#This is also me speaking as someone who has yet to catch up w the manga & is a fake fan fujo 1000%

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The reason why i like str is cuz hes someone whos inclined to be selfish. hes humanity’s strongest whos been raised to think his birth alone changed the tides of the world . why does he have to care about anybody? sgr was the only person who was able to touch str beyond that. nnmin here compares him to the sadistic the immature mahito whos in knjk camp for his own entertainment. & i think thats part of why i like str cuz hes not a heart of gold under his cold persona bleeding heart typical older shounen father figure .. hes more like their older cousin or uncle that wire them 500k a month beats them up and go well go by ur mom and figure the rest of it out ^_^ where’s sgr btw.

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YES TO HEAVEN: jj maybank x reader

Synopsis: Three times JJ is told you love him (+1 time he finally says it back.)

TW: mentions of physical, emotional and verbal abuse, mentions of drug usage (weed), alcohol consumption, mention of Luke Maybank, mention of child abuse, angst to fluff, use of y/n

If there is one thing everyone in the Outer Banks knows about JJ Maybank? It’s his ferocious loyalty. He’s probably the most loyal man to walk the planet. The boy would walk into a fire blind to save the people he loves even if he only had a 0.99% chance of doing so, he’d rather take that chance over anything else.

But, there was one thing you knew about JJ Maybank and that was the fact he was terrified of love. The irony right? A boy so full of love that he’s nearly bursting at the seams, petrified that he isn’t worthy of the very thing.

And yet…you love him as though it’s as easy as breathing.

A fact that he can’t seem to except, no matter how hard he tries.

-

1st Time: SHARING A JOINT

The first time you tell JJ you love him, and not in the friendly way, is when you are both high as kites.

And that’s exactly what JJ pins it down to, the fact that you’re only saying you love him because you’re high. There couldn’t possibly any other reason you love someone like him, right?

“It’s crazy as shit to think that the stars…they’re just like a bunch of dead suns but they’re still vibin’ it up in the sky man.” JJ rambles, intoxicated brain running at a slower pace than usual but still managing keeping up with his everyday hyperactive sober brain.

You stare lovingly, not at the dead suns, but at JJ. Despite how much you’d smoked, your eyes held so much adoration that the Maybank boy could feel it burning into the side of the face and he didn’t dare turn you’re way because he’s sure he’d up and bolt at the sight of such love.

“I wish I could be a star, just chillin’ light years after my death and being some beautiful light in the sky it’s so-“

“I love you.” You blurt out, mind not catching up to the words that had slipped past your lips and perhaps not even realising you’d said them out loud until JJ’s head snapped in your direction at the speed of light.

The look on his face nearly made you cry, the look of utter terror that flashed on his features would be enough to make anyone cry because how could anyone hurt this boy? A boy so special, kind and loving.

A boy who currently looked at you like you had three heads.

“W-What?” JJ splutters, he’d planned to play it off jokingly, as though you were saying it in a friendly way. But he wasn’t stupid, sure he’s had a lot of cuncussion due to all the blows to the head he’s taken, but he wasn’t stupid. Nor was he blind.

He knew the way you looked at him and he knew he looked at you that way too.

You cheeks flush slightly, JJ also tries to downplay that as you being high outta your mind, “I just…I love you, Jay.” You whisper, so earnestly and full of meaning that JJ laughs.

He actually laughs.

You feel sick.

“Nah, you don’t love me man.” He throws out, mind sobering up so quickly that it almost gives him whiplash with the speed it happens. He sits up and shuffles away from you slightly, the feeling of rejection burns deeply in your gut.

You don’t feel so high anymore.

“But I do, love you I mean.” You state, beginning to anxiously pick at your nails as JJ scoffs, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek as he pulls himself to his feet.

It’s almost embarrassing how quick you are to follow.

“Why’d you-“ He starts, throwing his hands up before slapping them back to his thighs, his glare cutting you in half like a sharp knife. “You- you’re high, y/n, you prolly’ ain’t gonna remember this in the morning.”

You try to speak, but your mouth is hoarse and you wonder if you even have the strength to open it.

“Let’s just forget about this, yeah?” He sighs out and you nearly cry at how you nod, forcing a smile for his benefit.

2nd Time: JOHN B

JJ is sat in the hammock at the Château, blue eyes intently watching as you, Kiara and Sarah giggle like three little girls as you share stories animatedly between one another.

The boy doesn’t even realises he’s smiling at the sight until John B speaks from beside him, “What’s got you looking so happy, and if you dare say you’ve jacked off in my hammock I swear to god…I’ll kill you.” JB warns jokingly, bringing himself to sit across from the blonde haired boy as JJ’s cheeks basically flush.

“Nah man, you know I wouldn’t do that shit infront of impressionable ladies.” He mocks, eyes darting to you and back to John B who looks at JJ as though he’s got him all figured out.

“What’re you doin’ anyway? Thought you, Pope n Cleo were off gettin’ some beers?” He then quizzes, trying to play it off, he can essentially feel John B’s interrogation looming.

The Routledge boy shrugs, “We were, we got back like ten minutes ago, you not hear us call out?”

Busted. He’s so fucking busted.

JJ clears his throat as he leans back on his arms, “Was probably nappin’ the sun has been killin’ me off, bro.”

“Uh huh, you sure it’s the sun that’s been making you all…distracted?” John B quizzes, eyebrow raised as he stares intently at his best friend who refuses to look him in the eye. Completely out of character for JJ’s golden retriever like nature, he never avoided eyes with anyone unless he was afraid.

JJ clenched his jaw, his eyes unknowingly travelling to you once more and this time, John B follows his line of sight and his mind clicks into place.

“Ah.” He him making JJ’s head snap toward him as the Maybank boy narrows his eyes toward his best friend.

“What? What does ‘ah’ mean?” JJ interrogates quickly, nudging JB with his knee so the boy would answer him instead of wearing a very annoying smirk on his sun kissed face.

“Ah means that you have feelings for y/n.” John B states bluntly, deciding to not beat around the bush because he knew better than anyone that beating around the bush is exactly the thing that has prevented you and JJ from confronting your feelings for this long.

JJ shifts uncomfortably and shakes his head, “The fuck? Only feelings I have for y/n are like the same ones I have for like…Kiara and Cleo, hell even you man.” JJ quickly defends and from the corner of his eye, he tries not to watch as you laugh so beautifully at something Sarah said.

Your laugh was like JJ’s own personal drug, if he could bottle the sound and get drunk to it every night he would.

John B laughs dryly before saying, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Jay, she obviously likes or even loves you back so why not just…you know?” He says, imitating kissing motions with his hands as JJ’s face scrunches up.

“First of all, that makes you look like your a puppet bein’ controlled or some shit,” JJ begins, sitting up slightly in the hammock “And secondly, she obviously doesn’t like me and I don’t like her, we’re just friends.” He stresses, shrugging despite the desperate look in his eyes that always tells John B the truth of it.

And to prove himself wrong, both you and JJ turn your heads at the same time, catching each other’s gaze for a few moments. You always felt as though the world comes come to a halt when this happens, as though both you and him were the only ones in the world but then you feel Kiara nudge your shoulder and you remember JJ said he basically wouldn’t feel the same way about you, ever.

John B shook his head with a small laugh as he watches the interaction, standing up from the hammock as JJ’s eyes dart from yours and up to John B who gives him a quick pat to the shoulder.

“I don’t know what you tell yourself, bro, but…friends don’t look at each other like that.”

3rd time: AFTER A FIGHT WITH LUKE.

The third time that JJ is told you love him probably goes down in the worst way possible.

JJ had just had a huge argument with his father, the reason for which he couldn’t even remember now, all he knows is Luke had punched him square in the jaw and followed it with a kick to the ribs for good measure.

So, JJ was bottled to the brim with anger. And to make matters worse? You were looking at him with so much love that it made him feel sick, he didn’t deserve that love. He didn’t deserve you.

He was currently sat on the dock of the Château, face tensed and twisted with anger as he stared out at the water and you sat beside him…face twisted with anguish at the fact this had happened to the boy you loved.

JJ couldn’t look at you, again. But not because he didn’t want to but because he knew that if he did, he’d likely flip the top off the bottle that was holding everything inside of him and the thought of doing so absolutely terrified him.

“Do you want me to get some ice for your cheek? It’d probably help with the swelling.” You ask softly, eyes trailing down the side of the boys face as he doesn’t respond.

JJ really wanted you to be quiet but your love and care was overflowing and his was overcome by a blinding anger that he was struggling hard to contain, the anger that was hanging loosely by a thread which he sensed was about to be snapped at any moment.

“Or maybe a beer? Or I could roll a joint? It might be good if you-“

“God, would you just shut the fuck up!”

Snap.

Your face subtly drops but you’re quick to pick it back up, you know you have no right to be upset, he’s just angry at his dad. He’s not angry at you, right?

“All you ever fuckin’ do is yap down my ear, ‘oh do you want some ice JJ?’, ‘do you like this new shirt I got JJ?’, ‘I love you, JJ.” The boy mocks and you feel as though you’re being sliced open, your feelings laid bare like a wounded animal.

JJ scoffs out a dry humourless laugh as he raises to his feet, you are once again embarrassingly quick to follow. “I mean, it’s so fuckin’ tiring, you spout so much worthless shit down my ear like how am I supposed to get a clear thought when you’re clinging to me like I’m some sort of lost limb! It’s pathetic as shit, bro!”

His chest heaves in pure anger, anger you desperatley try to believe isn’t directed at you.

“This is just your anger talkin’, Jay, it’s not me you’re angry at its-“ JJ groans loudly enough to cut you off as his hands gesture to you wildly.

“And here you go again! Wafflin’ bullshit that I don’t give a fuck about, dictating to me how I should feel! Is that what you hoped? When you told me you loved me? That you’d get the same thing said back?” Your heart beat is sickeningly fast in your chest and you try to will your voice to come out as strong when you mutter;

“I mean, maybe? I-I never expected for you to say it back-“

“Damn y/n, I mean I know you’re smart but I never took you to be blind as shit! You and me? We ain’t gonna happen!” As JJ’s fuse burns out, his chest heaving and his words all but escaping him your heart shatters.

You both stand there, staring widely at one another.

Regret seeps into JJ’s eyes so quickly that you don’t have time to notice, your own eyes holding so much hurt that it cuts right through JJ’s anger and grasps harshly at his heart. Tugging roughly at the love he has for you, his blue eyes sweeping over your soul shattering expression.

JJ wants you to scream back, he wants you to hit him, he knows he deserves it. But you’re not his dad, and he’s unleashed his anger on you like you were.

You’d never lay a hand on him, the thought of doing so would likely make you keel over and vomit. You’re probably the most gentle person he’s ever come across and he’s just thrown whatever gentleness you’d extended to him, through your love for him, right back right into your face. Harshly.

And all you say in response?

Nothing at all.

You nod, tears now horrifically slipping down your face as you simply turn and walk away.

JJ’s ashamed to admit he doesn’t go after you, he remains frozen in place. Mind whirring at the fact that for a second, he’d acted exactly like his father.

+1: JJ SAYS IT BACK.

You never claimed to be an expert on love, you actually found it incredibly hard to believe in. Growing up and not seeing your parents love one another is a harsh reminder that you don’t actually know what love is supposed to be.

Or, maybe you do.

It’s the love you hold so dearly for your friends, the small things you love like the music you listen to and the mismatched socks you wear.

Love is how you’d define what you held in your heart for JJ, despite all the cruel words he’d hauled your way.

There is one thing your parents taught you about love…the fact that it hurts.

You’d never seen your parents actively be happy together, but when you looked upon old photos and gazed at your older siblings you knew they must’ve loved each other once upon a time. You and your siblings were a product of that love, the proof that danced in front of their faces to ensure they don’t forget. Proof of a love that burned out.

You don’t think your love for JJ will ever burn out and that’s what hurts you the most. You can’t even bring yourself to be angry at him for what he said, because he was right.

Why did you expect him to feel the same way? Why did you even hold out hope?

You hadn’t seen the Maybank boy since your fight, Sarah had told you that he was searching high and low for you but you’d somehow managed to stay out of his path.

In other words? You were hiding on the beach where you first told JJ you loved him. In a very cliche movie kind of way, you knew he wouldn’t think to check this particular spot until the last minute.

And you didn’t intend on being here when he did figure it out, but, in the aftermath? You’re insanely glad you were.

You hear him approach, you don’t acknowledge him but JJ approaches anyway and he stands still just watching you for a few moments, clearly undecided on what he could say to you.

JJ had come up with a million different speeches and scenarios of how this would play out but he didn’t expect to be tongue tied the minute he caught sight of you laying on the beach, simply gazing up at the stars.

So, he brings himself to lay beside you. He keeps a respectful distance but the fact you aren’t maiming him to death or screaming for him to leave gives him the slightest flicker of hope.

“You know, it’s uh crazy as shit to think about the stars, they’re just a bunch of dead suns but they’re still vibin’ up in the sky.” JJ quotes and he swears he sees the corner of your lip twitch, you just won’t give him the satisfaction of a smile.

“I always liked the stars, in a sort of fucked up way, they remind me that i’m not alone. That there’s billions of people under the same exact sky livin’ and breathin’ at the same time as me.” He rambles, his head now turning to you so he can gaze upon you.

This time, you’re the one who can’t bring yourself to look back.

“What I’m tryna say is, the stars…they remind me of you.” At that, your eyes find his, JJ smiling softly as he catches your gaze.

“Stars are so beautiful, they can direct you on the places you need to go a-and they remind you that no matter what, they’ll always be there, so insanely gorgeous.” You sit up and JJ is proudly fast to follow you this time.

“Wh- why are you saying this, JJ?” You whisper, voice so gentle that JJ’s heart aches at the fact he said all those cruel things to you.

“I’m saying this because…I-I love you, and i’m sorry i’ve been such a fucking idiot and i’ve been hiding behind this stupid ass wall I put up but i just know that ever since I met you…no one else has been worth even thinkin’ about.” He rambles desperately, hands coming to clasp your own as you stare up at him.

You’re so beautiful that JJ has to physically restrain himself from simply smashing his lips onto yours before you can take the time to respond.

You stare at him with so much fear in your eyes that JJ imagines it’s exactly what he looked like when you told him you loved him that first time.

“B-but what if things get like complicated? What if we fight? I-I mean-“ You start but JJ is quick to cut you off.

“I don’t care how complicated this gets, baby, I want you.” He says so earnestly and full of meaning that it takes you all but two seconds to lean forward and kiss him.

JJ happily excepts your kiss, the two of you breathing a sigh of relief at the feeling.

And from the corner of his eye, JJ thinks he sees the stars shine a little bit brighter.

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scaramouche x gn!reader

summary: you start seeing less and less of your lover and more and more of him with someone else.

- 2,522 words and 13,694 characters.

- slight cursing

a/n: sorry for not updating for so long •́ ‿ ,•̀ exams just ended. have this and not a part 2 of my last fic LOL.

9 days, 14 hours, 58 minutes and 2 seconds.

you don't know how you managed to keep track of the time but that's how long since you've seen your boyfriend in the day. if it wasn't for your shared apartment, you might've not even catch a glimpse of him at all.

these days, scaramouche has been coming home late and going out a lot. it's the reason why you've been staying up late night, waiting at the dinner table until he comes home for the dinner you prepared. but everytime he comes home it's already 2 am and the food has gone cold. you even offer to heat it up for him but he's either not hungry, already ate, or tired. but not too tired to go out with his friends it seems. and although you said friends, you're referring to a particular girl he's been spending more time with than anyone else. more time than with you. it didn't take long for you to find out why he's been ditching you. but it has been so long since you knew the reason yet you've done nothing about it.

you still wait at the kitchen table for who knows how long. but you always end up falling asleep, not noticing when he comes home. and the next day when you wake up, he's gone. that's basically your everyday routine. all you do is stay holed up in your shared apartment all alone. you didn't have much friends compared to him since you chose to hang out with him most of the time.

