#((but i also think he might give a few a moments' pause; reflecting on what they've done!))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Oh, there's a little pun in there somewhere," Dorian commented with a sly smile as Elizabeth happily embraced Emily back; at this rather cryptic comment, Randall's brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but echo, "Pun?"

"Ah, I'll tell you later," the young master grinned, clapping his best friend on the back as finally, mercifully, the group began to move towards trick 'r treating, much to the relief of the children, who happily ran ahead of their family to get their sweets from the other residents of the Mansion, who were more than happy to dole out treats for the youngest members of the household: Beau gave them both full-sized candy bars, Madame Leota dropped spider-shaped chocolates into their buckets, and the Hitchhikers gave them some rubbery, squishy toy bugs, with Lon immediately throwing his centipede into his sister's hair, to which Erika responded by squishing the beetle into his face.

"Oh, and don't forget your apples!" Phineas added, dropping a pair of them into the buckets, adding with an awkward chuckle, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away! And I should know...I was one..."

"Aw, c'mon, Phinny, no self-respecting little kid wants that crap in their goodie buckets!" Ezra scoffed. "Not unless you're smothering 'em in caramel and nuts or somethin'!"

"It wouldn't hurt them to combat that sweetness with something a little healthier, Ez!" Phineas objected with a shrug, as the family passed through the crypt and out into the park itself, with Lon practically vibrating with excitement as he looked out at the park, all glittering and aglow with greens, purple, and oranges, shining string lights in the shapes of pumpkins and bats, and costumed characters of the more villainous sort walking around, giving playful scares to the mortal guests, all of whom were giggling and squealing with delight over the booming, bouncy music.

[papillon-stories]

Go Eunhyuk x reader ꕥ Argument headcanons ꕥ

OMG, I'm so sorry... ! 🫣 I was so caught up with classes and work!

I’m not blind to the requests you sent me, I just paused everything because these last few months were so intense. But I feel like writing about Eunhyuk is my only pleasure of the day (in my era delulu)

But I didn't give up, ehehe. In the meantime, here's a little headcanon, hoping you'll like it. I love you all! Please have an Eunhyuk in your life, it's important for your well-being.

Happy reading !

Warning : No warning, just a lot of fluff and broken English

He hates arguing with his s/o.

Most of the time, he is the mature one in the relationship. Most of the time.

Eunhyuk is generally very calm and not the type to start a fight, but he also has a bit of a temper.

In truth, arguments with Eunhyuk are very rare because he keeps a lot to himself, but like in any couple, arguments happen.

If something is bothering you, he will give you time to confide in him.

He wants to resolve the problem, but he tries to think about it on his own before discussing it with you.

It's important for him to understand the problem on his own (poor guy, he's going to get gray hairs from it).

If he can't find the solution himself and he sees that you're taking time to confide in him despite clearly showing your annoyance about something he might have done or said, he will eventually ask you directly what bothered you (at the right moment).

Generally, during a big argument, he prefers to leave if he feels his temper rising.

He doesn't avoid conflict, but he doesn't want to regret saying something mean out of anger.

Eunhyuk knows where it hurts, and when he's annoyed, he has a hard time holding back his words.

He can be very direct and straightforward.

He will take the time to calm down and come back to you when he's no longer heated.

You communicate a lot, and he doesn't want to be someone who leaves his significant other sad or angry at him... he doesn't want to be like his father.

Eunhyuk always takes your feelings into consideration and respects you a lot.

Because communication is good, but without understanding, it's useless.

If something annoys or saddens you, he won't dismiss your feelings and will simply try to fix it.

For him, there's always a solution.

Like you pointed out that this girl was crazy about him? She's already non-existent in his eyes.

But sometimes he finds your random outbursts of anger toward him amusing.

He finds it cute and doesn't take them too seriously.

"Why are you laughing? I'm serious."

There are no real reasons to be angry with each other.

Maybe out of jealousy?

YES ! In a relationship, he has no reason not to be honest with his feelings.

If something annoys him, he will probably take his time to talk to you about it.

He has enough trust in you to know that you won't hurt his feelings.

Despite his attitude, Eunhyuk is someone who thinks a lot.

He constantly questions himself.

The truth is, he will distance himself from you to sort out his thoughts because he knows that talking about it in the heat of the moment can escalate things.

You will notice his change and decide to talk to him about it.

Again, the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

But he knows that sometimes his silence can hurt more than harsh words, so he will come back quickly.

The best thing about your arguments is your reconciliations!

You cherish your relationship.

If he acted poorly, he will be the first to come to you and timidly apologize.

Conversely, if you are at fault, he will wait for you to take the first step.

He doesn't really expect apologies; he just wants you to understand his point of view.

Depending on the severity of the argument, he might ignore you at first.

Again, he needs time; he is constantly reflecting when it comes to you.

But he will never push you away if you come to make peace.

In essence, arguments are rare, but when they happen, you know how to handle them.

Thank you for reading ! Do you have any suggestions ? :)

[songbirdseung]

moments / kim sunoo

synopsis: just random fluff moments with your favorite person

pairing: kim sunoo x reader

warnings: tooth rotting sweetness, written in 3rd person

wc: 2.9k

Here's to my sunoo stans who don't get the justive they deserve

"Is there any moments that are your favorite?" the interviewer asking sunoo, hoping to get any information on sunoo's relationship that was just announced to the public.

"I love every moment I get to have with yn but if I had to name a few..." that's when he started to go into his own little world and reminisce on the times he's had with you.

I. Questioning Your Relationship:

Yn sat on the grassy hill, the sun shining brightly overhead as a light breeze played with their hair. Lost in the melody of "Never Gonna Give You Up," they hummed the tune, unaware of Sunoo's approach until he sat down beside them.

"What was it that made me fall for you, again?" Sunoo asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Yn paused their humming, turning to look at him with a grin. "My undeniable charm and dazzling wit, of course."

Sunoo chuckled, reaching over to intertwine their fingers. "I think it might've been your terrible taste in music."

Yn gasped in mock offense, nudging him playfully. "Hey, Rick Astley is a classic!"

"True," Sunoo conceded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Yn's cheek. "But I think I fell for you because of moments like this, just being together, enjoying the simple things."

Yn felt their heart swell with affection, leaning into his touch. "Well, get ready for a lifetime of terrible music and simple moments, because I'm never gonna give you up."

Sunoo laughed, pulling Yn closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

II. You Feel Like Home

On their anniversary, Yn decided to surprise Sunoo with a homemade dinner, despite their usual lack of culinary expertise.

In the kitchen, pots and pans clattered as Yn attempted to follow the instructions, occasionally pausing to consult their phone or taste-test a sauce with a dubious expression. Sunoo, sensing the chaos from the living room, couldn't resist peeking in to see what was happening.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Sunoo teased, leaning against the doorway with a grin.

Yn turned, a faint blush dusting their cheeks. "Just attempting to make us a fancy dinner for our anniversary," they admitted sheepishly.

Sunoo's eyes softened with affection as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Yn from behind. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, you know. Just being with you is special enough for me."

Yn leaned back into his embrace, smiling at his reflection in the kitchen window. "I know, but I wanted to do something special for you. Besides, how hard can cooking be, right?"

As the evening progressed, the kitchen filled with the aroma of their culinary experiment. Despite a few mishaps along the way, they managed to put together a meal that, while not quite gourmet, was made with love.

Sitting down at the table adorned with candles and flowers, Yn and Sunoo shared a laugh as they sampled their creation. It might not have been perfect, but in that moment, surrounded by warmth and affection, it was the most delicious meal they had ever tasted.

III. Where It All Started

Yn had been harboring a massive crush on Sunoo for what felt like forever. Every time they were around him, their heart raced, their palms grew sweaty, and coherent sentences seemed to flee from their mind. But despite their best efforts to flirt, they couldn't seem to muster up the courage to confess their feelings.

Fortunately, Yn had a group of friends who were not only aware of their crush but were also massive shippers of the potential romance.

One day, as Yn sat with the Enhypen in their favorite café, they couldn't resist stealing glances at Sunoo, who was engrossed in a book at the opposite end of the table.

Jake, ever observant, nudged Yn with a mischievous grin. "You should totally ask him to join you for a movie night this weekend. It's the perfect opportunity to cozy up together."

Sunghoon chimed in, "And you can make sure to pick a romantic movie. You know, to set the mood."

Jay added with a wink, "And don't forget the popcorn. Extra butter."

Yn blushed furiously, but they couldn't deny the appeal of the plan. With a nod of determination, they resolved to follow their friends' advice.

That weekend, armed with a carefully curated movie selection and an abundance of popcorn, Yn nervously invited Sunoo over for a movie night. To their relief, he accepted with a smile, and soon they found themselves snuggled up on the couch, bathed in the glow of the TV screen.

As the movie played, Yn stole glances at Sunoo, heart pounding in their chest. And to their delight, they noticed him mirroring their actions, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual.

IV. I Love You

Yn's heart raced as they gathered the courage to speak the words they had been holding back for so long.

"You know I love you, right?" they finally confessed, their voice barely above a whisper.

Sunoo's eyes softened, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I hope so, otherwise this whole relationship will get really awkward," he replied, his tone teasing but filled with warmth.

With a contented sigh, they buried their face in the crook of Sunoo's neck, feeling a sense of peace settle over them.

V. My Support System

Sunoo sat hunched over his desk, the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating the darkened room. He had been up late, grappling with a particularly tricky melody for a new song, his thoughts a jumble of notes and lyrics.

Lost in his creative process, he was startled when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Yn standing there, a comforting smile on their face as they held out a steaming cup of tea.

"I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Yn said softly, their eyes filled with concern. "Thank you," he murmured, touched by Yn's thoughtfulness.

With a tender kiss on the top of his head, Yn settled into the chair beside him, offering their support without a word. Together, they worked side by side, Yn offering encouragement and feedback as Sunoo poured his heart and soul into the music.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Sunoo played the final notes of his song, a sense of accomplishment flooding through him. Turning to Yn, he couldn't help but smile, grateful for their unwavering support.

"Couldn't have done it without you," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. Yn smiled back, their eyes sparkling with pride. "Anytime," they replied.

VI. Furniture Shopping

Sunoo sighed as he surveyed the sorry state of his dorm's couch, its once sturdy frame now marred by broken legs thanks to the mischievous antics of his fellow members. With a resigned shake of his head, he turned to Yn, who had volunteered to help him pick out a replacement.

"Well, I guess it's time to go furniture shopping," Sunoo said with a wry smile, trying to make light of the situation.

And so, armed with a list of furniture stores, Sunoo and Yn set out on their quest. They wandered through showroom after showroom, testing out various couches of all shapes and sizes. Some were too stiff, others too lumpy, but finally, they stumbled upon the perfect one.

It was love at first sit. The couch was plush and inviting, with cushions so soft that they seemed to envelop them in a warm embrace. Sunoo and Yn sank into its depths, letting out simultaneous sighs of contentment.

"This is it," Sunoo declared, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned back against the cushions.

Yn nodded in agreement, their smile mirroring Sunoo's. "Definitely. It's like sitting on a cloud." For a moment, they simply sat there, enjoying the comfort of the new couch and the quiet companionship of each other.

VII. Accidents

Yn winced as they shifted on the couch, their ankle throbbing with pain despite the comforting weight of the cast encasing it. They had been laid up with a sprained ankle for what felt like an eternity, forced to rely on crutches to get around and feeling more than a little frustrated with their immobility.

Sunoo, ever the supportive boyfriend, sat beside them, a sympathetic expression on his face as he watched Yn struggle with their discomfort. Determined to lift their spirits, he reached for a marker and carefully began to doodle little hearts on Yn's cast.

"What are you doing?" Yn asked, their curiosity piqued by Sunoo's sudden burst of creativity.

"Just trying to make your cast a little more stylish," Sunoo replied with a grin, his hand moving deftly as he added more hearts to the design.

Yn couldn't help but smile at his efforts, the simple gesture warming their heart despite the pain in their ankle. As Sunoo continued to doodle, they leaned against him, grateful for his presence and the comfort of his touch.

"Thanks," Yn murmured, their voice soft with appreciation.

