’s wrong with you?” he deadpanned

Simon knew him well enough to know he wasn’t trying to be rude. It was just his way of asking things. Especially when he was genuinely worried and didn’t think about modulating his tone so it It fitted the situation better.

He sighed. Because he didn’t want to lie to him. “I assumed Max was straight.”

As soon as he said it, he realized how silly it had sounded phrased like that. But he also noticed his voice had broken and he had to put a hand on his mouth so he didn’t start crying.

And Hugh, instead of saying the encouraging phrase he expected him to say…

He smiled.

And for some reason, that made him want to cry even more. “Ew, why are you smiling?” he asked.

Hugh took his time to answer him. “Oh, it’s nothing.  I think I'm just… happy.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Hugh smiled more. “I know, love, I know… It's just one of those things…” he tried to find the right words this time. “One of those things I didn't think we were going to go through together,” he kept saying. “Like… we're going to be together when Max finally discovers who he really is. Like we did with Adrian. And like other people did with us. And that makes me happy.”

Simon wanted to tell him to shut up and let him cry and be dramatic as much as he wanted because he considered he deserved it. But he tried to do it, the only thing that could come out of his lips was almost imperceptible “Yeah…” and then, a small tear started running down his face. Hugh quickly noticed this and wiped it away with his finger. Simon scoffed and looked away, rubbing his nose.

“Hey…” and he moved aside so Simon could lay beside him.

The space they had was a little too small but he didn’t mind because now he had an excuse to be closer to him.

And there it was again. Little Simon. Little Simon was there again with them.

Just that this time he wasn’t crying, or screaming, or even flickering. He was just… existing.

And all he wanted to do was to exist.  

When Hugh held him that way, sometimes he felt as if it was the first time he did it. Which made Simon (and the sad, angry and scared part of Simon) wonder if there was a sad, angry and scared part of Hugh that also craved that comfort and validation, and if it was the one who hugged that younger version of Simon until they convinced each other that everything was fine.

That there was nothing wrong with neither of them.

Because sometimes it was as if people didn’t remind them that as many times as they needed. So the only option they had was to be there for the other, and tell him that it was okay to hug, to kiss, to touch, and to share until the one who was talking ended up convincing both of them.

Love wasn’t temporary.

And their love was as powerful as they wanted it to be.

Those younger versions of themselves wanted to stay like that forever every single time. But their adult versions knew they couldn’t do it because they had other responsibilities that they needed to attend.

Installing those two pride flags that were next to them, for example.

Their younger versions were excited to do that, but they also asked them if they could rest together a little bit longer. And neither of them had the heart to tell them no.

Hugh started to play with a lock of Simon’s hair. “We’ll be there to catch him.”

He knew he wasn’t talking about either of them. Even if, with his eyes closed, he could see little Hugh and little Simon holding each other’s hands and throwing themselves into the world, a little less sad, and angry, and scared than before, without being sure if there was going to be someone down there to catch them if everything went wrong.

“Together.”

And Simon agreed. “Together.”

 ***

“He’s going to fall.”

Simon rolled his eyes.

“No, he’s not,” Hugh told Max. “I’m here.”

“But what if—”

“Done,” Simon announced before Max could even finish his sentence. “Now, let’s just hope these things stay there as long as possible, because this ladder makes me anxious. I was trembling while putting the first flag.”

Max clicked his tongue. “It’s a windy day. The wind could have pushed the ladder or something.”

Now it was Hugh’s turn to roll his eyes. “Take my hand.”

Simon went down the ladder without letting go of his hand. Then, while Hugh took it and quickly went inside the garage to put it there, Adrian pricked his little brother up with his own rainbow flag pin, and in response, Max punched him in the stomach with all his might (which wasn’t that much). Adrian laughed and pretended to be hurt, but immediately asked him if he wanted him to help him with his pin.

Simon noticed that Adrian had already put his pin of the bisexual flag on his clothes, and watching him pull Max a little bit closer so he didn’t prink him again (now by accident), while Max gazed at his hands, trying to memorize his movements so he could do the same thing when he wanted to wear that pin again, made his mouth curved into a smile.

When his husband came back from the garage, he thought he was going to tell them to stop blocking the sidewalk and get in the house so they could continue with their day. But instead of doing that, he walked towards them and looked at their waving flags, flying on their mansion for the first time in years.

Adrian grabbed Max by the waist and carried him on his shoulders so he could have a better view. And he realized that there would be a day when they would throw themselves into the world completely alone, without knowing how people were going to act and aware that two of them were brave enough to take whatever blows that they were going to throw at them.

But they weren’t going to do it alone. Because Hugh, Simon, and their hurting parts weren’t going to spend a day without reminding them that they were going to be there, ready to catch them every single time they needed it.

Simon started to look for Hugh’s hand just to realize, Hugh was already looking for his too, and when they found each other, he couldn’t contain himself and stood on his tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Then, Hugh smiled and kissed him back, this time, on the corner of his lip.

Simon felt proud of what they were.

He was really proud.

And he hoped they were proud too.

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #renegades trilogy #hugh everhart #simon westwood #adrian everhart #max everhart #everhart-westwood family #the warden and the captain are sitting in a tree #obsi's writs #i should get an oscar for the homophobic storm joke

[lonelyboxpet]

little wolf

chapter six: Friends

cw: non-human whumpee, monster whumpee, slight noncon touching? (hugging Pet even though its scared), self-depreciation / negative self talk, brief mention of past punishments, implied being forced to fight in the past, some cuddling n fluff bc Pet deserves it

tagging: @whumpthisway @carolinethedragon @thehurtsandthecomfurts @oracle-of-maybe

A week passed by and Pet started to get used to its new life, or at least it looked like it. Pet was still skinny and visibly starved, but it was starting to look slightly better, and it flinched less when he touched it.

He took it on a few walks in the local park, knowingly choosing the least busy route to make sure not to frighten Pet by the attention it would be getting if they walked through a more frequented part. He wondered if it's able to use its wings, but they haven't tried it yet.

Javier decided that it was about time to show his new companion to his friends. Pet seemed anxious about it, but he reassured it it will be alright.

,,They´re gonna love you,” he said and ruffled Pet´s grey fur, ,,don´t worry. They can act like a bunch of crackheads, but they´re friendly. You´re gonna get along, little one.”

Pet pressed its head into Master´s palm and desperately hoped that he´s right.

It watched him prepare cookie dough and clean the apartment from its cage, a little nervous that it can´t help him. Master noticed that.

,,Hey, little one, do you think you can, eh, hold this pillow for a bit? I need to vacuum the couch cause there are crumbles everywhere and, i don´t wanna leave it on the floor.”

Pet perked up and hurried to help him, happy that it could finally do something. Master chuckled and handed it a pillow.

,,Here. Hold it.”

Pet slowly opened its mouth and took the pillow gently, careful not to accidentally lick it. Master would be surely mad if the pillow got all soaked up with its saliva.

,,Great, buddy, you´re helping me so much,” Javier praised it with a big grin as he got out all the crumbles from the depths of his couch. ,,Perfect. Thank you, little one.”

He took the pillow from Pet´s mouth and Pet quickly stepped aside so it wouldn't get in the way.

They cleaned the rest this way - Javier always asked Pet to hold something, while he did the rest, and the creature seemed a bit less anxious when he put it into use. They were done pretty quickly and Javier then took out the cookies from the oven, letting them cool on the rack. He glanced on the watch on his wrist and then looked at Pet.

,,They should arrive soon, little one,” he smiled.

Pet softly chirped, its feathers a little ruffled. It was nervous.

Master crouched next to it and Pet quickly lowered, keeping its eyes down. Master softly lifted its chin and scratched it gently.

,,There´s nothing to be afraid of,” he reassured. ,,If it's too much for you, you can simply go and hide in my bedroom, okay? I won't be mad.”

Pet nodded. Hiding in Master's bedroom sounded so tempting, but it knew that Master wanted to show it off and it didn't want to disappoint him. It quietly whined. Master smiled and scratched its ears.

,,Good pet.”

Pet felt a warm swirling feeling in its stomach when he praised it. A purr escaped its throat. It half-closed its eyes and enjoyed Master´s touch.

The doorbell rang and Pet flinched, instantly becoming scared again. Its fur bristled and it curled up, looking at the door anxiously.

,,Don´t worry, pal. It'll be okay, alright?” Master repeated and got up, leaving to open the door. Pet clinged to the side of the couch and started shivering, waiting for Master and his friends to arrive.

,,Javi! Hey, bro, we haven't seen you for so long!”

,,Where's the pet? Oh my god, I need to see it, now!”

,,Dude, I missed you so much…”

The voices filled the apartment, loud and warm, and Pet shuffled a little, anxious to meet Master´s friends. It waited while they were taking their clothes and shoes off in the hall, and then, then they finally came in and saw Pet.