10 days, 2 hours, 4 minutes and 31 seconds.

it's late at night when scaramouche just entered the apartment. fortunately, you woke up almost immediately after hearing the door unlock. you fell asleep on the table, once again. and before scaramouche could even enter his bedroom, you called out his name.

"wait! scara..!" you still feel groggy from just waking up but you couldn't miss this chance. the chance to confront him. he stops in his tracks and slowly turns his head into your direction.

"what? be quick, i'm tired." scara replies. he was never the warm type of person, but he was also never this cold. you've never heard him speak in a tone like this. cold as ice. hearing him speak like that made you hesitate and even more nervous than you already were.

you nervously speak up,

"w-well, you know these days i've been thinking... you might be spending too much time with your friends and a girl i've been seeing you with. because we've barely hung out together compared to you and your friends." you finally confront of him. hoping he would understand how you feel, just like how you understand that he can have other friends as well.

"because of that, it's been really... lonely. I really don't wanna sound dramatic but maybe we could-"

"you are though." you internally flinch. before you could even finish what you were gonna say, scaramouche interrupted you. "you're being so dramatic y/n! can't i hang out with my friends?! you think you're the only one i have?! archons, there's so many people out there better than you! you're being so possesive."

you? possesive? is he being for real? are you wrong for wanting to spend time with your lover? his words keep echoing in your mind. 'dramatic, better than you, possesive.' you wanted to fight back and defend yourself. but, you wouldn't. you couldn't. you knew that he has other people to rely on too but who knew it would hurt this much when it's being said to you directly. what you didn't know is that he would choose to rely on them over you. now you look like a blind fool, who only saw the truth right now. the truth to his feelings. 'is that how he thinks of me?' you were stunned. too hurt to speak. but you snapped out of your daze once you felt something wet rolling down your face. a tear. you were, crying. crying for a guy who you knew you don't deserve. but you couldn't help it. all you could do now is wipe your tears.

"s-scara no- i'm sorry," what for? why do you need to apologize? "how about i join you with your friends instead? that way we both cou-"

"pfft." scaramouche tried holding his laughter. keyword: tried. he fails. bursting into a fit of laughter. "you? join us? tsk. don't make a joke like that, seriously... i don't need anybody to embarrass me infront of my friends. i told you, i'm too tired for this shit." and just like that, scara entered his room. leaving you all alone at the kitchen table, once again. you covered your mouth, hoping he wouldn't hear your muffled whimpers as you try to not to burst into tears. rushing to your own bedroom just after scara went to his.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you broke down, tears streaming down from your eyes, too fast to wipe. you couldn't stop crying when you remember the things he had just said. but that wasn't the main reason as to why you were breaking down. sure, the hurtful words were a part of it but it was mostly because of the fact that, ...you know your worth. and you're worth more than this, and you deserve better. but you can't bring yourself to just... let go of him. you hate it that you wouldn't move on. that you couldn't move on.

8 days, 16 hours, 18 minutes and 20 seconds since that incident.

ever since that day you and scara has distanced even further. only seeing each other at night. barely. you told him how you felt and you didn't expect an outcome like this. you figured that you should treat yourself to something nice. you decide to go to the arcade. it was an arcade where you and scara would sometimes go to after class. it wasn't the best place to take a break at, considering you still think of him here, but atleast you were able to relax a bit. surprisingly, you managed to win something at the claw machine! it cheered you up when you remember the amount of times you spent money on rigged claw machines and end up getting nothing. maybe you should go to the arcade more. specifically on bad days. ironically, you're luckier on days where you feel like the unluckiest person ever.

just as you were about to get the prize you won, you saw something, no- scratch that, someone, out of the corner of your eye. someone you really didn't want to see. but still, you looked. your gaze lingered on him. you couldn't help but stare at scaramouche. your lover was right there. right there with another girl. is he cheating? is he leaving me? replacing me? you start overthinking, especially when you remember your last interaction with him. green hair, olive eyes. she's pretty too... maybe scara was right. maybe you were possesive... because right now you're feeling a lot of things. anger? sadness? jealousy? whatever it is --it doesn't feel good. while you were out here feeling like shit, scaramouche right now had the biggest smile on his face. with someone else, he looked so... happy. the smile on his face however, wasn't new to you. seeing it made you reminisce about the past. when you both were still happy together.

"scara! h-hey!-"

you both were walking at the side walk on the way home from school. it felt as if it was just yesterday when this happened. scara was teasing you, smudging ice cream on your face after you both bought some.

"ah- stop it!!"

scara didn't stop, he started laughing. he burst into laughter. and instead of being mad at him for teasing you again, you felt oddly comforted. was it because of his smile? seeing him so happy with you? whatever the reason was, you're just glad he's happy. and so you couldn't help but laugh along with him.

and right now, you're seeing the same memory again. but it's him,

...with someone else.

he's laughing with someone else. doing the same teasing to someone else. being so happy, with someone else.

it hurts.

and it hurts even more when you see that you won matching keychains. there's a pang on your chest and you can't explain the feeling. all you know is that you get this feeling when you see him being okay without you. while you're here suffering without him. it's unfair. you know your worth, and you deserve better. maybe... you should really move on.

so you've promised yourself, --you won't chat him, call him, prepare food for him, wait for him to get home. to think you would change yourself this much because of scara when he wouldn't change a single thing for you. but, it's for the better. now you're both avoiding each other.

15 days, 16 hours, 59 minutes and 58 seconds.

you managed to not interact with him as much for this long. things were awkward for the both of you, keeping replies short with each other. you think if other people saw you both they wouldn't even suspect the idea that you both are lovers. but hey, you kept your promise intact. fortunately, you haven't seen him at all for the past few days, not even a glimpse of him- ...yet.

as you were walking back home, you passed by you and scara's old spot. it was yours and scara's usual spot. it was somewhere near your shared apartment with him, an overlooking hill, where you could see the whole city. it was a place you both went to for a breath of fresh air. some memories quickly popped into your mind but you didn't wanna remember anything about it. not anymore. but it was only now that you noticed two figures on the spot. one was... from the silhouette you could already tell it was scara, but you still took a better look to confirm it and just as you suspected, it was him. now, the other figure was... the same girl again.

you're starting to hate the color green because of seeing her too much with him, although, you do feel slightly guilty 'cause you haven't even spoken to her once yet you feel like this. but still, you hate the color purple even more. it was the color of his hair, his eyes, and you were pretty sure it was his favorite color seeing how much his room is filled with it. because of him... you're hating a lot of things, including the fact that he looked so majestic right now. the wind blowing down on his face, his hair flowing with the air, his face leaning closer and closer to the girl's lips,...

as they kissed.

you watched as scara and the girl's lips touched each other's. it's a bit embarrassing to say but scara has never kissed you on the lips. was he saving it for a special moment like this? the atmosphere for them must have felt romantic. but right now, you feel like it's getting hard to breathe, the air around you is heavy, and your vision is getting blurry. ever since scara and you had distanced, you already knew at some point something like this would occur. but it still hurts. so much.

the dam broke.

tears started flooding down from your eyes. you cover your mouth, hoping the two of them wouldn't hear your sobs. your gaze fell downward. you couldn't bear to look at him again, it'll just break you even more. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. and you start to think that maybe scara has never even loved you from the very beginning. maybe he was always more than friends with that girl. always ditching you for her, being this intimate with her, and at your personal spot with him too. looking back to your most precious moments with him, you really are a blind fool. you thought you were special. when in reality, he'd replace you the moment you do something he doesn't like.

and so, you break your promise. you take your phone out from your pocket. scrolling for a long while through your contacts. it was only now that you realize how long you actually didn't chat him. you finally find his name. 'scara♡'. you quickly cleared his nickname and started typing. even though your eyes were growing blurry from tears, you still tried to finish typing. albeit, with difficulty, you click send.

"scaramluche, we shoudl bresk up."

you didn't care if it had so much typos, you just wanted to get it over with. you tried staying loyal to him, for a long time. despite all of his complaints and how hard it was to breathe around him, you still endured. but a person could only take too much until they break.

you waited for a few minutes until the two of them finally left your spot. it was where you always went to when you needed a breathe of fresh air, so you went and sat there. watching the city lights, gazing at the sky, breathing this fresh air. this is what you need. no matter how many times you come to this place, the scenery always takes your breathe away. even though scaramouche was just here awhile ago, you couldn't even think about him right now. you wouldn't.

and for the first time in a while, you felt... relaxed. you felt calm. the air around you finally felt light, it was easier to breathe. now it's just you and yourself again. you were used to being alone in the confinements of your shared apartment, but this... feels different. you are alone, but you felt free. you aren't chained down to bothersome worries and doubts anymore.

going back to your shared apartment that day was difficult for you. but from then on, you knew things were gonna get better, so you held on. scaramouche didn't even bat an eye to the boxes lying around on your room. he didn't even care about the fact that your closet was getting emptier and emptier through the days. but that's good. because just like how he neglects you, you won't let yourself be bothered by him anymore.

and alas, the day comes where you finally move out. you went far enough to even ask the landlord if you could move in early. this is the beginning of your life without any problems. without any of him. scaramouche is blocked on all of your socials, he wouldn't know a thing about your whereabouts even if he tried to look for you. because you know a lot of things about him when he doesn't even know where you work.

you finished setting up your bed at your new apartment. you hastily scrambled onto the bed, lying down on your back. your whole body instantly felt relaxed and the only thing you could think about is that you don't regret doing this. you think that maybe this was really what you needed. a break from him, being freed from doubts and worries. you truly did the right choice of moving out, and...

33 days, 21 hours, 5 minutes and 10 seconds.

...moving on.

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wild cherry: part two (18+)

read part one here

genre: smut, slice of life wc: 6k

pairing: hyeongjun x fem!reader x skater!jiseok

summary: you thought what happened between you, your best friend jiseok and his friend han hyeongjun was going to be one unforgettable summer night that you’ll look back to with a smile, but looks like fate has plans to not let any of you forget about it so soon

contains: sub/dom dynamics, threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex (f/m), handjobs, marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum play, pet names

“You two are being really weird.”

Your stomach drops when you hear these words. The anxious feeling in your body tightens after Jiseok continues to speak with a raised brow.

He looks intrigued. No, not intrigued - suspicious.

“Really, really weird. Is something wrong?”

He observes the way you turn to Hyeongjun which was a mistake, you instantly realise. His face is infuriatingly calm, yet his eyes are restless if you look close enough.

“No, w-what are you talking about?” You force a chuckle.

Hyeongjun only shakes his head dismissively once. Unfortunately, he’s not convincing anyone.

“I don’t know…” Jiseok leans back in his seat, still analysing the awkward body language both you and his friend share at this moment. You move almost in sync, you and him. As if your bodies have already been familiar with one another.

Jiseok can recognise sexual tension when he sees it. And the one that’s radiating in the room is between you and his pal Hyeongjun. It comes like a big surprise to Jiseok, and the more he thinks about it, the closer he gets to the conclusion that he’s not feeling jealous.

Maybe it’s because of the conversation you had before he left where you both agreed your friendship is too important to try risking something more of it especially from a distance; and maybe it’s because he feels like he’s known you for eternity and one day wants you to be with someone who will offer you stability and will never hurt you. He wants you to explore and have fun, and he’s happy to see you started doing it.

“It’s just that…” He scratches his chin while shifting his gaze from you to Hyeongjun. “Looks like you’re more interested in each other than in me, your friend who you haven’t seen in months. It hurts my feelings.”

Jiseok frowns and finally looks away. Not for long, because he doesn’t want to miss the change in your expression.

Hyeongjun is the first one to break the silence with a scoff.

“You haven’t given us the chance to speak in half an hour.”

“Okay then, what have you been up to?” Jiseok rests elbows on his knees, leaning over the small table. He takes his beer and guides it to his lips. “Have you hung out together after I left the town?”

“Me and him?” Even you can clearly hear the contemplation in your voice as you point at Hyeongjun who's sitting beside you, not too close, but not too far either.

It’s time to tell Jiseok the truth.

three months earlier

Are you always going to look for Jiseok in every guy you go on a date with? It seems like every time you meet someone new you catch yourself comparing them to him. The way they think about certain things, the way they compliment you and even look at you. You don’t know if that’s a good idea or a mistake, judging by the number of unsuccessful dates you’ve had for the last few months it's an obvious mistake…

You know there’s nobody else like him out there, that’s what makes him special besides the fact he also happens to be your best friend and first (unrequited) love. That doesn’t make you sad or mad so your brain should just give up on searching for parts of him everywhere.

You walk out of the door of the coffee shop from yet another unsuccessful date to complain to your friends about.

You quickly delete the number of the guy, because you won’t be needing it ever again. The moment you’re about to lock your phone you receive a sudden message which brings a smile to your face.

16:04 [🛹 Jiseok] How’s the date going?

He remembers.

16:04 [Y/N] I just deleted his number

16:05 [🛹 Jiseok] Yikes

16:05 [🛹 Jiseok] Hahaha

Your fingers are just about to start typing an answer when you bump shoulders with someone. You look up only to see Hyeongjun.

He looks just as surprised by the sudden encounter.

“It’s you.” He says softly, more to himself. He cannot believe that you’re in front of him again after that one summer night. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

You both don’t say a word for a moment, just looking in each other’s eyes till the silence gets awkward as the memories burst into your heads one by one, forcing you to glance down shyly at the pavement.

“How are you doing?” You quickly ask to stop yourself from overthinking and embarass yourself. As you drop your cellphone into your bag, you notice that your hands are trembling for some reason.

“I’m good,” he nods, “I’m headed to this one store for some supplies for my art classes. What about you? What are you up to?”

“Oh, I was at the cafe and now I’m going home.” The corners of your lips curl up in a small smile.

“Are you hurrying to go home?” Hyeongjun tilts his head to the side a bit, now focusing his eyes more comfortably on you. He sees your mouth slightly opens to respond, but no words come out just yet, so he decides to be more concrete: “You can come with me if you want.”

Your heart continues to race wildly as you finally answer.

“Sure.”

Hyeongjun opens the door and lets you walk into the store first. It's not far away from the coffee shop you were at earlier, just a few minutes walk during which you talked about Jiseok - his last social media posts, his new small business with designing custom skateboard decks; what he’s been up to in general.

None of you brought up the thing that happened between the three of you during your walk. Of course, the time and place isn’t right to discuss something intimate like this, but you wonder if you will ever mention it. You’ve never done anything out of the ordinary like that before in your life - what if the moment never comes and it just stays unspoken forever?

Hyeongjun brings out a piece of paper and starts speaking to the cashier, a middle aged man. You secretly watch their interaction while browsing the place, and you can’t tell if they know each other personally, or if Hyeongjun is a regular and the man has gotten fond of him.

His hair has gotten a bit longer since the last time you saw him, and is put up in a half ponytail that compliments his sharp features very well. His black jeans are styled with an oversized pleated shirt on top of a graphic tee, and as you watch him take out his cellphone from his back pocket, you remember the sound of his zipper in the darkness and a hot wave washes over you.

“Do you need something?”

