#BUT ANYWAY I AM STILL FULL OF IDEAS THOUGH

[edwardhartenjoyer]

so you recently did a request for if a new ghoul student was mc's childhood friend. BUT what if.... mc WAS the childhood friend? gettin cursed then going to dw and realizing that their childhood friend (or crush 😎) that disappeared however long ago was actually a student there. a ghoul student, even.

(bonus points to star-crossed lovers/friends trope lmao *cough cough* jin *cough cough*)

or the pain that'd follow [insert zenji spoilers here], or the fact that leo and sho have known each other for years and mc's the 3rd friend in the group.

how do you think some of the ghouls would react to an mc that may have once been a childhood friend, now doomed by the narrative? (obvs since we don't have full background info on every ghoul and only crumbs of lore - let your imagination run wild, frend! love seein your hc's cross my dash (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) )

Ahh, firstly, I love this idea. It's so cute and the deep potential for angst *eyes Rui and Zenji*

Also, I'm happy to hear you love seeing my writing <3

Fate Brings Us Together Again

You've been cursed, and you're going to die within one year if you don't get this curse removed. Things seemed overwhelming bleak, that is until you saw him.

There he was, your childhood friend, the person you had always trusted most in your life, the person you were so deeply in love with that when he suddenly disappeared it near broke you.

He was here, at Darkwick, and now you didn't know if this was the last year you'd ever get with him...

Featuring: Jin | Zenji | Leo | Sho

Warnings: Zenji angst, Zenji real name spoiler, angst

Jin Kamurai - You knew his family had ties with Darkwick, so you shouldn't have been surprised to see him there, but you still were. After all, that meant that Jin, the sweet boy you knew since childhood, had agreed to a deal with a devil.

When you first got to Frostheim, you were curious about this 'King' you kept hearing about. When you arrived at his room and were let in, you froze on the spot as you saw who he was. Jin froze too, staring back at you with wide eyes, cigarette half hanging out of his lips as they parted in shock.

Tears filled your eyes, almost against your will. Your family was wealthy, wealthy enough that you grew up around the Kamurai family, becoming close friends with Jin. You'd started to fall in love with him, but the timing was never right, his father trying to force relationships on him, and then his mother dying. Then he disappeared without so much as a word, and you'd cried for weeks afterward.

Jin slowly rose from his spot sitting, taking a hesitant step towards you, and that was all the motivation you needed. You rushed forward and threw your arms around him, his arms instantly trapping you in and pulling you closer.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Though the realization must have hit him as he hugged you even tighter, "You're the cursed honor student...." he whispered. It wasn't a question, but you answered it anyway.

"Yeah. I am." You whispered back.

He held you for as long as he was able to before finally letting go of you. "We're fixing this curse. I don't care what it takes."

You smiled at him, "If you're helping me, then yes, we're bound to break it."

He studied you for a moment silently. "MC..I'm...I'm sorry.."

"For what?"

"For leaving, for letting this happen to you, for not replying to you, for everything."

You reached a hand up and gently placed it on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

"Jin, it broke my heart when you left. But you're here now, that's what matters." You whispered.

You both knew how the other felt. The time had never been right. But now, your time was running out, and you were both here. Why not let it happen finally. After all, if you do somehow end up dying to your curse, at you die knowing you both finally got to love each other, at least for a brief moment.

Jin leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, and for a moment, the world faded away.

Zenji Kotodama - If Zenji had still had a body, he was sure he would have died then from the pain of his heart breaking.

He'd heard word of an inspector, an honor student, someone cursed to die within the year. He felt pitty for the poor soul, and when he heard their next stop was Hotarubi, he wanted to see them for himself.

He hadn't been expecting you. Anyone but you. You, the only childhood friend him and his sweet little brother Jiro had ever had. The person Zenji had loved from the moment he met you, and you were one of his biggest dying regrets, that he never got to tell you of his love.

Now you were here, cursed to die, and Zenji, despite none of it being his cause at all, couldn't help but blame himself. Maybe he could have done more, protected even you somehow, but now you were here and didn't even know he hovered close by your side.

Haku knew right away who you were, Zenji breaking into tears at the sight of you, had him asking the poet why, and his heart broke for the two of you. He kept silent about the presence of Zenji, unsure if the ghost's rule of never mentioning him applied to you as well.

At least, until you started to ask questions.

Haku, and Zenji of course, were walking you back to the catherdral one night when you turned to Haku to ask him a question.

"Haku? You know all the ghouls here, right?" You asked.

"Not personally, but I know who they all are. Why?"

"It's just...I know Jiro. I saw him my first day here, he didn't seem to recognize me though..I hadn't seen him in a long time, we used to be really close. I was wondering if, since Jiro was here, maybe his older brother, who I was really close with too, was here. His name's Taro, Taro Kirisaki." You pleaded.

"Oh my dear heart, I'm here." Zenji sobbed, a ghostly hand reaching for you only to pass through. He let his arm drop and turned to Haku. "Tell her, please." He pleaded.

"Okay, princess. This is going to be hard to hear, but I might be able to do something to help the situation a little at least."

~ ~ ~

The beautiful yet haunting melody of Haku's flute faded, and you hesitantly opened your eyes. You let out a gasp and tears filled your eyes.

Haku had told you about your dear Taro, or Zenji as he called him, and how he'd died last year. But, he'd told you that since you were so closely connected, he might be able to help you see him. You hadn't wanted to believe him, but when you opened your eyes, there was the ghostly form of Zenji hovering nearby, watching you with tears in his eyes as well.

"Oh my joyous heart, you can see me, can't you?" Zenji sobbed, and you nodded quickly.

"I'll give you two some time." Haku said gently before leaving the cathedral to give you two space to talk.

"I'm so sorry, Taro.." you whispered, tears falling down your face, "I didn't know you and Jiro...I-I tried to find you two and.."

"It is who is sorry, my heart. If we had just been with you, then you would not be here, cursed to meet my fate. But even bigger my regret is that I never told you what you mean to me." Zenji sobbed.

"I know." You whispered, "I always knew how you felt, but I wanted to give you space to figure out life and how to get yourself and Jiro away from your family. I've always loved you, too, even now."

Zenji reached out a hand to you and you held out yours, lacing your fingers togeather best you could, even though you couldn't feel his hand in yours, the gesture made you smile anyway.