One of them, a girl with long, straight brown hair and a few bleached strands, and big dangly golden earrings, instantly squeaked and launched herself forward on the Pet. The creature whined in fear and flinched, quickly pulling away and trying to retrieve, but the girl threw herself around Pet´s neck and hugged it too tightly.

,,Awwww, Javi! It´s so huge and fluffy! Oh my god!!”

Pet squirmed and whimpered when the brunette basically shouted into its ear in a high-pitched tone, but she didn´t let go. Pet knew it shouldnt pull away or resist any touch, but, this was so scary and the girl wouldnt let it go and her strong perfume was making it hard to breathe and-

,,Sidi, leave it, its scared as fuck.”

Master´s warm hands saved Pet from the girls - Sidi - clutch. Sidi frowned at Javier, but she left Pet alone. The creature tried to muffle its whines, clinging to Masters legs like its life depended on it.

,´m sorry, little one,” he softly ruffled its fur and Pet pressed its head into his palm, ,,I should´ve known Sidi would be excited.”

Pet just whimpered, unable to move.

Master crouched next to it, his big warm hand resting on Pets back. He looked at the other two people.

,,So, this is Tee,” he said softly, ,,They brought you something, as a gift.”

Tee grinned a little. They had short, messy red hair, and wore a red crop top with a fishnet and black jeans, as well as a dark red leather jacket.

,,Tara brought the gifts,” they corrected Javier and slowly approached the Pet, giving it time and space, in stark contrast with Sidi's previous behavior, ,,I forgot.”

,,Okay, so Tara brought you something,” chuckled Javier.

Tara was taller then Tee, and she had dark brown, almost black hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a hoodie and her lip and eyebrow were pierced. Now she smiled and slowly extended a hand towards Pet, waiting for it to sniff it before she ran her fingers through its thick fur.

,,I brought you some treats,” she said. Pet blinked a few times, confused. Treats? Weren´t treats meant for… Normal, good pets? Pets who were actually cute and pretty and not… monsters?

Tara reached in her pocket and pulled out a plastic packet. Pet flicked its ears as she opened it, reached inside and offered it a small piece of something that smelled very, very good.

Pet anxiously glanced at Master.

,,Go for it, buddy,” he assured it. ,,You can take it.”

Pet slowly, carefully brought its nose to Tara´s palm, waiting to be slapped. Tara smiled at it. ,,It´s all yours,” she said softly.

Pet nervously opened its mouth a bit, reaching for the treat, trying its best not to get its saliva all over Tara´s palm. It took the treat and chewed it softly, surprised by how crunchy and tasty it is. It chirped a little and Tara giggled. ,,So cute.”

Pet´s ears flicked. Was it?

,,Have you named it yet?” asked Tee and scratched behind Pet´s ear. Pet gratefully leaned to their touch, desperate to prove that Tara was right.

,,No,” admitted Javier. ,,Haven´t thought about it yet.”

,,Can I name it?” Sidi perked up. ,,It looks like a… Bella. I would call it Bella.”

Tee rolled their eyes. ,,C´mon, Sidi, look at how cool it is. You can´t just call a giant winged wolf Bella.”

Sidi scoffed and stuffed a cookie in her mouth.

,,Do you know anything about its previous owner?” Tara asked as she wrapped her arm around Tee´s shoulders and sat on the couch.

,,I just know that it was a huge dick,” shrugged Javier and headed over to the kitchen corner to make them coffee. ,,Pet ended up kinda traumatized.”

Sidi scoffed again. ,,Traumatised? Dude, its a fucking scary, probably dangerous creature. Of course he had to be strict with it.”

,,How could it be dangerous?” argued Javier and Pet shivered when it sensed the slight tone of anger in his voice. ,,I mean, look at it, Sidi. It almost had a heart attack when you jumped at it. It could´ve bite you or scratch you and it did nothing. I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't hurt a fly.”

Pet for once wished it could speak. It wanted to tell them the things Old Master did to make sure it would never, never hurt him, or even think about hurting him. He made it hurt others, though. It hated that. It didn´t want to cause harm, it just- it just wanted to be good. But that girl, Sidi, was right. Old Master had to be strict. It deserved that. It was still just a beast, a potentional threat, and Old Master made sure it would never try to hurt its owner or his friends.

It curled up next to its cage, far enough from the couch to not annoy Master´s friends. Tara turned on the TV and they started watching a movie. Javier waited till the coffee was done and brought it over to the couch, sitting next to Sidi, who instantly clinged to him. Javier sighed, Pet could sense he was uncomfortable, but he didn´t push the girl away. He turned to Pet and it lowered.

,,Come here, little one,” he suggested. ,,You can watch it with us.”

Pet wasn´t sure. It didn´t want to bother them, but Master ordered it to come, so it did without a second thought. Master ruffled its fur and then patted a place next to him.

,,C´mon, up, little one.”

Pet obeyed and curled up next to his side, purring softly when he put his arm around it.

Sidi chuckled. ,,Little one?” she repeated. ,,That thing is all kinds of stuff, but definitely not little.”

Javier shook his head. ,,It likes that nickname. And I like it too.”

Pet flinched when it heard the stern warning in his voice. It clinged to his side, pressed its head into his hand and hoped it would never do anything that would make Master use this tone on it.

#so what do you think #sidi has some sketchy vibes amirite #whump #pet whump #whump writing #monster whumpee #non human whumpee #fluff #hurt comfort #caretaker #monster whump #non human whump #whump community #little wolf series

[dannyboyzone]

samuel one shot?🥺

Note; This is angst with a happy end, it doesn't have a name, so if you would like to name it, you are free to do so. Since the topic is not specified, I wrote whatever I felt like writing. Y/n will have they/them pronouns so everyone feels comfortable. If you don't, just change it in your head.

TW - Depression, mentions of suicide.

Today has more than 7 billion stories. So many people are experiencing it differently, yet so similarly.

Someone died today, and another person was born. Maybe they will change the world, or destroy it.

A student is celebrating passing his exams, while an adult across the world is crying in their dark room thinking about that they never had the chance to tell their parents that 'hey, I am trans, please accept me.'

Everyone has their own struggles, so why?

Why is Y/n pitying themselves so much? They keep asking themselves that.

They are so stuck up on their own self, just hurting about minor things. Like small sentences, that their old neighbour probably already forgot about. Things their family already forgot about.

Yet they keep asking themselves; Why do they care so much?

Even now, when they are crying their eyes out. Their knees are pulled up to their chest, sitting on the edge of the rooftop. They can't bring themselves to jump off, even though they crave death so much.

Who are they to be in pain so much when others have to go through war, confrontation, missing someone they can never get back?

" AAAAAAAAAA "

Y/n yelled out to the thin air, even though they were sure even people from a few miles away could hear. It didn't really matter though, holding it back was harder than caring for other's around right now.

That what caused them to be a mess anyway, caring for others that much. Running a hand through their hair, they started to rip it and shake their head while continuing to cry.

How pathetic, Y/N thought to themselves, leaving no other option than to repeatedly slap their own cheek.

When no one in this world cares for you, it's hard to care for yourself.

" Hey, are you done putting on a show there? " they were interrupted by a deep, husky voice.

Y/n sniffed and turned around a bit. Hanging one of their legs freely off the rooftop, while resting the other on their lap.

They raised their brow at the sight of the unknown man coming closer to them.

Man.. ? The closer he got, the more obvious it was that he must be a teenager, just really buff.

He still had a bit of baby fat on his cheeks, which was quite cute, as Y/n would think.

It's quite funny though.

The neighbourhood they are in is pretty old, out dated and full of graffiti everywhere. Yet this stranger is wearing such an expensive suit, that doesn't even have a single spot of dust on it.

So, what is he doing here?

Y/n sniffed, while rubbing the tears with their palm away.

" Who are you? "

The boy leaned on the barrier of the rooftop which Y/n was sitting on top of. There were only a few inches between them.

The boy took a glance at the other's eyes, swollen and red from crying. Their eyelashes were stuck together at some parts at the end, it's such a pity.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't check the person's body language out, he didn't care much, but he noticed that they were holding onto the barrier tightly.

He then took out a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in his between his lips.

" Don't you have better problems than that? " , said he, as the cigarette got put on fire.

Y/n ran a tongue through the inside of their cheek, wanting to move closer. They didn't though, as they decided that's not worth it.

They were quite raged, yet calm at the same time.

For the best guess, they wanted to be though. It was quite embarrassing to let a stranger watch your very own melt down, let alone not even be aware of it.

" Well, I have the right to know! After all, you saw more of me than what I am comfortable with! "

" .. It's Samuel. "

" Well Samuel, will you leave? I am trying to do something here! "

Samuel couldn't help but... laugh.