Hyeongjun appears behind your shoulder, pulling you out of your own thoughts. You tell him you’re good, and since he’s picked everything he came for, you head towards the exit door together only to find out it’s raining outside. The sky has gotten surprisingly dark and the rain seems to get more intense.

You sigh with disappointment when you hear the cashier calling out to Hyeongjun. He hands him an umbrella. He always keeps an extra one and wants him to take it, he says. The boy thanks him with the promise to return it tomorrow, and you step outside hiding underneath it.

The sudden closeness of your bodies creates a ball of excitement in your stomach, making you wonder what may follow from now on.

“Please, take it.” Hyeongjun speaks. “The bus stop is near by I don’t mind a little bit of rain.”

“Actually, I live closely…” You fight the small nerves that slow down your speech by confidently facing him. “Do you want to come over for tea?”

He smiles, and that’s how you end up in your apartment after the only encounter you’ve ever had was the day after Jiseok returned for the summer. Now it’s October, and you’re surprised you haven’t bumped into each other at least once in the hallways of the university you both attend. You chat a lot about it - school, your majors, tricky assignments, good and bad professors… and many more things.

As the hours pass by, and the heavy rain continues to pour, you begin to bring up Jiseok less and less. His name stops feeling like something that needs to appear in your conversation just because of the circumstances that led to you knowing each other; and both of you now feel a much smaller amount of that weird type of guilt in the moments when you forget about your mutual friend.

“Oh, it’s time for dinner.” You comment surprised by how fast the time has passed. You stand up from your seat to make some more tea. “I can make us something quick to eat if you’re hungry.”

“Sure, whatever you want.”

Hyeongjun keeps an eye on you as you walk around the small kitchen area, refilling his mug with more hot tea. His fingers tap on the table nervously.

“You know…” He mumbles, and gathers the courage to continue while he’s still facing only your back. “I’ve been wanting to text you after what happened that day, but… I don’t know, I chickened out I guess.”

You move his mug aside and start filling up your own.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You reply with eyes focused on your hands. “I would’ve felt the same way. Even now…” You stop for a moment to try find the right words to describe the emotion that lingers inside you since you run into him.

“It’s odd?” Hyeongjun guesses with a half-smile as you pick up your drinks.

“Yeah, odd.” You chuckle.

“But I don’t regret it.”

Your eyes shift to Hyeongjun’s face as you place the hot drink in front of him. Your whole body slows down as a reaction to his words.

His voice turns lower and more quieter as he shares more of his thoughts.

“I liked it… watching you like that.” His gaze travels up your legs, that are so close to him, all the way to your eyes. “Hope you don’t mind me telling you that.”

“No,” you say as you stand in one place, “I don’t, I enjoyed what happened too.”

There’s almost no more left from the awkwardness you felt on the street hours ago.

You lock eyes with Hyeongjun and maintain the contact that turns more intimate with each passing second. The air around you shifts, turning heavier as you make a step closer. Suddenly, you’re between his knees, and as the fingertips of your one hand glide on the table, Hyeongjun’s attach to the back of your thighs.

The lustful warmth radiating from his eyes is intoxicating and you haven’t even done anything yet.

You take off your shirt, a soft sigh slips from his lips once he sees your bra.

He hasn’t forgotten how gorgeous your boobs are. He still remembers their irresistible shape and their pretty nipples, and he’s called himself a pervert multiple times for that.

He takes in the sight of your half-naked body, wondering how he even got here in the first place.

His hands finally move. They crawl up your ass and slow down at the waist wanting to savour the nice feeling of your naked skin. Eventually his fingers cause the lingerie to slip to the floor and his mouth meets your breasts.

Now you’re the one sighing from the way he sensually sucks on your left boob meanwhile the other one is being caressed from his hand. His tongue feels so nice, wet and gentle, as he twirls it around your nipple before running it along your skin to leave open mouthed kisses on other parts of your figure.

“Have you thought about me?” The question escapes you before you have the chance to hold back. You want to know.

“Yes,” he utters while his hands unbutton your pants. “So many times.”

You help him tug them down and then sit on his lap with hands on both sides of his face. Seconds later, you’re kissing. Deeply, not rushing anything, but instead taking the time to really get familiar with how your lips move together. Yes, you’ve done it before, but it feels different when nobody is watching.

Eventually, you open mouths allowing each other to taste the tip of your tongues and that sparks something even stronger in your tummy. It makes you press yourself harder into Hyeongjun’s crotch and he releases a small gasp which you swallow with satisfaction.

You pull his bottom lip with your teeth and in response his erection throbbed inside his pants, but you couldn’t feel it, because you stand up, escaping his embrace.

The boy’s hazed from lust eyes slightly widen as they follow your movements leading to you stripping him from his jeans and taking his hard cock in your palm. He wets his lips watching your fist move up and down, smearing the already leaking essence along his length.

The rush in his core grows stronger, it bubbles up as he alternates between staring at your twisting hand, at your fluttering lashes as you stare down at his flushed tip, and at your exposed boobs as you kneel between his legs.

“Mm…” he humms quietly after you glide your tongue up to the head of his cock, then on the sticky sides, teasing him a little before inviting him into your mouth.

He represses any other sounds by biting his lip which is unfortunate, because you crave to hear him, but you want him to take his time and do it whenever he feels comfortable enough. Or maybe he’s just not very vocal.

You’re excited to find out.

You suck gently then swallow the slightly salty taste as your hand twirls around his base. The slow way you start to fuck your mouth only with his flushed swollen tip causes Hyeongjun’s head to fall back and his jaw to drop from sudden heavy panting.

He’s not sure how, but he manages to move one hand over yours to stop what you’re doing. The pressure in his body is too high and few more seconds inside your mouth can end all of this, and he doesn’t want that yet.

He swipes his thumb along your messy lips; the black nail polish contrasts nicely against your front teeth. His two fingers slide through, and as if you think of the same thing at the same time, you both stand up only for him to push you back into the table.

You moan softly as you feel the fingers that were just on your tongue glide down your stomach and sneak into your panties. Your thighs instinctively separate some more, your back arches from the thrill of your clit feeling the needed friction.

“Have you thought about me?” Hyeongjun speaks out for the first time in minutes.

Your eyes open weakly to look at him meanwhile the circles he makes cause your brain to function slower. Your stomach clenches from the coming thrill as you keep yourself steady with hands propped on the surface.

He kisses your jaw, sloppily making his way down your neck like he didn’t just ask a question.

“Yeah, I have.” A louder moan escapes your throat the moment Hyeongjun’s fingers go through your walls.

“Fuck—“ he sighs at the wetness coating his hand. He doesn’t only feel it, he hears it too; the lewd noise spreads throughout the kitchen, mixing with the sounds of the rain against the windows.

The pleasure he feels just by this small feeling from your arousal is unbelievable.

“I was hoping to see you around,” he admits curling them up.

“I did t-too.” You grip Hyeongjun by the shirt with two hands, pulling his face close. He smashes his lips into yours on the instant, and you whine one more time after he pulls back. “Please, Hyeongjun…”

Hyeongjun’s stomach swirls with excitement at your weak voice pleading for him shamelessly, and he doesn’t wait any longer. He needs you just as bad too.

He runs his fingertips along your folds after pulling them out, and removes your underwear. Just as quickly he guides you to sit on top of the table, then slides into you with ease.

You feel just as good and warm as he imagined you’d feel, but even tighter than he expected. His eyes squeeze shut from the sudden overwhelming emotions that clash together when he makes the first slow thrusts; yours stay half-open, blinking weakly to catch a glimpse of every single expression of Hyeongjun’s face as you’re taking him.

“Fuck…” he mutters and his head falls forward. “Fuck—“ the second cussing comes out more airy and vulnerable.

As Hyeongjun picks up the pace of his hips, you trail your hand up his neck to hide it inside his hair. Your fingers loosely grip on a few locks as your mouth opens wider because of the way his cock now enters you deeper; hitting at your cervix eagerly.

“Yes,” you moan tugging his hair harder. His grip that helps you keep your bend knees open turns stronger too. “Yes, yes, o-oh god—“

“You feel so good…” Hyeongjun slows down, bottoming out as your foreheads touch from how close your washed out faces are in this moment. “I knew you’d feel amazing.”

His words force your eyes to open and you realise you didn’t even think of taking his shirt off from being so needy and impatient. You strip him from the last piece of clothing then you step on the floor, bending over the table for him.

The sight of your behind gets Hyeongjun weak at the knees and his hands squeeze your cheeks imagining what would be like to finish all over your back. Despite you being wet enough he still spits on his fingers and spreads the saliva with rubbing motions all over your pussy. He’s already obsessed with the feeling of your intimate lips against his palm, and he’ll use every opportunity to touch them.

That’s when it hits you how aroused he’s got you; to the point this so light caressing has your bend figure squirm with desire.

Once he pushes himself back inside you, Hyeongjun doesn’t waste time. He builds up the pace of his thrusts right away while digging fingers deep into your skin. His body smacks loudly against yours and the sound of it mixing with your pleasant sounds only adds to his arousal.

This time your voice has even bigger effects on his body, because you don’t have a reason to keep quiet. You let yourself be as loud as you need while the wooden surface turns the side of your face red, and your fingers start to hurt from gripping the edge of the table tightly.

“I’m so c-close…” you whimper as your cunt pulses around Hyeongjun more intensely.

Without hesitation, he pulls you against his chest. One hand lowers to your sensitive clit while the other gently stays on your throat as he proceeds to fuck you; to glide in and out of you until your orgasm washes over you.

The sensation of your strong clenching turns the knot in Hyeongjun’s core tighter than never before. Enduring the pressure while your climax lasts, he groans into your shoulder, not stopping the quick motions of his fingers. His overwhelmed cock twitches a few times, squeezed by your walls as you coat him with your cum.

“You’re so pretty,” is the only thing Hyeongjun says as he carefully lets you out of his arms after you made the most captivating sound of pleasure he’s ever heard.

You lean back against the table again and you see his lips form an irresistible playful smirk at your signal to get him closer.

Your hand wraps around his cock in a perfect fist. As you enjoy the feeling of how hard and needy it throbs in your palm, you think about how you can easily cum again like this, just from watching his face go from one ecstatic emotion to another, because of the way you jerk him off.

“Shit… I-I need to—“ He chokes as his mouth waters.

“Yeah?” You smile, glancing down at his leaky tip. “Go ahead, you can cum all over me.”

Your words push Hyeongjun over the edge and his mind goes blank.

The arousal sprays onto your stomach and chest, reaching further into your neck too. Your fingers gradually calm down as he releases it all on your naked body.

The first moment after his rush fades down Hyeongjun feels as if he needs to get pinched to make sure this is real, that this really just happened.

Undeniably, you feel the same kind of excitement as you smear some of his essence with two fingers only to lick them, curious to find out what he tastes like.

present day

“We’ve been seeing each other.” You admit.

When you shoot Jiseok a glance you see his lips curve with amusement.

You were not sure what exact reaction to expect from him, but seeing him smile immediately after you say this surprises you.

“I knew it.” He nods. “You both suck at hiding it.”

You can’t tell if he’s laughing because he’s mad or because he finds it genuinely funny.

Hyeongjun speaks up first.

“Are you mad?”

“About what?”

“That I like Y/N.”

Your heart skips a beat when you hear Hyeongjun say it out loud.

Jiseok remains silent for a few seconds that keep you on edge before shaking his head.

“No, I just don’t know why you both tried to hide it from me.”

“It hasn’t been very long, we wanted to see where this is going.” You explain and catch a glimpse of Hyeongjun nodding in agreement. “Then you told us that you’re visiting so we preferred to tell you in person.”

It’s the truth.

You and Hyeongjun still haven’t talked about turning what you have into a committed relationship yet. You’re getting to know each other without rushing anything, without putting labels and thinking too much of the future. But what you’ve established recently is that none of you are interested in seeing other people.

“I appreciate that.” Jiseok gives you a genuine smile then turns to Hyeongjun. “I knew you’ll hit on her sooner or later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” His friend huffs from the other end of the couch where you’re both sitting in front of Jiseok.

“Everyone likes Y/N.” He simply replies with a calm mellow tone.

He doesn’t look at you when he says it, and that makes you a little bit sad and little bit relieved at the same time.

“But you’re a good match, I really hope it works out for you two.” He finally looks up at the two of you. “I will find out if you don’t treat her right, you know that.”

“Jiseok.” You spit out, frowning at his face.

He chuckles at your defensive reaction and stands up for another drink.

Using the little bit of privacy you have, you get closer to Hyeongjun by moving on your knees, and you place a hand on his thigh.

“This went well.”

“Yeah,” he smiles leaning over to feel your lips.

Kissing him has turned into the fastest way for you to escape your reality. As your lips stay connected you completely forget about anything around you; you’re able to feel and think about Hyeongjun and him only.

Hyeongjun’s muscles tense a bit as your hand keeps gliding around his thigh, too close to his crotch area.

You recognise the subtle change in his posture and the way his mouth becomes more sloppy, and you decide to move on his lap.

“Y/N…” Your name slips from his wet lips as a soft warning.

“It’s okay, we’re just kissing.”

You’re just about to lock lips again when Jiseok’s complain bursts out behind your back.

“Great, I’m the third wheel now.” He slouches back into the sofa, giving you one last look before grabbing his phone. “It’s fine, you can keep making out. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Just a few more.” You whisper playfully to Hyeongjun so only he can hear, and lean forward, kissing his smiling lips.

It was supposed to be few more kisses, nothing more.

Jiseok said making out not fucking.

Yet, here you are, sitting on his friend’s lap, moaning against his lips as his hands roam all over your ass. The skirt you’re wearing scrunches in his fingers. One wrong move and Jiseok will be able to see the colour of the panties you’re wearing.

Before that happens, he looks away.

Determined to ignore you from now on until you’re done he opens up his Instagram account. The girl he met at the start of the new semester, and that he hooked up with not long after, has left a comment on his last skating video. She also commented on his story, asking how he’s doing back home. She was a fun time now that he thinks about it. Maybe he can head home and call her… The pressure in his pants tells him that’s not a bad idea.

A certain noise causes Jiseok’s gaze to shift from his phone screen and he notices that you have no shirt on anymore.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, not able to dismiss the way Hyeongjun’s hands push your hips down on him. He knows this guy is not aware of his own strength so your cunt must have received a right amount of friction. The idea of your folds getting more and more aroused as you keep rocking back and forth makes Jiseok’s mouth water, and he doesn’t even realise his jaw has dropped like of a cartoon character.

At once, Hyeongjun hikes up your skirt and the pretty view of your underwear forces Jiseok to imagine the way it’s sticking to your wet pussy that judging by the eager motions of your hips, is begging to be eaten out…

“I’m going home.”

Jiseok forces his legs to move; to get him far away from here before his boner gets worse, and his thoughts unbearable. He’ll go home and just watch porn. Yeah, that sounds better, why complicate things for himself by calling a girl?

“We can meet up in the weekend if you guys are free.” He heads towards the door avoiding laying eyes on you. “I’m leaving next Friday.”

“Wait!” You call out, peeking from your shoulder. “Won’t you give me a hug before you leave?”

Your eyes sparkle as you watch Jiseok walk up to you. It’s from all of the kissing he figures.

You leave Hyeongjun’s lap to wrap hands around your friend’s chest more comfortably as you kneel on the couch.

“Text me when you get home.”

Jiseok laughs quietly while patting your head.

“Okay, mom.”

You back away startled from a loud noise that comes between the two of you. It’s Jiseok’s cellphone that slips from his hand. He squats down cussing at the possibility of his phone screen cracking again, but fortunately it’s all good.