Leo Kurosagi / Shoehei Haizono - You were standing with Kaito as the assembly to introduce the new ghouls began, and when you looked up to the stage, a shock went through you, seeing your two closest friends in the world standing up on the stage.

You were honestly kind of surprised that Leo hadn't told you, or at least posted about, the fact that they were both going to be students here. Even Hyde, when you'd seen him earlier, despite knowing you, hadn't mentioned that his younger brother would be here too.

You waited silently in the back as both of them got assigned to the same house, because of course they were. They were completely inseperable, and honestly, you'd thought you were inseperable from them too.

It hurt to know that they hadn't said a thing to you. Hadn't even told you that they both had made pacts with a devil.

When they left the stage, you slipped away from Kaito and Luca for a moment to make your way over to your friends.

"Well, looks like the gang's all here, glad to be a part of it." You huffed, and both males turned to stare at you with shock.

"MC?? What are you doing here?" Sho asked.

"Geez Sunshine, you really do follow us everywhere, huh?" Leo teased, but you knew him well enough to know that even he was shocked and worried.

Before you could answer, the Chancellor called you out to the stage. You left, the two watching you go as the Chancellor announced you as the new honour student, and announced about you being the new inspector, to find a cure for your curse.

By the time you made your way back over to your friends, both had gone pale and were staring at you. Even Leo, who really only cared about himself, occasionally caring about you and Sho, looked horrified.

"What the hell happened, Sunshine?! We leave you for two minutes, and you get cursed to die?!" Leo snapped.

"How did this happen?" Sho asked at the same time.

You explain to the two of them about the weird flower anomaly and how it would mean that you die in a years time.

"We'll fix this." Sho consoled while Leo was, uncharacteristically, quiet.

You nodded. It had been a long, stressful day, and your nerves were shot. Your friends had to go find their house, but before they could, you called out for one of them, the one you'd always had a thing for.

Leo - "Leo, wait!" You called, and he stopped, turning back to you. Sho glanced back before carrying on his way. He knew how you felt about Leo and would give the two of you space.

"What Sunshine?" Leo huffed, rolling his eyes. He was an asshole, but he was always soft on you, even giving you a nickname, though the nickname mostly came from his streams as a way to make his fans excited.

"Why didn't you guys tell me?" You whispered, hurt.

"We didn't want you getting hurt." Leo confessed quietly after a moment. "Though it would have made for killer views"

"Cut the shit. It hurt that you guys didn't tell me, and now I'm dying, so just... I love you, you asshat." You huffed.

Leo's smug grin faltered, and he hesitantly reached out to you. "I...love you too.."

Sho - "Sho wait!" You called, making him stop in his tracks to turn back to you. Leo glanced back too.

"Have fun lover birds!~" Leo sneered before walking off to let you two talk.

You'd always had a thing for Sho, and you both knew he had a thing for you too, but neither of you had ever made a move.

Maybe it was not wanting to deal with Leo's teasing getting worse. Or maybe it was not wanting things to change, to be happy how things had always been. But now, now, things had changed.

"MC-" Sho began but you cut him off.

"Sho-" You started before you both fell silent, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity before he pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours.

When the kiss broke, he kept holding you close, pressing his forehead against yours. "We'll find you a cure...I promise."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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[unhingedangstaddict]

Sorry I'm Here For Someone Else

Just posted on ao3! Read there or below the cut! Based on the song Sorry I'm Here For Someone Else by Benson Boone. I posted a teaser for the story here

(Set a couple months after the S8 finale) Buck and Tommy bump into each other at a restaurant but unfortunately Buck's there for someone else.... right?

(Read the full fic below the cut)

Buck drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove to a restaurant he hadn’t been to before for a date. His date, Sarah, had picked the place and he’d been inclined to go along with what she wanted. He’d been going out with her for a couple weeks and she was alright. Buck wasn’t head-over-heels for her, but he didn’t need to be head-over-heels for someone, he just needed someone to get him out of the house, so he could say he was dating again.

It’d been months since Bobby died and baby Robby was born. No one expected Buck to be over Bobby’s death- Buck honestly wasn’t sure he’d ever really be over it- but it was time to start living life again. Buck wasn’t thrilled at the idea of dating again either- he still thought about Tommy a lot to tell the truth- but it sorta just happened and everyone, Maddie especially had been so happy and relieved that Buck was ‘moving on’ or whatever that Buck just let things progress with Sarah.

Buck had agreed to go out for drinks with Ravi one night thinking it was just going to be him and Ravi. Until he got there and found it was actually Ravi, Ravi’s girlfriend, and her friend Sarah. Buck and Sarah were in the same boat on being surprised about the company they’d be in that night, and were polite about it. When Ravi and his girlfriend disappeared for an extended period of time, Buck and Sarah got talking a bit.

After Ravi’s attempt to set Buck up, Buck decided to dip his toe in the dating pool. Went on a few first-dates with a couple men and women. No one made it to a second date though. They all felt wrong. Then Sarah reached out to Buck and invited him out for dinner, and seeing as she felt slightly less wrong than his other dates, there was a second and third date, then more after that.

Sarah was a corporate lawyer. She didn’t get Buck’s job like Tommy or Abby had, but at least she didn’t seem as scared of it as Ali had been, nor was she only dating Buck for the near-death-experiences it’d brought him like Natalia did. She was smart and seemed unafraid to speak her mind which Buck appreciated. She was 5’7, blond, slim build, pretty. Nothing at all like Tommy.

Buck knew that him and Sarah were far from perfect for each other- she was a little too blunt, a little too serious for Buck for example. But he was okay with that. Buck wasn’t looking for someone perfect nor was he looking for forever. He’d thought he’d had that before with Tommy, and it hadn’t mattered then, so why bother even trying if it didn’t matter anyway? Sarah was fine for what Buck needed for now, and that was that.

Buck’s phone began ringing over the bluetooth system in his car, a call from Sarah. He answered it. “Hey, I’m just on my way to the restaurant now. GPS says I should be there in three minutes.”

“That’s fine.” Sarah told him. “I’m running behind, so.”

“Okay, sure. No worries.” Buck told her. “Any idea how long you’ll be?”

“Ten, fifteen? How am I supposed to know what the traffic will be like?” Sarah huffed.

Buck did his best to ignore the sour taste Sarah’s response left in his mouth. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good.”

“Okay. Order me a Mojito when you get there. Bye.” Sarah said and abruptly ended the call.