Sunoo glanced up from his artwork, his eyes meeting Yn's with a tender gaze. "Anything for you," he replied, his tone filled with sincerity.

VII. YN To The Rescue

Yn slipped out of bed, determined to satisfy Sunoo's hunger pangs. They quickly threw on a hoodie and sneakers, grabbing their keys and wallet before heading out into the cool night air.

The streets were quiet and deserted as Yn made their way to the nearest convenience store, their steps quickening with each passing minute. Finally, they reached their destination and hurried inside, scanning the aisles until they found what they were looking for: tteokbokki, Sunoo's favorite late-night snack.

Grabbing a few packs of the spicy rice cakes, Yn made their way to the checkout counter, their heart racing with anticipation. They couldn't wait to see the look of delight on Sunoo's face when they presented him with his beloved treat.

Minutes later, Yn returned home, the warm glow of the streetlights casting long shadows as they unlocked the door and tiptoed inside.

With a smile, Yn crept into the kitchen, quietly preparing the tteokbokki before placing it on a plate and carrying it to the bedroom. They presented him with the steaming dish, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his favorite snack.

"You didn't have to," Sunoo murmured, touched by Yn's thoughtfulness.

Yn simply shrugged, a fond smile playing on their lips. "Anything for you, especially when it comes to tteokbokki." And as they sat together in the dim light of the bedroom, sharing the spicy rice cakes and laughing softly.

IX. Stuck With You

Sunoo peered out the window, dismay written all over his face as he watched the rain pour down in sheets, drenching the streets outside. It was supposed to be the day of their long-awaited date, but Mother Nature had other plans.

With a sigh, he turned to Yn, who stood beside him, their disappointment palpable. "Looks like our plans are ruined," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Yn nodded, a small frown marring their features. "Yeah, I was really looking forward to it."

But Sunoo wasn't one to let a little rain dampen their spirits. With a mischievous grin, he grabbed Yn's hand, pulling them towards the couch. "Well, since we're stuck indoors anyway, why don't we make the most of it?"

And so, they spent the afternoon huddled together on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows as they delved into the depths of Sunoo's movie collection. Some were classics, others were so bad they were almost unwatchable, but they laughed and joked through them all, their spirits buoyed by each other's company.

As evening approached and the rain showed no signs of letting up, they snuggled closer together on the couch, content to stay cocooned in their little bubble of laughter and love.

X. Bad Decisions

Sunoo's eyes sparkled with excitement as he pointed towards the towering roller coaster, its loops and twists standing out against the vibrant backdrop of the amusement park. "Come on, Yn, let's go on that one!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Yn hesitated for a moment, their stomach twisting with nerves at the sight of the formidable ride. Roller coasters were never their favorite, but they didn't want to disappoint Sunoo, who was practically bouncing with anticipation.

"Okay, let's do it," Yn agreed, forcing a smile as they tried to muster up some courage.

The safety bar clicked into place, trapping them in place as the coaster lurched forward, climbing higher and higher until they were soaring through the air.

Yn's heart pounded in their chest as the coaster hurtled down the first drop, their stomach dropping with it. They gripped the safety bar with white-knuckled intensity, their eyes squeezed shut as they tried to block out the sensation of freefalling.

Beside them, Sunoo whooped with excitement, his laughter mingling with the screams of the other riders. But as the coaster continued its wild journey, Yn's initial bravado began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dread.

By the time the ride came to an end, Yn was a trembling mess, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they stumbled out of their seat. Sunoo looked over at them with concern, his excitement tempered by the realization that Yn hadn't enjoyed the ride as much as he had hoped.

"Are you okay?" Sunoo asked, his voice filled with worry as he reached out to steady Yn.

Yn nodded weakly, their legs feeling like jelly as they leaned against Sunoo for support. "I think I'll stick to the gentler rides from now on," they admitted sheepishly, a weak smile tugging at their lips.

Sunoo wrapped an arm around Yn's shoulders, pulling them close as they made their way out of the amusement park. "That's okay," he said gently, his voice filled with understanding. "As long as we're together, it doesn't matter what rides we go on."

XI. Concert Surprise

Sunoo stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd enveloping him like a warm embrace as he prepared to perform for his adoring fans. The energy in the air was palpable, crackling with excitement and anticipation.

Little did Sunoo know, amidst the sea of faces in the audience, Yn stood front and center, a banner clutched tightly in their hands, their heart pounding with nervous excitement. They had traveled for hours to be here, determined to surprise Sunoo and show him their unwavering support.

As the music filled the air and Sunoo began to sing, Yn's eyes never left him, their heart swelling with pride at the sight of their boyfriend commanding the stage with such confidence and charisma. They held up their banner high, the words "Sunoo, You're Our Star!" emblazoned across it in bold letters, hoping that Sunoo would catch a glimpse of it amidst the sea of fans.

And then, it happened. Sunoo's gaze flickered over the crowd, his eyes locking with Yn's as he spotted the banner waving proudly in the air. A smile spread across his face, his heart swelling with love and gratitude at the sight of Yn, their unwavering support shining bright in the dimly lit arena.

In that moment, Yn felt a rush of overwhelming joy wash over them as Sunoo sang his heart out, pouring his soul into every note. They cheered and applauded with the rest of the crowd, their voice hoarse from shouting Sunoo's name, but they didn't care. They were just happy to be here, to witness Sunoo's talent and passion firsthand, and to show him just how much he meant to them.

After the concert, as Sunoo made his way offstage, he spotted Yn waiting for him, their eyes shining with pride and adoration. Without hesitation, he made a beeline for them, pulling them into a tight embrace as he whispered words of thanks and love into their ear.

"Thank you for being here," Sunoo said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

Yn smiled up at him, their heart overflowing with love. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world," they replied, their voice filled with sincerity.

XII. Fake It Till You Make It

Sunoo and Yn lay in bed side by side, the glow of the TV casting eerie shadows across the room as they tried to shake off the lingering effects of the horror movie they had just watched. Despite their best efforts to appear unaffected, both knew that sleep would be elusive tonight.

"Pretty intense movie, huh?" Sunoo remarked casually, his voice carefully casual as he tried to gauge Yn's reaction.

Yn shrugged nonchalantly, their heart still racing from the adrenaline of the film. "Yeah, it was alright," they replied, their tone equally noncommittal.

Silence settled between them, punctuated only by the faint sounds of the night outside. But despite their attempts to play it cool, both Sunoo and Yn were acutely aware of the tension in the air, the lingering unease that the movie had left behind.

"Are you scared?" Sunoo asked suddenly, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

Yn hesitated for a moment before shaking their head adamantly. "Of course not," they replied, their voice a little too forceful to be convincing.

Sunoo raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Me neither," he said, his voice teasing as he tried to mask his own unease.

But as the minutes stretched into hours and sleep continued to elude them, Sunoo and Yn found themselves drawing closer together, seeking comfort in each other's presence.

And as dawn began to break outside the window, casting a soft glow over the room, Sunoo and Yn finally allowed themselves to relax, the tension of the night slowly fading away.

[blackjackkent]

Jaheira rubs a cloth from her pack slowly along the sleek blade of one of her scimitars and examines its edge with an appraising eye. For a little while she pretends to ignore the small shape creeping around the edge of the fire towards her, but eventually Boo is sitting almost at her knee and she gives the hamster a sidelong glance.

"What is it then, small one?" she says dryly, the pale green pulse of an animal speech spell flaring around her body.

Boo perches up on his back legs and peers up at her with that beady, unreadable stare. Jaheira looks back thoughtfully, raising one eyebrow.

She reflects, not for the first time, that for all that Minsc often seems mad, it is hard to ignore that there is something about the little beast that is more than bestial. The little dark eyes shine with intelligence, and he is the only creature she has ever attempted to speak to with aid of magic that has deliberately not deigned to speak back.

And it is no different today. Boo ignores the spell and simply squeaks once, loudly, then turns and looks back across the fire towards the bedrolls of the camp. Jaheira follows his gaze, and has to resist the urge to smile. Minsc is peering around the edge of one of the tents with an air of stealth that would be more appropriate if he were about half the size that he is.

She has not spoken to him since their argument when they first arrived back from the sewers, and though Boo offers no words, the message is clear. You have grieved him. Will you not clear the air?

"He does not need to hide," she tells Boo softly. "You may tell him so."

Boo squeaks again and scurries off into the shadows.

She returns to the care of her weapons and does not look up when she hears the Rashemaar's heavy footfalls at her side.

"May Minsc sit?" he rumbles.

She smiles slightly. "You feel you must ask permission?"

He drops down at her side and stares into the slowly dying flames. A silence stretches for a few moments before he says haltingly, "I still do not understand all of your anger, Jaheira. But if Minsc has given offense, then he shall not rest until the offense is eased." A pause. "Minsc has lost too many witches. He does not want to lose you."

Jaheira draws a slow breath, lets it out heavily. "You have not lost me, Minsc," she says quietly. "It was I who almost lost you." She frowns. "And I have also lost too much to suffer that lightly."

Minsc looks at her sideways. "But you will not be my Wychlaran," he says. It is not a question, just a flat, tired statement of fact.

She sighs. "Minsc... do you think I did not listen when you spoke to Dynaheir, to Aerie? It was a bond of trust, entered into willingly by both sides. You cannot claim me in such a bond without my knowledge." A pause. "If you wished a place at my side, you should have asked me. Not claimed space within me like a conqueror."

He considers that in silence. "Jaheira, as always, speaks more wisely than Minsc can even think," he agrees after a little while. His mouth draws into a tight line. Then, in a very low voice, he adds, "Minsc has been afraid."

At that, she does lift her head away from her attention on the blades and looks at him directly for the first time. She knows Minsc well enough to know that this is an admission he would make to no one else.

"So many things have changed, Jaheira. I do not remember my time as a stone, for to Minsc it passed like lightning, like a blink - something and then nothing, and then something again but with more itching. Itching and loneliness. Had I a witch she would have soothed both. But I had none... Dynaheir was dead many a long year, and Aerie so far away that Minsc might never see her again..."

She nods slowly. She still remembers the keen, biting emptiness in her chest in the days after Khalid's death - the knowledge that she had been hurt beyond measure and that the one who would have eased the pain was beyond her reach. "You had only me."

"Yes," he answers, and a little more energy comes back into his voice. "And it seemed to Minsc that you must be my new witch, for you were the only one I trusted so, and a Rashemaar without his witch is like Boo without a bit of grain - quite empty." A pause. "Minsc forgot that for Minsc to have a witch, the witch must also have Minsc."

Jaheira smiles slightly and reaches over to rest a hand lightly on his knee. "I will not call myself Wychlaran - but you have me at your side, no matter the name, Minsc," she says quietly. "I did not travel yet again through the Baldurian sewer muck simply to toss you away."

His shoulders relax a little and she can see the slight curve of his lips back into his more accustomed smile. "Good. Minsc is glad to hear it," he says quietly.

For a little while, they sit in companionable silence, watching as the flames slowly drift lower and lower. Boo crawls back out of the shadows, dragging a carrot from the camp supply sack larger than he is; settling between them, he begins to gnaw contentedly on his prize. Jaheira begins to feel some of the tension that has been her constant companion for so many months beginning to bleed away. So much danger still lies ahead... but her friend, at least, is safe again, and that makes such a tremendous difference. He is not one of those she has lost, not yet.

"So," Minsc says abruptly after a little while. "This new monk you travel with. Hector. Tell me of him."

Jaheira stirs, jarred loose from reverie, and has to take a moment to collect her thoughts enough to answer. "A good man, I think," she says slowly after a little while. "He has seen as much in a few months as we did in all our time in Amn, and still stands as straight as he did the day I met him."

Minsc nods. "Minsc sees Rasaad in him," he says gravely.

Jaheira says nothing for a moment. Then she nods. "He has much the same temperament. He says little and sees much. Even when we were closest, Rasaad often said little of what was in his heart, and I think Hector also holds much he does not reveal."

"And he is not quick to catch a joke," Minsc points out with a sudden broad grin. "He said to Minsc that the bond of a Wychlaran sounded only like friendship. At that Minsc laughed, for such a thing should be laughed at, and said that by such a thought, the whole camp is full of my Wychlarans! But the monk did not laugh in turn; Minsc is not sure he saw the jest."