Do something my ass, he thought.

He took a smoke from his cigarette, and looked up at the sky. It was a really sunny sunday, perfect to just sit back and enjoy life. Sadly, not everyone could.

" Go ahead then, jump. "

Y/n blinked, what the fuck?

" Excuse me, how fucking insensitive are you? "

Samuel just shrugged a shoulder, in a nonchalant way. " So what? "

He put his cigarette out, turning his head towards Y/n.

That moment, their face was met with smoke. They couldn't help but cough, it felt so terrible.

This guy, is a complete fucking asshole. How can a person be so.. heartless? It's like there is no soul in their eyes. Truly, no one cares.

Y/n wanted to slap him, but as soon as they raised their hand, their wrist was squeezed. Samuel held their hand in the air, making it feel stuck. Their eyes met, and Y/n got shivers down their spine.

He has to let go, now.

" Someone who wants to die doesn't mind smoke in their face. They will be dead anyway, won't they? "

Y/n was in disbelief, but they could barely hear.

They were so afraid of falling off, they couldn't help but shake.

The ground was so far away, it could kill anyone. If anything were to fall, it would end the lives of the people walking by.

Samuel walked a few steps closer, watching as Y/n's eyes got filled with tears and fear yet again.

" ... You are scared of falling of, now that you don't have anything to hold onto. "

Y/n's head was filled with different kind of thoughts, but what scared them above above anything else, that this guy is right.

There is something in him, that Y/n isn't quite aware of, but finds comfort in. Admitting it is not an option, for now, they kept moving, as much as they could.

" Let go of me! "

With that, their wrist was free again. It had quite a big red mark over it, which didn't matter all that much. It would fade by night anyway.

Y/n immediately faced the door to the stairs, which was quite far away. They backed up, their breath becoming quicker and quicker. Staring down at the people underneath them.

They couldn't move backwards for long, because Samuel stood their, pressing the front of their body to Y/n's back. At least they didn't fall backwards to the cement floor of the rooftop.

" Jump, if you wish so that bad. Don't let me stop you. "

He rested their chin on the top of their head, and slid his hands in the pockets of his pants.

" I don't get you, how am I different? The elderly couple you would fall on, the flower shop owner, the boy drawing graffiti on the walls and that little girl in the cherry socks who had met her dad for the first time today.. they would all see you fall. So why does it matter if I see you?... Actually, don't answer me. It's because you wouldn't have to face them, but would have to remember me. They would all remember you for a life though. "

Y/n shut their eyes tight.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

They were filled with hatred and frustration, moving their fingers on the barrier that they held so tightly onto. Y/n wanted to escape, but quite frankly, they didn't know how to react.

Because the shittiest part of it all? No matter how rough it sounds, he is right. No one likes confrontation, but it doesn't mean it's always a lie.

Jumping off would be no use to anyone here. Maybe sometimes, all of us just want someone to hear the desperate yell of our actions. To pull us back in. The universe may not always serve it as you would expect it though.

Y/n let out a sigh, more so to even their breath, and carry their thoughts in another direction.

" So, what do you want from me? "

" I don't know if you know, but you talk while thinking. Why do you care so much about others? They don't want to be pitied, and some people that are better off from you, have these exact same thoughts and might think of you. But they don't help, like you don't help their situation either. So why not help yourself? "

Huh.. He must break hearts often.

The voice belonging to the cold hard truth was like a river.

It was ice cold, causing either tragedies or beautiful memories.

He stepped back, fixing his messy hair. That was the first time Y/n noticed that his knuckles had bruises on them.

That left a lot of questions, is he a gangster? But he is too clean for that. Maybe a CEO? But what would he do there then?

Y/n could have paced out for a bit, because the next thing they have noticed is Samuel walking down the stairs, back facing them, holding his hand up as a sorry excuse of a wave.

" When you are able to admit that you want a new life instead of death, you can come and I will show you a whole new world. "

Y/n looked down on their hand, taking a glance at a tiny old toy. It was simply a tiny plastic chicken, from a happy meal. It sounds ridiculous, but it was from their father, who seems to spend less and less time with them until the point they became strangers.

They always carried it around, even if it only had a meaning to them and no one else in the world.

Y/n wiped their tear, pulling their leg to the other side of the rooftop, jumping onto it.

" You sure do talk a lot compared to other assholes. " they laughed.

Unknown to what would happen next, they followed Samuel. What's the worst that could happen? At least someone wanted them by his side.

They held onto his suit, just like a lost child would.

" So, are you a gangster Mr Know It All? "

" You will find out. "

END

Outro;

Yeah, this is like.. shitty and makes zero sense our of context. But how would you react to that level of confrontation? I sure as hell don't know.

Also, Sammy went there bc was stressed bc he HAS to find new members for his part of workers.. well guess what happened next 👀

Sorry anon, I feel like this wasn't quite what you wanted, if you want to look at it as romance, if not then do not. I just couldn't imagine Samuel being madly in love, so the machine threw out this I guess. Next time please specify if there is anything you want!

#i will rewrite this in a few months once my abilities become better #this was yikes #eh #i dont know where i wanted to go with thi #lookism #외모지상주의 #samuel #seungeun

[soymilka8]

Spray Paint - Hwang Hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin X gn reader !

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just a bit of cheesy stuff tho. (this is my very first fanfiction here so i'm sorry if it's rough, i'm not really all that familiar with the layout of Tumblr yet lol.)

word count: 3.5 k words

synopsis: hyunjin helps you fulfill your dream of spray painting on one chilly christmas night.

master-list.

also, please let me know if the owner of this gif is okay with me using it! bcs i literally just searched up hwang hyunjin snow in gif.

the sound of something pulling you out of your sleep.

eyes lazily lift themself up for a better view, body suddenly going limp as you bother to make out the muffled noise. it was 1AM. usually, your figure would have been awoke at this time, with the pads of your fingertips gliding across the controller and your exhausted but dedicated eyes glued stuck to the screen.

but today wasn't one of those days. it was indeed christmas, as you observed how the snowflakes would cascade down the clean window of your dorm room. it was indeed, christmas.

you sighed delicately, snuggling closer to the warm blankets which were the only thing keeping you snug this head aching holiday. another one of those days where you couldn't sleep, another one of those sleepless nights where you were a mix of being too tired but not tired enough to get the desired slumber.

it always happened at christmas, too. it had become a tradition by now, not having the capabilities to sleep during the first fall of snowflakes.

another sigh.

somehow, this year has gotten worse. maybe by the end of the holidays, you'd be looking like a dead zombie because of the lack of sleep. you chuckled at the thought. though christmas is a holiday spent with family, friends, acquaintances and just having fun in general— you had none you'd consider as any.

ping.

— except, for maybe that one.

a grin had spread across your features as your hands nimbly reached for the phone underneath your pillow, opening the phone with your password and eagerly responding to the message. perhaps, a tad bit too excited you were but as you saw the words written on the notification, your grin couldn't help but enlarge. okay, maybe you were more than excited.

you immediately jolted up from the comfort of your own bed, grabbing a pair of warm boots and heading out the door in hurry. you couldn't bother to put on anything affable any more, your pajamas were most likely warm enough.

and so, you ran and you ran; with the delicate but heavy christmas snow disrupting you, and the cold weather wrapping around your finger like a ring, you continued on running with the same stupid grin spreading across your features.

because finally, you had something to look forward to this christmas.

“are you sure this much is enough?”

“we might need a bit more...” a battle inside of your head occured as you contemplated. it was rough, having to use your head when the weather was inhospitable and gloomy. not to mention, you were not wearing clothes suitable to which you inwardly groaned at. curse your sudden heap of excitement, curse your bad decision making.

having to decide in the cold winter weather was tiring when all you wished for were warm clothes and the abilities to turn back time, to go back to your dorm and switch attire but alas, no point in doing so as you were already out now.

all you could do was nod, shaking the can bottle abruptly and briskly walking away. the convenience store didn't provide as much warmth as you had hoped. not only were you stuck in cold weather but in your shameful panda pajamas.

“let's buy two more, at least.” a voice threw you out of your trance. you shifted slightly from discomfort, eyeing the person who accompanied you with hurry. “no, this is enough.”

“but that much paint is only gonna take us the face to draw, what about the rest of the body?”

a breathy sighed ran past you as you finally gave in, caging your body in an attempt to pass through body heat. not that you were successful in doing so. “fine, let's get five more bottles.”

a grin had spread across the other person's features, along with the redness of his nose and the moon shape of his eyes. your heart stopped so suddenly, as if the frost stuck beneath your whole stomach went away in a whiplash; it was now swarmed with butterflies, filling you up with warmness. though you couldn't see much of the face because of the beanie and his large coat enwrapping him, heat crept upon your skin at his god sent features.

he was all too perfect.

once he had returned with five more bottles, you payed at the cashier with your own money and the both of you excited the air conditioned convenience store, the both of you feeling the same exact thing: it was damn cold in there.