Buck looked at the screen saying the call had ended and sighed. He reminded himself that it wasn’t a big deal and focused on getting to the restaurant.

When Buck pulled into the parking lot behind the restaurant he found it wasn’t too packed, but the place wasn’t too dead either. He parked a few spots away from a truck that looked a lot like Tommy’s, and quickly cast all thoughts of Tommy aside as he walked past the open back-door to the kitchen, headed to the front of the restaurant.

“Hi,” Buck greeted the hostess. “Table for two? My date’s just running a little behind.”

“Sure, no worries. It’ll be about ten minutes before I can get you seated anyways. If you want you can wait in the lounge for your table.”

“Sure, great.” Buck nodded. He gave the hostess his phone number so they could text him when the table was ready and headed towards the lounge and up to the bar. He took a seat and patiently waited for a bartender to be free. “Just a Corona in the bottle when you have a moment,” He told the bartender and handed over cash to pay for it. Corona wasn’t his favourite, but without Tommy around anymore to recommend good Craft-beers, it was Buck’s go-to option.

“Here you are.” The bartender slid the beer towards Buck.

Buck sipped his beer as he sent Sarah a text to let her know he was there and in the lounge waiting for a table, then scrolled his phone for a few minutes before he got the text that his table was ready. He locked his phone and held onto it, grabbed his beer and was about to get up when someone approached him. Buck looked up and saw it was Tommy. “Uh h- hey Tommy,” Buck greeted, trying to sound cheerful.

Tommy had texted Buck twice between Bobby’s death and the funeral, and a few times after the funeral as well. Tommy also tried calling once or twice. Apparently Tommy knew Buck wasn’t doing well and had been trying to check in on Buck and be there for him. Buck ignored all the texts and calls from Tommy and as time went on the length of time between messages had grown, and then the texts stopped all together. Those first days and weeks Tommy had seemed to be the only one offering to directly talk to Buck about how Buck was doing, and Buck didn’t let himself respond, because he knew he’d dump everything on Tommy and that wouldn’t have been fair to Tommy.

Buck had been mean and hurtful the morning after their hookup, and yet Tommy still came when Buck called for help during the lab incident. Tommy didn’t have to risk his job, or getting in trouble with the law to help Buck. Tommy didn’t have to lead the army and the FBI on a wild high-stakes goose chase. Tommy could’ve said no, and Buck wouldn’t have been able to blame him for it. But Tommy did anyway. Tommy had already done far more for Buck than what was necessary, and Buck couldn’t stomach the thought of needing anything more from Tommy.

Buck knew that if he opened up and dumped everything on Tommy, Tommy would’ve been there for him and that wasn’t fair to Tommy after what Buck said and did. Buck missed Tommy like crazy, and he’d thought more recently about reaching out to Tommy, though he didn’t know what to say or where to start. Tommy had already given him a second chance after the hook up, and Buck figured maybe Tommy deserved better. Deserved someone who didn’t need a third chance to get it right. And then Buck met Sarah a couple weeks ago and everyone was so thrilled Buck was getting back onto the dating scene and Buck figured maybe they were all right and it was time he finally stopped thinking about Tommy.

Buck hadn’t stopped thinking about Tommy though. He thought about Tommy even when he shouldn’t, and honestly wasn’t sure he could stop thinking about Tommy if he tried. When on dates and in bed with Sarah, Buck would compare Sarah to Tommy (Tommy was always better, in every situation). When Buck was on shift he wondered if Tommy was working. When Buck went to the gym he thought about all the casual gym dates with Tommy. When he needed an oil change he thought about Tommy. Whenever he saw a helicopter he thought about Tommy. And for you was the soundtrack running on repeat in Buck’s brain. Tommy Kinard still lived rent-free in Buck’s thoughts.

“Hey.” Tommy smiled. “Haven’t heard from you in a while, how are you doing?”

“I uh, I’ve been okay.” Buck shrugged. “Getting better.”

“That’s good.” Tommy sat down next to Buck and sipped his own beer. “I’ve been thinking about you,” He looked at his ex-boyfriend.

“I uh,” Buck’s phone buzzed in his hand. A message from Sarah that she was almost there. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I’m actually meeting someone. I- I really wish I could stay and talk but,” Another message from Sarah reminding him about her Mojito. Buck sighed. “I’m here for someone else.”

“No worries.” Tommy told him. “Another time maybe.”

Buck nodded slightly and stood. “It was good to see you, and I really hope you’re doing well.” Buck went back to the host stand and was led to his table. “Your server will be with you in a moment. I understand someone else will be joining you?”

“Yeah, her name is Sarah, she’ll be looking for Buck.”

“Got it.” The host smiled. “Can I get you anything in the meantime?”

“Uh yeah, a mojito if it’s not too much trouble.” Buck told her.

“Sure. Your server will bring it over in just a moment.” The host smiled and left Buck.

Buck looked towards the lounge again, but he couldn’t see Tommy anymore. He couldn’t believe that just happened. Of all the restaurants in LA, somehow they’d both ended up at the same one at the same time. Buck really did wish he could’ve stayed at the bar and talked with Tommy. Tommy had been thinking of him, just like Buck had been thinking about Tommy. Buck wished he’d had more time to figure out what that meant.

A moment later a server appeared. “Hi I’m Steph, I’ll be your server tonight. I’ve got a mojito here for you,”

“It’s actually for my date she’ll be here any second.” Buck explained.

“Sure.” Steph set the drink at the empty place setting across from Buck. “Do you want to wait til she gets here to order?” Steph asked.

“Yeah, please.”

“Sure thing. I’ll pop back shortly.” Steph smiled.

Buck stared at the empty spot in front of him, wishing it was Tommy who would be coming to fill that seat instead of Sarah.

Suddenly Sarah was sitting down. “Ugh, traffic was a nightmare.” She huffed and sipped her drink. “Anyway, how are things?”

“F- fine,” Buck mumbled distractedly. “You?”

“Don’t even get me started…” Sarah began to go off on some rant about her work.

Buck hardly heard it over the sound of his thoughts. He happened to glance towards the door just in time to see Tommy leaving the restaurant.

“But it’s whatever,” Sarah looked up at Buck, who looked completely zoned out. “Buck.” She said sharply.

Buck knew at that moment that it was Tommy he wanted, and he realized that he could have that, he just needed to go for it. “Sarah I’m sorry but I actually need to go,” Buck’s mouth was moving a few seconds faster than his brain, surprising him, though he wasn’t upset about it either.