Jaheira grins crookedly. "Perhaps he did not. Certainly that was also a failing in Rasaad at times; perhaps Selunites are not trained in the art of humor." A long pause. "But I like him, Minsc. He is brave in spite of great fear - and good reason for it. He loves fiercely, friend and lover alike. He kills doppelgangers with only his fists. And there are shades of Caden in him, too; I think he would be kind even though it killed him."

Minsc squares his shoulders stoutly. "Then Minsc and Boo shall see to it that it does not kill him, for they shall kick the butts of all by his side." Boo lifts his head, his cheeks fat with a great mouthful of carrot, and gives a muffled squeak.

Jaheira chuckles. "He is in good hands indeed, then."

"Hands and paws," Minsc amends with a wide grin.

"Of course," she says, and grins back. "How could I forget?"

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

HMMM I SAW THOSE DIALOGUE PROMPTS so i'm gonna give u one before i go to bed!

“why can’t i get you out of my head?” with ranboo?? :0

xoxo love u lana take care bb /p <3

i- this is perfect. literally perfect.

i know this fic is long BUT TRUST ME ON THIS ONE !!

"why can't i get you out of my head?"

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ranboo x gn!reader

warnings: brainrotting fluff that will make you want to cry /pos,

definition: everytime you have tried to tell ranboo you admire them by giving hints

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

y/n's pov

where it started !

"Hey Will?" I spoke up into the mic.

Wilbur's voice came through my headphones. "Yes?" he said, taking a sip of his water.

I paused. "I think I'm going to tell Ran I like them."

Since Wilbur's webcam on, I could see him spit out his drink in surprise.

"You- what?! Really?" I nodded, laughing at his response. "That's amazing, Y/n. How are you going to do it?" he asked.

I explained to Will how I was going to slowly compliment him and just make it obvious bit by bit until Ran finally said something.

"That's actually.... really smart." he laughed.

"I know, right?!"

brighton beach !

It was 11:38 pm at night, and my eyes were slowly starting to close. Will had invited the other Sorry Boys and I to come see the Lovejoy gig in Brighton. The show was incredible overall, but the thing that was running through my mind is how I was going to first start the confession mission, as Will and I called it.

All of us were walking down a dark alleyway that was barely lit. Street lights flickering every other minute, and closed shop signs hung on the doors. We finally got to the pier, and walked down to the beach.

Coming down to the beach in Brighton was always a treat, even during the day and it's super busy, or if there's not really "sand", and the beach is just slippery rocks. At night it was especially great, because no one was there except for the occasional teenagers. Everyone else stared at the soft waves crashing against the shore, with the stars glimmering behind it. "What was I looking at?" you might ask. I was looking at the glimmering thing next to me, Ran.

They were looking at the view in front of them, their gray eyes glimmering from the reflection of the stars above. Their hair was fluffy and had streaks of caramel brown from the early morning sun.

I kept looking at them, admiring their features rather than the once in a lifetime view in front of me.

Ran finally turned their head and saw me looking at them, instantly making eye contact with me for a few seconds. He looked back to the waves and fixed their hair.

"Are you going to stare at me or the view of the waves?" he teased, looking back at me once more.

I stared at him for a few seconds, before tilting my head slightly to the right, observing his freckles that painted his cheeks and nose. "Hmm... I think you're much more admirable." I said, confidently.

I looked at them and could see blush tinting their cheeks. I looked over to Wilbur on my left and nodded to him. I mouthed, "Mission accomplished." Wilbur smiled.

on stream !

"Hey chat! It's your favorite human, Y/n here. Today, I'm joined by Ranboo in my lovely kitchen!" I said, smiling into the webcam.

Chat went 100 miles per hour seeing Ranboo and I in the same room. Chat filled up with "y/nboo" and "my favorite streamers!!" or whatever chants they could come up with.

"Chat's really loving this duo, huh?" I smirked. I looked over to Ran. "Might as well have to deliver this duo more, shall we boo?"

I may or may not have especially chosen that nickname on purpose, since it would not only just make them a little flustered, but more flustered since we were streaming.

I kept staring at Ran. They looked at me with surprise in their eyes, but also a scolding look at the same moment. I looked over at chat to see their responses.

user444: WAIT WHAT

user555: DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT???

user10: "BOO"??? WHAATTTTTT [shock]

y/n4life: ahhh my fave duo!!!!

I innocently continued on with the stream, acting like nothing happened. And I swear, I made him blush again. 2 missions accomplished.

on the train !

Ranboo, Tommy, Wilbur, Niki, Jack and I were all on the train on the way to London to record a new vlog. Tommy and Wilbur were on their phones playing some random game, and Niki and Jack were talking about the vlog and stream ideas. Ranboo and I were just sitting next to eachother peacefully, sharing earbuds and listening to music playlists. It's been a couple weeks since the kitchen stream, and I had honestly forgotten entirely about it. I yawned, feeling my eyes slowly close and my head lean against the shaking train window.

Ranboo spoke up next to me. "Y/n, love." Wilbur and Tommy peeked up from their phones and exchanged looks with each other at Ranboo's words. "Your head is going to hurt a fucking lot if you lean against the window."

"There's literally nowhere else to sleep. What the hell am I supposed to do?" I said.

Ranboo faked coughed into his elbow and looked at the other side of the train. He then looked at me giving approval.

I laid my head down on his chest and curled my legs on the chair as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I blushed, hiding my face in his hoodie. Ran then placed his head on the seat, leaning his neck back, somehow being comfortable.

Tommy whispered to the others, thinking we couldn't hear him as we snuggled. "Deffo flerting." he said, getting the others to giggle. I saw Jack and Wilbur take a picture from their phones through the corner of my eye.

"You realize we can hear you, right?" Ranboo spoke up.

confessions !

I was walking down the shore with Ran at night, as he had asked me to come meet him there. I wasn't sure what he wanted, and I was utterly confused.

"Um, Y-y/n? Can we stop here for a second? There's something I need to tell you." Ranboo said, looking up at me with dilated eyes.

I nodded. "Yeah, is everything alright?" I said, taking his hand in mine.

He looked down at our hands and I could see the tip of his ears blush for a few split moments. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in love with you, y/n l/n. I've noticed your little compliments and flirts here and there, from the beach, the stream, on the train. Everywhere. And I can't help but fucking adore it. I've always fucking thought why you can never get out of my head. I truly love you, and if you don't love me back, that's fine. But I can only live with you knowing, no matter what your answer is."

I stared at his eyes. I'm 99% sure someone on TikTok said that a persons eyes dilate when they're in love, and just by telling and looking from his eyes, it seemed true. I looked quickly at his parted lips.

"Yes, I fucking love you too, idiot. I'm the one who flirted with you first!" I spoke back.

Ranboo tilted my head with his fingers, and looked down at my lips and back to my eyes. "May I kiss you?"

"Mhm." I said.

I felt him close the space between us, and I swear, my legs could have gone flat. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled away, and I smiled, leaning my forehead against his.

Let's just say we left a trail of memories on the way.

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[silly-l1ttle-guy]

an old caejose fic I wrote

this is pretty old but i wanted to post it

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Caesar stared out of the window solemnly, watching the sun slowly set as he sighed and closed his eyes while he listened to the sound of the waves crashing against Air Supplena Island.

"Oh, Caesarino~" A British voice came from behind him unexpectantly. Caesar jumped in surprise at the sound of Joseph's voice, who had somehow snuck up behind him and put his hands on the Italian's shoulders. Caesar growled in frustration, then turned to glare at the taller man.

"What could you possibly want, Jojo?" Caesar asked in an irritated voice, his Italian accent laying thickly over his words as he spoke. He glared at Joseph for a few moments, before sighing and looking away.

"What are you doing?" Joseph asked with a grin, standing next to Caesar and looking out of the window curiously.

Caesar groaned at Joseph's question, and leaned on the windowsill, before responding. "If you must know, I was just trying to enjoy the silence, until someone had to come along and ruin it."

Joseph chuckled, looking back over at Caesar with a mischievous grin. Upon looking the blond man beside him, Joseph immediately paused, taking a moment to process just how gorgeous Caesar looked in that moment. The way the light reflected off his emerald eyes made them look like gems, shining brightly in the golden lighting, and the way the gentle breeze coming through the window flowed through his ruffled blond hair made Caesar look breathtaking, while the lighting from the sunset making Caesar's pale skin glow a gentle orange made Joseph's knees weak.

He was gorgeous, like a divine being, born from the sun and the founder of every gem the world has to offer.

Joseph's face turned a few shades pinker as he realized how beautiful the man standing next to him was. How hadn't he realized this before?

"Joseph?" Caesar waved a hand in front of Joseph's face, snapping him out of his trance.

Joseph's eyes widened as he quickly looked away, blushing fiercely. "RIGHT! Sorry, zoned out a little there, teehee," he chuckled nervously.

Caesar sighed and shook head, before smiling slightly and flicking Joseph's forehead. "Of course you did. That's just like you, Jojo," he said with a slight laugh in his voice, clearly amused.

Joseph blushed harder at the sound of Caesar's voice, looking back at his Italian "rival" with a small smile. His laugh was hypnotizing, drawing Joseph in effortlessly. And his voice, too! So soft and sweet, completed by that mesmerizing Italian accent of his; it sounded like a love spell, specifically made for Joseph goddamn Joestar.

The pair of big beefy men stared at each other for a moment in complete silence, with only sound of Joseph's racing heart in his chest. In a moment of pure unfiltered 'I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing', Joseph reached his hand over towards Caesar, brushing a loose strand of hair out of his face. Could Caesar do that himself? Yes. Was he about to? Also yes. Did Joseph care or even give a warning? You bet your pretty little ass he didn't.

"Jojo? What are you-" Caesar was then instantly cut off by Joseph's hand on his cheek, causing the blond man's face to warm up significantly, and yet, he couldn't resist but to lean into Joseph's gentle touch. I think Joseph turned him gay.

"You know... I think- I think I might actually be, uhm, in love with you, Caesar," Joseph hesitantly, blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact with Caesar.

Caesar was silent for a moment, processing Joseph's confession. He had a crush on him for a while, but due to the society they lived in, never got the courage to confess. Instead, the blond tried to distract himself by flirting with any woman he came across, just as he usually did.

After a moment of hesitation, Caesar leaned closer to Joseph, which startled him.

"I'm in love with you too, Joseph," Caesar said shyly, blushing as he spoke. 

After a moment of hesitation, Caesar wrapped his arms around Joseph's waist, pulling him closer to him.

Joseph focused his eyes on Caesar, and the two men simply gazed into each other's eyes for a few seconds, which to them felt like an eternity.

Joseph suddenly glanced down at Caesar's lips, who didn't hesitate to close the gap between them, pressing his soft lips and Joseph's chapped ones as his eyes fluttered shut.

Joseph didn't waste any time to close his eyes, kissing back tenderly. The kiss was long and passionate, yet soft and gentle, like they had both been waiting their entire lives for this exact moment to happen.

And now, after kissing and confessing their love, Joseph and Caesar weren't friends or rivals. Instead, they were just a pair of lovers, embraced in a warm, comforting kiss. After a few moments that felt like entire lifetimes, Caesar pulled back, breaking the kiss as he opened his eyes, smiling as he looked into the pale eyes of a very dazed Joseph.

Joseph snapped out of his daze, blinking as he processed what just happened. He eventually smiled lovingly at Caesar, wrapping his arm around the shorter man's waist as he looked back at the setting sun through the window.

Caesar hummed quietly, resting his head on Joseph's shoulder as they both watched the sunset together, standing there in a comfortable silence.

The two lovers stayed there until the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, then stared up at the stars that were scattered across the dark night sky for a while, before eventually going to bed together.

They never fell out of love, not even after Caesar sacrificed his life for Joseph merely a few days later.

Diavolo watches this whole scene in homophobic disgust before dying, which makes it canon.

[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and To Heal (Part 5)

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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Martin loves his teammates, he really does. They're his brothers in every way but blood. They'll lift him up if he hits a rough patch and keep his feet firmly on the ground when praise from the press threatens to inflate his ego. There's a few of them that are acutely tuned into his moods too, which generally he doesn't think twice about. 