“here, hold the spray bottles first.” the man said to you upon exciting the convenience store as he handed you the bag filled with spray bottles. albeit hesitant, you took the paper bag and raised your brow at confusion upon seeing him remove his coat.

“hyunjin, what are you doing? it's cold, don't remove your coat.”

he only grinned at this though, now creeping closer to your and wrapping the cost around your shoulders. he pulled back, reaching for the paper bag in your hands, placing them on the ground, and inserting your arms carefully inside his large coat. you were still confused at this, appalled even as you stared at him through wide eyes.

sure, you had already felt warm because of the coat but what about him? is he not gonna feel cold? and most importantly, why would he go as far as giving you his coat?

“you can wear it for now, i'm not cold.” he answered the question inside your head, giving you the same closed eye smile he once did in the convenience store. hot, cozy, butterflies spread again in the out of your stomach. you were looking for warmth earlier but now it seemed as if it was too much it was almost overwhelming.

“... thank you.”

was all you were able to muster as he held out his hand, grabbing hold of yours, and dragging you with those large footsteps of his.

through the buried snow and the noisy headlights, you were there, to hear hwang hyunjin's heavy panting breathe against your ears and you wouldn't have it any other way.

it had always been your dream to make kids smile.

the thought of their laughter reaching your ears or simply just imagining it was enough for you— for the both of you as he promised whatever your dreams were, it was his as well.

maybe it was just the fact that you were a castaway, maybe trauma had etched itself into you far too deeply and you were afraid of being someone you hated most but whatever it is your heart was feeling inside, you were grateful he was always there beside you.

as you stare at the blank billboard in front of you, a soft smile ran down your face; your hands were holding two bottles of spray cans, shaking it slightly with a hint of excitement in your features. he was beside you, gawking at the way your eyes would sparkle at the thought of making your dreams come true.

hwang hyunjin possibly fell down a deep hole just by you. your dreams, your aspirations, your melancholic voice, your soothing comfort— you, you, you. his mind was simply filled with you.

“are ya ready, hyunjin?” you voiced out, breaking him out of his daydreaming. hyunjin shook his head abruptly, a blush covering his features and nodding at you as he followed your stare at the billboard in front.

it was big, big enough to catch people's attention. actually, no, scratch that. it was larger than the both of you had initially intended; it was more or less, enough to keep people staring and observing. still, you didn't mind as you prepped your bottles and neared the billboard.

a santa clause, reindeer, over-joyed kids, and fake reality you had planned of painting against the smooth surface the night before. having told hyunjin this, he was a bit surprised at your idea of spray painting on an enormous billboard with him. usually, it would only be him and his group of friends who'd cause mischief such as this, drawing random drabbles, art, and graffiti, waiting for the police to chase them.

he never brought you into any of his gimmick despite knowing your hands were creative. he was simply too overprotective. though he'd usually tell you of what he and his friends do every single time, at 1AM, he once again, never had the courage to tell you to come with them.

you never did, really. you never bothered to.

however, once you suddenly came in out of the blue, asking him to take you to one of the billboards with him only— hyunjin was confused and denying of this fact. he didn't want you getting in trouble for illegally doing graffiti and albeit the sound of prison romance sounding real pleasant against his ears, he knew that prison was not what it seemed like in books and novels.

though your persistence is what shook him off the most and eventually, he agreed to taking you with him to one of the graffiti spots not without manifesting that if ever the police do come, he'd be the only one to get caught.

he lazily shook the bottle around, eyeing the large and tall billboard. you had come with him once, on his graffiti trip with his friends. though it was long ago, you were still aware of what you had to do to reach the higher parts of the billboard. there were platforms, large and safe enough for you to climb onto.

and without any hesitation, you easily climbed onto one of them, surprising hyunjin as he hurriedly went beneath the platform if ever you were to fall.

“hyunjin—” you called out from above, sensing his presence underneath you as you started spray painting, “go do as we had planned, i'll be alright.” you tried on reassuring. hyunjin slowly but hesitantly backed away from you, biting his lip in the process as he continued to stare at you from above.

he felt on edge but nonetheless, he tried his best to focus as he neared the billboard and did his own part.

twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour, two hours, three hours— and finally.

“wah!” you heard a gasp from beside you.

finally!

you were done, the beautiful art work from beside you, displaying across as it had come to contact with the shine. it took hours of work, hours of neck pain but alas, you were done finished.

you attempted climbing off the platform, your foot walking backwards. you thought there was a ledge down there— you thought. a small yelp escaped from your lips as you had no time to process whatever it is just happened, you only felt the cold breeze of the rising sun hitting your face as you fell. it once again, felt chilling. your body froze like earlier, so cold and barren.

but before you even think of hitting the hard ground, you felt something catch you. they felt like strong, arms and you looked to the sides, only to see your only and only friend— hyunjin, eyes wide, mouth agape and delving in worry. he had caught you within his arms.

carefully setting you down onto your feet, hyunjin had sighed and lightly brushed of his pants. you were still wide-eyed, trying to process what just occured. you could've gotten a concussion down there, you could've gotten brain damage or worse— you could've forgotten about hyunjin.

the worse possible scenarios of whatever may happen to your body dissipated as you thought about ever forgetting hyunjin, you couldn't bear to lose him, not him. and without even realising it, tears started to cascade down your cheeks as your breath hitched from the sudden emotion you felt.

your heart had panged loudly within your ears, the thought of forgetting hyunjin getting louder and louder. soon, those droplets of tears turned into sobs and hyunjin looked at you with confusion and worry. his hands were fumbling with each other, confused, and maybe even heartbroken.

had he caused this?

but as if his minds were paralyzing his actions, he neared your figure, raising your chin up to look at his eyes and with his soft and gentle fingers— he brushed the tears off of your cheeks. hyunjin cooes softly, bringing you towards him further and entrapping you into his warm arms. his were around your shoulder as yours were around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“what are you crying for, you cry baby?” he teases.

“i— i don't know, it's just—” you choked on your own tears and hyunjin cooed again, hugging you tighter than ever and patting your head in the most comforting manner.

“your dream came true, right? look,” hyunjin pulled away from the hug, staring softly into your tear filled eyes as he caressed your cheeks. his head pointed into the direction of the bottom of the billboard, your head following soon after.

and there, you saw a few little kids.

you saw them, staring at the art you drew with hyunjin in awe. you saw how their eyes sparkled, how they pointed and how some would say, “look it's santa claus” or, “wow, rudolph the red nosed reindeer!”

and it warmed your heart.

you slightly pulled away from the hug, nearing the edge of the platform of the billboard and waved at the little kids who came to stare at your drawing. hyunjin followed soon after, sitting down beside you and placing his hand on your waist incase you were to fall again. he promised he'd catch you again this time.

“did you draw this with your boyfriend?” came a cheeky little kid's voice, followed by the soft teases of the other kids as they pointed towards hyunjin. you blushed, shaking your head profusely and attempting to scoot away from hyunjin's grasped.

“n-no, he's not my—” but before you can think of saying any more and moving away from him any further, hyunjin pulled you closer within his arms as he gave the little kids a small wave and his captivating smile. “i drew this with my angel, do you like it?!” he said gleefully.

the little kids followed, throwing giggles and teases of their own. some even whispered, and some just smiled upon seeing your interaction. you however, sat beside hyunjin, cowering away and covering your face with embarrassment as hyunjin waved to the little kids, playing with them from a distance.

you slapped his thigh with your free hand, still keeping the other on your face as you urged him to stop.

“hyunjin, stop, these are kids!”

hyunjin only grinned, halting his finger and heart pointing at the kids as he looked at you. his eyes had softened upon seeing how embarrassed you were and albeit the sun starting to shine so brightly, he removed your hand from your face and gave the side of your lips a quick peck.

your eyes widened, he just kissed you.

he kissed you, in broad daylight— well, not really broad daylight but the point was that he kissed you, in front of the kids!