“Go? I just got here.” Sarah questioned.

“I know. I know. But um,” Buck grabbed his wallet. “This isn’t gonna work between us. It’s not personal, it- it’s me.” Buck tossed some cash on the table, enough for Sarah to get dinner and dessert and leave a nice tip for the server. “There’s someone else. I’m sorry. I wish you the best.” Buck then got up from the table and raced to catch Tommy before he could leave the parking lot.

---

Evan stood. “It was good to see you, and I really hope you’re doing well.”

Tommy watched as Evan headed towards the host stand and was led out of sight towards a table.

Tommy missed Evan like crazy, and not a day went by that Tommy hadn’t thought about Evan at least a little. Some days he wondered if he should’ve tried harder to be there for Evan after Bobby’s death. Other days he wondered if he should’ve given Evan more space.

Tommy knew he had no right to miss Evan. He was the one who ended it all those months ago, and when they were hooking up and talking about trying again in the morning, he never apologized for what he’d said during the break up. Sure he sort of told Evan how much he missed him- but not really-, he made Evan breakfast, but that didn’t make up for the fact that there was a lot he should’ve said to Evan and didn’t. Then Evan made it clear he didn’t want to try again, and Tommy took his queue and left.

Then the day of the lab incident Evan called needing a favor, and even if it wasn’t also to help Chimney and the rest of the 118, Tommy figured it was the least he could do for Evan after everything that had happened between them. And he knew not to get his hopes up about it either. Evan was only calling him because Tommy was the only person Evan knew who’d be able to do this and potentially willing to take such a risk. He stayed focused on what he was doing, and did his best to keep his emotions out of it. He slipped up a little when he noticed how upset Evan seemed that he was doing it for Chimney, he couldn’t help but tell Evan ‘and for you’. Evan’s smile at that had been more than worth it.

Tommy watched Evan breaking down alone in the tunnel, and he wanted nothing more than to go after him. Tommy tried, but they refused to let Tommy go in. He’d later regret not trying harder, not defying orders yet again and going in anyway. He tried reaching out to Evan a couple times before the funeral, but got no response. He figured maybe Evan needed some space, which Tommy gave him the day of Bobby’s funeral. Tommy tried a few more times to check in on Evan after the funeral, but when he was repeatedly met with nothing but radio silence, he eventually gave up and figured Evan didn’t want to hear from him.

Tommy was at that restaurant that night because it was sort of on his way home from work, and they had one of his favorite craft beers from a local microbrewery, so he decided to stop in for a drink. And then he spotted Evan at the bar and he couldn’t resist the urge to go over to him. Despite everything, Tommy missed Evan like he’d lost a limb. It didn’t matter what Tommy had said to Evan when he dumped him, Evan was Tommy’s last. There was no doubt about it. Tommy wouldn’t ever come close to feeling anything for anyone like what he felt for Evan.

While it wasn’t a very long conversation with Evan, Tommy was glad for it. If for no other reason than the fact that he got to hear from Evan that he was doing better, and Tommy had been able to see Evan himself to know it looked true enough. Part of Tommy had wanted to beg Evan to ditch whoever he was supposed to be meeting, but he didn’t. Instead he watched Evan walk away, and wondered if he felt half as bad as Evan did the times Evan watched Tommy leave.

Tommy finished his beer a couple minutes later and decided he should head home, resisting the urge to stay and try to catch even another glimpse of Evan. He got it anyway on his way out the door- Evan sitting across from some pretty well-put-together blond woman. Tommy hoped Evan was happy. Hoped she treated Evan better than he had. Goodness knew Evan deserved that.

Tommy headed around back towards his truck, trying to replace thoughts of Evan with thoughts of what to make for dinner.

Buck raced towards the back of the restaurant. “Sorry! Just passing through! Behind you! Sorry!” He exclaimed as he dashed through the restaurant’s kitchen. “Tommy!” He shouted when he saw Tommy almost at his truck right as Buck was almost to the door.

Tommy turned in time to see Evan come barrelling out the back door from the restaurant’s kitchen.

“Tommy, wait!” Buck exclaimed and jogged over to him. “I can’t lose you again.” He sucked in a breath. “Not again.” He shook his head.

“Lose me?” Tommy raised a brow and crossed his arms. “If anything I think it’s the other way around,”

“Look, Tommy, the last few months I- I’ve felt like I’ve been going out of my mind,” Buck admitted. “I loved you- I’m still in love with you.”

“Evan,” Tommy started in disbelief.

“No.” Buck cut him off. “You said you couldn’t be my first and my last, right? Well now there’s been someone in between, m- maybe a few someones depending on what counts. The point is, I don’t want them.” Buck looked Tommy dead in the eye and continued. “Tommy, I want you. And now you can be my last. I want you to be my last. I know I’ve said a lot of things to you that didn’t come out right, or weren’t what I meant, or were impulsive, but I mean this Tommy. I really mean it. I want you to be my last. And I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

Tommy swallowed hard and nodded slightly. “Okay,”

“O- okay?” Buck questioned, his heart racing with anxieties about what that could possibly mean, as he prepared himself to not let Tommy run again, at least not as easily as the times before.

“I think we both know there’s some things we should talk about- really talk to each other about,” Tommy said as Evan nodded frantically. “But I love you too. So okay. Let’s not lose each other again.”

Buck’s face broke out into a wide grin for all of a few seconds before he grabbed Tommy and pulled him in for a searing kiss right there in the parking lot. He savored the way Tommy’s lips moved against his own, how good and right it felt to kiss Tommy, he savored the way Tommy tasted, and the way he held Buck’s neck with one hand and hip with the other.

Tommy kissed Evan back, relishing in the way Evan moved, tasted, and felt against him. He’d spent months missing this, and to have it back almost felt like a fever-dream but it was real. Evan was here, in his arms, kissing him like it was the end of the world. Eventually Tommy had to break the kiss to take a breath, but he kept hanging on to Evan, not quite ready to let go yet. “Let’s go find somewhere to talk all by ourselves.” He murmured.

Buck nodded and smiled at Tommy before pulling him in for another kiss.

[pokeybananas]

Just this is 1000% true. I am always here and open to receive any one of the queerstake folks or questioning people.