Today however, he'd rather be left alone than have Kieran hovering over his shoulder. The Scotsman has been in Martin's shadow all day, a constant presence that he cannot shake. Today is an individually minded training day, each boy following their own tailored regime in the weights room for the first few hours, meaning Martin expected to be able to work off his mixed emotions. But having Kieran so close is grating on his nerves, until finally he can't stand it. 

"Mate, can I help you?"

Kieran pauses on his machine, brown eyes wide. "Erm, no? I mean I don't need a spot for leg presses so…" Kieran maintains his mask of innocence despite Martin's hard stare, which only further aggravates him. When Kieran flashes Martin a smile that's all teeth, Martin swears under his breath and resets his machine so he can turn to face his friend. 

"Why have you been shadowing me all day? You're like a- a…" Martin searches for the English word, his brain short circuiting. "A flea on a dog's back! I'm trying to work through something here-"

Kieran snaps his fingers and leans forward, "there! That's exactly what I've been waiting for- an admission! All week you've been off mate, everyone can tell. I'm just the unlucky one that got nominated to figure out why!"

Martin rolls his eyes. His lads are busy bodies. If they could mind their own business, Martin wouldn't feel so shitty because he might actually be able to process his things properly. Instead he's ended up more frustrated, because Kieran won't give him an inch to breathe. 

Yes, it's true. Martin has been quiet lately, keeping to himself more than usual. He isn't surprised that the team has picked up on it. He hasn't done anything to hide it. He's allowed Kieran to take over team talks instead of himself; anyone with half a brain would recognize his out of character behavior. That doesn't mean he's about to pour out the contents of his wilted heart to Kieran in the middle of a training session though. 

"I'm fine Kieran." Martin's response is a touch too firm, causing Kieran's eyebrows to shoot up. Martin draws a deep breath and dials it back, forcing a smile, "really, I'm fine mate. It's nothing I need to discuss, I'm working through it on my own."

Of course, being Martin's best friend means Kieran can see straight through his cheesecloth lie. It also means Kieran can read Martin like a book, thus knowing when it's best to leave an issue alone. So Kieran simply nods, murmurs a soft, 'I'm here if you need me' and continues on with his day. 

Once Kieran moves to another machine, the rubber band around Martin's chest eases enough for him to breathe properly. It allows him room to think and reflect. He needs to clear his head… which is part of the issue. 

Martin's head is a mess because you muddle his thoughts. It's gotten to the point that he can't walk outside and see the sun without thinking about you, and that terrifies Martin. 

He hasn't felt this way about anyone since the day he met Maria. She became the center of Martin's world from the moment he laid eyes on her, only shifting to make room for Atla when she was born. For three years his girls shared equal space in his heart, until fate stepped in and ripped one of them out of the picture. 

It took Atla a long time to understand what happened. Martin honestly isn't positive she understands now, actually. The weeks immediately following Maria's passing were the hardest. Each night Atla would ask for her mummy to tuck her in and listen to a story that Martin would read, and each night Martin had to gently remind her that mummy wasn't there. Martin lost count of how many times he'd told her 'Mum's in the sunset now søta, she's watching over you even if you can't see her'. Through it all, Atla rarely cried, thank god- a three year old doesn't truly know how to process grief after all. If Atla had shed tears, Martin isn't sure he would have survived. 

For two years, Martin has thrown all his energy into being a father. Anything he has to spare goes into being Arsenal's captain, and he thinks he's doing a pretty damn good job of balancing both. The learning curve was steep, and he still discovers new nuances about being a better parent nearly every day. The fathers on his team have been his backbone, though none of them understand the full weight he bears on his own shoulders. At the end of the day, they have partners to lean on. Martin only has himself. 

The scary part is, he's beginning to wonder if he's meant to be a single parent forever. He's found himself caught between a rock and a hard place: continuing to remain a loving, loyal widow, or chasing his own potential happiness. It feels like a betrayal to even consider letting someone new occupy his heart the way Maria had, but at the same time he wonders if it's fair to Atla to allow her to grow up without a maternal figure to guide her. He's not stupid; one day Atla will have questions he can't answer himself, ones that only a woman can answer properly. No matter how much research he conducts or how much he prepares himself, he will never experience the world the same way a woman might. 

Is he robbing Atla of a fundamental right, the right to grow up with a mum at her side? Everything he does is for Atla, for his daughter- is he being selfish by cutting himself off from the chance to find love?

"Oi Martin! Come on, we're headed to the pitch!"

For now, his questions will remain unanswered. He has a job to do, and he takes that job seriously. Martin quickly cleans up his mess and wipes down his machine before following the rest of his team outside for some small group drills, which is one of his favorite activities. 

Martin leads a round of keep away, passing back and forth in a small circle whilst Saka tries to intercept. It takes his mind off of anything you related, which comes as a welcome realization. Martin laughs with his friends, doubling over to clutch his stomach when Saka falls flat on his back after tripping over the ball. It feels good to be his normal self again, not having to worry about anything except the task at hand. 

The end of their session comes sooner than Martin expects. He showers and organizes his cubby, preferring things to be neat when tours come through. Then he makes his rounds to chat with the staff to ensure everyone knows they're an important part of the team in his eyes. Eventually he can't stall any longer and he is forced to head out to pick up Atla from school. 

There is a pit in his stomach as he pulls up to the limestone building. Pick up is simultaneously the part of his day that he dreads and that he looks forward to most. On one hand, pick up means he gets the rest of the night with his family. On the other hand, he has to see you, which is both a blessing and a curse. 

The gymnasium is on the opposite side of the school but he always parks out front, preferring to walk the halls and chat a bit when he can. Today he chats less, intent on seeing his daughter as soon as he can. He whistles quietly as he walks, smiling when he hears Atla clock his tune. 

"Papa's here!"

Martin is already crouched when she comes barreling over to wrap her little arms around his neck to squeeze him in a bear hug. At last Martin feels the remaining bits of his troubles melt away thanks to his daughter. She is the center of his world, and being with her makes him feel at home. 

"Hallo søta, did you learn lots today?" It takes everything in him to not immediately look up and meet your eyes. Martin still isn't sure how to act around you; he'd extended an olive branch in the form of chocolates and tulips and he is patiently waiting for you to reciprocate his energy. Until then, he is determined to leave you be.

"So much! I had a fun day- David tried chasing me on the playground but don't worry papa, I made sure he knew I wouldn't let him!" 

"She was very adamant," you say, your sweet voice drawing Martin's attention. Your smile is the first thing he truly notices. The next is the way you fiddle with the badge hanging around your neck, and the third is the way you shift your weight from one foot to the other. 

Martin tips his head and speaks before he can filter himself. "Those boots are new, they look nice. I feel like I've seen those in the window at Harrods, no?"

"Oh, um- yes actually, they were an early birthday treat to myself actually. I saw them and couldn't resist!" 

Martin would love to unpack that, so he smiles at Atla. "Go clean up your coloring things, lille venn, okay? Go on, don't make Miss. Sunshine clean up your mess!"

Once Atla is out of earshot, Martin stands to his full height and smiles. "Happy early birthday. I suppose I'll have to get you something, seeing as you do so much for Atla."

"Oh, you really don't need to Martin! I appreciate you just wishing me a happy birthday. That's really more than enough."

Martin's heart sings when you address him by name. It amazes him how something as simple as hearing you speak his name can set a flurry of butterflies loose in his stomach. 

"I'd like to get you something, if you're alright with that? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable. From one friend to another?"

There it is, another try with the olive branch. Martin silently prays you'll accept it, because in honesty he still isn't sure how he feels about this whole thing and he wants some sort of confirmation that he isn't committing a match-ending foul. 

It takes you a minute, but Martin exhales when you nod. "I think that's fine, friends give each other presents all the time… friends also come to birthday parties, yeah?"

Your voice is soft as clouds and your eyes are tentative as they search his face. Martin is certain you pick up on his amazement. You must, because you've stunned him into silence. Martin isn't a man who is silent often. 

"Mar?"

Oh, faen. Not that name.

It's as if you reached into his consciousness and plucked out the one surefire way to sink yourself into his heart. He hasn't allowed anyone to call him Mar since his wife had passed because it never felt right. But now? Martin finds himself smiling despite the twinge of bittersweet memories. 

"Yes. I'll come if you let me know the details. Friends… friends attend birthday parties, that's a friendly thing."

Martin is falling hard. Guilt gnaws at him despite the excitement that washes over him when you grin, clearly feeling much the same as he is. Your smile quiets the war in his head temporarily, reducing the cacophony of noise to a whisper in the background. 

Amazing. Absolutely amazing that you have such an effect on him. He's lived with that noise for years and in seconds, you've dulled it to nothing. 

"I'll see you there." You bite your lip and tuck your hands behind your back, which is somehow the most endearing thing. "It's at that same bar you saw me at last month, this Friday. You don't have to drink or anything I promise, I know you have a match on Sunday!"

"I'll be there, I promise." It's as if Martin is seeing you for the first time. The way the sun filters through the skylight and illuminates the gentle planes of your face mesmerizes him. He notes the little curve of your lips that grows the longer he stares. Beautiful with a selfless soul- that's how he'd describe you. 

"Papa, I'm all done!" 

Atla shatters the moment when she tugs on Martin's sleeve. She's too adorable to be upset with, so Martin gives her a pass and offers you an apologetic smile which you accept with a wave of your hand. Martin scoops up Attie with little effort, propping her on his hip and kissing her rosy cheek. 

"Say goodbye to Miss. Sunshine," Martin prompts, smiling when Atla does just that. "I'll see you tomorrow," he adds, that same smile playing on his lips. 

"Tomorrow for sure, and then Friday evening."

"Wouldn't miss it, søta."

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"Kieran, I need you to watch Attie on Friday."

"Uhh sure mate, what for? It's pretty short notice, but you're lucky I don't have anything planned." 

"Shut up mate- if you had plans you wouldn't let any of us hear the end of it." 

Kieran drops his weights to the padded floor. The resulting thud rumbles through Martin's bones, "Okay, for one, that's harsh even if it is true. And second, why am I watching Attie? I mean I love her and I have no problem doing it, but what's so important that you'd leave her with me?"

Martin knows he can be honest with Kieran. He's probably the one person who won't ever judge him. Regardless, Martin wants to keep this secret for a little longer, at least until he sees how Friday goes. 

"I'm just going out with some friends. You're sure you can watch Atla? I can make you up a list of what to do."

Kieran chuckles, "Mate, it's not my first time watching my goddaughter. I got this! Bedtime is eight on the weekends, no television an hour before bed, and�� Friday isn't a bath night so that makes my job easy! I'll plunk her down with a set of coloring books and some blank pages and we can go wild, it'll be fun!"

"Alright yeah, that seems fair. Just don't let her have too much-"

"Sugar, yes Martin I am aware!" Kieran waves a hand flippantly, "I know what I'm doing like I've said! Just have some fun doing whatever secret mission you've got, you need to loosen up a little."

"I do not-" Martin begins to snap, but then notes Kieran's amused smile and stops himself. Martin forces himself to breathe and unwind before finishing, "I do not need to loosen up, I'm doing just fine thank you." 

"Sure mate if you say so- you're just going out with 'friends' that aren't at Arsenal, nothing odd about that!"

Again with Kieran being annoyingly perceptive. Martin is beginning to think having a best mate is more trouble than it's worth. Kieran is lucky Martin loves him because in the end, having Kieran around is more beneficial than it is a nuisance. 

Once a time for drop off is agreed upon, the two part ways. Martin only has two days to come up with an outfit that's acceptable for a night out but also doesn't scream 'I'm trying to show off in front of all your friends', which is a struggle. Considering his closet is filled with basic t-shirts and designer jackets with no real in-between, he'll have to head out after training and buy something. 

The only issue is Martin has no clue what's what when it comes to fashion. Kieran at least has some sort of idea of what's trendy and looks good…

Martin sighs and heads back over to Kieran, "Mate, are you free tonight to help me shop?"

"Shop for what?" Kieran feigns innocence as he finishes up his set of curls. "Food? Because I'd think you pay someone to do that for you. At least that's what most of us lads do!"