“hyunjin, what—” and he kissed you again.

for the second time, the third time, the fourth being on your forehead, the fifth being on the tip of your nose, the sixth being under your chin, the seventh being on your cheek and the eighth on your lips.

your eyes were left agape, you couldn't hear nor feel anything anymore. the kids’ voice were a blur as you try to figure out what's real from what's fake; nothing was a dream. hyunjin really had kissed you, and so proudly at that.

you suddenly felt hyunjin lay his forehead on top of yours, the grin still very much visible on his face,

“merry christmas, angel.” hyunjin whispered, caressing your cheeks gently. the smile on his face never faded as he stared at you lovingly, those orbs hold such emotion that you felt it going through your whole body. hyunjin was there, he really was there to share your dream with him.

you smiled back, pulling out of the sweet moment and giving the kids another look. you all saw their lovestruck faces, some were covering their eyes and some held emotions with such disgust it made you chuckle. the first kiss was covered by the sun yet the following was visible, leaving them to bathe in the sweet moment you and hyunjin shared.

you gave them one apologetic smile, opening your mouth to say something until you heard something loud.

it was sirens.

the police had finally come and you flipped your head sidewards, seeing at least about five cars making their way towards the alley you, hyunjin, and the rest of the kids were at. your eyes once again widened and you froze, staring as they neared towards your figure.

you'd been with hyunjin and his friends a couple of times yet whenever the police do ever come, you always stay stuck like ice.

“angel? angel! we have to get out of here, quick!” hyunjin whisper shouted beside you, you felt his hand creep onto your cheek roughly as he squished them. his orbs seethed through yours, a sense of reassurance, safety and— warmth.

“let's bail, yeah?”

and you suddenly felt the fearful sensation within you earlier dissipate. you stood up quickly, brushing your lap and running a bit towards the side of the large platform where a small corner was held. it was enough for you and hyunjin to hide in, not to mention it was pretty well hidden and the view of the sun is beautiful. you didn't have any time to think about it's advantages though as you looked back one last time, seeing the kids’ confused faces.

you held your index finger up, winking slightly and giving them a slight nod. you hoped they would keep it a secret.

hyunjin hurriedly pulled you down, his hands intertwined with yours as his feet made contact with the rough cement. he caught you on time, grunting in the process. and hyunjin ran, keeping you on his shoulder. you didn't bother on convincing him to put you down knowing it would just end up as a huge argument and you'd much rather not initiate that now, not when the police are on the loose.

“how are you feeling, angel?” hyunjin started, settling you into his shoulder more comfortably. you stayed silent for a few seconds, contemplating your feelings and running your memory through everything that had happened today.

hyunjin and you bought spray paint, he gave you his jacket, you held his hand tightly, he helped you spray paint art, he caught you in his arms on time, he called you his, he kissed you too many times, he fulfilled your dreams.

a soft smile adorned your features, “i feel good— no, i feel amazing, actually.”

hyunjin beamed upon hearing your sentence, pulling you just a tad bit closer as he entered the abandoned shed with you still in his arms. “i'm glad.”

he settled you down, panting a bit as he observed the small shed. it was destroyed, no one inhabitated the place yet the spot was perfect for viewing the stars and the moon. there was no stars yet but what there was, was the sun preparing to shine and rise in full view.

hyunjin hurriedly held your palm, sitting down in the rough wood, pulling you on his lap. he was fixated on cuddling against you but you had no problem, even snuggling closer for his warmth. he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you just a tad bit into his chest and laying his head into your shoulder.

the sun maybe rising but it was still christmas.

“i'm glad you enjoyed today, angel.” he started, brushing a small kiss past the nape of your neck. “i really am.”

“hyunjin, thank you...”

you turned to face him, ruffling his hair slightly and giving his lips a quick peck. you were not sure if it was official yet but even so, the sudden confidence to kiss him had come.

you stared at his eyes for a moment before once again, kissing his lips, this time more slowly.

hyunjin caught on, kissing back and reciprocating the same action. his hand snaked behind your head as he kept you close to him, lips intertwining and eyes closed from the close contact. his lips felt so humid, it was intoxicating as it sent shivers down your spine.

hyunjin pulled back after the lack of air, laying his forehead against yours once more.

“anything for you, angel.” he whispered, giving your cheek another kiss. “we share our dreams, remember?”

you nodded, suddenly taken aback at the promise you made with him a few years back. his dream was yours to hold, and his was yours. it was a promised you swore to hold until the both of you fulfill it; it was one of the things keeping you binded with him.

“and wherever we maybe...” hyunjin started, now laying his head back into your shoulder and staring at the rising sun. “that dream will never change.”

and you once again nodded, the same overwhelming warmth from a few minutes, a few seconds, and a few hours coming back to you. your stomach felt the same butterflies, so did your eyes apparently as it had started watering out of the blue.

hyunjin kept you warm, hyunjin kept you safe.

he fulfilled your promise, now it was time to fulfill his.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin is a soft boy #stream kingdom #hyunjin fanfic

[pennylanefics]

Saved - Finn Cole | Titanic AU

a/n: wow. i really love this. this is basically the love story of titanic, without the sinking ship or character death. it’s not written too well bc i was struggling with show not tell, but i think it’s the best it can be :) hope you like it!

warnings: mentions of abusive relationship (bruises, no physical acts), mentions of/hints to sex

•••

The sea breeze whipped through your hair as you gazed out at the dock, tons of people waving goodbye to anyone they could. You couldn’t believe this, you were actually heading to England on a beautiful ship, the first of its kind. The only bad part was the man you were supposed to be marrying.

Your parents were rich, so of course your marriage was sort of arranged by them. Your soon-to-be husband was a fellow business owner’s son, and bringing the two families together with your marriage would be “monumental”, as your father says.

But you weren’t happy. Jonas was a rude man. He didn’t treat you right, he was verbally abusive, and only cared about the business. It was awful being with him, and you tried telling your mother that you didn’t want to marry him, but it was no use.

They were moving with you two to be closer to Jonas’ business in England, which is why they were both on the ship with you. This only made things worse, you felt trapped. That’s why you were trying to spend as much time away from him as possible now.

Unfortunately, you had to spend the morning and afternoon alone, since Jonas was having business meetings with your dad and other colleagues. From the time after breakfast to before lunch, you unpacked all of your things in the luxurious suite, the ornate decorations a bit too gaudy for your taste.

It was beautiful, sure, but you weren’t cut out for the lavish lifestyle. You hated getting dressed up for every single meal when all you want to wear is a natural hairstyle and be free of a corset. But that’s not what your mother wanted.

You hadn’t seen her since boarding, so you guessed that she was with the other wives and women of first class.

“Darling,” that sickly voice calls out from the sitting room. Standing, you make your way out of the bedroom and find Jonas looking through his things.

“What is it?”

“Have you seen my pipe that your father gave me for our engagement?” Sighing, you slightly push him away and unzip the section of the suitcase that it was in.

“Don’t push me like that again,” he spits, storming out of the room and slamming the door. You feel tears form in your eyes, thankful that he didn’t lay a hand on you. You go back to your room and continue unpacking.

Dinner is boring, to say the least. You sit between your fiance and your mother, trying to be as proper as you can be. Your corset is bothering you, though, and the food is too bland. You wanted nothing more than to have a feast with chicken and potatoes and vegetables, not this overly-fancy first class trash; another thing you hated about the lavish lifestyle, the cuisine.

“Honey, are you feeling alright? You haven’t eaten much of your food,” your mother leans over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m not feeling very hungry, I guess.”

“It’s not like you need to eat anyways,” Jonas mumbles under his breath before taking a bite. You hear him clear as day, though. Clearing your throat, you stand, excusing yourself to the bathroom. In reality, you were going to the deck to get some fresh air and alone time.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you run to the farthest deck on the ship. You pick your dress up at the side and before you can register what happens, you crash into someone.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you stutter, trying to stand back up. A pair of hands helps you, and when you’re finally to your feet, you come face to face with a beautiful pair of blue eyes and soft features.

He was wearing a white shirt under a pair of suspenders and a green jacket, which was half zipped up. His hair was slightly curled against his forehead and blowing in the wind.

“Are you okay, love?” His sweet voice wonders, his hands keeping a hold on yours to keep you steady.

“Y-yes. I am. I just, I was needing some fresh air and, and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Is someone following you?” Turning back, terrified of the idea that Jonas was behind you, a sigh of relief escapes your lips and you turn back towards the man.

“No. I was having dinner in the dining hall and I needed some time to myself.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Uh, I don’t-“

“Do you want to take a walk and talk things out? It seems like you could use some company,” he offers with a smile. “I’m Finn.”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.”

“So, would you like to take a stroll with me?” He sticks his elbow out for you to take, and with a small chuckle, you loop your arm through his and begin to slowly walk.

“Any chance you’ll tell me why we ran into one another?” He asks right away.

“I was having dinner with my mother and fiance and I wasn’t feeling very hungry.”

“Your fiance?” He immediately drops his arm upon hearing that you’re soon-to-be married. He was a gentleman, there was no way he was going to mess with another woman’s relationship.

“Yes, but I don’t want to marry him.” You gaze up at Finn, trying hard to get across the idea that he was not a good man and you were not excited to be going through this.

“Is he the reason you ran off?” You nod in shame, staring down at your shoes as you two come to a stop at a bench right at the end of the ship.