I remember when my mom told me that my brother was gay. I was making pasta from scratch (I'm still this person tbh) and, even though we had family over, abandoned my starchy friend and sat in the bathtub and cried for like two hours. I was completely heartbroken. My heart aches for 16 year old me. Its so hard to be a teen. I'm truly so proud of the queer youth for figuring these things out about themselves.

Now I'm, like 14 years out from that, been out for like 3 years now (it certainly feels longer than that), in my own queer journey, just got divorced from a man, and turned 30.

My one piece of advice is***: don't deny who you are so you can fit into other people's expectations of you. I spent so long trying to please others **** (as I was raised to in the church) and my 20s were full of anxiety and loneliness (thank heavens for SSRIs). * Regardless of where your journey is or where it leads to, making major life decisions only to try and please others, or fit into some sort of ill-defined mold is nothing but misery. There is community outside of the church, there is found family too. To end on one of my favorite quotes: "the time will pass anyway."

*to anyone who thinks "people who left the church are lazy learners" or any of that other stuff, they are some of the bravest people I know. Would you like to try and completely redefine your belief system, lose your community, and work through all toxic ideas of ones self that the church teaches?

**If you don't count the not being involved with the church at all (i live in a kinda rural area and I see the missionaries at least one a week, why are there so many out here?) and the occasional sip of tea, and the tithing thing (the church has $250 BILLION, they're fine, they make more interest in 2 weeks than you probably ever will in your life)(for context, a million seconds ago was around 2021, a billion seconds ago we were in the middle of the Roman empire), I'm still completely temple worthy

*** I have many other pieces of advice, including "don't get married before your 25 at least, because like, I didn't realize I was gay until 29, and that came as a huge shock and I was married to a man for 7 years by that point", "when you first leave the church, you will have a realization, that not having substances and such never gave you a chance to really practice or observe self control. Bring $15 to the bar and call it early" "people are inherently good (for the most part)", "let people prove to you that you can trust them", "seriously have someone with experience with the substances that you TRUST help gauge how high/drunk you are" "start saving for retirement early" " you don't have to be busy every second of every day in order to be successful" "in the end, your knowledge and health are all you have", "choose and chase joy, but stalking is creepy", "find more exmormons if you want, they understand more of what you're going through" "just because you leave the church doesn't mean you also have to leave all the friends you've made behind" "

****my dad once home taught a guy who was gay and married to a woman. Can you imagine what misery that was not only for the husband, but especially for the wife? AND THEY HAD KIDS We already have women falling on so many swords in this faith, don't make them do it more

***** is my ADHD showing?

I just went browsing the queerstake tag for a little while, just, you know, curious about what's going on in there.

But I couldn't do it for very long. Very nearly every post is just.... pain. Mormon kids who want to do the right thing but also feel the need to be true to themselves. People who are struggling, who don't understand how the people that are supposed to be their community can treat them the way that they do.

Sometimes there are little posts of joy and acceptance, happiness among themselves. They've found some small community here on tumblr, and for that I am glad.

But it just reminds me of the weeks before I stopped being Mormon. It didn't feel like a process, not really. I believed, full stop, I knew the church was true. But I also knew that love was love and that it was good for people to live by how they felt inside, be that sexuality or gender. I knew that people deserve to be happy in this life and spend their days with a partner and in a body that they love.

And it really was just a step off a cliff when I suddenly realized that I just... didn't believe the same things as the church anymore. That my beliefs of kindness and understanding and love were things the church could not and would not accept or change for, and that if it did change for them, then it wasn't the true church anyway.

It was a relief, more than anything, to let go of the pain and confusion the church was putting me through.

It was a relief, to know that there were people and communities out there who would share that love and understanding I wanted, without any strings attached.

And if any queer mormons are reading this, just... please, know that there are other communities out there. Better ones. Kinder ones. You won't be alone, if you make that jump.

[marigraphia]

I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy 👉🏻👈🏻

The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)

And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos

[kameyyy]

why does this lowkey feel like a talking stage

[kalied0skull]

stuck in a state of feeling like water

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[m1ckeyb3rry]

so many au ideas for *****…when will i encounter PHAINON INSPIRATION 😭🙏🏻

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[sodacowboy]

I’ll get pictures later tonight but the third torso draft is not better than the second lmao

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

every time i try and actually think about gender stuff i always just come to the conclusion that its all stupid and pointless which probably isnt the best stance but also wtf else am i supposed to do at this point

[princewylder]

I'm designing Riku's SEES battle outfit for the CATT AU and the actual reason for his coat being a longer version of the regular SEES battle coat is that I want to keep his silhouette similar to his Phantom Thief outfit (his thief outfit has a long leather jacket). However the in-lore reason is kinda funny to think about because there is literally no other reason for him wanting to extend the jacket length other than "I will look way cooler trust me". And somehow he gets the scientists who designed the suits to agree.

[cepheusgalaxy]

If I was way wiser five months ago I would have started Espada an arc earlier 🤔

[seventh-district]

hhhrrrhggrghrghhhhhhh

ok i'm continuing my tag-yapping under a cut bc the tag limit can’t even hope to contain me this morning

CW: vent post (<- bc i don't have room for it in the tags and while this isn't quite like my typical vent posts, it definitely still has a lot of. idk. negative vibes. so. idk guys just scroll on by and leave me to my insanity)

(also i suppose i should warn for Arcane and Stranger Things spoilers, and Genshin Impact leaks. how did we get here idk this post is a fucking mess)

[continuing from where the tags left off]

like i have seen just enough spoilers to know that it’s gonna be another Eddie Stranger Things situation for me again. and that fixation was terrible man like don’t get me wrong i enjoy him a very normal amount these days and it’s fine but at the beginning??? i grieved that MF like he was a real person bro it was embarrassing. it literally brought me back to one of the worst emotional states i’ve ever suffered through. being prone to hyperfixating is fun and all until you’re sobbing in bed losing ur mind over missing someone that never even existed and you can’t function in your day-to-day life. then it’s not so fun. but anyways time lessens the pain of all wounds or whatever and i eventually became normal about Eddie. but like man. man i’ve got quite the feeling that Viktor will put me in a similar state. maybe hopefully not quite so bad but like. mmm. it would be a very bad idea to finally watch the show at this point in my life, given that things have quite literally never been worse and are only getting worse-er. but I Do Not Control The Fixation and i made the mistake of falling down a reaction-video rabbit hole on YT the other day. which i always regret bc i always end up on some random new misogynistic republican man’s channel who i’ve never heard of before and i just hurt my own feelings and it makes me lose hope in humanity and. it’s just always a bad time. like i only follow a very select few reaction channels who i actually enjoy but then i click on one (1) video and the fucking recommended videos always pull me in different directions and next thing i know it’s 3 hours later and i’m on a very different part of the internet and i realize oh there’s actually a lot of hate in the world. how did i get here. anyways.