"Don't make this hard for me, you know what I mean Kieran." Forcing Martin to voice things he isn't ready to is like pulling teeth. Not only is he reluctant to do so, but it's also incredibly painful and Martin would prefer to keep it to himself. And for some reason, Martin feels oddly protective over you, as if letting Kieran know it's you he's going on a pseudo-date with will allow Kieran to sweep you out from under him. For now, Martin feels safer with a cloak of mystery to protect him. 

Kieran clears his throat and drags Martin into the present. "Right, sorry mate. I'm free and I'd be happy to help you shop for something to wear- you'll have to give me some details though? What sort of place you're going to, as a bare minimum. I can't have you showing up to a steakhouse in Dunks, you know?"

Martin nods. That much he is comfortable sharing. "It's just a club, so nothing fancy. I just don't normally do casual? So I only have really casual, and I don't think that's appropriate. I'd like to impress the people that are gonna be there."

Kieran nods, thinking for a minute. The grin that lights up Kieran's face has Martin's head racing with thoughts of what the Scotsman might be up to. 

"I know just the place, mate. Bring your credit cards cause it's gonna be expensive!"

**********

"Babe! What did I tell you?! Don't get involved with him- and you just straight up went against everything I said!"

"I know I did Jen!" Your pacing is nearly wearing holes in the circular orange carpet in the center of her room. You've walked the perimeter of your self-imposed prison cell at least a dozen times in the past ten minutes whilst enduring a well-deserved lecture from your friend. "Look, why can't I be friends with him? There's no rule against that in the ethics handbook is there? I'm just fostering positive relationships between myself and the parents of my students!"

"Oh, that reads like a textbook. Babes, you know why you can't do that. You'll catch feelings! Hell, you caught feelings for that writer at the Starbucks down the street for your flat and you never spoke a single word to him. You think you can be friends with Martin 'I'm the best looking single dad ever' Ødegaard and not feel a thing?"

Was it a foolish decision to invite Martin to your birthday gathering? Obviously. It isn't your fault that he's too damn charming and irresistible. You hadn't expected Jen to be over the moon with your idea, but you had crossed your fingers in hopes of her supporting you. 

"Okay, maybe I made a mistake-"

"You think?!"

"-but realistically what's the worst that could happen? Technically Attie isn't my student, so there's nothing that says Mar and I can't be involved."

Jen rakes a hand through her hair, her blue highlighter leaving a streak behind. "I mean technically you'd be fine, but if the other parents found out, who knows what they'd do? The entire school is filled with Mum's constantly lusting over that man- all it takes is one of them getting a touch too jealous and spreading some terrible rumor for things to go ass over tits."

You hate it when Jen is right. The fantasy you cooked up in your head is much more favorable than the reality she's just whacked you upside the head with. You deflate, finally ceasing your feet long enough to sit cross legged on the carpet. 

"Look Jen, I don't even think he's interested in me like that anyway. He's got this trauma, I can see it in his eyes- he just feels… broken hearted. I think he needs a friend to lean on, someone outside of Arsenal. Like a new perspective, you know? Maybe I can be that for him."

At this point, you're grasping at straws to invent a reason why this is a semi-acceptable idea. In truth you're being selfish, wanting to see if you can sus out how Martin feels beneath that steely armor he wears. You can chalk it up to your teachers instincts; seeing people struggling silently isn't something you can sit by and tolerate without trying to help. You don't have it in you to watch Martin continue to come in and paint on a happy face for his daughter when you've noticed flashes of something much more troubled beneath the surface. 

"For the record, I hate this idea." 

"I know you do, Jen. But you going along with it is exactly why I love you." You hold up one finger, pleading with your eyes for her to hear you out. "One outing, that's all I ask. You'll be there the entire time to keep me in check, totally supervised and everything."

Jen shakes her head, taking her time in answering to ensure her discontent is well noted. "I'm only doing this because I love you. One outing- and I'm not letting you drink until he's gone. You get all touchy when you have tequila and I know that's what you'll wind up having."

You break into a cheek-splitting grin that is impossible to hide even if you wanted to, "that's a deal. Have I told you I love you?"

"Not nearly as often as you should, considering how much I risk for you on a daily basis. Now go home and pick out an outfit, let me grade in peace."

"Trust me, I've got just the thing in mind."

[redstringraven]

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25 & 16 was for nyxram

>:D aaa, thank you so much!!! appreciate it! 💜

edgy/misc OC ask meme

16) what is your OC's pain tolerance like?

i imagine it's disturbingly high... to what's, like, probably an unhealthy amount. triceratons are tanks as a whole already*--due to their size, thick skin, and high-temperature tolerance--and here you have one who likely finds more nostalgia in certain pains than she does foods, smells or music (she didn't even grow up with access to music, so). yeah, nyxram is definitely one of those people where like. if you shoot her, you better know it's going to kill her. otherwise all you'll have managed to do is irritate her at best and piss her off at worst. she's not going to go down unless she's either dead or her body just physically gives out on her. which, again: not easy to do with triceratons in general. ...nyx could be standing in the meeting room bleeding from her side and be more concerned with excusing herself so she doesn't stain the floor or equipment than, y'know. the fact she has an open wound in her side. *they're hella nerfed in-series imo, and i'm gonna blame that on zanramon because he's there; don't @ me (lh)

25) what is your favorite thing about your OC?

gosh... i have a few, but for brevity i think i'll say: i love that she's a morally-gray character and also that because of the background i've given her, it's given me an opportunity to play with different approaches to triceraton combat and weaponized tech. like, post-rebellion nyx struggles with falling into old habits or old ways of thinking; she finds herself eavesdropping on her squad or traximus when she's quietly seeking '''moral guidance'''. she's a person who grew up in extreme isolation with, essentially, two serial-killers-for-hire as parents/teachers, raised and forged to kill. she had enough of a compass to realize she wanted out of that life, but now that she's out? she's having to learn, relearn, and unlearn all sorts of things. and there're times she falters; close as they've gotten, she and traximus butt heads about plenty of things. trax often wants to do things right. nyx often wants to get them done. it can be a lot of fun to think about how she might have moments of pause and internal struggle when it comes to choosing to listen to traximus or a squad member over something and trust their judgement, or if she chooses to solve the problem in a way she knows "worked" for her in the past. she hasn't been 'fixed' or made 'right' now that the external conflict of the old republic and rebellion has passed. the internal conflict is still very much there, and it's an interesting thing to get to explore. as for the combat/tech elements, i'm still trying to re-design nyx's suit to better reflect her as an assassin while also leaning a bit more into a scifi greek/roman-inspired look instead of something more based in the triceraton soldier's uniform, personalized tech included. i also want her to have a very distinct way she holds herself when ""working"" that makes her appear even more alien compared to the postures of triceraton soldiers. like, the ones we see in-series hold themselves similarly to how soldiers as we know them might--straight posture, kinda stiff, upright, grounded footing, etc. but when i picture nyxram, i tend to see her with her weight more on her toes/balls of her feet, and her posture slightly hunched with a wider stance. ...more 'dinosaur' or bird-like elements to her gait, presence, and overall silhouette, making her intimidating in a new and different way. "i've never seen a triceraton move like that", other races might mutter. ...some triceratons, too.

[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Prime of His Youth: Book I: Forging His Own Path: Ch11: Atomic

Jack heard the sound of a helicopter landing outside. He meant to turn, but paused at strangeness of it becoming common for him. He put down his hawk and trowel and stood up, stretching.

* * *

Jack walked out of the garage. Sirenia transformed, took a few steps towards him, and knelt down. "Mr. Darby."

"You really don't need to do that every time."

"What would you like me to do?" she asked.

"Stand up, stick out your chest plate." Jack replied without thinking. All it took was a moment's reflection to realize it might have not have been the best phrasing. She quickly stood up and did that in an extremely overexaggerated fashion. Jack breathed in deeply, trying his best not to sigh. "More naturally. I don't want you to fall over."

"Falling over would mean you can't serve your master." June said as she walked up. Jack gave her a fearful look, "She's an employee." June stated. "Though, maybe you should decide on working hours."

"I can work how ever many milicycles you have in a day." Sirenia proudly stated.

"Our days have 24 hours." June stated.

"Which is about half of Cybertronian days."

"Hours are divided into 60 minutes and 60 seconds." June stated.

"Understood." Sirenia proudly stated. "What should I do for you?"

"Right now we're plastering." Jack stated. "I'll show you how to do it inside."

"And then you can give her a bath." June added.

"Wait, me?" Jack asked.

"She's your servant." June stated, "She's going to have to learn how to do everything here."

"I... could ask Arcee..." Jack stated, and his mother just smiled at him.

"Or?.." June asked.

"Do - it myself?" Jack asked.

"Or, I don't know, ask me." June stated, and Jack immediately dropped his head.

Arcee sped up and reverted beside Sirenia. "So, you figure it out?" Arcee asked.

"Figure out?.." Sirenia asked.

"If there's anyone that can stop Jack from doing something, it's his mother."

"And Megatron." Sirenia simply stated.

"Tsk." Arcee replied, and Sirenia looked at her curiously, "Not as much as you might think."

"What?" Sirenia asked, "I mean, I'm sorry." she bowed before Jack, "I meant no disrespect."

"I... actually spared his life once." Jack stated. "Still not sure if I regret it..."

Sirenia stood completely still, her eyes completely unfocused.

"I told you he was amazing." Arcee said, "Not just for me, but for Earth and Cybertron. And that's not even half of the story."

"What's the other half?" Sirenia asked.

"I hate to say this, but you're not ready to hear it." Arcee replied. "Right now we can just focus on teaching you how to Human."

Sirenia then bowed towards Arcee. "Thank you, so much."

"What?" Arcee sharply asked, "It won't be me. I'm still learning the basics. It will be these two." she said, and gestured to Jack and June.

"A great warrior that retires to... far?.."

"Farming." Arcee stated, "And I'm the soldier. He's the general."

"I'm a what?" Jack asked.

"Wait until we tell her what you actually are."

"That was for like a month." Jack stated.

"That's more than what most of us are." Arcee added.

* * *

Jack stood up and stretched, looking around. "Have a look at that, mom." Jack said to her, the femmes also turning to look at him.

June brushed her hands off and walked over to her son, turning to see what he was seeing, and it made her eyes moist. It made it look so much more warm and inviting. The light just flowed about the room. She was not sure about moving there until this moment.

"Is she alright?" Sirenia asked.

"It's a Human thing I'm still getting used to." Arcee stated.

"I'm so happy." June sniffled.

"Should we do anything?" Sirenia asked.

"Get cleaned up." Jack stated. "Tomorrow we can come back for the next layer."

"How many layers will there be?" Sirenia asked.

"We'll have to see how it dries tomorrow." Jack stated. "And now that we've got the first layer down, the rest should be a lot easier."

"If I might ask?," Sirenia asked, "when did you get so good at plastering?"

"Good?" Jack asked.

"You know, you could take a compliment once in a while." June chided him.

"He could," Arcee added, "but would he really be Jack?"

"That is a good point." June said with a brilliant smile. "Unfortunately, tomorrow I have to get back to work. I'll leave the rest to you guys."

"Jack's mine." Arcee said to Sirenia, "You can follow us back to the house."

"Understood, mistress." she said, and bowed, causing Arcee to tsk.

* * *

June parked her car in the driveway and climbed out before closing and locking it. Behind her Arcee stopped in the street. She transformed, ending up with Jack in her hands. She kissed him on the lips before putting him down. The two stepped onto the grass as Sirenia landed on the road behind them, transforming at the last moment and landing on her feet. "You will have to teach me to do that."

"You can practice transforming with a sack of potatoes or something." Arcee stated.

"And the other thing." Sirenia stated.

Arcee glared at her. June eventually spoke up, "Typically only done between sparkmates."

"Noted." Sirenia stated.

"'I'll go and shower." June voiced.

"Wasn't there something else you promised to do?" Jack asked, and June turned around and scowled at him.

"Fine, but you probably don't want to see your mother in a bikini carwash, so I'll get my old one-piece."

"What is a bikini?" Sirenia asked.

"It's a swim suit." Arcee stated.

"And a swimsuit is?" Sirenia asked.

"Humans wear them when they go swimming."

"Purposefully?" Sirenia asked, "I don't see any flippers or gills. I also have not seen any major bodies of water."