He notices the bright sparkles in your gaze again - the twinkles lure him in as he stays at the level of your eyes, finding it difficult to rise up. Your lips are close, your hands are close… just like before.

But he shouldn’t.

He wants to, but it’s wrong.

Yet, kissing you is exactly what he does.

Your lips clash together for one long kiss that has Jiseok’s mind foggy - with lust, confusion and frustration. That welcomes back memories with taste of sweet wild cherry.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles immediately after, and looks down. “I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” Hyeongjun interrupts him by commenting. “It’s fine as long as it is with her too.”

You assure Jiseok that he did nothing wrong, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again.

He is so chaotic. Each touch of Hyeongjun’s comes as if it’s precisely thought out, at its own time and pace, meanwhile Jiseok still surprises you with the way he manhandles you as if it’s the last time he’s going to touch you.

Maybe it is, and that’s what makes him so greedy and impatient right now.

He grips your boobs through your bra before deciding to tug the lace down so he can see them whenever he wants.

You sigh with bliss as he kisses his way down to your cunt, kiss by kiss on your stomach while he’s still kneeling on the floor. The excitement lingers strongly inside you when you feel his firm fingers remove your panties. His breath on your clit sends you shivers after you spread your legs, slouching on the couch.

At the same time, your hand reaches for Hyeongjun’s stiff cock, because he freed it out earlier when the three of you realised where this is going. His precum is already dripping down the side of his length, and you smear it slowly stroke after stroke.

Even if you want to move your hand quicker you might not be able to do it soon, because of Jiseok’s mouth diving into you intensely. The thrill of his quick tongue causes your body to jerk up, and the view of the room spin.

“Oh my god…” Your spare hand tugs on his hair trying to help you keep some of the control you still have left.

But the sensation builds up so fast. He licks and sucks, and some of his sounds are even louder than yours despite being muffled to some extent from your soaked flesh.

You open eyes to see Hyeongjun getting closer wanting to kiss you. His one hand caresses your boob, then moves to wrap around your neck as you whine louder before he silence you with his lips.

The warm growing rush turns you dizzy, but you do your best to keep moving your fist to make him feel good too. You also try to look into his dark eyes longer, but you fail after Jiseok shoves two fingers inside you and pumps them right against the desired spot.

“Cum one more time for me,” he utters, stopping his gaze on your face. “One more.”

A confident smirk appears on his lips once he feels you’re seconds away from your peak.

Once it hits you, Jiseok’s cock twitches from the hypnotising sound of your voice braking from pleasure. It’s so satisfying not having to cover your mouth and being able to hear how he makes you feel.

He empties your pussy and gives it a light smack before rising on his feet.

You and Hyeongjun are left on the couch together and your eyes meet with the same energy from that summer night; like you’re about to kiss for the first time.

He tosses his shirt to the floor, but you keep your skirt on when you sit on his cock after you wet his erection nicely using your own arousal. You’re pretty sure they both like watching you in it by the way they cannot stop staring at the clothing, and gripping on it too.

“Ah, you’re s-so…” Hyeongjun’s words suddenly stop there as he throws his head back, baffled by the amazing feeling.

You smile although he cannot see you. Your hands run up and down his chest while his own rest on your hips.

“Wet?” You try to guess how his thought continues. You lift up your ass extra slowly while holding your skirt around your waist so Jiseok who’s sitting behind you can see the nice grip of your cunt. “Tight?”

“Mmm, both.” Hyeongjun answers with much weaker voice and the way he still finds it difficult to keep his head up makes you chuckle cutely. His hands tighten on your ass cheeks, keeping them apart, which means his friend earns an even better view of the way you sink down his cock, dripping on his length. But he’s not squeezing and separating them with the goal to give him a show, he just desperately needs to grip on something; to feel as much of you as possible and occasionally force you down into him as deeply as he can. “Can you move faster, baby? Yeah, you’re so good.”

You quit bouncing up and down, and begin to ride him instead, doubling the speed of your hips to get him to cum as soon as possible. His hands support your movements, digging painfully into your skin, but you’re numb to everything at this point that’s not the pleasure coming from his dick inside you. The nice friction from your clit rubbing against him as you sway back and forth stimulates you further, and you’re just about to lean back to prop yourself on Hyeongjun’s knees to better your motions when Jiseok approaches you.

“Let me.” He speaks at your ear, taking your arms together behind your back. “That’s more fun, isn’t it? Go on, ride it.”

You’re already out of breath and having to bring back the previous pace of your body is a challenge when your arms are held by Jiseok. Your legs and thighs are sweating, you can’t stop whimpering from getting tired, but also being so close to cumming again…

Hyeongjun helps you out by guiding you with hands on your lower waist which makes it easier for you to keep going. Your moans mix together as you reach your high meanwhile Jiseok observes the moment with obvious interest.

When orgasm washes over both of you the thrill of it is indescribable.

Hyeongjun smacks the sides of your thighs before forcing his grip to keep you down on his cock once his seed flows out of his tip.

You slowly ride through your high, that bursts times stronger than the first, with Jiseok’s mouth kissing the side of your face and neck passionately. He releases your arms and directs his two hands towards your face. As he still stands behind you, still in his pants and hoodie, one hand holds your chin up while the other roams all over your chest. Your body heats up even more from his attention and you sense how his touch turns your breathing heavy again.

The only thing you feel from Hyeongjun right now is his lazy gaze on you and his thumbs slowly caressing the skin of your thighs. Until Jiseok takes a seat on the coffee table behind him, and he uses the opportunity to remove a strand of hair from your cheek, placing it behind your ear.

Jiseok focuses his full attention on your cunt; how you slowly free Hyeongjun’s dick, letting his thick cum seep out into your palm only to cover your clenching cunt with it in front of his eyes. You smear some of it on your ass too, and what’s left on your sticky fingers, you push back into you.

The two boys swallow at the sight.

When you stick out your hand to Jiseok he stands to his feet on the instant. His clothes fall to the ground; the hoodie makes a mess of his hair that he runs his fingers through once you grip his cock, guiding it to your messy entrance. His eyes roll back meanwhile you gush over the thrill of being full again, being a little bit more stretched out from Jiseok cause he's slightly thicker than Hyeongjun.

Jiseok stares down at your ass that’s stained from the previous orgasms while Hyeongjun marks your chest and stomach with his mouth. His thumb occasionally toys with your sensitive clit, but his lips and teeth don’t rest; they kiss you everywhere they can reach, and paint you with pretty love bites while your hands gently pull his hair that falls freely on his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jiseok grunts behind you still getting used to seeing you in this new light, “you’ve turned into such a filthy girl.”

He feels ecstatic…

Like he’s dreaming with his eyes open.

He feels… a little bit in love with his best friend.

With you.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[impactedfates]

helloo there! can i request smth?? ^_^ could you do where the reader has crush on xiao but they are usually is very timid and shy/blushy around him.? they run away whenever he pops up! (xiao likes them back!) u can choose the rest tysm! :3 💗💗

★ A/N: Xiao is such a sweetie though, love him. I have him on my NA and he's like my only decently built character. I should really log back into there and take care of my characters.

☆ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Fluff + Mutual Pining

★ Format: Short Fic (W.C: 904)

☆ Warnings: None (I think?)

★ Extra: Reader is the same height as Xiao // Xiao might be OOC // Traveler Lumine // Reader not from Liyue -> Moved there to start a business (You can choose) // Might be a bit messy sorry!

Shy Away - Xiao x GN! Reader

“You called?”

Spoke the adeptus appearing behind you and the blonde traveller. You yelped a bit and was quick to hide yourself behind Lumine who sighed out tiredly. She looked towards Xiao and attempted to move out of the way however you continued to stay behind her. Paimon could only watch in disappointment, looking towards Xiao who was confused.

“OH MY ARCHONS JUST-”

“NO”

And with that, you were quick to rush off, leaving a very flustered Lumine and Paimon and befuddled Xiao (who if you looked closely enough, he seemed almost…hurt?)

How’d it come to this? To you requesting help from Lumine and Paimon to confess your love to Xiao, yet when it came time too. You ended up rushing away from him like always.

Oh right, now you remember.

A few months back, you had met with Lumine when she came by to celebrate the Lantern Rite. You already knew Xiao at the time, it’d be weird if you didn’t. He was one of the adeptus of Liyue of course. It wasn’t until Lumine introduced you two properly that you found out he also knew you.

He’s not only heard of you from Shenhe and Ganyu but also during his patrol around Liyue, he would catch himself staring at you just a bit longer than needed. He’d always brush it off as.

“They moved here to start their business, I’m only keeping watch because they might be dangerous”

As if it hadn’t been a couple of years since you moved here. Zhongli was the first to point it out and the ex-geo archon could only chuckle as he witnessed his adeptus face become redder and redder.

When you two did properly meet, the feeling you two already semi had for each other only grew. When you found out you were falling for Xiao, you just could not bring yourself to tell him right away…leading you to many situations…

~~~~~~~~~~

You hummed to yourself a bit, sweeping the floor. Your eyes caught onto a jade necklace Xiao had gifted you for your birthday, with a small smile. You went over and took hold of it in your free hand.

Unintentionally, you must have whispered his name as the next thing you knew, you heard someone behind you and gently speak out your name. And despite you knowing who it was, perhaps your body acted before your mind as you quickly whipped around and nearly hit Xiao with the broom. He ducked and just looked at you in confusion and concern.

“...Are you okay [Name]? Are you hur-”

“AH, X-XIAO SORRY. BYE”

Was all you could muster before dropping everything and rushing out…of your own home…

~~~~~~~~~~

“[Name]? Are you listening”

A hand waved in front of your face and when your eyes finally focused, your mind stopped the long day dream you had of how your life with Xiao could be like if you two were to date.

Then your eyes finally landed on Xiao who looked at you softly…his face inches away from yours, you fell back with a small yelp banging your head on the wall which Xiao was quick to check on you.

“S-sorry! I um, don’t w-worry about me”

“...You banged your head on the wall [Name]...are you able to answer what I asked you?”

“Oh! Yeah of course…yes I agree”

Xiao sighed softly, bringing a hand around to rub the back of your head to soothe the pain.

“I asked what flower was your favourite…”

~~~~~~~~~~

“[Name] wait!”

He called, as he witnessed you run away again. He didn’t even do anything, nor did you. You just wanted to give him lunch of almond tofu you made yourself.

But the smile he gave you and how gently he took it from your hand, the slight touch as his hands grazed your own softly was perhaps too much for you, and before he could thank you, you had already run off.

He looked down on the ground, not wanting to possibly bother you. Zhongli came and stood beside him.

~~~~~~~~~~

This isn’t even talking about all the times you nearly embarrassed yourself in front of him or the amount of times you ran off thinking that’s the best thing you can do.

You’ve talked to Lumine and Paimon about it and eventually they had convinced you to confess to him. You’d call his name so he’d appear and Lumine and Paimon will be there to support you in the confession, so that’s what happened!

Which brings you back to now…hiding from him once again. You sat under a tree as you tried to cool down your face which was increasingly heating up…until a hand felt your forehead.

“...You’re heating up a lot”

Came an all too familiar voice. Your eyes met with Xiaos as he looked at you. You weren’t able to run away anymore. Your back was met with a tree and Xiao was in front of you. And you couldn’t just leave him without another explanation again could you?

“Sorry”

“For what?”

“Running off”

“It’s okay”

Silence filled the air as you two didn’t know what to say, before Xiao cleared his throat.

“...Lumine…she uh…”

“D-did she tell you?”

“She did…she said she was tired of you shying away…”

You silently cursed Lumine under your breath, but at the same time you knew if she didn’t say then you’d never be able to confess properly.

“...S-so?”

“I love you too”

Been working on this ever since I got it, decided to work on the smaller requests as well on the side fsrght

I hope this is okay! I might've missed some mistakes though...

[foolishlovers]

COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are either students or professors at college/university.

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Catch Me When I Fall by Ghostinthehouse (G, 666) Later, at home, they laugh openly about it, and lay bets on how long it will be before this year's undergraduates catch on that they are married. "Your turn to drop a clue next, angel," Crowley drawls from where he sprawls with his feet on Aziraphale's lap.

A New Adventure by Arielavader (T, 1k) Crowley did not expect the new guy in their D&D group to be so… gorgeous.

Emporium by wingeddeanmon (Not Rated, 1k) Aziraphale's friends ditch him at the local goth store. The employee working is friendly, and he soon develops a crush.

Ineffable Professors by spoondrifts (G, 2k) After noticing all the blatant pining, the classes of Mr. Fell and Dr. Crowley join forces to set up their respective teachers.

The Best College Parties are the Ones that You Leave Early by MariMoon812 (T, 3k) For a moment they just started at each other as Crowley’s spinning head tried to comprehend what, exactly, was happening. Was this one of the professors? No, he clearly wasn’t that old, but then why was he dressed like that? Was it a hipster thing? Did the guy also have an antique typewritter that he used to write history papers? What? Why was he just staring at him? Just as Crowley was beginning to short circuit, the boy squinted at him and leaned forward slightly. “Erm…” “Why are you wearing sunglasses?” “Huh?”

But Together We Have it All by HolyCatsAndRabbits, Dannye Chase (T, 3k) College student Aziraphale discovers that it might not be so bad having terrible roommates if he’s got a handsome fellow student offering the use of his couch for the night. Especially if it seems he’s got a crush on Aziraphale. Really especially if it seems he needs rescuing from his own awful roommates. A Good Omens human AU written for the Good Omens Holiday Exchange on Dreamwidth.

Poor Men by smol_bird (G, 3k) What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (G, 4k) “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway. “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton. “Everyone.” No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

Seven Minutes In Hell by AppleSeeds (T, 4k) Being trapped in a cupboard with the guy he has such an intense crush on he can hardly speak to him is bad enough, but things get even worse for Crowley when he starts having a panic attack and Aziraphale sweetly comforts and cares for him.

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau (E, 5k) Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend. Who, absolutely, definitely doesn't feel the same. Does he?

Miracles (Or How to Fall in Love) by hope_in_the_dark (T, 6k) “Group project,” the blond guy chirped. “We’re partners.” “Fuck,” Crowley said.

Borrowed Time by NaroMoreau (E, 6k) Meeting a stranger by chance will make Aziraphale face things he hadn't expected.

Comfort and Joy by musegnome (M, 9k) “Extra-large peppermint mocha, triple espresso, double whip!” called the barista. Crowley stepped forward and claimed his giant sugar-drenched monstrosity. The whipped cream ballooned over the rim of the paper cup, and the whole thing shed crumbles of crushed peppermint candy.  Aziraphale’s eyes widened at the sight of it. In awe? Horror? Crowley couldn’t tell.   He didn’t want to leave, not yet, but as he looked around he didn’t see an open table. Not even so much as a bar stool.   “Er – were you planning on staying?” Aziraphale asked, a little shyly. “I’ve got an extra seat.”   Written for the Good Omens OTP Prompts Event.

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo (T, 9k) Every afternoon, a man in a velvet waistcoat sits on the bench by the stone fountain and eats ice cream. Every afternoon, Crowley watches him from his office window. One day, he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to him.

Secrets by AppleSeeds (M, 10k) When their housemates invite friends around, Crowley and Aziraphale get roped into a game called 'Secrets'. Having played the game before and therefore knowing what might happen, Crowley tries to manipulate the outcome to protect Aziraphale, who is feeling pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing. By the end of the night, however, some secrets will inevitably end up being revealed, but not all of them in the way that Crowley expected.