about halfway down the rabbit hole i was watching some therapist guy reacting to Arcane bc i wanted to see his reaction to the Viktor and Jayce “Am I interrupting?” scene from S1EP2 bc it’s literally the only scene i’ve watched in-full (yes i engage with media in a very non-linear way don’t ask why there’s just something wrong with me) and bro. when i fucking tell you it felt like i got hit by a truck the moment Viktor was on screen— ,,,….,.,… like i didn’t realize how long it’d been since i’d seen it. and i. you know that meme that’s like “hyperfixation so bad i can’t engage with the source material”? yeah i experience that. like a lot. and i had one of those moments then. bc like. i’ve enjoyed his character for a long time. from a… distance? bc i’ve just never been ready to let the fixation fully hit me. ….. dear god i’ve been microdosing blorbos. jesus christ that’s funny. anyways where was i.

yeah i like. i read a bit of Viktor fanfic and admire fanart and gifs from the show and i have learned some of the gist of what’s going on with him through a particular creator’s rp audios that i have played to absolute death bc they’re very good. so i’m like. already attached to the character. he’s up there in my head with all the other blorbos. but i’ve never fully engaged with the source material. and so when he came on screen in that guy’s reaction video it was like. idk how to describe it. staring at the sun? or like. taking too much of a drug… idk i can’t. find the right metaphor. but it was just. Intense and it hit me all at once and i literally had to close the video like— i couldn’t take it lmfao. but ever since that i’ve got this urge to finally watch the show in full. but i’ve gathered through out-of-context screenshots and bits of people’s reactions to S2 that he.. dies? i think?? possibly more than once??? like i don’t really know any details and have very little context to go off of but i am surmising that he loses himself in hextech and goes robo-jesus mode in his search for тhe Glorious Ovulation or whatever the fuck is going on in this show that he then. dies?? with Jayce??? or ascends to the astral realm or some shit. like i literally have no clue what’s going on in that screenshot that was all over tumblr for a while after S2 dropped but. something is happening and i think it’s gonna be sad. (lmao i'm rereading this and i gotta say the Russian T wasn't intentional, i was typing too fast and accidentally switched keyboards instead of capitalizing it. but it made me laugh so i'm leaving it)

and like. i recognize that a character’s death can serve a respectable purpose in a good story and death is an inevitable part of life and all that. i respect it. but u must also understand that i am a sensitive little baby who has to endure enough angst in my real life that i selfishly want all my fave little blorbos to live forever and ever and happily ever after off into the sunset. okay? duality of man or whatever. (well, the happily part isn’t rlly necessary. i love angst i just hate death. they don’t gotta be happy forever they just gotta be alive. there is. a Reason that one of Saoirse’s defining characteristics is their infinite revivals resulting in effective immortality. all the angst of death with none of the permanence. and there’s a Reason that a lot of my favorite characters are Gods and angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and cyborgs and automatons. long-life species. i want so much more time than i’m ever gonna get and i Will project that onto the media i create and consume. next question.) so. where was i. oh yeah. so like. while i Accept the fact that Viktor’s presumably gonna die. i just know it’s gonna be an Eddie situation with me again and i don’t think my fragile psyche can handle that rn. so i guess i’ll just suppress the desire to watch Arcane until morale improves.

which is probably wise regardless of the emotional impact it’ll have on me given that i’m in one of my migraine-prone phases again and i know myself well enough to know damn well that if i start watching it rn i’ll binge the whole thing in like 2 days, induce a god-awful migraine from the screen-staring and lose touch with reality in the process. and hate myself for wasting time on a show when i could be doing literally anything else. like that’s a major reason i hardly ever watch anything anymore bc it just makes me feel more guilty for being lazy. bc like. in my mind if i’m writing or coloring or playing a game or engaging in any hobby that requires me to interact with it in some way, i can feel less bad for wasting time on it bc i’m at least Doing something. but watching a show or a movie or even a YT video just feels that much more lazy bc i’m literally just laying in bed staring at a screen not moving or using my brain. and i realize that i wouldn’t ever criticize someone else for it but. there’s another standard when it comes to me. like i know i should be studying and learning and working and cleaning and exercising and socializing and forcing myself to attend to all the adult responsibilities that are piling up on me. so if i’m gonna keep avoiding them then the least i could do is do something at least pseudo-productive instead. (even if that’s spending 2 hours yapping on Tumblr about how i can’t decide what to do today. apparently)

OKAY it's 12pm and i'm back. i drafted this post and forced myself out of bed, gave the entire bathroom a good cleaning, straightened up the living room, cleaned all the trash out of my bedroom, put a honeysuckle cube in my wax melter, got some ice cream and now i'm back to finish yapping.

the storms seem to have let up and i Should get in the shower but now my back hurts and i'm tired bc i have enough energy for approximately 1.5 tasks per day. so i'll just stay greasy until tomorrow. and due to the way the shower drains in this dysfunctional house i'll still have to speedrun my shower even then, or manually drain the septic tank since the ground is so saturated with water rn. and god it's supposed to rain more in a few days.. this is not gonna be good for the mold and structural problems. sigh. anyways where was i. god this post got long i am just a yapping machine today aren't i? we're taking the 'public diary' tag to heart with this one, boys

okay i got dragged away to deal with some stupid shit and it's now past 1pm and the smell of the wax melt is threatening to bring my migraine back and making my throat hurt and the sugar from the ice cream is making me feel sick. so today is falling apart spectacularly as per usual and i will likely get nothing else done except the dinner i have to make. maybe i'll be able to force myself to brush my teeth before bed. i love being mentally ill it's great we have fun here. /sarc

i hate how i've only got 10 or so hours of energy in me these days even though i get plenty of sleep. i wanna go to beeeeed and the rain outside the window is lulling me. anyways. i Will finish this comically long vent post if it's the last thing i do today.

take a shot every time i say anyways.