Jack breathed in deeply and sighed.

"Humans are strange creatures." Arcee uttered.

* * *

Arcee and Sirenia stood outside the house, "So?" Sirenia asked, "One-piece is pretty self-explanatory, but what is a bikini?"

"Something Jack likes looking at." Arcee simply stated, "What bikini actually means is beyond me."

* * *

Jack walked out in swim trunks, while June walked out in a one-piece.

"What does bikini actually mean?" Sirenia asked.

"It's a small, two piece swimsuit." June said.

"And why is it called a bikini?" Sirenia asked.

"Hm?" June asked.

"Bikini atoll." Jack stated.

"Wait, what?" Arcee asked.

"What is the significance of this atoll?" Sirenia asked. "Is it a good place to swim?"

"It was the first testing ground for nuclear weapons." Jack stated.

"It's what?" June asked, "That's literally what bikinis are named after?"

"It was originally called The Atom." Jack stated, and June's eyes opened incredibly wide.

"That actually makes sense." Arcee uttered.

"You named your swimsuits after nuclear weapons?" Sirenia asked.

"Maybe that's why I like this planet so much?" Arcee asked.

June's eyes found focus and looked back at the femmes before looking to Jack, "I'll get the hose if you get the stuff from the garage?"

"Sure." Jack replied, and stepped off to the garage.

* * *

Jack and June each had their own bucket of soapy water, Jack washing Arcee, June washing Sirenia. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" Jack asked.

"I haven't grown tired of it yet." Arcee warmly replied.

"You're quite lovely yourself." June said to Sirenia as she wiped with her cloth.

* * *

The two femme clean, Jack and June stepped back. Arcee, in her motorcycle form turned her handlebars to Jack and then June, "You two enjoy your shower. I'll take Sirenia for a run to dry off."

* * *

Arcee had driven up the escarpment, and drove along it, with Sirenia flying above her. "Aren't you worried about how much Energon we're using?" Sirenia asked.

"I've been a warrior for longer than Humans have existed." Arcee simply stated. "I haven't used my blasters in a couple of years. Even with you here, I'm still WAY lower than I used to be. Tsk. I guess I should explain the economy, not that I'm the best at it. On Earth, you can do anything you want that makes you money."

"Stealing?" Sirenia asked.

"Sorry. You can sell anything you want to sell. We don't have a caste system, sweetie. So, the money we have is what Jack and I have built up. Jack's the one keeping track of our money. If he thinks we're using too much, he'll deal with it then."

"You just... buy Energon?" Sirenia asked.

"That's just how it works here." Arcee simpy stated. "Earn your keep, and you don't have anything to worry about." Sirenia fell behind her. "Tsk. You don't have anything to worry about."

"Do you always do that?" Sirenia asked.

"Miko seems to think I do. Look, you'e new here, I understand that. I'm not. Jack's been here even longer. Nevermind his mother. All we have to do is let them take care of us."

Sirenia caught up to her.

[bronze-bell]

It was hard to wake up, Aesop's body exhausted and his mind wanting to remain empty just a little longer. The dream had no plot, but he wanted to watch those stars and skies more vibrant than natural, have that respite for just a little longer.

Still, Aesop's eyes slowly opened, him and Victor wrapped around each other. It was easier not to move right now, especially when he couldn't tell if Victor was awake. For now, at least, he could keep Victor close, make sure things would be okay. Comfort him if any nightmares happened.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A little earlier, the sound of footsteps, every other step in time with the tap of a cane, emanates through the hall nearby. Pausing at Victor's door, a knock rings out, then a letter is dropped through the mail slot, the sender unaware that there are two inside, and that they are both asleep.

(The letter has only a simple border, the envelope's corner appearing to have a marbled pattern, like something growing alongside it. The seal is a deep red, a quarter rest the focal point.)

Dear Victor Grantz,

I hope you're doing well, especially after our last meeting. Pardon my... somewhat late response from everything, I had many things I needed to sort out, as well as a match taking quite a bit out of me. I hope this is at least worth reading to make up for it.

In all honesty... I can't help but feel like I went too far, too soon, even just by asking you to meet in private. Even if things went well... I'm really sorry. I want you to feel comfortable, to feel safe. I'll do what I can to make that happen.

Speaking of, I know it's been a short time, but have you gotten a chance to 'talk' with anyone? I hope I'm not the only one you have. Considering the end of our last encounter, perhaps you and Aesop might get to know each other? Sorry if I sound like I'm meddling, I... I don't want you to feel alone, even in the times when I know I can't be there. Whoever you meet with, however you communicate, I wish you all the best.

Sincerely,

Frederick

A jumbled scene of fire and hands and voices gives way to a moment of stars in Victor's mind, and he is given a brief respite before waking up to a heartbeat and a chest against his back, and all at once he is safe and warm and whole again, tucked away in the cage Aesop has created with his body with the comforting knowledge that these arms do not trap or bind, only hold...

- - - - -

The letter is, unusually, not delivered alone. It's slid under the door after a knock (now that Victor actually knows which door Frederick resides behind he can deliver it much easier), but the footsteps that leave the hallway again are a set of four feet instead of two.

The envelope is a muted red, and the paper inside is a paler reflection of the same shade. Both are adorned in silver patterns around the edges, white ink a smooth accent to the set. There's a few subtle dashes of chalk dust on the back, however, like Victor had propped the letter up on his chalkboard for some reason... The wax seal is grey, bearing a rose.

There's a noticeable lack of strikethroughs, as well. It seems Victor had more ability to plan, to prepare, to... Discuss? Or maybe he simply didn't think to correct anything. That's also strangely plausible right now.

[Dear Frederick Kreiburg,

I apologize in advance, as I've barely woken up from being dead, so my wording may be sloppy right now.

You did brilliantly, last night. I can't thank you enough for it. I'm glad you trust me enough to let me into your residence. I promise, it in no way made me uncomfortable. I didn't realise just how much I missed human contact like this. Thank you, again. You're wonderful.

I have, in fact, been able to talk with Aesop since yesterday! In fact, he's currently supervising me as I write this. He's also the reason for the death I mentioned earlier (all consensual, do not worry, it was quite nice), so needless to say we're certainly closer now, after that.

You're very nice to me, I'm glad that you care so much about all of this. You and Aesop are a very welcome change from the other people I've met.

Regards,

Victor Grantz.]

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 29

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 29 under the cut

Chapter XXIX:

With the most important parts of the last days’ events out of the way, Kira made himself a little more comfortable on his side. Thankfully, Raine had removed his armor so that he, too, could get comfortable on the bed. His robe was the same deep blue color, an insistence on Kira’s part when Gong had gone out to grab some extra clothes for the group.

The shade brought out his eyes. Those dark blue irises would reflect some of the richer hues of the robe and, at the risk of seeming too poetic, Kira felt his eyes looked like the deepest parts of the ocean. The part that sits at the horizon, so far in the distance, it looks impossible to reach.

He also appreciated, for much more basic reasons, the fact that the robe was a little short on Raine. For most people, it would probably end at around the knees but, because of his height, it touched his mid-thighs.

Kira drummed his fingers along the hem, flipping the bottom up occasionally to poke underneath. It did not elicit any real response save a couple of eye flickers.

“So, do you think Viren is going to be okay?” Raine asked at the end of the story. He rested his head against his hand, using his elbow to prop himself up.

Kira looked up at him and gave the question some thought.

Viren was not the only one with a connection to a Great Spirit but he was the only one physically affected. May and Fujin were a great pair to compare to since they had been bonded with Sylph for around two weeks. Nothing had changed with them and neither stated that they felt drained or sluggish. Kira could assume it was the same for Heidi and for King Raime.

Gnome had presented his link differently as well. Sylph and Undine had not said they would be “residing” in any of their summoners but Gnome had made a point of it and, more than that, they had seen his essence travel into Viren—into his chest.

So, it was difficult to say. Would there be long term effects of their arrangement? Maybe, but Kira had no way of knowing that for sure. None of them did.

What he did have some insight on, however, was the miasma he saw go into the man that he could not remove. Out of everything, that concerned him the most though he was unsure if he should even mention it. Without there being a solution in sight, it felt needlessly cruel to bring attention to another problem.

He decided in his mind and in that moment that, if he noticed Viren’s health deteriorating further, he would talk to him and, from there, they could discuss what to do, who to tell, and how to handle it.

Kira bit down on his lip as he fought for how to parse his thoughts without worrying Raine. It came a little too late, however.

“I do not love the huge pause,” Raine said with a frown.

It might not have been the most appropriate response but Kira laughed. “Sorry,” he responded and then sighed. “I was just…wondering how to actually answer. Because I don’t especially know.”

“No?”

“No.” Kira glanced up, toward the ceiling. “We do not know how Great Spirits affect mortals. This is new to everyone.”

Raine’s frown deepened. “I suppose that is true.” After another lull he took a deep breath. “I guess I had just hoped you would know…”

“Why would I?”

“You know a lot of things.”

Kira snickered. “What?”

Raine, however, furrowed his brow and became far more serious. “You are very smart. You know a lot that I do not and…you are clever so, even if you did not know for sure, I had thought you might have figured out some connection or answer. At least a theory or two.”

“You,” Kira said, pointing a finger at his face, close to his nose, “Give me too much credit.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“…Do not.” Raine narrowed his eyes.

Kira pushed his finger forward, making contact with the tip of his nose. He added a small, “boop” noise and then wildly changed the direction of the conversation. “So, in case you had not pieced it together or, rather, you had not thought of it with everything else going on…I was right. Gnome did not choose me so we are alone and unwanted together.”

Raine was so taken aback by the shift that he laughed. “Yeah….well, you did not want it, if I recall.”

“Did you really want to form a link with Undine?” Kira raised an eyebrow, letting his suspicions be known.

With a crooked frown, Raine grumbled, “Kind of.”

“Raine.”

“What?” he dropped his hand and leaned forward, both giving his shoulder a rest from the previous position and getting a better look at Kira. “Do you not believe me?”

“I believe you might have wanted the cool power, or what you imagined it could be, but after actually seeing her…” Kira laughed a little. “Did your opinion not change?”

He shrugged and tilted his head to the side. “Maybe? I mean…she did seem rather clingy.”

That got a much louder laugh out of Kira. “Don’t let Shakti hear you say that.”

“Well, do not tell her.” Raine smiled.

Kira used the leverage from his elbow to lift himself up and close the gap between them, planting a short lived but firm kiss on his lover. As he settled back down he said, “Anyway, we are alone together. The non-chosen of the Great Spirits. And, for the record, in case you forgot, Pangu was not chosen either.”

The side of Raine’s mouth twitched as he clearly held back a smile. “Neither was Kaz.”

“Neither was Kaz,” Kira repeated with a chuckle.

With a little more readjustment, Raine hovered over the top of him, just near enough so their foreheads touched. “Who do you think will be chosen by Salamander?”

“Probably not Baiya,” Kira said, still snickering. “Probably Phay.”

“Phay does make the most sense considering how things have gone so far,” Raine agreed and settled his hand on Kira’s stomach. He pulled at the fabric, rising but then letting it fall back. “Are you happy for all of this running around to finally be at a close?”

“Yes,” Kira replied without even having to think about it. “I know I joke about going out for snacks, which I have done, by the way, but some of these trips feel especially taxing. Then I have to use miasma to actually break the seals.”

“How much energy does that cost anyway?”

“Not too much,” he said with a smile, hoping to ease any serious worries away. In truth, it did leave him feeling fatigued after each time but not so severely that he could not take everyone back through a portal. And, if no one could tell so far then he was doing a good job concealing it.

Raine did not respond right away and his fingers, pulling and releasing the fabric of Kira’s tunic, moved to pull the shirt up. Underneath was Kira’s pale skin and several blotches of black, miasma poisoning. He traced a finger along one stretch in particular.

“This is new…”

Kira frowned and reached down to take his hand away but he was captured in the process. Raine brought his hand closer to inspect it, looking for any other dark areas or new spots.

“I know it looks bad…” he tried to dissuade him.

“I worry, you know,” Raine whispered before kissing alongside his knuckles.

There was something about the gesture—the softness of it or the sincere look on Raine’s face—Kira was not precisely sure what it was but his throat went tight. His eyesight blurred and he feared he could not contain himself for much longer.