“Unfortunately, yes. He made some comment about how I don’t need to eat, after I said that I wasn’t too hungry.” Finn’s eyebrows raise in surprise and he looks you up and down, making you feel slightly self-conscious.

“I think you look absolutely perfect,” he smiles. A blush rises to your cheeks and you look away from him.

“It’s so tough being with a man who doesn’t care about you at all. He’s so heartless and mean and I just can’t stand him.” Finn’s expression changes to an understanding and sympathetic one.

“Why don’t you leave him?”

“It’s not that easy. I’m bound to marry him because of our parents. They’re business partners and our marriage is supposed to help business increase. Believe me, if I could leave him, I would have left him at the port.” You both share a chuckle.

“You wouldn’t have run into me, then,” he flirts, scooting closer to you just a bit.

“That’s true,” you smile softly.

Later that night, you were sitting at your vanity, combing through your hair when Jonas walks in, an angry look on his face.

“Where the hell were you after dinner?!” He yells. “You never came back!”

“I know. I threw up so I came back here to lay down.” He seems to lay off a little, thankfully, and walks into your room to get undressed.

You don’t see Finn for days after that. But when you do, it’s not under good circumstances.

You were taking a walk on the lower deck, where you met Finn, hoping to find him. Miraculously, you find him lying on a bench smoking a cigarette, staring up at the orange sky. You come to stand right next to his head, making him sit up in excitement. Though that expression changes in a second.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, throwing his cigarette overboard and moving closer to you. His hand comes to rest on your bruised cheek, checking out the mark that surrounds your left eye and cheekbone.

“He did this?” You nod under his gentle touch, something so different than Jonas’ touch.

“You need to leave him.”

“I can’t! Seriously, I don’t think you understand!”

“What I don’t understand is how you can stand by and let this happen! He’s abusive and awful and you’re still going to marry him?!”

“Excuse me! I’ve told you many times that I don’t want to! I can’t convince my mother to-” Finn is quick to cut you off with a kiss, pulling you by the waist close to him.

You’re taken aback, but melt into the kiss moments later, loving the new feeling. Finn’s lips were so soft and tasted sweet, like mint with a hint of cigarette smoke. Jonas always tasted like bourbon, whiskey, beer, any alcohol that he could get his hands on, and tobacco.

The kiss lasts longer than you were expecting as Finn deepens it, too caught up in the feeling. When he pulls away, you can’t help but smile a genuine smile.

“That was…” you begin, but you can’t seem to complete your sentence.

“It was. Your lips are soft,” he says, caressing your cheek again.

“This looks like it hurts, love.” He’s suddenly very concerned and focused on your injury.

“It does.” He grimaces at the thought of a man laying his hands on you in a violent way. In that moment, he makes a promise to himself to save you from this marriage with all the power he can.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” There’s a suggestive tone in his voice, exciting you a little.

“Where do you have in mind?” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes hold of your hand and begins to run. Your laugh sounds through the halls, continuing to follow him, feeling so free and genuinely happy for the first time in years.

Finn leads you down to third class, then even lower in the ship, to the storage hold. There were so many cars and shipping crates and boxes. As you pass along the rows of vehicles, a familiar one catches your eye.

“Hey, this is my family’s car,” you quietly call out to Finn. He suddenly gets an idea and pulls you inside, laying you down across the seat.

“Want to get back at Jonas for what he did?” He asks. Your eyebrows raise in question. Finn doesn’t say anything, but he leans down to kiss you sweetly. Things eventually escalate as your hands explore each other’s bodies.

Finn can’t help but notice the multitude of bruises all over your body, breaking his heart even more upon knowing that he’s done this many times.

“You don’t deserve this,” he whispers, hurt in his voice, his fingers running across the marks. “You deserve marks of love, not marks of anger.”

“Then mark me up, Finn. Make me yours. Jonas has never given me one before.” Finn’s eyes widen at the idea, and he’s more than happy to. He begins at your neck, biting and sucking lovingly, leaving pink marks all over.

After he’s satisfied with your neck, he moves down your body to the bruises and begins sucking spots right next to them.

“I don’t want you to look at your body and see these awful bruises. I want you to see the love bites I’m giving you,” he mumbles against your skin. A soft moan escapes your lips as he finishes up, moving back up to kiss you deeply.

“Please Finn. I need you,” you whimper. He is more than happy to finally give you what you want, and what you deserve.

Every day that you’re not with Jonas, you’re with Finn, sneaking around and hanging out in the third class level with him. You felt so different when you were with him, you felt real. With Jonas, everything felt fake, like you were putting up this facade for your family's businesses, which was essentially what you were doing. With Finn, you could be yourself and not have a care in the world.

One night, Jonas was with a bunch of other businessmen and your father, gambling, drinking, and smoking, meaning he would be gone until well into the night. So, you invite Finn over since he mentioned he would love to draw you. That was one thing you found out on your secret dates, he’s an artist. And a very good one at that.

He showed up with his sketching kit and sheepishly steps inside, feeling very out of place in the grand room.

“Wow, you really live a pretty fancy life, huh?” He jokes.

“That’s probably the best thing about all of this. We always get the best rooms.” He takes a seat in the chair in the corner of your bedroom, beginning to set his supplies up.

“Would you ever give it up?” His voice is soft and uncertain. You know what he’s basically asking: would you ever want to live without all the perks of coming from a rich family?

“Yes. I hate it sometimes. Everyone cares about money and status. My relationship with Jonas feels fake at this point. It’s all for business. He doesn’t love me, I don’t love him. Even my parents said that our marriage is only for business purposes. I’m being used and I hate it. I would give anything to just, be normal.”

Finn takes in your words and he can hear the hurt in your voice. He wants to save you so bad, he wants to go to your mother and demand that she break the marriage off because you’re not happy. But for now, he pushes those thoughts aside and goes back to sharpening his tools.

After getting ready in the bathroom, you step into the bedroom, catching Finn’s eyes. They roam all over your body, which is covered by a silk robe. You slowly untie it and let it fall to the ground, allowing him to see all of you once again.

“Um, lay on the bed for me,” he murmurs, becoming very flustered at the thought. Smiling, you take a seat on the bed, waiting for him to instruct you on how to lay. He tells you to lay diagonally, on your back but facing him. He ends up placing some pillows behind you to push you up a bit, just so he can get the illusion of you laying on your side even though you’re not.

He fixes your hair just a little so it’s framing your face more, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a little longer. You giggle as he quickly kisses you before taking his seat again and beginning to draw.

You stare at him in awe as he focuses on getting your details just right.

“I love that the marks I put on you last night are more prominent than the bruises that he left days ago,” Finn smirks. You chuckle and run your fingers over a few of them.

“Hey, don’t move, darling,” he chided playfully. The pet name reminds of you of the first day you were on the ship, when Jonas called you by it. His tone was rude and annoyed, compared to the way Finn uses it; it’s much more soft and loving.

“I’ll try not to.”

Finn continues looking between you and his paper, a concentrated look in his beautiful blue eyes. The warm glow of the single light in the room gives off a very romantic feeling, and you could feel yourself becoming aroused. Your meet-ups were never this romantic, besides your first time making love; though that was in the back of a car, not in a real bed.

After an hour and a half or so, Finn finishes, signing his name at the bottom before letting you know that you could move. Sitting up, you wait for him to show you. He moves to take a seat on the bed and you look over his shoulder.

“Wow,” you say in wonder. It looked absolutely beautiful and he of course included all of HIS marks on you. “I love it, Finn.”

“You’re very beautiful, so it was quite easy to embody that.” You blush and lean against his back, wrapping your arms around him.

“Well thank you for making me feel beautiful,” you whisper in his ear. He sighs softly as your hands run down his chest, under his shirt. “Now I want to feel loved.”

This catches his attention and he is quick to place his sketching pad on the ground and join you on the bed, on top of you.

“No problem, sweetheart.” You two spend the rest of your time together under the sheets, entangled in each other’s bodies, making love to each other like it was your last time.

Finn flops beside you, his chest rising and falling with each short breath he takes. Your eyes were shut as the pleasure still coursed through you from your last orgasm. Another thing Finn could do, give you multiple orgasms.

After calming down and cooling off for a little bit, Finn pulls you into his grip, letting you rest against his chest and shoulder. Your head fits perfectly in the crook of his neck, feeling his clammy and sweaty skin against yours, something you had come to love.

“I know we’ve only known each other for a couple weeks, but I think I love you, (Y/N),” Finn’s voice is quiet and hesitant. He has no idea how you’re going to react.

“Really?” You gaze up at him.

“Yeah. I don’t want to force you to say or do anything, but I just need you to know.”