Just Around the Corner by accidentaldemon (M, 11k) "I don't live far, if you, ya know, don't mind sharing a bed." He swallowed thickly. This was definitely not how he had planned his evening to pan out. “I’m Crowley, by the way. Well, Anthony Crowley technically, but I prefer Crowley.” “Aziraphale." - All Crowley wants to do is leave the party and go home to study. But then he meets a cute boy with absolutely angelic curls who's in desperate need of a bed for the night.

The Summoning by AppleSeeds (M, 15k) Aziraphale's horrible university housemates convince him to accompany them to an old, supposedly haunted, abbey on Halloween. He's not worried about ghosts, Aziraphale is pretty sure they don't really exist, but when his housemates send him into the toilets alone to perform a ritual that's intended to summon a demon, Aziraphale can't help but be afraid. Surely it's not that easy though. Surely a demon won't just appear because he asked it to? Will it?

i was in love (with the place in my mind) by weatheredlaw (E, 17k) There are so many things neither of them can change — how they met, the things they did, the words they said. It’s happened, it was probably always going to happen. And what it is, he can’t say, what he feels is almost too great for any one language. Inutterable, unspeakable — Ineffable.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (M, 19k) Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips. Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

Convergent Evolution by AppleSeeds (T, 22k) Genetics PhD student Crowley meets Aziraphale at a workshop in the second year of his PhD, and they quickly become incredibly close friends. Crowley longs for there to be something more between them, but as the years go by, they seem destined to spend their careers living at opposite ends of the country. That is, until Aziraphale shows up again in Tadfield, back where their friendship began seventeen years ago, with some very exciting news.

Free Trial Boyfriend by MrsCaulfield, angelsnuffbox (T, 37k) Overall, Anthony Crowley considered himself a lucky fellow, with his good looks, good grades and a full ride swimming scholarship. There really wasn't much he can complain about. But his real struggle was that he's completely, maddeningly in love with his best friend - a strong, passionate and oblivious angel who, even after a full year of pining, still can't seem to get the hint, no matter how many times Crowley has tried to flirt with him. - Crowley would never forget the day that the angel first talked to him, for he was certain that was the day that all the clocks around the world began suddenly moving.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed.   From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Joint Honours by FeralTuxedo (E, 43k) PhD student Aziraphale is busy enough with his studies at Tadfield University. But at the start of a new semester, his measured routine gets shaken up by the sudden responsibility of teaching, the arrival of an irresistible new house mate, and a mysteriously flirtatious sausage roll.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E, 66k) Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

[You can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

[whatbigotspost]

I would love if you got started on the Benjamin Franklin effect, please fill me in

Oh dear how did I miss this lil prod from days ago to ramble on about something I mentioned in my tags?! I never miss a chance to ramble! No time like the present I suppose.

As anyone who’s followed me too long will well know, I love a cognitive bias or lil human psychology fun fact. This is yet another one I’ve collected over the years. In its shortest form, the Benjamin Franklin Effect is a cognitive bias that “causes people to like someone more after they do that person a favor, especially if they previously disliked that person or felt neutral toward them.”

I’m sure the science behind it is dense but I’m fairly unfamiliar with all that 😂 For me, this is just one of those interpersonal skills I strategically deploy when needed in life and work. As a nonprofit fundraiser/someone who works in philanthropy, I’m constantly asking very “important” or “fancy” people for large sums of money and before said large sums can be asked for (to employ 20 people in feminist work in Texas year round) you usually have to build a positive and trusting relationship. It’s extremely useful to be able to fast track that process, so I ask for the favor of getting a chance to “pick their brains” about something they have expertise in or I ask them to speak at an event, etc. It’s effective!

But this tool has usefulness in SO MANY ways beyond work, too. And if you know about it, you can even be aware when someone is using it on you. The very person who taught me about it…let’s call her Becky, years later, used it on me. Becky and I had experienced a falling out and she had reached out and apologized. We eventually met up to catch up over coffee and the next thing I knew, I had agreed to help give advice to her friend who is also a nonprofit fundraiser. Becky’s friend had a work conundrum and she needed to troubleshoot it with someone like me and there I was agreeing to do Becky a favor and I couldn’t resist being like “I know what you’re doing bitch and it IS working” 😂

As someone who is not naturally the most adept at navigating social situations but who made creating positive relationships w/ other human beings a lifelong special interest approx 30 years ago, it’s so helpful for me. I just keep on collecting ways that you can tangibly build rapport with others to have ready in my back pocket and I can say with certainty this is an effective one when used well.

Clearly I’m not saying to be a manipulative, calculating asshole in life, but understanding how to utilize tools like these can be a huge help when/if you need them.

Anyway, use wisely and enjoy 😘

[kunikame]

the stars are prettier. - scaramouche

entry for @versadies 's event farewell love !

warnings : gender neutral. angst. major character death. injury. slight spoilers for scaras backstory & use of his real name. spoilers for the aftermath of 3.2 archon quest. traveler is not specified. english is not my first language.

w/c : 1883

the inazuman night flowers have always been beautiful to kunikuzushi.

yet, as you sit there with him, their beauty dims in comparison with yours. the same could be said for you, as to you, he's the most beautiful creature you've laid your eyes on.

"hey, kuni, i sliced some lavender melons. would you like some?"

he nods eagerly and scooches closer to you so you can share the sweet fruit slices. a gust of wind rustles the leaves of chinju forests' trees and pushes the young boys' veil to his shoulders, at which you chuckle.

reaching out to help fix it for him, he pauses his munching and looks at you with a startled look in his eyes. you finish your actions and glance over at his face, smiling softly when you catch him staring.

"you're very pretty, you know that? it's slightly unfair. how am i supposed to compete?"

the location warps then and he's no longer sitting in the night flower fields of chinju forest; he now finds himself side by side with you, under the night sky at one of the many cliffs in kannazuka.

"look, that's the ursa minor over there! and that's the orion! and-"

you point out the many constellations to him eagerly, not even taking notice of him losing all interest in the sky. the stars you speak so highly of reflect so well in your eyes already, why should he look at the sky? you're way more ethereal than the stars could ever be.

when you receive no response to your inquiries, you turn your head sideways and catch him looking at you with a gentle and content look in his eyes. his eyes widen and he falters, only to turn away quickly.

you pout, "you're so hard to impress, kuni. how will you ever find a lover?"

just when he's about to respond saying he doesn't need anyone else when he has you, the location warps around him again.

suddenly he finds himself on the familiar plains of yashiori island, collecting some crystal marrow and firewood so you can continue on your journey while you entertain yourself not too far away.

when he thinks he has enough, he makes his way over to you where you sat on a tree stump. when you hear his footsteps approaching, you look up at him joyfully and your eyes seemingly sparkle.

"kuni, kuni! look what i made!"

you run up to him with a blindingly beautiful grin and plop something soft and light on his hair. he drops his satchel to inspect the item only to falter when he finds a flower crown woven of beautiful flowers. the color combination fits his aesthetic perfectly.

"is this.. for me?"

"of course it is, dummy! who else would it be for?" you smile at him, oh, so gently and he swore he could cry. he would do anything for you. if you wanted the moon, he would steal it for you.

".. but why?"

"i thought you'd look even prettier with it. and also, i made one for myself as well, so we match! it's like a promise."

"a promise? of what?" he tilts his head to the side in confusion, a habit, you notice. you find it funny when the flower crown tilts with his head and he reaches up to fix it.

"to stay together as long as we live, naturally. i promise i won't leave you!" 

you shouldn't make promises you can't keep, he thinks. yet instead of verbalizing his thoughts, he only smiles at you. the gentlest smile you've ever seen from him. he carefully takes your flower crown from your hands and places it on your head, "it's a promise."

"it's a promise."

time and space warps around the boy again.

nahida has seen many people dream, and has given many people happy dreams when the creations of their own minds haunted their nights.

never has she seen someone given a happy dream cry in their sleep.

until him; the balladeer.

after he fell out of his giant robot and knocked out, she decided she'd take care of him. patched up his wounds and gave him happy dreams to have until he wakes up on his own accord.

so then, why is he shedding tears with the softest smile?

seirai island.

the last warp took him to seirai island.

he remembers this memory. no matter how many centuries have passed, how many times he's told himself he has forgotten; it will always remain in the back of his mind, haunting him as long as he walks these cursed lands– as long as he's breathing. the worst betrayal he's had the misfortune to experience; the betrayal of a lover.

there you were, walking ahead peacefully, not knowing what was about to happen to you. no matter how he kept ordering his body to move, to run forward, to sacrifice himself to save you– even if just in an archon damned dream– his body wouldn't move, because the kunikuzushi back then didn't know any better.

an arrow was shot and you screamed in pain.

the younger kunikuzushi looked around in a panic and ran towards you to pull your body towards his. his eyes zeroed in on the culprit, yet he couldn't do anything. the younger kunikuzushi barely had any fighting skills, he couldn't protect you back then.

so he ran. he hoisted you up into his arms and ran the way you came. he remembers seeing a cave on the way, maybe he could patch you up and you'd be alright after a couple days of rest, right?

he arrived at the cave entrance and gently set you down on the ground, panting from the speed at which he ran. inspecting the wound, he cringed.

it went in pretty deep… i shouldn't pull it out or they'll bleed out. what to do.. what to do… i could tie my veil around the wound to stop the bleeding..? yeah, that's better than nothing.

he moved to remove his veil, only to be stopped by your trembling hand.

"kuni.."

"shut up, i'll patch you up, okay? you'll be fine, just don't talk, alright?"

"..kuni.. i think-"

"i told you to stay silent," he ripped his veil, "let me help you for once."

you struggled to get any air into your lungs, but you had to stop him, so you mustered all your strength to raise your voice.

"kuni, i think.. i think i just got poisoned.. you.. you can't save me anymore.."

he paused then, his wide and panicked eyes snapping to your half shut ones. his lips wobbled and he shook his head in denial, his silky hair flying every which way.

you slowly raised your hand and placed it against his cheek, which is now the warmest you ever remember it being. his hand, which he placed against yours in a hurry, was also radiating a gentle warmth. one you never remembered it having. his body was always cold.

ironic, wasn't it? you were the cold one now.

"no.. no, no you didn't, y/n.. it's just an arrow, okay? i'll just get it out and tie my veil around you to stop the bleeding, alright? i can save you, i can. i can. i have to."

you shook your head, and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he knew. deep down, he knew.

his head hung low, his bangs covering his eyes, yet the tears streaming down your hand were a clear sign.

".. why did you lie to me? you promised.. you promised we would be together forever.. i gave you my entire being. i lived for you.. i loved you.. you gave me a purpose– gave the heart i thought i would never need again a second chance. i thought i could trust you.. yet you're leaving me as well."

with your remaining strength you wiped his tears and smiled at him one last time.

"you're.. so mean, kuni.. you've gotta work.. work on your attitude so you.. can make more friends, okay?.. promise me.. i'll die with.. with regrets if i know i left.. you all alone again.." you gave a weak chuckle, "i don't.. want this to happen either, kuni.. i love you more.. than you'll ever know.."

the hand on his cheek weakened and very nearly slipped out of his hold, had he not caught it in time. his already panicked eyes widened even further, ".. y/n?"

silence.

he scrambled closer to you, yet you didn't even flinch. "y/n?!"

deafening silence.

he wishes he could blame you for what happened. maybe then it would be easier to let go, but there's nothing to blame on you. it's all his fault. he's the one who couldn't protect you. and perhaps, that's what makes it worse.

his pupils wide, he holds your cold hand to his chest, where his heart should be, had you not ripped it out of his chest and taken it with you wherever you went. he sits there, gaping, as silent tears stream down his cheeks.

he lets out a sound. of desperation? grief? rage? sadness? he's not quite sure, it could be all of them as one. and suddenly he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

call them desperate cries for help, a promise of revenge, perhaps even a lover's oath. 

he awoke with a start.

purple eyes snapping open to see the concerned dendro archon standing above him.

nahida somehow convinced the traveler to take scaramouche– now wanderer– with themself when they go back to inazuma.

so now here he is, on a ship with the blond traveler and their flying companion. and the 'crux fleet', if he's not mistaken. he's staring over the railings with empty eyes when he hears footsteps approaching.

"so, why is it you wished to go to inazuma with me?" the traveler asks.

he's about to retort, but then he's struck with a sharp pain in his temple and the words "you're.. so mean, kuni.. you've gotta work.. work on your attitude so you.. can make more friends, okay?.. promise me" echo in his mind.

so he sighs and looks down at the ocean.

"i.. wish to pay someone a visit. on seirai island."

the traveler falters, "seirai island? i thought no one lived there anymore."

the boy doesn't respond.

he hasn't set foot on seirai island in so long. the corruption is no longer there all over the island, thanks to the traveler– not that it would affect him.

he fixes his hat and walks down a familiar path, picking some purple and white flowers on his way, the traveler following close behind.

they take a couple turns and reach a familiar cliff with a shrine. the traveler pauses and puts an arm out to make paimon do the same, finally realizing what the eternal wanderer wished to do– who he wished to visit.

the boy keeps walking until he reaches the shrine and kneels down, placing the flowers in a vase he bought in sumeru.

he mutters a short prayer.

it's silent for a moment, only the sounds of the eternal lightning, wind and waves crashing can be heard. until he opens his mouth to speak.

"i'm home, y/n."

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[yourangel137]

“Beautiful.” A Kazuha X Fem!reader Fanfic

Again one of my proudest possessions, so I want to post it here too for safe keeping <3

Pairings: Kazuha x Fem!reader

Warnings: reader is insecure. Did not proof read

Genres: fluff

Type: drabble

Word count: 835 words

Summary: Reader is insecure about herself, but Kazuha likes her for who she is. + Confession

Everyone would fall for him if they know what kind of person he is. Gentle and kind by nature, poetic with his words and patient with his gestures, he’s the type to treat his loved one like loyalty and you knew that too. It’s just the fact that,, you aren’t confident enough about yourself to fully accept your feelings for him. To you, he deserves better, he deserves someone prettier and someone whose willing to give more than you think you’re able to give. Yet, every time you try to avoid the kind wanderer, he always seems to find his way back to you. Why was that? Why does he care to stay when he deserves better?

Unknowingly to you Kazuha always has his eyes on you and has always seen you as the most beautiful girl he laid his eyes upon. To him, your body is beautiful, your face is gorgeous and your personality is breathtaking. Even if you try to hide your insecurities from him, he knows you’re insecure. He can feel your attitude change around him, your body posture curling and trying to hide your body in some way. It hurts him seeing you so insecure, but he hopes one day you���ll see yourself the same way he sees you.

Your hand trails over the railing from The Crux, feeling the small marks on the wood. You told yourself you wouldn’t go with Beidou and Kazuha on the boat to Inazuma, but in the end you gave in and joined anyways. Maybe because you could never say no to Kazuha his puppy eyes whenever you reject his ideas at first. ‘Dangit.. Why must he be so cute..’ You think to yourself. A breeze touches your exposed neck, goosebumps forming in your delicate skin. Today the breeze seems to be colder than usual and you didn’t fully prepare for colder weather. Before you can think of a possible solution to the sudden cold temperature, a voice calls out to you. “Are you cold, Y/N? It’s colder than usual today.”

The sudden voice you hear from behind you makes you jump a little before turning around to face him. “Ah.. Kazu.. Yeah I guess it’s kind of chilly today. I’ll be okay though~” You answer him, cheeks flaring up a little from embarrassment he caught you thinking to yourself. “Let’s get you inside instead. I know it’s going to rain soon and I also do not want you to catch a cold.” He holds out a hand for you to take, a gentle yet sweet gesture he uses on you so you’d come with him.