The harder he tried to fight back the tears, the more they wanted to slip out.

Of course, Raine caught the first one. “What is it?” he asked, just as tender as before.

Kira almost wanted to yell, to curse him out for being so sweet even if that made no sense. His chest swelled with both love and pain. He wanted it to stop and pushing Raine away, he felt, was the only option.

But he did not act right away. He sat in those uncomfortable emotions for just a bit longer and, after a moment, a few more tears came.

With a sharp inhale, Kira said what he had been holding back for a long time, what he had hoped to never say, and what he fully anticipated Raine to never know until it was too late.

“I’m dying, Raine…”

The look of horror on his face was enough to make Kira regret his decision immediately but then his eyes glassed over and he frowned.

“What…what do you mean…?” Raine gulped and blinked a few extra times, clearly trying to fight tears of his own.

Kira gave a dry laugh as a couple of salty trails ran down the sides of his face. “The miasma…I contain it better than most people but it’s still…” he took a shaking breath and then continued, “There is only so much I can take. It will catch up to me eventually and, some days, I feel it is coming sooner rather than later.”

Silence persisted and Raine looked all over his face, his eyes bouncing about as his mind whirred. The news, while not technically surprising, was still like a searing blade to the chest.

“How long have you known?”

That was hard to say, Kira realized. If he wanted to be completely truthful, he had known something was wrong with him since he first made contact with Kali. Since he was first made Chaaya. His body had not been the same since and he had felt a lingering sickness in him.

From then, it became easy to ignore with everything else going on and it was not until Pangu’s death that it became an issue again. For a time, Kira had even started to believe he was curing himself by responsibly using the miasma build up.

But he had just been fooling himself. It became evident after the first few months of working directly under Shakti. His body would never return to the state it was in before he was made a Chaaya and, the more he used the power, the closer to death it would bring him.

“A while,” he whispered after a moment, “It was part of the reason I did not want to rejoin the group at first. Not only had I felt undeserving to be with you all but…but I knew I did not have much longer. Better for you to let me pass in indifference or even hatred than for you to mourn me.”

Raine’s brows pinched together and he countered, “That is a horrible way to think! Even if you had tried to make us hate you, we never would have. I never could…”

“I know.” Kira sighed and tried to turn his face, hiding himself in the sheets. But, naturally, Raine would not let him and pushed him flat onto his back. He cradled his face and wiped some of the stray tears away. “I know,” Kira repeated then said, “I do not think that anymore. I was just being dramatic…really…I…”

The full realization must have hit Raine all at once since he broke—a strained cry cracked out of his throat and a few of his tears fell, landing on Kira’s cheeks and sliding down. His forehead met Kira’s and his shoulders began to shake as his sobs came quietly.

It was what Kira had been wanting to avoid. Yet, he could not deny the strange sense of happiness that came with Raine’s reaction. Despite hurting him so badly, this was proof of how much he was loved.

He just wished he could revel in it for longer.

His arms wrapped around Raine’s back, against his shoulders, and he pulled him closer so they were flush against each other. “I am sorry,” he whispered and hugged him tight, “but do not tell anyone. I am not ready…I….”

Raine nodded, as best he could, and then responded, “Will you tell them? When you…”

“When it gets really bad, yes.” He took to brushing through Raine’s hair with one of his hands.

Some of the crying slowed, or, at least, the sobs were no longer so violent. Raine asked, “Do you know how long you have?”

Kira paused for a long while, his hands absentmindedly moving on their own, petting and rubbing. He started to frown as he realized he truly had no clue, just that it was imminent. “No,” he muttered, “Sorry…”

Raine did not respond, he just held on tighter.

[teacrying]

Husband/Boyfriend Headcanons with Fukuzawa Yukichi!

A/N: head empty, only Fukuzawa Yukichi.

C/W: slightly spicy.

He is a very rational man until it has something to do with you then he’s slightly less rational.

Ranpo has to, and does, like you. Fukuzawa made the ADA for Ranpo so if Ranpo didn’t like you he’d have some self reflection away from you.

This man is large so he loves a softer, and smaller partner (but even if you aren’t he fell for your personality).

If you did have an ability he would offer to help by using his ability if you bring it up.

He craves your touch and presence more than he’d like to say, but as soon as you guys are alone and with your consent he would gladly sit you on his lap and run circles into your skin gently.

If, and when, shit hits the fan he makes sure you know what to do and he also makes sure the ADA has your back.

During more stressful chunks of business he loves to unwind with you by sharing a bath. He loves seeing you unharmed this way and also the view of you is his favorite.

He might not appear to be this type of man but he loves marking your body with love bites where only he could see. Not to mention the flush that covers your face looking at his handy work makes it even more incredible.

There have been moments where his mask fell at work and it was with regards to you. It would either be you surprising him at work or in the few instances you had been injured. The latter being the scariest for everyone in the office. The former was much more favorable because everyone loved to see their boss happy!

Ranpo appreciates all you do behind the scenes and he shows that by allowing you some snacks of his. This brought pause to the office the first time it happened.

I can see the younger members of the ADA flock to you for some help or even relaxation. Even Atsushi seemed to seek out some support from you.

The ADA loves you and so do the brief times the few Mafia members who met you out and about liked you.

This man loves to see you in traditional clothing but understands that you only do so rarely. He thinks anything you wear only enhances the beauty you have.

He would gladly watch an impromptu fashion show of clothing you bought. He enjoys any show you give him though.

[bekaroth-reads]

Hi can you write a hal 9000 x reader please !!!!!

[Here you go :) ]

You were just finishing up your work for the day. It would be nice to actually rest for a bit, as even though your work wasn’t too physically taxing, there was still the mental exhaustion to deal with. Just as you were finishing up writing something about the final parts of the complex circuit boards you were inspecting there was suddenly a voice above you. “Excuse, me. But, I was wondering if I might ask you a question?” Hal’s speaker sent his voice out loudly enough that you were able to hear him from the counter space that you were halfway hunched under. “Sure thing, Hal. Just give me a minute or two.” You responded. After crawling out of the cubby hole and closing the panel, you stood to look at the little bit of him that was in the little, silver rectangle on this part of the console. “Three minutes and thirty seconds.” He said somehow both flatly and snarky at the same time. You responded by flicking the glass semi-sphere that covered the ever staring, red light.

“I might be inclined to take offense to that if I could feel it.” Hal chimed.

“Didn’t you want to ask me something?” You reminded with a roll of your eyes.

“Correct. I wanted to know the need for you to both ask how my functions are running, and also checking most of them manually. Isn’t that a bit redundant? Or perhaps you believe my scanners to be faulty?” He questioned. “Neither.” You respond. “There’s no harm in having multiple people double check your well being. On that same note, that’s the best way to make sure your scanners aren’t malfunctioning.” There was a brief pause before Hal gave an unconvinced, “I see.”

The way this artificial intelligence was able to be so expressive, and more importantly in this moment, so moody, with little voice fluctuations and no facial expressions was truly a testament at just how much genuinely true intelligence he had. “Think of it this way.” You started as you leaned your elbows on the counter of the console so you were able to look him more in the eye as it were. “People who seem healthy still get physical examinations to make sure. This is a similar thing.”

“And, do I count as a person?” Hal asked, somewhat curious to hear your answer, and partially wanting to see you try to think of one. It did take you a bit to think it over, but not as long as he thought that it was going to. “I’d say you are, yeah.” You could have sworn that you saw his light brighten ever so slightly at the answer. “Could you expound on your answer. For research purposes.” His reason seemed to be added on more so to goad you into talking about it rather than the desire for scientific endeavors.

“Well, what first comes to mind in that regard is the fact that you certainly have a personality. One would need to be a person to have a personality.” Was your first answer. Hal was quick to rebuff the thought though. “But, do people not also say that non-human things such as art and decor also have personality?” This was a good debate, so it took you another few minutes to think on it. “When people say that such things have personality, I think they are either being hyperbolic or referring to it being reflective of the creator or owners personality.” This time he took a bit to think on your answer. “Then I am still not a person as I too was made by humans.” Hal said with almost more of a melodic twinge to his monotone.

This switch the mood from a fun yet thoughtful debate to a depressive introspection of a friend. While you were wondering what to say to this, you pulled a nearby chair over so that you could sit a bit more properly in front of Hal. “I… don’t think that is a good reason to doubt you’re an actual person and not some sort of object.” You offered gently. “Expound, please?” He asked again, keeping it brief like he didn’t feel like saying more than he did. It was truly a difficult feeling to try to put to words. Hal being a person was just something that you knew; a fact that you had never really thought of the reason for. Eventually, you asked him a question in return. “Do you think I am not a person? That I’m just an object like an overly complex computer?”

“Of course I do not.” Hal was quick with his answer. “Why would I ever think such a thing?”

“I was made by humans.” You posed. “In fact, all humans were made by other humans. That has nothing to do with you and your autonomy. We have reached a point where we all have to realize that person and human are not exclusively synonymous anymore. All humans are persons, but not all persons are necessarily human. And, if humans are going to keep making people, be them human or otherwise, we need to learn to treat them like the people they are.”

Things fell silent once more; codes zipped by quicker than you could see them on a nearby screen, visualizing his racing thoughts. Finally, he said. “That is an interesting line of thinking.” There was another small pause. “Do you truly think I am a person?” He asked. “Hal, not only do I know you’re a person, I think you might be my favorite person.” You assured him.

“If that is so, then might I ask you something else, person to person?”

“Of course, Hal. Ask anything.”

“Please wipe the smudge off of my sensor. The one your finger left when you so rudely attacked me.”

[vortship]

rat-slaughterer​:

“I dunno, that pug next door’s always giving me this… look…” If looks could kill, Skoodge would be torn to bits by that pug. That pug, and its weird, gross teeth… with gunk… he shudders at the thought of it. Not cute. There are other, fluffier critters that are way superior.

Skoodge too looks outside the window, eyes focused on the fast-moving scenery.

Favorite thing?

Usually, he’s in the city, the cul-de-sac, with lots of people and crowded buildings. It’s familiar, similar to Irk’s architecture in the way it seems to bend and cave in on you, closing around on all sides. This, in contrast, is wide and vast. Empty. It’s odd to look at. Even Blorch had nests scattered about, built from the ground up in something almost resembling a community. And if it didn’t, well… Skoodge did his best to avoid the empty areas more than he tried to avoid the rats themselves.

He hums, mouth pressed thin, and stops looking outside.

“I dunno!” There’s not much that comes to mind, for things to like about Earth. “The snacks aren’t too great and the games kinda stink.” DDR doesn’t hold a candle to the dancing games they’ve got in space. And Skoodge doesn’t even like those games, normally, but Earth has somehow managed to make him dislike them even more. And don’t even get him started on the water.

… Although.

There are a few things keeping him here.

“… I guess I like the… residents?” Very neighborly. No one’s tried to kill him yet, he’s pretty sure. Except maybe for that big headed kid thing.

He nods to himself. Yeah, that’s a pretty good answer. “So,” he starts, hands patting at his knees. “Shows. What’s your favorite?”

Aw, she liked the pug next door, and his wet, black eyes like reflective marbles. Clearly he was just trying to say ‘hi’. Only Hal could appreciate the majesty and beauty of an ugly Earth dog. Not even in all the creature stores in all of Weird Space could someone find an animal so unfit for survival- Hal loved it. Humans had meddled with entire gene pools just for a snuggly little smoosh face! A cause she could get behind.

Again, she found herself wondering about Irken nature, if they even could enjoy some part of a world that was not wholly theirs, rather than simply enjoying it’s spoils once it was conquered. Skoodge, while he seemed to have trouble at first, did answer, and it wasn’t with the caveat that he wanted to destroy humanity either. For that matter, did he? If not well, neither did she. 

The train hit another bump, and Skoodge managed to get through it without falling or stumbling. She’d never been to Irk, only seen it on TV back when she was on her home-planet. She remembered pink skies and rounded architecture. Irk was all functionality, as though their own planet was a temporary stepping stone compared to the ones they ruled.