o k a y. it is nearly 5pm. and i might, just maybe might, finally be able to sit down and finish this. i am now finally back at my desk with pain thrumming in my back and legs and knees and my tummy is grumbling. but the overwhelming honeysuckle smell in my room has dissipated and my migraine hasn't returned yet and at least i can relax in a nice quiet dark cool 63 degree room after spending hours in a loud brightly lit 78 degree environment. so that's something to be grateful for. god bless my AC unit

maybe one day i'll get the chance to live a life that's actually my own. but until then i suppose there's always escapism!

speaking of, all day i've had my new Venti fic on my mind. calling it a fic sounds too.. grandiose? but it's too big to be a oneshot. what do you call a ~20k word story split into a few chapters. 'novella' sounds way too fancy to be used for fanfic. 'short story' sounds generic and also implies that it's original content. i guess it's just a small fic. a mini-fic maybe. yet another oneshot that got way outta hand. his rerun banner goes live on the uh.. 16th i think. and if i lock in i Could get the fic ready to post by then. and i think i'd like to. but there's no telling what happens in my day-to-day life that might prevent me from doing so. and it's not like there's really any good reason that i'm trying to make the two things line up, i just like using arbitrary days and dates as a source of motivation ig. but we're getting a bit of a Mondstadt revival(!!!) in 5.6 so i could also wait until then and it would still feel kinda celebratory. but it's an angsty story so idk why i'm trying to pair it up with a happy day anyways lmao. his birthday is coming up on 6/16 so i've got 2 days and 10 months. .. god i'm more tired than i thought. okay nope lets try that again. i've got 2 months and 10 days to get either the last chapters of Heaven In Hiding or some other new little fic ready to go up if i wanna post something else for his birthday. or maybe my real life horrors will take precedence and i won't get anything finished in time. that's a very real possibility.

i've been getting the urge to write for ES and [N]MbD again too. and i finally played through the Banana Outrage quest from HSR 2.6 and am now sitting on several ideas for Boothill comfort and reverse comfort oneshots. and i feel like there was some other character i had an idea to write for but my tired brain cannot recall it, if it ever existed. i've been sitting on a finished Ghost Band Dew x Reader OCD comfort fic for aaages now but i'm. embarrassed about it bc i just bullshit.. bullshitted.. bullshat? my way through the entire premise/setup and i feel like it's silly or inaccurate bc i have. Zero idea how a ministry.. monastery?.. church? thingy?? like whatever exists in the Ghost lore actually works. like i'm not even trying to adhere to canon so i guess i have as much creative freedom as i want but i also feel like what i wrote is unrealistic even within the fanon interpretations. and Dew is probably ooc anyway.. so i've been toying with the idea of scrapping the whole thing and rewriting the fic for a third time with some other character from another media that i know better. but hhhhhhh maybe one day i'll just be brave and post it and let ppl make fun of me if it sucks. like i'm not nervous about the actual OCD-comfort aspect bc i know exactly how to handle that. but the world i set the scene in is one i am not familiar enough with. idk, it feels.. forced, to me. which is funny bc the original version of the fic was with Eddie Stranger Things instead 😭 same OCD comfort premise just. different blorbo in a different setting. but my fixation on him waned and i hadn't fully fleshed the scene out yet anyway so i just scrapped it and used the idea for a Dew Ghost fic instead. but i've sat on it for so long that that fixation has waned as well and now i'm like... do i keep recycling this stupid oneshot for different blorbos indefinitely or what? idk. it's Overthinking Hours rn i guess

my Point is that i hate how as soon as i tell myself 'No More Fics Until You Get A Damn License' i suddenly have ideas and motivation for ten different projects. and yes i know it's probably just my avoidance manifesting itself. wanting to busy myself with writing so i can feel productive while avoiding my greatest fears. but knowing that doesn't change that it's happening!! i am sitting here hyper-self-aware in a hell of my own creation!!

but i should know better by now than to think i can force myself to do something by denying myself other things. it always ends up with me just doing nothing instead. there is no force strong enough to motivate me until the consequences of inaction become genuinely unbearable. and brother i can bear a lot in the name of avoidance.

and it's not like the environment i'm in is whatsoever encouraging me. maybe i'd feel different about it if i had a safe, functional vehicle to drive instead of something that won't even pass the safety inspection. maybe i'd feel different about it if i knew it wasn't gonna run me another $100+ a month on insurance i can't afford and legally have to have. maybe i'd feel different about it if i had someone i liked and trusted that would be patient with me and encourage me every day and teach me everything i need to know instead of just. expecting me to magically obtain all of this knowledge bc i'm 'smart'. like. my father in christ the apple unfortunately doesn't fall that far from the dumbass tree. just because i know a few big words and can weave them together decently when i try real hard doesn't mean everything comes easy to me. i was never all that 'gifted' i'm just good at memorizing shit. i dropped out of school the very second shit got too hard. i have never in my life learned how to study anything. i am a spoiled little baby who never had to try hard and now if it doesn't genuinely hold my attention/pique my interest/fixate me or i can't memorize it within a very short period of time, any and all information will simply bounce right back off of my brain. so tell me how in the fuck i'm supposed to force myself to study something that i not only couldn't care less about, but actively fear. how do i do it.

'you do it scared' yeah yeah i know. i've heard. but unfortunately until the conces get closer to quencing and life forces my hand, i'm afraid i'm just gonna sit here maladaptively playing with silly little characters in my mind and miserably avoiding all my fears just like i have for the past decade.

anyways. what a day. it's 6pm so i've hit my 16-hour consciousness quota and wanna crash in bed but i should try to push it a little further so maybe i'll wake up at a more normal time tomorrow. and just as i figured it might, this unintentional day-long post has chronicled the often-occurring scenario where i stress out about how to spend my day and then the whole day just kinda slips away from me anyways and i don't get anything done that i wanted to. typical Sunday vibes i suppose.

while i won't be watching any shows or doing any writing tonight and don't even feel in the mood to do any gaming, mayhaps i'll linger on Tumblr for a little while longer and fill up my queue so i can feel like i at least did one of the things i thought about doing this morning. i do wish i were more consistently active on this blog bc believe it or not i Do love it here. i'm just often too tired to do just about anything but the bare minimum these days and sadly, blogging is not on that priority list.

but it's not often these days that i put so many of my thoughts into words like i have here and tbh i'm feeling kinda drained now so i might just work on a coloring page, eat my mashed potatoes and let my brain go quiet with some youtube video in the background. that sounds nice. /gen

goodnight, Tumblr.