It’s hard to reject such an offer so you gently put your hand on top of his and let him lead you away from the deck and to a warmer place instead. Once you two got inside, you watch him let go of your hand and instead grab a blanket and put it around your body. “You should be more prepared next time, the breeze can get cold really fast. Always bring an extra pair of warm clothes with you, dove.”

The sudden nickname makes your heart skip a beat, cheeks flaring up this time from the sudden rush of love you’re feeling for the man before you. “I’m sorry.” You say, but instead of more scolding, you see Kazuha his eyes soften for you. “Why do you think so little of yourself, darling?”

“W-wha-?”

“I know you’re insecure about yourself. I just personally don’t understand why. To me, you’re like a work of art. Your words flow like music out of your mouth, your personality is as warm and bright as the sun, your beauty is as beautiful as the prettiest and brightest of flowers and your whole existence brightens my life more than the sun is even able to do.”

You’re at loss of words, quickly noticing how Kazuha his cheeks turned pink from his sudden confession. ‘Wait.. is this a confession?’ You ask yourself, yet you couldn’t seem to place those words on your tongue and speak them out loud.

“My words might be a lot to take in right now. So I want you to take your time and let this flow in your mind for a bit longer before you answer me back.”

You quickly shake your head and you part your lips to finally speak your mind too. “I like you.” Yet the way those words left your parted lips, ended up louder than you hoped they would. His cheeks flare up more, turning into a more reddish glow, yet his smile is brighter than his blush.

“That was supposed to be my line, dove.” He let’s out the cutest chuckle before speaking once again. “I hope one day I can make you realize how beautiful you truly are. But... Let’s take things slow and steady my sunshine.” Silently you agree with him, nodding along with his words, words you never thought he’d tell you.

He really is too good to be true.

Thank you for reading <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 26-03-2023

[insomnicbypasser]

Hiiiii speaking my thoughts on a certain thing about the newest limbus event make sure to avoid incase of spoilers! I am offically yapping about rodion in this one also so be warned.

You know im constantly thinking about rodion and how she just, doesnt have a yurodivy identity. Its always been a thought in my head how every identity that we get in the game is a possiblility a sinner could have gone down, not just an overlap with exsisting characters. They are afterall from mirror worlds.

Theres n corp sinclair, who gave into his inital disgust of prosthetics and went fully into that realm of dark. The pequod captain ishmael who found herself an almost exact mirror of ahab, fully taken by the madness to hunt what she deemed to be the root of all evil that we saw and the later portion of her canto. Literally most of dons identities share a similar theme of her going into an organization and having her beliefs tested as shown in her n corp, w corp, and her shi association ids.

So why didnt rodion get a yurodivy id instead of her t corp id? The opportunity was right there for the taking, however there was somethings stopping her from getting it. There was the fact that she felt like she did anything to help in actually catching the time ripper, so she didnt get a district 20 yurodivy id bescause hong lu and ryoshu were ACTUALLY like them with their detective work, however i dont think its like that as seen above several sinners have gotten ids that directly go against their current arcs ie: captain ishmael and n corp sinclair. I also think this is the same reason she got a TAX COLLECTOR id of all things, finding herself not only stagnating but also becoming the type of person she would havr MURDERD in cold blood previously.

To me there are two reasons project moon is holding back on a yurodivy id for rodion. Either A: theyre saving it for a theoretical redo of rpdions canto, this time where she actually stands her ground to fully face sonya and give him her true awnser on where she stands, most likely telling him she'll be following the path that dante is leading her down towards instead of the path sonya had laid out for her with the yurodivy. With this she could potentially get either a id where she instead had taken sonya up on his offer, or the most interesting option where rodion had taken up the role of saint for the yurodivy instead of sonya in a sort of captain ishmael or spicebrush yi sang type of id.

And then theres option B: where rodion has yet to get a yurodivy id because there arent any plans to give her a yurodivy id because in EVERY mirror world rodion is always destined to give up her life with the yurodivy. Maybe there will always be a reason for her to leave, a flaw she can never let slide, maybe even a feeling she wont ever address that she wasnt and wont ever be for the yurodivy because they were never ment to be, either they were never doing enough or she could never be enough.

I havent read the book rodion is from, i dont know the first thing about rodions journey through it. All i know is that rodion is a gambling addict, he kills someone, and that sonya helps(?) him get past his vices and sins and even then none of that might not be true i have no idea. What i do know is that in limbus company, rodion has had the constant need to be something. She tried to lead a life in the yurodivy to feel as though she was doing something larger then herself, and when she felt as though they didnt meet her expectations she decided to take things into her own hands and when she looked back on her decisions, she couldnt even tell who she had done them for or whether she was only acting apon her base selfish desires. Then she joined limbus company bus, supposedly to maybe have a wish granted, but also because maybe in this group of losers and vagabonds, she could finally take a large role then what she felt she had when she was in the yurodivy, maybe she could finally make use of her time instead of this rotting stagnation she had been suffering from since she left the yurodivy. But then they fail in their first two missions, she sees sonya for the first time in a while as she plays her first major role in a mission and he is the cause for her failure, even extending an olive branch to her and a place back inside the group she had so quickly left behind when things didnt go so well for her. Then they finally start seeing successes but they come at great losses, being forced to face your traumas, to kill your previous loved ones, to give up your entire motivations for the sake of moving forward and finding your place in the world.

And then we come to t corp itself, rodion finds herself being hand picked for a mission that surely other sinners are more capable of completing. Rodion has lost some of her previous confidence in her place in the bus. She didnt face her trauma like sinclair did, she didnt fight against sonya with all her might like yi sang had, she didnt push through her flaws and learn from her behavior like idhmael and heathcliff had done. Rodion ran, and she hadnt even gained anything from it.

As the event went on, we saw slowly as rodions compossure dropped, especially when the yurodivy got involved. We got to see rodion start to look back on her decision to leave the yurodivy when she interacts with them in district 20. She questions herself as soon as she sees that they actually managed to make something of themselves, that if she had actually been patient they would have been able to give her the kind of change that she had wanted in her life.

Her struggle to define what she wants and how she wants to get it is so interesting, it seems to me like rodion is constantly setting bars too high, either for others or herself, never wanting to settle her bet always wanting to push just a bit further and always crashing hard when she looses it all. The case of time killing time is showing the cracks in her resolve, and i think that eventually itll all come to a boiling point where shell get a rerun of her canto.

Anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk every single one of the sinners make me mentally ill in ways i will never recover from, not just rodion. Trust me i WILL be making a 20 page essay on don once her canto is fully out i will NOT be normal about her. Sorry if i got a bit off track btw this was absolutely a full character study mostly on rodion rather then being me talking about the new event like i said and had quite a bit about me talking about how i think ids work inuniverse beside being things dante can use on sinners for combat. ALSO! If anyone can tell me how rodion and sonya are in the book it would be cery appreciated! Knowing about how moby dick, wuthering heights, and the metamorphsis play out really shaped my experiences of their cantos and id like to see how its themes played into canto 2.

[ctheathy]

hello,could you make me a order of sh tails x reader but a psycho reader pls

Secret History Tails w/ psychopathic!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note : Oh goodness gracious, yall have no idea the struggle I went through to try and write down the proper differences between Tails’ sociopathy, the darling’s psychopathy and make it work with one another💀

Okay, so instead of fitting the stereotypical agenda [Stab stab, murder, hysterical laughing... That], I again went for a more unique and realistic aspect on psychopathic behaviour

Wanted to change things up a little for once in a while, so for my og lovers; SH Tails back from Secret Histories was chosen

SH Tails/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Sociopathic behaviour • Psychopathic behaviour • Murder • Dysfunctional work from Tails • Implied manipulation

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We all know that this version of Tails has always been a little bit... Off. And definitely more on the unique side when it comes to any of the variants we’ve faced. He’d pretty unstable, that’s to say the least. Most screentime of his has already shown that he’s rather on the irresponsible side whenever it comes to his actions as well; causing chaos by throwing his intentions left and right, and dipping when being faced with the consequences. Creating his own little game in a sense of self gain and in order to get his goal succeeded, which at that time was holding the title of being Sonic’s best and only friend, feeling no remorse in removing whoever’s existence to get what he wants. But despite the clear target he’s had right from the start, there’s also been someone else who has briefly been catching his attention.

You two would have likely met around the main events of secret histories, when everybody got introduced to him, when all wasn’t brought into the danger zone just yet. And even while Sonic has continued flooding his erratic mind for a long time, he had always found you intriguing in a way, but for the longest time he couldn't put his mind to what it was that interested him so badly. Though questioning himself up until this point, his mesmerization with you had actually given quite a sense balance to him and his consciousness. Instead of the one-sided unhealthy attachment he had grown towards the blue blur, he was now able to connect with another in a more beneficial way for the both of you. You’d always notice the two tailed fox observing and just staring at you from a distance, but he never actually went out of his way to speak to you. Perhaps the denial for taking interest in another creature instead of just the well-known hero himself finding itself in the picture once again. But there ended up being one single occurrence that changed his entire point of view on this, a natural response that specifically stood out to him and connected all the dots in his mind.

His killings. He’s never actually felt uncertain when doing any of the dirty work, even considerably feeling proud of oneself when his efforts resulted into the final state that he oh-so desired. He was used to the horrified expressions lingering around the place whenever the now deformed body was found, but something that caught his eye even more so is how much your responses seemed to lack emotion despite it being highly inappropriate considering the circumstances. Usually traumatism would be all around visible in the discoverer’s eyes, but for you that had never been the case in the first place. The only thing you’d oftentimes let out being a mere “oh...” and although your facial features made a clear effort to contort in concern, no tears ever seemed to fall.

This was the absolute limit for the mobian. Not only didn’t you seem care much about your “friends’” little lives deep under that facade you tried keeping up to blend in in society, but you also weren’t fazed by any of the destruction he had caused? It had felt like a massive sensation of both relief and recognition for the fox, someone whom he could relate to on another level. This acknowledgement of similarities between you two having given him that one little push he needed to become just as endearing torwards you. He’d specifically encourage you in behaving the way you genuinely feel. It certainly cannot be a pleasant job to keep these disgusting masks plastered on your face all the time, and he truly wants to see you act on anything you may experience, feeling as if there’s much more to you other than making yourself out to be as the average person to “blend in” in such a hideous group of citizens.

Psychopaths are often known to lack both experience and the ability to connect with others, which could have lead to slight bumps in both of your bond with one another at first hand. Tails, however, is still quite the patient mobian; making sure to give you plenty of time to get accustomed to these new forms of relationships and to prevent being pushy about anything. Due to how much you both can see yourselves in eachother, Tails’ appearance could really be one of the best things that could have ever happened for you. Knowing how much he wouldn’t care for any of the things you’d do as long as you’re enjoying yourself either; he’d do quite literally anything to cover up for any unsavoury acts you might have caused in the present; as he is literally none the better himself.

Maintaining an actual relationship that could be considered real and trustworthy is immensely difficult for you, and though he is positive you do love him in your own way; do consider keeping up with any insecurity streaks that may appear in the fox from time to time. As even if you’re not affected by the extremes of emotions coming from another and the exposure to literal bodies laying numbly on the cold floor, you don’t want to know how unstable he can actually get.

On a different note though, he does understand what goes around in your head and the things you might be going through because of it; Even if truthfully saying, you don’t know any better. Your position causes a lot restrictions and other poor confinements for both yourself and those around you. But he couldn’t care less about them. You’re his main priority, and he doesn’t enjoy seeing you being talked down upon and complaints being thrown your way by some some pathetic observer’s life. Who are they to judge you based on first-time encounters anyways? Can’t they see how absolutely spectacular you are?? And he wouldn’t be the slightest bit of hesitant when rigging anything that might be on them at current timing, feeling zero regret when the reports of yet another discomposed body being found finds itself on the news. Feeling eerily lucky in a way that it is you who this work is being done for. He had already gotten a scolding by the other teammates and even Sonic himself, but even he knows he could get away with pretty much anything in your case. And he isn't planning on quitting these wrongdoings anytime soon as long as it could ensure your safety and satisfaction.

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[jakegasm]

confide in me ~ tonowari

 

 ˗ˏˋ request ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ “ Hi can I request a Tonowari imagine with his female mate who has just started seeing him and she is a very strong person who keeps everything to herself like her feelings, stresses and worries in general and relies on herself for everything and only trusts herself and over time Tonowari realises this and brings it up with her one day and she gets defensive and angry at him before pushing him away aggressively and leaving him alone in their home. He talks about this with his best friend Jake and he gives him some advice as Neytiri is similar to Tonowari’s mate and the next day his mate comes home going straight to cook for them both he gets up sitting in front of her taking her hands in his trying a softer approach this time instead of getting irritated like last time, letting her know that he knows she has depended on herself for long but that she can trust him too and talk to him about anything. She eventually opens up to him with much difficulty but he doesn’t rush her just says soothing words whilst she lays in his lap softly running his fingers through her hair and on her face before they both move to cuddle each other face to face where they both fall asleep happy that they are closer than ever? Thanks 😊 “

: ̗̀➛ genre: fluff ! slight angst (not too much, it's mainly fluff)

: ̗̀➛ pairing: tonowari x metikaynia!reader

: ̗̀➛ word count: 1.5k 

: ̗̀➛ warnings: none! 

: ̗̀➛ notes: tsireya and ao'nung don't exist in this ! I mean bc he's w/ you and not ronal duh? lol i felt like this one sucked so i do apologize in advance, i haven’t been in a writing mood lately 😭 but i did my best and i still hope you all enjoy 🥺

also i threw a little surprise in there just because I felt like it *wink, wink*

annnnnnnd no proof read, imma probably hire someone to do that for me as much as i don’t do it 😂

tìywan - love 

“My brother, I do not know what to do. She will not talk to me.” 

Tonowari was desperate. Something was bothering you and tonowari could sense it. But, the way you were built, it wasn’t in you to confide in someone so easily. Not even your own mate. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you trusted him with your whole life. You were just never one to speak your feelings and instead keep them to yourself as you deemed it better that way. 

He hated that. 

He wanted to help you. Help you the way you help him when he feels less of a leader of his clan, you help bring back that spark and stride in him but it seems unfair to him when he can’t do the same for you.

He had turned to his last and only hope. Jake Sully. He had only arrived a few months ago with his family seeking security, and his family had fit right in as quickly as they arrived. At first, tonowari assumed this was your issue. Maybe you weren’t comfortable with the sully’s as much as he was just yet. But, when he saw the wide smile on your face as you helped his children learn how to weave picking baskets, that was quickly scratched out as the potential problem. 

“Ease your way into talking to her. Catch her when she’s in her calmest state. She’ll most likely be more vulnerable to speak her mind to you.” Tonowari raised an eyebrow at his friend's suggestion. You were always calm. How would he know when you’re at your calmest when being calm is your whole personality. He cringed at the thought of asking you last time. The anger that you held was new to him. He had felt as if he did something wrong. Your voice was so different. So—mean. 

“I do not want to speak about it tonowari!” 

“I am your mate, you are supposed to trust me! I only want to help you!” 

Your head whipped around towards him, your nose flaring in anger. The sparkle in your eyes he had loved so much is now gone and replaced with fire. 

“I do not need your help. I am fine on my own.” 

Tonowari wasn’t accepting that as an answer though. He stood on his word, never a man to back down. 