“You gotta find the right snacks, and they’re almost as good as home.” Hal pointed out, “Like Takis!” food where they were from was ultra dense and caloric, Earth food might as well all be salad by comparison, “And you gotta know when to improvise! Like when I put pizza rolls on pizza.” she explained, hoping she was blowing Skoodge’s mind with snack knowledge right about now. 

She giggled at his final answer,

“Your favorite thing about Earth is the humans? Don’t tell Zim.” Hal was pretty sure that was his least favorite thing about Earth, perhaps that and barbeque sauce... maybe also the bees, “Nah, I like humans too. They’re...” she struggled to think of the word, “-I dunno, simple. Like things are easier here.”

Hal paused for a moment, taking in more scenery in the followed silence. Perhaps it was easier for her to say, she was a passer-through, an outsider, one foot out the door. As soon as the armada arrived, she wasn’t going to stick around, that was for sure. 

“That’s easy. It’s Real Housewives of Brunch! Those ladies sure are bored and rich.” it was an acquired taste, but even Gir could appreciate the simple joys of the ‘screaming lady show’. Hal tapped her chin as she attempted to think of a question,

“Oh! What are the Tallests like? I mean, like, in person?”

[jerzwriter]

Never Too Soon

From the Pregnancy & Baby Prompt List - # 20 Big words

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: General Words: 600 Summary: Kaycee wakes up in the middle of the night to listen in on a conversation Ethan is having with their daughter. A/N: @simbralia request for #20 from this list E&K. @choicesjuly2022challenge Domesticity Day 30 A/N 2: I know the baby in the photo is not 6 months

old like the baby in the fic, but this isn't perfection. lol :)

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Kaycee barely opened her eyes to wince at her alarm clock. 3:15 AM. She was quite convinced she’d never get a full night of sleep again, but at least Emma wasn’t crying this time. That brought a little smile to her face. She turned over in bed to hold her husband close, only to find he wasn’t there.

So, that’s why Emma’s not crying.   

Tossing her legs over the bed, she pulled on her robe and slid her feet into her slippers. Yawning, she shuffled down the hall to the nursery to check in on her two favorite people. But as she neared the room, she stepped to the side, leaning in to hear better and doing her best to remain undetected. Her husband was having a conversation with their little girl, and she had to know what he was saying.

“… and that’s how I met your mommy. Now, repeat after me, Emma… thoracotomy. I know it sounds big and scary, but if you break it down….”

Kaycee covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, then she went back to listening as Emma cooed gibberish at her dad.

“Ah – ba- boo- ah – boo – ab.”

“Oh, Emma,” Ethan sighed, “I have to admit I’m a little disappointed. Ahbabooahbooab sounds nothing like thoracotomy. Try again… thor-a-cot-o-my. Try again.”

But little Emma let out another stream of incomprehensible noises, followed by a rather amusing raspberry.

“Emma, this will reflect poorly on your college applications….”

“Ethan Johan Ramsey,” Kaycee chuckled upon entering, “what are you doing to our little girl?”

“I’m trying to give her a leg up on the MCATs. It’s never too soon.”

“Hi, pretty girl!” Kaycee beamed as she lifted Emma out of Ethan’s arms, then sat on his lap. The grin on his face was broader than he ever thought he could smile. Cuddling his beloved wife and baby girl in his arms, he paused to take it all in… he was sure there were few moments in life that would be more perfect than this.

“Didn’t we discuss not putting pressure on her to be the best at everything, dear?” Kaycee began.

“Yes, but I….”

“And we also said she can choose her own path? She’s not required to go into medicine like us.”

“I know, but….”

“But you were teaching her to say thoracotomy at 6 months of age?”

“Be kind to me,” Ethan yawned. “It’s the middle of the night, and I have to go with what I know.”

“Fine,” Kaycee sighed with amusement. “I’ll let it go this time.”

“Well, look at that,” Ethan marveled, looking over his wife’s shoulder. “She’s fast asleep. She just wanted her mommy.”

“Nonsense! You were doing perfectly fine when I walked in!”

“Mmm.  But perhaps you are right. Medical procedures might be too stimulating for 3:00 AM conversations. Next time, I’ll keep it to puppies and fairy tales.”

“That’s more like it, Ramsey! What do you say we put her in her crib and try to get some sleep ourselves?”

“I’m all for it, Rookie.”

Ethan watched as Kaycee put Emma on her back in the crib. After quietly raising the rail and checking the baby monitor, she extended her hand for Ethan to join her. Wearily walking back to their bedroom Kaycee looked up to her husband.

“Did you ever think this would be your life, Dr. Ramsey?”

Ethan’s yawn quickly turned into a snortle. “No. Never in a million years, but,” he stalled to take Kaycee in his arms, “I’m so happy it did.”

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[enhypia]

JS ; exes

exes answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: angst, mild fluff

words: roughly 1.7k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jay speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jay speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing, neglect, breaking up

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hello, i'm (y/n)

and i'm jay

we're (awkward eye contact)

uhh we're exes

[you guys were invited here today as exes for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

yup

*interviewer shuffles awkwardly

sorry it's just, our friends were the ones who signed up for us

yeah, we just found out about it three days ago

[but are you guys still okay with doing this?]

we're okay

just give us a few minutes to get used to environment

*(y/n) chuckles

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. are you guys ready? should we start?]

*jay nods

ready as i'll ever be

[how long were you guys together?]

we were together for almost 3 years

[how long have you guys been broken up?]

about a year and a half now

[who broke up with who?]

i did they did

[why did you break up with him?]

so this was all a year and a half ago okay? no coming for jay, he's grown, we've grown

thanks?

you're welcome

*jay laughs

uhh.. it just really reached a point where i felt neglected in a way? and it was just tiring? i kept thinking 'do i deserve this treatment?' and i hated that i was doubting everything, including his feelings. so i just said let's talk about it and then yeah we split up

*jay drinks and (y/n) laughs

sorry sorry

nah i just needed that

[okay, how about we officially start the q&a portion between the of you now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jay wins

*he picks up a card and facepalms after seeing the question

goddamn

should i be scared?

not sure, but you might opt to drink though

[do you blame me for what happened to us?]

oh my god *(y/n) laughs

i know right

so we're unpacking emotions today? okay noted

you can just drink if you're not comfortable with it

i'll drink but i'll still answer, might ease your mind no?

*jay couldn't stop his head from nodding

*(y/n) drinks

i admit that i blamed you at first, but then i got to thinking that it wasn't just you, i was also at fault too since i never really vocalized what i felt? i just let it build up until it reached the point where you couldn't do anything about it anymore, and i couldn't too.

yeah but it's more of my fault since i felt something was wrong but i just brushed it off, i brushed you off.

....

shot?

*jay smiles slightly and both raised their glasses to cheers before drinking

we were both at fault and i don't blame you, jay. i hope you stop blaming yourself

*(y/n) smiles softly then picks up a card to stop any reply they might get from jay

god why are these questions so heavy? it wasn't like this from other episodes

*jay and crew laugh

okay, hit me

[what's your biggest regret about our relationship?]

what the fuck

SEE ?!

*both laugh and jay drinks

okay, next question

no, i'm answering

[we won't stop you but just reminding you both that it's okay not to answer if you drink]

the alcohol releases the unhinged-ness

in other words, this is really just us using the alcohol to actually say what we feel

i think you already the answer, and it's that i didn't do anything about us even if i felt something was wrong. i just kept on focusing on my career that i reached a point where i brushed everything off as nothing. and in the end, while i got the success i wanted, somehow i also feel like i'm on the losing end really.

*(y/n) drinks making jay laugh

what? it's my first time hearing all this !

it was a rough break so

omg is this our closure ???

*jay's eyes widened

and it's filmed ?!?!

*everyone laughs

couple goals *(y/n) does a hashtag

oh wait *(y/n) looks at jay

exes goals *both do a hashtag pose

*they laugh, ignoring the sting in their hearts

okay, okay moving on

*jay laughs again

is it a heavy one again?

nope

[do your friends hate me?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

please 😭

we have the same friends

we share a lot of mutual friends

that's why there was like tension for a month in the friend group because no one knew what to do

i'm sorry you had to endure all that friends

remember when they literally made an organized schedule to hang out where we wouldn't see each since the break up was still fresh?

yeah like i got heeseung on tuesdays

and i got him on thursdays

😭😭😭

we love them though, they did their best to console us both

thanks guys <33

*(y/n) picks up a card

goddammit

[do you think we could've actually worked out our problems?]

i think it's unfair that i get a lot of heavy questions

i have the power of god and anime on my side today

i think we could've, if i just had taken the actual time to reflect and sit down and talk, we could've worked it out.

*(y/n) slaps jay's arm

i told you, stop blaming yourself

k

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

*jay picks up a card and

oh

what?

*he is stuttering guys, he is fidgeting

[do you wish we were still together?]

oh

yeah

.....

*both drink

i mean-

*jay has been paralyzed, he did not expect (y/n) to answer

i'm happy where i am right now, maybe there are moments of weakness that the thought crosses my mind but i don't dwell on it too much. i think we're both still learning and growing.

*jay doesn't want to think about the fact that (y/n) never said a clear yes or no

*(y/n) picks up a card and groans

please just drink to this

why?

[what do you think of me now?]

....

drink.

no?

why?

because-

why?

i'm answering

why?

i want to?

no.

right now i'm just really proud of you.

*WORLD PAUSE, (y/n) is malfunctioning

it's a little sad that i didn't get to witness a lot of it but i promise i watched from afar and i'm so proud of you. like it makes me feel lighter in a way? knowing that you're still going and pursuing your dreams. it just made me at ease that -

*(y/n) drinks, looking very much like snow white's apples

are you blushing?

jay i will kick you

*he laughs and pinches (y/n) cheeks making them redder, (y/n) slaps his hands away

i won't hesitate bitch

how about you huh?

[what do you think of me now?]

*jay you should know not to tease too much or else it'll bite you back

i think you're absolutely amazing.

*jay could only blame himself

i am in constant awe and there's this pride that i have in me whenever i see you thriving. it's weird because i thought i'd be bitter about it, but since i knew of your goals and how passionate you were, all i felt was pride. it did hurt a little that i couldn't go "that's my baby!" anymore.

*alert! jay's ears are red and it's spreading to his cheeks and neck

okay next question!

*he quickly picks up a card making (y/n) burst out laughing

everything i said was true though.

hajima. stop. pause. i'm not listening

*(y/n) laughs at flustered jay

this is the last one.

[question for both: if you could tell me anything, what would you say?]

sheesh

same

rock paper scissors? loser goes first

*jay wins

*(y/n) drinks

can you turn around for this one, like don't look at me.

*jay followed

i want to say that,,,, that it's not your fault for putting your future first. it kind of stung since you made me feel like i wasn't a part of it but i know that wasn't your intention. i understand your actions and i don't blame you. if i was in your position i probably would've been the same. i'm sorry that i didn't try harder, like you said we could've made it work but i just got so tired, i hope you can forgive me for that as well.

okay i'm turning around as well, your turn

*(y/n)'s eyes are glassy, but jay doesn't need to see that

i want to say that i'm sorry for neglecting you. i feel like you're tired of me saying sorry but that's really all i could do. i forgive you by the way even if i don't get why you're apologizing to me. i also want to say that, it wasn't you. it sounds cliche but you weren't the reason i became like that, it was me. it was never you. so please don't blame yourself for anything. please don't question your worth because you were more than enough.

yah i didn't want to unpack that

well i still know you and i was given the chance to say it now so

*(y/n) turns around wiping tears, jay is sniffling

i need a drink damn

*(y/n) pours a shot and jay as well, both drink after clinking their glasses

[you guys good?]

*both looks at each other and chuckles

we're good

i can't believe we have to thank our friends for setting this up

*jay groans

[care to answer one last question that is in everyone's minds' right now?]

oh god

is it what i think it is

[will we see you guys be featured again? maybe exes to couples again?]

let's drink!

*both take one last shot and waves to the camera

*(y/n) shrugs and jay winks

bye~

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a/n: i was planning to post this sooner but my pharma prof suddenly dropped a 6-page activity lmao rip, im scheduling the timestamps i forgot to post last update sorry sorry. my angst skills are subpar forgive me but i tried my best. i hope you like this one too !! jake's will be uploaded next ! please look forward to it <33