“I love you too, Finn. I thought that was obvious.” You sit up, keeping the covers around your breasts. Finn catches this and tugs it down cheekily, leaving you bare again; he preferred it that way anyways.

“So, where do we go from here?” Thinking for a moment, you try to run through ways to break it to your mother.

“I want to be with you,” you whisper, running your finger along his cheek and lips. “I don’t want to marry Jonas.”

“Good. Because you don’t deserve to be with a guy like him, who’s only going to abuse you and make you unhappy.”

“You make me happy, Finn.” As you were going to kiss him, a knock sounds on the door of your room. Both of your eyes go wide in shock and horror, not knowing who it is.

Quickly throwing on your robe, you instruct Finn to stay put in your room and to lock the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and see that your mother is standing there.

“Hi, what did you need?” Your heart was racing as she steps inside of your room.

“Where’s Jonas?” She wonders.

“He’s with dad and a bunch of others in the entertainment room.” She nods and sits on the small couch, looking around.

“Is something wrong, (Y/N)?” Her words make you extremely nervous, which doesn’t pose well for you.

“No. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Because it just seems like you’re hiding something.” Your eyebrows furrow and you can’t help by look to your bedroom door, knowing that Finn is probably pressed up against it.

“No, I’m not.”

“(Y/N), tell me the truth.” She stares at you and in that moment, you know she knows. “Who is it?” Still, you try to make it seem like you have no clue what she’s talking about.

“I don’t-”

“I know you’re seeing another man. It’s obvious. To me, at least.” Sighing deeply, you keep your gaze away from her as you explain.

“I met him our first night on the boat, when I ran out during dinner. I accidentally ran into him and he noticed I was crying. We took a walk to calm me down and it helped. After that, I ran into him again a few days later. It escalated from that point.”

“Meaning?” Closing your eyes, you prepare for how she was going to react.

“We made love for the first time that night. We decided to meet up every night that I wasn't with Jonas. I don’t feel bad for it, honestly.”

“Why not?” You move your robe to show your side, where the bruise from Jonas kneeing you was still healing. She gasps in shock, not having any knowledge of Jonas being violent.

“That’s not it, though. I had bruises everywhere, including my face. Finn is the first man to ever be so gentle with me. When I came to him with the bruise on my face, his touch was so light yet so tender. I never felt so...admired and cared for. He knows how to make me feel loved.”

“Is he rich?” You take a moment before answering.

“No. He’s from third class. But he’s more of a gentleman than Jonas will ever be.” She’s very disappointed with the idea that you’re seeing someone so different than you.

“Are you happy with him?” A huge smile appears on your face, and she sees this change in your attitude right away.

“I am. I’ve never laughed so much, I’ve never smiled so much, I feel free and comfortable with him. I think I love him, mother.”

“Well,” she begins, not knowing how to handle this situation. “Is he going back to wherever for a job?”

“He’s from England, so that’s why he’s on the ship. He’s been stuck in America for years, and now he’s finally going back to his family. He mentioned that he had a job, I forgot what it was, though.”

“Do you want to be with him, (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” you answer right away. There was no doubt in your mind that Finn was the one you were to be with. Just then, Finn emerges from the bedroom, startling both you and your mom. You tried to keep him from coming out, but it was no use.

“Hi Mrs. (Y/L/N). I’m Finn,” he waves to your mother, awkwardly coming to stand behind you. Surprisingly, she’s not upset or disgusted. There’s a very understanding look on her face.

“It’s very nice to meet you, young man. I understand that you’re the one who’s been taking care of my daughter?” A deep blush appears on his cheeks at the wording, though she means in terms of saving you from Jonas.

“Y-yes, I am. I love her very much and seeing her so hurt because of the man she’s supposed to be marrying is very upsetting.” She smiles at him and reaches out to shake his hand.

“Thanks to you, I would not have had any idea that he was doing this. As much as I wish the marriage would go through, I do not want her being abused. Business is not worth that. He can marry a cousin or someone like that.” You and Finn exchange looks of hope with one another.

“So she doesn’t have to marry Jonas?” Your mother smiles and pulls both of you in for hugs.

“No. She says she wants to be with you, and I’ve never heard her speak of a man so highly before. I can now tell that she’s very happy with you. Treat her right, yes?”

“Of course. You don’t have to worry about that. From the moment I met her, I knew she deserved way better than him. And I’m going to make sure I treat her as she should, like a princess.” Finn turns to you after finishing and reaches for your hand.

“I’m glad she now has someone who actually cares for her. And (Y/N),” she looks at you, “I want to apologize for putting business before your happiness.”

“It’s alright. I know that dad can be too persuasive and it’s hard to stop. But, what are you going to tell him? He’s not going to believe that Jonas is awful.”

“I’ll figure something out. For now, why don’t you two stay in bed and relax, knowing that everything is settled.”

“We can always go down to third class. I have a single bed because my roommate found a friend who had a single room. They took our double and I took the single.”

“No. You deserve to stay here for a while. It’s much more comfortable and warm.” Finn smiles thankfully and pulls you close to him.

“What happens when Jonas comes back for his stuff?” You were now terrified of what was going to happen. Finn senses this immediately and tightens his grip, pressing his lips to your forehead. Your mother smiles at this small bit of affection, and that’s the turning point for her.

This is who you belong with.

“I can move everything to the extra room we have. We were saving it for you, in case you wanted to spend a few nights there just because.”

“I’m worried about whether he comes back to hit me or Finn.”

“I’ll tell him that you two are down in third class.” You move out of Finn’s grip to give your mother a huge hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper, trying hard not to cry.

“I want you to be happy, sweetie. I see that Finn is the one who does. Just make sure to keep the doors locked, alright? And if he keeps pestering you, call our room and we’ll have it taken care of.” Nodding, you walk back over to Finn and hug him tightly this time.

“I wish you two the best, sincerely. I know you’ll be the best for her, Finn.” She gives him a final hug as well before leaving with a satisfied look in her eyes.

You know your tears are about to fall as Finn grabs you by the waist and drags you back into grip. That breaks the dam and within seconds, you are sobbing loudly. Finn just holds you and lets you cry, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now, love. You’re safe with me,” he whispers. When you’re well enough to move, he is quick to lock the door, dead bolting it as well. You follow him back into the bedroom, which he locks too. That’s when you breathe out a sigh of relief.

You two crawl back into bed and cuddle up with one another, this time feeling much more different.

You were free from an abusive, controlled relationship.

“I love you so much, Finn,” you whisper.

“I love you too. darling.”

“You saved me,” you smile softly, finally taking in everything that just happened.

“You needed to be saved. And I’m glad that I was here for you.”

“Thank you.” His lips press to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. It’s filled with every emotion in his body.

“Seeing you bruised and beat up was the worst thing in the world. I never want you to go through that again.”

“Well,” you smirk, moving to straddle his lap, “I wouldn’t mind being bruised and marked up by your hands and your lips,” you purr, leaning down to bite the shell of his ear. He chuckles and rests his hands on your hips.

“I wouldn’t mind that either. But we have the rest of our lives to do that. For now, I want to make you feel special.”

“The rest of our lives, eh?” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he nods.

“The rest of our lives.”

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@peakyxtommy @peakywitch @blueeyedheizer @the-ink-and-salt-club

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sending you love because i can and because you deserve it. you are one of my favourite people to see on the dash and chat to on discord. you are honestly so incredible as a person and a writer. the amount of compassion you have for people blows me away constantly , your patience too and your dedication to your writing is absolutely stunning. your hook is hook in my eyes. i admire how long you've been writing him , lucas. the amount of love that has gone into your portrayal , the years you have spent carving out your version of killian jones. also can we quickly talk about the love you have for your animals bc that constantly warms my heart. you go above and beyond to make sure they are safe , healthy and fed. i love seeing your posts about your horses , and i am sending them and you and amy all my love. you're amazing , as a person as a writer as a pet owner. never forget that <3 i am very glad i get to call you friend <3

okay issac so, I've been hoarding this for quite a while i think. For two reasons really. 1) It was nice to just see when I scrolled aimlessly through my inbox and 2) I couldn't find the words to accurately describe what it meant to me, what you mean to me. I wanted to hang onto it forever BUT we all know my relationship with tumblr and the way i somehow manage to fuck with it on a daily basis, so I'd rather have it here on my blog where I know it's saved and I can always find it again. It's so easy to lose yourself into external stuff that wants to bring you down, especially in today's world and it's messages like this can literally make someone's day/week/month/year a bit more bearable. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you said and it means a lot .. because I know you and I know you mean it.