“You do not have wants when we are promised to each other. Ewya brought us together because she knew we bring out the best of each other. If you do refuse my help you will be going against the gift of Ewy-“ 

“Enough!” Your voice boomed. Tonowari froze. He had never heard your voice in such an aggressive tone. You were upset. 

He had made you upset. Biting his lip he contemplated if he had pushed you too far. Whatever he has done so quickly, he regretted just as fast. His hands reached out for you only for you to jerk away from him, a pain ripping its way in his chest at your actions. 

“I do not wish to speak with you about it anymore. Leave it alone.” Your tone so cold. So low. You walked past him leaving him stunned and confused as to what he did wrong. 

Maybe it was him? 

Maybe he did push you too far. 

With a puff of air from his nose he nodded his head to show he understood what he must do. 

“I will try. But it may not go well Jake sully.” Jake laughed in response, placing a hand on tonowari’s shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“Well if it doesn’t, I have room in my pod for you to sleep in.” 

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Night time had fallen and there was nothing but silence filled between you and tonowari. Your back turned towards him as you roasted tonight’s dinner on the fire pit mounted in the middle of your pod, twisting and turning your dinner you inspected it ignoring the way you felt your mate’s eyes on you. You weren’t looking but you could definitely tell he wanted to ask you something, so with a sigh you placed your dinner down and spoke gently to him. 

“What is on your mind my love?” 

Your sudden soft voice broke him out of some trance he was in. Turning your body you peered at him over your shoulder, he sat against the wall, legs crossed and arms folded. His hair out of his usual bun draping over his shoulders, he looked majestic. Strong. He looked like the great leader he was of the clan. The only thing different was the scowl he wore on his face. Whatever was on his mind was killing him to tell or ask you. Without hesitation you stood up and strided towards him, his eyes never leaving your as you did so. Softly you took his face in your hands smiling gently towards him. Slowly you leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his forehead, smiling when you heard the breath he probably had been holding for a while now. 

“Tell me what is wrong wari.” 

Like the many times you had done before, you rendered him speechless. You never ceased to amaze him with your beauty or your kindness. That’s why when you were anger with him it left him in a daze, and quite frankly he was still recovering from it. He desperately wanted to ask you again but afraid it may spark up another fight, so he bit the inside of his cheek to refrain. 

“Nothing. Nothing at all my tìyawn.” He tried his best to crack a smile to you but he knew you weren’t going to but it. 

And he was right. Your face quickly turned into a look of disapproval. His stomach churned at this, he had said something wrong yet again. His ears lowered and pulled back cowering away from you, your hands in an instant brushed and rubbed them tenderly showing a sign of comfort to him. Something you had always done when he felt like this. 

“Do not lie Wari. Something is bothering you, you have been staring at me all night. Tell me what are you thinking of?” 

Closing his eyes and thought about what he was going to say, the words of his brother flooding back to his memory. 

“Ease your way into talking to her. Catch her when she’s in her calmest state. She’ll most likely be more vulnerable to speak her mind to you.” 

Slowly opening his eyes again he found your eyes still on his, gazing softly at him patiently waiting for his response. He swallowed what felt like a ball from how hard he swallowed, cleaning his throat trying to ease his nerves. 

“I—I want to know what is bothering you. Or has been. You have not been yourself lately and last time you were so angry I did not want to upset you again.” 

You were silent. Your silence scared him. He wanted to know what you were going to say or what you were going to do. He really didn’t want a replay of the occurrence that happened a few nights ago. What you did next surprised him at the least. You did not hit him. You didn’t yell at him as he expected you, instead you sat down next to him gesturing to him to lay his head down on your lap. Hesitatingly he laid his head down, your fingers immediately finding their ways through his soft curls tenderly scratching his scalp in the process. 

“I actually wanted to apologize to you for that. I should not have acted that way, I knew you were very concerned about me.” He remained silent letting you continue your ramble, closing his eyes as he absorbed the way your fingers tickled his scalp soothingly. 

“I had been feeling ill for a while and i went to speak with our tsahik—“ Your  fingers paused their motions causing tonowari eyes to pry open, turning his head to face up to you, you smiled down at him. 

“Tsahik said that Ewya has blessed us with a great gift.” 

Tonowari blinked slowly as he tried to process your words. 

Feeling ill? One blink. 

Getting angry so easily? Two blinks. 

Ewya has given you two a gift? Three blinks. 

In a instant tonowari kneeled rather quickly in front of you, his hands cupping your face. He looked frantically at you, hopelessly looking for a sign that you were joking with him. Only the smile on your face that has widened told him otherwise. Quickly he reeled you in for a bear crushing embrace peppering kisses to the side of your skull in the process. 

“Oh thank you Ewya. Thank you. Thank you.”  He repeated over and over again as he covered you in kisses with each word. He rested his forehead against your own soaking in the information you had just relied onto him. 

“My love you had me so worried. I was upset that I had done something wrong.” 

“You did nothing wrong wari. I apologize for my behavior, you do not deserve that.” 

He only hummed in response before pressing another loving kiss to your face. 

“I promise. And please hold me to this. I will be there for you whenever you need me.” He paused, reaching his hand down, gently laying it across your stomach. 

“For our family.”

[erimeows]

Always

It’s past four in the morning in the middle of the Land of Fire, where Kakashi Hatake is stuck on a grueling S-Rank mission. He’s been tracking a criminal rogue ninja, also an S-Rank in the bingo books, for two days straight with no rest. Thankfully, he at least has a lead from another spy in ANBU; the rogue is staying in a hotel just a few hours away and should be there for at least another day or two. Now, all Kakashi has to do is catch up.

The problem is that he’s exhausted, and when he gets exhausted, he gets paranoid as most people do. Every single sound, every brustle of leaves being blown by the wind and every one of his footsteps- it has him on edge. Though, he does know that someone is following him, and that unnerves him even more even if the pursuer isn’t an enemy. 

Frustrated, Kakashi speaks to the man who’s poorly hidden in the trees of the forest. 

“Come on out, Guy, I know you’re there,” Kakashi orders, only to receive no response. “Guy… Seriously, this is getting tiresome. You’ve been at it for two days now. Go home already.”

Guy doesn’t answer. Kakashi sighs and reaches into the weapon pouch that’s strapped to his right thigh. Six years have passed since Kushina and Minato died, and somehow, Guy has gotten worse and worse and worse about following Kakashi to places he shouldn’t. Instead of following Kakashi to his apartment or to the training grounds to challenge him to a new contest, Guy now spends his free time following Kakashi to dangerous ANBU missions, brothels, bars, and all the other places he believes Kakashi shouldn’t be spending his time at. 

Kakashi grabs a kunai and chucks it in the direction of the tree he knows Guy is hiding in. He doesn’t want to actually injure the older man, just force him to come out, and it works. Kakashi hears the sound of the kunai puncturing a tree branch, followed by the sound of Guy’s feet hitting the ground in front of him. 

After two days, the ravenette has finally come out of hiding.

“Wow, that was close!” Guy laughs.

“Seriously? You’re going to get yourself hurt out here,” Kakashi says in an attempt to get Guy to go home, but as per usual, it doesn’t work.

“Eh, I’ll be fine, Kakashi,” Guy easily dismisses the ANBU member with a smile and a playful wave of his right hand. “There isn’t anything out here that your fine rival here can’t handle!”

Kakashi’s eyes narrow as he stares at Guy’s face.

“Why aren’t you mad at me for throwing a kunai straight at you?”

“Kakashi, you have a perfect aim! Yet, that kunai landed five or six inches away from me. I know just as well as you do that you didn’t intend to hit me; you intended to scare me away.”

“Fine,” Kakashi admits with crossed arms. “Then what is it you’re here for?”

“You know why I’m here,” Guy mutters, his happy expression falling into one of concern and his voice dropping in tone and volume.

“Just tell me, will you?”

“I’m worried about you, and I want to keep you safe,” Guy reaches out and places a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder. Kakashi shrugs it off while trying to tell himself that no, he does not desperately crave or need that warm touch. He’s fine without it. He’s fine. “I know that the village is going through a shortage right now, but the fact that they’d send you after an S-Rank rogue by yourself with no back-up… It’s worrying.”

“I’m fine by myself. I’ve been doing these sorts of missions for years and I’m still alive, aren’t I? At this point, I can’t help but think I’m cursed to outlive everyone I’ve ever cared about…”

“Kakashi… You aren’t invincible, and you aren’t cursed, but I can see you falling into darkness and I’m starting to get seriously concerned!”

“You’ve been concerned if the fact that you’ve been following me for half a decade is anything to go by,” Kakashi grumbles and takes a step back, only for Guy to outdo him by taking two steps forward.

“Does that matter? I just want to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“I didn’t say you did, it just gives me peace of mind, dear rival,” Guy argues. Were it anyone else, Kakashi would have knocked him out and left or just outran him- but it’s Guy, and for some reason, he doesn’t have the heart to fully push Guy away no matter how much he knows he should. Kakashi is weak deep down, and all he wants is to have Guy in his life, so he keeps the other Jonin at a comfortable distance; close enough to still have him in his life, but far enough away to keep him from getting hurt by Kakashi’s ‘friend-killer’ tendencies. “Does it really bother you that much?”

“Yes, it does, but if you’re that determined to stay, the least you could do is help. The ninja I’m after is staying at a hotel that’s a few hours from here. I won’t reasonably be able to catch up to them without stopping to rest since I’ve already been at it for a full day, so I’m going to set up camp somewhere secluded and take a nap. Your job is to keep guard so that if any enemy ninja try to attack while I rest, you can wake me up and we can fight them off. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal!”

They walk together in silence to a more secluded area surrounded by trees, bushes, and a nearby river. Kakashi sets up a tent for them to enter. After sharing some rations, despite his agreement to do what Kakashi had asked by staying awake and keeping watch for potential enemies, Guy doses off- all whilst sitting up.

Sighing, Kakashi lays out a sleeping bag and positions Guy so he’s laying on top of the cheap material to sleep. He thinks of going and sitting outside the tent, but being away from Guy makes his chest squeeze tight in a way he doesn’t like, so he stays. Surely, if there’s an enemy out there, he’ll hear or sense them approaching.

“Ah… So you must’ve been awake following me this entire time. No wonder you’re so exhausted,” Kakashi smiles under his mask as he sits next to Guy’s sleeping body. He reaches down and moves the stray locks of hair out of Guy’s face. “I knew it. You’re such a fool, dear rival.”

Hours pass. Kakashi sits awake despite the exhaustion that tells him to sleep. He’s already been awake for two days, what’s a few hours more on top of that? Plus, he could spend forever staring at Guy’s beautiful face like this; familiar bushy eyebrows, chapped and full pink lips, round nose, defined cheekbones. Guy is a little awkward looking, and somehow, that’s just another part of him that Kakashi has fallen for. Hell, he’s been in love with Guy since they were kids- he just knows better than to say anything, because eventually, Guy is sure to leave him alone like everyone else will. 

He doesn’t want to rip the bandaid off and heal from everything that happened with his father, with Rin and Obito, or with Minato and Kushina to take that next step with Guy if the end result is just going to be Guy going and reopening that wound by dying on him. It would be a waste. So, he doesn’t bother no matter how clear it is that he and Guy have always wanted each other.

When the sun starts to rise, Guy jolts awake to Kakashi’s hand still playing with his hair. Kakashi jumps back in an attempt to make it seem like he wasn’t doing anything.

“Rival? What are you doing?”

“Nothing, Guy, I was just… Waking you up. You went and passed out on me when ”

“Wait, I fell asleep! I’m so sorry, Kakashi-”

“Don’t worry about it, but we’ve already been here for too long. We need to go find this ninja we’re after as soon as possible or they’re going to leave the hotel they’re at and I’m going to fail this mission, so… I’ll sleep for four hours, then you have to wake me up so we can go.”

Kakashi lies down as soon as he finishes his sentence, covering his Sharingan with his headband and allowing both eyes to flutter shut. With that, he falls asleep, not bothering to object even as he feels Guy pulling his head to rest in his lap. He can just pretend he was asleep the whole time, right?

~

Reaching the hotel and assassinating the rogue ninja was easier than Kakashi initially thought it would be. With the criminal having been charged with murders, treason, arson, rape, and a dozen other things, Kakashi expected to have a somewhat difficult time, but with Guy by his side, it was a relatively easy job. They’ve just finished cleaning the hotel room of any evidence and taking the body to be disposed of in the forest of the land of fire. As the summon animals finish eating the remains, Kakashi and Guy turn to walk away.

“Well, that was easy enough,” Kakashi says and crosses his arms.

He’s almost completely out of chakra, he hasn’t eaten in a day and a half, and he’s running off of barely any sleep, but it’s over- and, as much as he wants to push Guy away, having the older man there actually provides him with a warm sense of security that he hasn’t been able to find with anyone else.

“You weren’t bothered by that at all?” Guy asks, probably in reference to seeing the corpse torn apart by vultures and pigs. 

“Do you honestly think I’m capable of being bothered by anything anymore?”

Guy frowns at that.

“Look, Kakashi, we need to talk-”

“Yes, yes, I know, ANBU isn’t good for me and I need to leave before I get completely pulled into the darkness or whatever,” Kakashi quickly interrupts. The argument is one that they’ve had a million times now, one that seems to happen almost every time they see each other these days. “Are you done?”

“Kakashi-”

“Seriously, Guy, I’ve heard dozens of concerned speeches just like the one you were about to give me from the other Jonin in the village since Minato-Sensei died. I’ve heard millions of them from you, now, too. Do you think I’m dense? Do you really think I need another one?”

“I’ll give you as many as I have to if that’s what it takes for you to come back to us, I…” Suddenly, Guy stops walking and grabs Kakashi’s hand to hold it within his own. Kakashi’s eyes widen at the warmth, and this time, he can’t bring himself to pull away. “I miss how things used to be.”

“Well, things are different now. We both know that. I hate to have to be the one to break the news to you, but there’s no going back in time and there’s no erasing everything that’s made me into who I am. The best thing you can do for your own well being is distance yourself from me and live your own life… Everyone who gets close to me is seemingly destined to die, anyway.”

“Kakashi, you don’t mean that! We’d both be devastated if I ended this friendship, don’t even try to pretend that you don’t care about us,” Guy insists, and it’s true. Kakashi thinks of all of the silly contests, the shared lunches, the training sessions, the late night talks. He thinks of how Guy was at every one of the funerals that Kakashi’s had to go to over the years, wrapping an arm over his shoulder in silent support. He hasn’t been able to throw it all away no matter how much he knows he should. “Plus, I won’t go die on you- I’m the blue beast of Konoha, after all!”

“Are you serious? Do you think you’re invincible, Guy? Obito and Rin- Minato and Kushina- they all said those things, too, and you know what they went and did? They died just like everyone I love is bound to! Just leave me alone already, will you!?” Kakashi yells and glares at Guy, only to have those strong and familiar arms wrapped around his smaller body. Though tears fill his eyes, and though he feels himself melting, he still frowns and weakly asks- “Why won’t you leave me alone like everyone else has? Why won’t you let me go? I’m not… I’m not good enough for you to go through all this trouble.”

“Because when I was young and unsure of myself and lost in the darkness of self-doubt, you pulled me out of it. You brought light into my life and inspired me to be the best version of myself, Kakashi,” Guy answers. One of his hands is on the back of Kakashi’s head, rough fingers gently running through his hair. The other hand is on the small of Kakashi’s back. “Now that you’re shrouded in darkness and too blind to choose the right path, it’s my turn to help bring you out of it like you did for me… I’ll help you choose the right path even if it puts me in danger, even if it costs me my life. You’re good enough to deserve that.”