[buttercupshands]

I had the silliest idea pop up in my head and couldn't refuse it

even though I'm sleepy

[yan-randomfandom]

I've been reading the fanart. You have a natural talent for creating a more distinctive personality for the Saja Boys from the bits and pieces they gave us in the movie!

Ever since that fanart where the Saja sneaked into the reader's room, I couldn't stop imagining what they would be like sleeping alone with her, as if every day of the week except the weekends they will take turns sleeping with the reader or something like that.

And again, I love your writing. I hope you like the idea. Have a nice day!!!

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; anon thank you so much heheh!!! this one isn't too accurate to your idea, but i love it and i hope it's still okay!

summary; physical touch with the boys and why they wanna go to your bedroom :))) (touch starved. written separately but they all live in the same housing)

warnings; stalking (watching you sleep), body curious, touching w no permission, nothing sexual tho!

— 🍃 [Monday]

Here's the thing, guys. The boys don't actually need sleep. They're demons. Sleep isn't something their bodies need—instead it's something they want. They are still aware and can feel through touch, which is exactly why they'd prefer to sleep with you.

You're warm, so alive, and they don't know it yet.

Surprisingly enough, Jinu is the first one to knock on your door.

"Jinu?" you drawl, voice laced with sleep. He stands awkwardly by the doorway, patiently waiting for you to process what's happening. Glancing idly at your sleepwear and dimlit room.

You yawn, widening the door. "What's up? Need something?" You pause, raising a lazy accusing finger. "Wait. You're not here to suck my blood, are you—?!"

"What? No!" Jinu gasps, almost offended. You sigh out of relief anyway.

"...We're not interested in physical bodies. Anyway, uh, sorry for waking you up. I just need to see how our socials are going," he explains as he steps into your room. "You can power your computer and go back to sleep."

As soon as you heard the word 'social', you were already turning it on. "'kay, buddy. You sure you don't need help, though? I know I taught you a bit but I understand it can get confusing—"

"No, no," Jinu huffs, denial flooding his form. "I can do it."

"You remember how to turn it off?"

"Yes. Don't worry."

Then you fall asleep next to him, your body slightly pressing against his. His eyes slowly drift away from the glow of the computer screen to your sleeping form. He stares for a moment.

Soft, warm. It reminds him of the past on how he couldn't sleep with his own fam—

Jinu pulls the computer plug off and teleports away.

—💐 [Tuesday]

Baby made you piggyback him. A lot. It was sort of your fault.

You saw the Saja Boys taking turns carrying him—it was a pretty funny ordeal. Then you jokingly offered to piggyback him to see what the hype was about.

He accepted it all too eagerly. As soon as his full weight falls on you, you're genuinely surprised at how light he is. It's probably equivalent to a box full of volleyballs.

"You're lighter than I thought," you say, adjusting your arms behind his legs.

Baby suddenly lets his head rest on yours. "Why are you so..." Warm. He buries himself into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

"Why am I so what?" you ask, turning your head, only achieving to tickle him more.

He doesn't let you go for the rest of the day.

And by extension, night.

You tried to complain at first. "Didn't we agree to—"

"Just this once, please?"

You folded.

He snuggles all comfortable within your arms, acting as the little spoon, greedily content in your warmth and breathing.

But then you wake up with his mouth on your skin. He wasn't biting, sucking, or anything. It was just.... there.

Still, though, you assumed the worst.

"I thought you said demons don't suck blood, Jinu!?!"

"We don't!!?!"

—🪷 [Wednesday]

Abby wanted you to touch his abs for some mysterious reason. Yapping about how "no one else will have this chance," or "you might not live long enough to feel it!" and "I actually haven't let anyone touch my artificial abs yet" — it was really weird, but you shrugged it off and agreed anyway.

Like hell yeah. Sure, why not?

So he unbuttons his shirt, all giddy, and watches as you reach for his skin.

You make contact with his abs. Caressing it gently, it feels normal in texture — but you suppose it's a little too cold. The fact didn't totally sound weird at the time.

Looking up, you flinch at Abby's expression. You thought he'd be smiling, like he was the whole time, but he looks so serious that it's actually concerning. He's not looking at you; his eyes were down and fixated on your hand.

You notice, pulling your hand away from him, and snapping your fingers. "You okay?"

He blinks. "Uh."

Later that night, Abby welcomes himself into your room.

He stares at you from the corner. From the center. From the edge of your bedframe. On your bed.

Sometimes, he'd gently let his hands roam over your exposed skin. Mostly your warm hands. And your warm face.

You wake up to find his face in front of you.

Screaming, you unintentionally kick him in the abs.

"Ow, my perfectly crafted abs!"

— 🪻 [Thursday]

Mystery almost lost it when you pat his head.

You did it voluntarily. It's a nice, comforting feeling as you pat his shoulder, his arm, and his cheek. He utterly melts under your casual touches without a single word.

He loves it. You leave him demanding for more. So, Mystery decides to linger around you like a guard dog. Who hopes to be spoiled, who wishes to be held.

But, then, night comes.

"You're not exactly allowed in my room," you say, only to pause when he straight up whimpers.

... You folded. With a sigh, you step away from the door and give him space to walk in.

He happily skips into your room, flopping face-first on your bed. You stare at him for a moment, thinking about how despite them not being human — they really love to rest.

You lie down, feeling Mystery move around under your blanket, closing your eyes when he finds himself comfortable against your chest.

Your chest rising and falling with every breath—Mystery simply can't help but feel envious.

— 🌺 [Friday]

Romance is confused.

There's a buzz between his band members — apparently, they visited your bedroom? Didn't they agree to avoid that specific place in this house?

He doesn't realize he's been staring blankly at nowhere. Reality hits him hard when something gentle touches his hair.

"Might wanna style your hair again, Rome," you chuckle, brushing his hair with your fingers. He shivers when your skin grazes his forehead. "You got the bed head. Though I guess you just snap your fingers and it'd be all okay."

You leave right after that, but Romance keeps staring at the last place he saw your figure, his fingers fidgeting with the hair you just touched.

Okay. He gets it now.

Next day, you woke up with him hovering over your head.

You suddenly grab his shoulders, push him back against your bed, breathing heavy from the shock. The bed sinks under both your weight.

Romance stares immensely up at you.

"You guys," you breath, "will be the death of me."

He smirks. "I can only imagine."

— krazy