So let's get to the bit where i want to talk about you. I don't remember when we met or how we started talking (serioisly the last half of 2019 and the entirety of 2020 is such a blur for me lmao) but I do know it was through your wonderful portrayal of ezio. We just clicked and it was like 'what is plotting??' and just threw random memes together and it ended up becoming a thing and making sense and suddenly there was a plot, we just hadn't hashed it out haha. And then of course there was Cesare which is a blast because he ties into Ezio and those adventures. And then there was .. James. I have been writing Killian for 8 years and I can count on one hand (ha, i crack myself up) the number of times he's hit it off with another male muse to the point where they become friends, even if killian still is insufferable lmao (Guy doesnt count. that's a whole other level) and James and Killian just clicked. Which can I just take a moment to tell you that I love your Bond. I've always been so damn picky about him (I think i've known one other person i interacted with who wrote him and that was from years ago) because I love the character so much. I tried to add him to my original multi and wrote like two things and went oof no lucas don't. So seeing him brought to life in such a wonderful way is a true gift.

And of course now we have Killian and Sasha which is so funny because once again it started with crack stuff (can i do anything serious, ever?) and they've sort of reached this weird place in their relationship where it's like 'are we allies? are we friends? is the darkling .5 seconds away from murdering me?' and even if the friendship doesn't work .. they can always stop by and borrow one another's clothes. You have an ability to write characters in a way that inspires me to learn about their media. The only reason I know anything about shadow and bone and have even given it a second thought is because of your blog. You were my first experience with it and then suddenly other mutuals started making characters too so i was like 'oh okay, thanks to issac i can go with this'. I love him, I love you.

Alright so we're over the muse thing so I can now talk about you. Do you know how wonderful you are? As a writer, yes - but writing is something that can be taught, that can be honed and developed .. personality often can't be. Not past a certain extent. The depth of your feelings for others and the way you tackle life with grace and determination is truly inspiring. I don't remember awkward conversations between us ever. We just sort of slammed into discord and immediately started talking and its great because we both have a tendency to disappear out of conversations because we space and then we come back like oh hey let me continue this convo .. and neither one of us even blink because we get it. You are uplifting, you're funny, you've opened my eyes to so many things I never would have known about had it not been for you. You helped me, answered my questions and offered so much support when I was figuring this journey out. I'm pretty sure other than amy that you were one of the first people I ever broached the subject with and you were great. We have so many things in common as far as trials and such we've faced and sometimes there's just a breath of fresh air in having someone who gets it because they've been there too. I absolutely treasure you as a friend and you're literally stuck with me forever. I hope you know I will always be here for you and I will fight in your corner for everything you ever need. And so will amy, which - she's the bigger threat here despite people who think otherwise haha.

In short, now that I'm done with my novella of love, I want you to know you are important and you matter. The world would be missing a huge piece without you in it and so would my life. I love and adore you, mate !! I'm tagging your main blog because i know you're not on this one anymore (frequently, i should say) <3 @aleksling

#save ; #i literally puked words on the page but #they came from my heart and i needed you to know how special and important you are <3 #i am blESSED to know you. blessed i say.

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Where are you??

Destiel Meta. Still swimming in subtext. Bi!Dean meta.

15x07 Last Call

Hello my friends!!! Well maybe like clowns we were expecting some textualism about Dean's bisexuality, but we didn't get that, we are still swimming in subtext, juicy and wonderful subtext, but it won't lead us to Destiel canon. So, I hope we will get some more aggresive approaching to it from the writers in the following episodes.

Now, saying this, let's start with the meta.

B's Bar, Angela and another Destiel mirror

We had two girls, one very drunk, helped by Angela, this nice girl, and her best friend, coming out from a bar named B's bar... And if you pay attention to this scene, the blonde friend almost kissed in the lips to Angela. And Angela says NO MORE GUYS. Like an advice, but with her drunken friend trying to kiss her, and coming out the B's bar, it looked like Angela saying DON'T CHOOSE MORE GUYS, I'M HERE.

Let's rewind this, when Dean came to the kitchen, Sam offered him bacon... And he rejected it. He rejected bacon, people!!! Something that he loves, but he rejects now.

Same thing with the woman at the bar that was permanently flirting with him, trying to get from him some signal... And Dean was rejecting it, just like the bacon. Why? We know why, he already is taken. He had changed. He doesn't want to hook up with waitress, he wants Castiel. So now, rejecting bacon or women, is like natural for him. No more women!

Now, back to the Destiel mirror, we had a kidnapping, and Angela's vanished.

When Dean found the girl at the bar, he interrogates her, but Lee, his friend, called him, and the words he says, I think we were in front of another Cas/the Empty foreshadow here... "She went without saying goodbye?" "Well, maybe she deserved it."

Wow, rude, but... What if... Cas is taken by the Empty, and there's no time to say goodbye... ? Someone would say those rides words... Maybe Dean deserved it? No please...

A lot of Bi!Dean subtext

At the beginning not the episode, we had Dean locked in his room, with a lot of empty beer bottles, drinking, depressed, looking for a case. He needs to clear his head... What is that supposed to mean?

He had just discovered he doesn't know what's Chuck and what isn't, okay? So he needs to think about it. One of the things he did because of thinking Chuck was manipulating everything, was pushing Castiel away. So now, he has a lot of doubts about if that was good or not, he needs to know if pushing away Castiel was a good decision...

When he first arrived to the town, he found a sheriff, a very particular sheriff that hint on him!!!!! And Dean is like in awe, and flustered! Because the sheriff keeps smiling and flirting and finally he called Dean GOOD-LOOKING!! Okay...

In Swayze's bar, he found the waitress that kept flirting with him the whole episode, even if Dean felt honored, as we could see in his face, he wasn't interested, and sometimes he seemed uncomfortable with the waitress flirting to him.

But we just had... One man (sheriff) and one woman (waitress) openly flirting with Dean. With bi!flag Lighting all over the place aaaaand Lee eye fucking/loving at him the whole episode, Dean was doing the same... A lot of love in those eyes, my dears... Making us feel there was something more there... Just in subtext. But he'll they looked at each other with such love I can't even describe it!

Lee was the bar's owner (just like Dean's dream in 14x10) with this girl (like Pamela) so we could say... They were Dean's female and male portions in his head, just like in Rocky's bar. Agus, i will need the gif set with the parallel here...

Lee was dressed in blue (Castiel's color) by the way...

They talked about a sexual party, Dean mentioned twins... But Lee recalled they were three... No genre was mentioned, so yes. In the same table were sitting two guy and one woman. Let your imagination fly... Bi!Dean subtext again.

Lee was inviting him the whole time to retirement and to enjoy life, because... Dean had saved a lot of people and it was time to stop because he deserves to be saved too...

You think you don't deserve to be saved?

At night the bar was shinning in Bi colored flag light, but when it was the morning, the colors of the walls and curtains were green and blue!!!!!! Dean and Cas!

Okay, I'll stop here because i will talk about Visual narrative in my next meta.

Where are you?

Castiel came back to the bunker because he had a plan, but when things doesn't work well, he calls Dean... A lot of times. But Dean didn't answer... Just like a cheating husband. Cas lost his temper and he even shouts WHERE ARE YOU!? At the phone.

So many times Dean asked that to CAS... Didn't he? Will he ask this again when Castiel will be taken by the Empty without saying goodbye to him? Sorry... *Runs away*.

Now...that Samleen holding hands and Castiel interrupting, okay, I won't say a thing but... It looks like foreshadow to me too... (Sue me bc I'm still waiting for a Destiel holding hands and maybe Sam interrupting, because is a vicious circle my friends...)

Cas is still hurted

When Dean appeared at the bunker, Castiel's face is about surprise, relief, and a hint of heart eyes, Dean is acting as if nothing had happened between them, just like I expected to occur, because is his way to avoid things. But this time it won't work, because CAS recalls immediately Dean's hard words and the last call, and he recalls that THEY DIDN'T PART FRIENDS (this quote from episode 7x17 when they came back to see each other after the break up in season 6).

So, Cas changed his face, and he just threw a few words, and leaves, quickly. Dean senses this, and he just grimaced, okay... What did you expect, Dean? Things are not good. You need to use your words!

Thanks @agusvedder for this gifs!!! Hdjdjddkdhdmf

To Conclude

We had a Destiel mirror with those two girls, and maybe a foreshadow of what is about to come with the Empty and Castiel.

Dean needed to be alone to clean his head, because he needs to know what is real and what's not in their lives.

Dean's hunt was full of bi subtext, still swimming in subtext, bi flags lighting, love/eye fucking with his old friend, been hinted by a man and a woman. Dialogues full of bi subtext.

Dean rejecting bacon and woman, is a sign of how he had grown up, and how being in love with Castiel had changed him. He doesn't want a one night ride, he needs a whole life love.

Cas is still hurted, and Dean is acting as if it was nothing, he needs to face it and finally talk with honesty to fix things with Cas.

I hope you like this, I see you in my next meta! 😘💕

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