Kakashi crumbles. He crumbles, and he shatters, and he breaks. After years of trying to keep Guy at a distance, he’s failed. Guy has somehow managed to get through each and every wall that Kakashi has put up, somehow managed to get close to Kakashi when no one else could. 

“Guy?” Kakashi whispers and rests his forehead against the ravenette’s chest. 

“Yes, Kakashi?”

“Do you… Do you love me like I think you do?”

“Yes, Kakashi. I always have.”

“I see.”

“Do you love me back?” Guy whispers in return.

Kakashi can hear Guy’s heartbeat, which is loud and booming against his chest.

“...As much as I hate to say this, I always have, Guy.”

“Then let’s head back to Konoha; together this time.”

~

When they get back to Konoha, Kakashi is a mess. After hardly any sleep and no food, Kakashi feels himself start to lose his footing, but Guy manages to catch him with a worried exclamation of-

“Kakashi!”

“Guy, I’m fine…” Kakashi insists despite the fact that he clearly is not fine as Guy loops an arm under both of Kakashi’s and helps him walk. “This is a humiliating display, just put me-”

“No, I’m not going to put you down, you collapsed because you didn’t get enough rest and overused your chakra! This is exactly why I followed you- you know, if I hadn’t come along, you’d just be passed out in the middle of the village right now! This is why I was so concerned.”

“I get your point, okay? I’m not stupid, just… Just take me home.”

“You don’t want to go to a hospital?” Guy questions with a furrowed brow.

“No, I didn’t overdo it by that much. I just need to drink water and get some sleep, I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so…” Slowly, they manage to make it to Kakashi’s apartment. Guy opens the door with his spare key and takes them in. “Man, Kakashi, you’re always so cool! It burns me up thinking about how awesome you are-”

“Guy, you’re embarrassing me,” Kakashi interjects, confused as to how the hell Guy could think about how ‘cool’ he is right now when he’s bloodied and exhausted.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop! But I hope you know I mean it!”

“Oh, I know,” Kakashi smiles underneath his mask as they enter the living room. “Lay me on the couch, will you?”

“Why the couch? That’s horrible for your back.”

“I haven’t bathed in three days and am covered in blood and dirt. I don’t want to soil my bedding.”

“Then go take a bath or shower?”

“Guy, I can’t even stand right now, let alone get into a bath or stay up in the shower and wash myself.”

“Then we can just take a shower together!” Guy says as if it’s an easy solution that doesn’t involve them being naked and in close contact in such an intimate setting. Kakashi knows that he’s turning bright red from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chest. “I’ll wash you.”

“You realize that-”

“We said we love each other just a few hours ago- plus, we’ve gone to bathhouses together before! It’s not that different.”

“Showering together in my confined bathroom is very much different than going to a bathhouse together. It’s a lot more intimate, but fine… If you insist, we can shower together.”

“Excellent!”

So, they go to the bathroom. Guy is careful to lean Kakashi against the counter to give him some support as he starts the shower with lukewarm water and tosses a steamer in to make the space smell like lavender and mint. Kakashi already feels himself starting to relax, but the second Guy’s hands are on his body and pulling his shirt and mask off, his nerves are shot once more.

When’s the last time he’s been touched so tenderly? Or has he ever? The hands on his midsection are warm and calloused, strong but gentle as they push his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Kakashi gives Guy the liberty of kicking both garments off along with his shoes and socks. Then, Guy undresses as well and pulls Kakashi into the shower with him. Most of Kakashi’s weight is rested against Guy’s chest. 

Unconditional love is an interesting thing, Kakashi thinks. The fact that they can still be comfortable with each other after years of Kakashi pushing Guy away. The fact that Guy still loves him at all. Kakashi can’t quite grasp it; how Guy loves him enough despite it all to wash his hair and his body so tenderly, to scrub away at the dried blood and dirt that covers Kakashi’s pale skin without so much as a second glance. Things are just like they’ve always been, but now, Kakashi wonders if accepting the warmth that Guy offers is such a bad thing. 

Perhaps Guy will be the one to stick around. 

“Mm, you’re warm,” Kakashi says.

“And you are cold,” Guy says in return. He finishes scrubbing Kakashi down with a loofa, then rinses the loofa off so he can clean himself. “Are you always like this?”

“Probably.”

“Then I’ll just have to make a habit of keeping you warm from now on!”

‘Like you haven’t already been doing that for the past fifteen years…’ Kakashi thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, okay.”

And suddenly, there’s a pause. The two men simply stare at each other, though Kakashi has his left eye closed to keep from using more chakra. This is the first time Guy has seen him without his mask. Kakashi should feel more nervous, but he doesn’t. The only thing in Guy’s eyes is utter adoration as he takes in Kakashi’s true face. 

“Kakashi…”

“Guy,” Kakashi says back.

His arms are around Guy’s neck while Guy’s arms are around his waist. It’s warm even though the water is getting cooler, and before Kakashi can think of it, Guy is getting closer- closer, closer, closer until finally, they’re flush together; legs brushing against each other, chest against chest, arms tangled around each other’s bodies, noses brushing together, and lips molding into lips.

[shadowbunnydragon]

To Bailey, Lily, and Russell: Since you’re dating a predator, what kind of relationship challenges do you face? I’m only asking because I’m a guy and I’ve had a male wolf friend recently come to me and ask me out

Russell, his ears turning pink: "Uh... w-well..."

Baily: "You do have to remember that us humans are omnivores, making us predators as well. Granted, our lack of claws or sharp teeth kinda make that a bit hard to believe for some mammals..."

He reaches into his coat pocket to pull out his buzzing phone, accidentally swiping up and hitting the speaker option.

Leodore: "Hey there, Barney! Just calling to let you know that I've mulled it over, and I still find it silly that you guys are predators. No offense, but you kinda look more like how we'd make a felt puppet mascot for a show to teach very young mammals tolerance and understanding and all that nonsense towards predators. Basically you're predator lite, if you catch my meaning. Also wanted to let you know that I'm gunna be kinda late for our next card reading session, things did NOT work out in the waste disposal union like I had thought it would. Seriously, you make one, or several, jokes about organized crime connections, and suddenly everyone gets up into a tizzy... oh great, it looks like I'm getting pulled over now. I probably shouldn't be talking on my phone while driving, but this is just getting ridiculous. Anyways, see you in maybe an hour."

The phone goes silent, the three humans staring wide-eyed at it in silence.

Lily: "Anyways... it's true that there have been some challenges. Like smaller herbivorous mammals sometimes being nervous around us and giving us side-eyed looks and wide berths."

Russell: "Patricia and David told me that it was a lot worse towards predators a few years ago, but that it's gotten better. The specism towards predators in general, I mean. But then there's also... some members of Jackson's pack aren't too happy with him not dating another jackal, or at the very least, another canid... and sometimes, despite the brave face he puts on... you can see that it does in fact hurt him from time to time..."

Lily: "Some of Renato's family has voiced similar concerns... with his great-grandmother suggesting that we are some kind of evil spirits that have started appearing to work a dark mischief... whatever that means."

Baily, rubbing the back of his head: "I might be kinda lucky in that regard. I'm sure some members of Sophia's pride might not be too happy with her bringing in a human... especially one who was, until very recently, homeless. But thanks to a 'certain someone' and their increasingly embarrassing antics, I guess I'm looking golden in comparison..."

His phone buzzes again and, after receiving now somewhat amused nods from the other two, Baily swipes up and enables the speaker function yet again.

Leodore: "No, officer, you've got this all wrong! That wad of money just fell out of my pocket! It was not a bribe! Speeding and talking on my phone when driving is around $150 here, I've gotten enough tickets for that to know by now; so why would I try to give you $400 when I can just bite the bullet and pay this fine?! OOF!" A loud slamming sound followed by a muffled voice speaking. "Oh, uh, Basil, we're gunna need to have a rain check for that reading. Apparently someone needs to FILL A QUOTA!"

The call ends.

Lily: "... Anywho, opening your heart to someone can be scary, and each time there will be their own sets of challenges. But, there's the chance that you could find someone who makes your heart sing... ahem, and whom you get on with wonderfully. Ultimately, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my big fluffy Marshmallow."

Baily: "I never thought I could feel the way I do about Sophia. Sometimes I wonder if she isn't an angel..."

Russell: "And I'm really glad that I said yes to Jackson! I don't know how things will go down the road, but I'm really happy here and now!"

Lily: "I think that it's safe to say that all three of us here wish you the best of luck with this wolf boy!"

[weirdfishy]

the bucket job when alexadra and sophie are walking side by side, it sort of struck me as telling of their positions. idk if it was intentional but the way that theyʻre composing themselves is so different--

alexandra is throwing her body around a bit more- hips jut out a tad further to be entirely due to walking in heels, the way the dress bares her shoulders draws attention to the fact that sheʻs moving them with purpose, her legs come a little quicker and farther out --- and yeah reading body language as a tell-all is shit and ableist irl but these are actors and theyʻre playing a part so bear w me -- itʻs like sheʻs strutting like someone who is desperate to get somewhere but has to act cool about it and is failing. itʻs as if she has to inject herself with pride and confidence (sophie deveraux has quite the reputation). like alexandra is postulating, almost a marionette holding up its own strings in the face of a closed pair of scissors.

also, her clutch is also-ha-clutched in her hand the whole time, tight and stiff. + her still business-black symmetrical dress of an unforgiving yet flattering material & short, practical stilettos with the slightly widened base? itʻs almost exactly what we usually see on her - all black & not a single thing out of place- no jewelry sans earrings too, even for a social event. always business and never pleasure.

against sophie, who walks with a comfortable grace, her strides coming at a slightly more languid pace- sheʻs at ease here (arguably, she always is, at a party) and if sheʻs apprehensive at meeting with this woman-- well, you wouldnʻt catch sophie devereaux doing something like giving her true feelings away During A Con, now would you? (and then we donʻt really get her thoughts on alexandra this ep & i donʻt think we really do for the rest of the season...)

sophieʻs clutch, on the other hand, she waves hers around like an extension of herself, speaking with it and keeping it loose in her grip. (sophie is an actor, she uses the props she has on hand, always making it all seem intentional). + the soft material, muted green, asymmetrical dress sheʻs got on, with a fun and complimenting pale gold heels and clutch. we all know sophie is fashionable and loves dressing up (grifter/actress). sophieʻs business mixes with her pleasure.

thereʻs prob even more in the dialogue -- "you think iʻm scared of you" - "or youʻre jealous" sophie is almost flippant with it, as if she couldnʻt care less &

"i donʻt negotiate with amateurs" like theyʻre both used to the world theyʻre in, but sophie is quite a bit more comfortable where she is

ANYWAY though, obviously, since alexandra is a new character, iʻm making a lot more shot-in-the-twilight assumptions, and this dichotomy iʻm taking in could be the show leaning into the fact that sophieʻs been a character we know and love and alexandra is the complete opposite. idk their opposing walks just struck me an hour ago and spurred me to peer a lil closer

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 2

Magic bitches

2:12 am

fungi fungus gnome: i just realized

fungi fungus gnome: is anyone here actually fully human?

plant flower faerie: Nope :P /lh

plant flower faerie: Scott’s a starborne elf hybrid, im a faerie, you’re a mushroom gnome, gem and fwhip are deer hybrids, pearl has literal wings, sausage has tiny tiny antlers so hes also bambi, lizzie and jimmy are fish, joel is… something, idk, but he radiates animation magic, pix is a phantom hybrid, and joey is an avian

father: Speaking of me being a phantom hybrid, most of you haven’t slept in 24 hours. Go to sleep. You’re making my instincts go haywire over here and I really don’t want to lose control and end up attacking you or something.

tech wizard: yessir mr dadriffs sir

actual wizard: Going to sleep in just a second, just need to finish that one essay on hybrid-human politics that ms. stella assigned yesterday

glitter starboy: uughh that was so boringggg

plant flower faerie: the entire history of that is just humans hating us it was so depressing

plant flower faerie: why can’t everyone just get along?

jungle bitch: because humanity’s fucked thats why

glitter starboy: fr

father: Go to sleep before I make you.

jungle bitch: ok ok ok ok im going-

glitter starboy: does that include me?

father: I would prefer if you did but you can’t sleep at night that well due to being a starborne so I’ll let you off easy this time.

father: Everyone except for Scott, please go to bed as soon as possible.

father: Scott, please sleep when the sun starts rising and catch just a little bit of sleep.

plant flower faerie: ok gn everyone i don’t want to be attacked by pix again like last time i didnt sleep 

plant flower faerie: have sweet dreams <3/p

glitter starboy: L imajine having to sleep to survive

pathetic fish man: *imagine

glitter starboy: stfu

father: Scott.

glitter starboy: sorry sorry-

miserable, hopeless romantics

3:38 pm

engineer salmon: hes so pathetic

engineer salmon: yet so cute

engineer salmon: Help.

Shroom: depends. 

Shroom: are u gonna finally tell us who this mysterious crush of yours is?

engineer salmon: never

Shroom: worth a shot

elsa boi: imagine being a simp

engineer salmon: stfu u simp for nerds

elsa boi: …NOT ALL NERDS-

Shroom: imma add someone-

Shroom added Joey Graceffa to miserable, hopeless romantics

Joey Graceffa: shrub forced me to join

Shroom changed Joey Graceffa ’s name to simp for elves

simp for elves: im gonna kill you

simp for elves: also i only ever liked one elf

Shroom: oh really? So all the gushing about scott’s “beautiful cyan eyes” in 7th grade was false?

simp for elves: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO FORGET THAT CRUSH EVER EXISTED-

elsa boi: i would be honored but joey would simp for a plastic spoon if it was even slightly attractive soo-

engineer salmon: sooo anywahs hows the thing w/ the mysterious beauty you keep ranting about in sapphic going shrub?

Shroom: GAHHH SHE’LL NEVER LIKE ME BACKK SHES SO COOL AND PRETTY AND IM JUST HERE WITH MY MUSHROOM HAT AND SHE PROBS DOENSTH EVEN LIKE ME AAJDFSAFI

elsa boi: so its going about the same rate as it was earlier this year

elsa boi: cool

engineer salmon: bai guys im gonna go bother gem now

elsa boi: cool

elsa boi: have fun ig

fWhip set his phone down on his desk before running out of his room and into Gem’s, where she was studying. 

She had headphones on, probably on a low volume and playing classical or calm music, and was bent over a sheet of paper, furiously writing something. She was clearly biting her tongue in the way she only does if she’s completely absorbed in what she was doing. Perfect.

He silently slipped into her room, closing the door behind him carefully, before grabbing the buzzing magnets he left in there last time he did this. He separated them before throwing them into the air and letting them clack together and buzz loudly.

Gem jumped up in her seat, magically-formed wings fluttering in shock, before turning around and fixing fWhip with a stern glare.“fWhip! You startled me!” 

“That’s the point.” he replied with a shit-eating grin.

Gem rolled her eyes before putting her headphones back on and putting them on a slightly louder volume. “I was studying for the test we’re going to have in science about how magic affects the laws of physics,” 

“Nerd.” he replied, his grin showing through his voice.

“Says the one in several robotics clubs.”

fWhip started walking out the door, and right before he left the room completely, he turned and said, “At least robots are actually cool,”

Gem simply sighed, and returned to her work. 

fWhip sighed. Lately, they had been slowly drifting apart, with Gem joining gifted classes at their school and being given more homework in general. She often stayed up for nights on end working on a project, and it was starting to worry him. He ran a hand through his too long hair.

Hopefully it would get better.