#and i can't even properly put into words how it feels like they're looking inside of my brain

[yandere-daze]

My love for death note is still going strong so have some more headcanons! My head was filled with thoughts about Mikami lately so I hope you enjoy!

gn reader

1.6k words

cw yandere, obsession, stalking, manipulation, isolation, suicide threat

Yandere Teru Mikami x Reader

Mikami is an obsessive and worshipping yandere

I feel that he would naturally be drawn to a kind and gentle darling, someone that he believes is truly innocent and worthy of being part of the new world he strives to create in Kira`s name

He would worship your very existence and put you on a pedestal, highlighting all the positive traits you have ( or he imagines you to have) while completely ignoring any negatives. You are a perfect being, unblemished by the corruption of society and he knows that it is his duty to make sure that your innocence is preserved

For that reason, he makes sure to include some free time in his very busy and structured schedule to keep an eye on you and make sure that no one is hurting or defiling his precious angel

In other words, Mikami starts stalking you on a daily basis almost immediately after seeing you for the first time. He believes that only he is capable of making sure you are safe and to do that, he must keep a close eye on you. Of course, he also just loves secretly basking in your presence. Just a single glance of you is enough to wash away all the stress of his daily life. To him, your very existence is healing

He's usually watching you through your bedroom window in the evening. Nothing brings him greater joy than watching you sleep with a peaceful expression on your face. Oh, how he wishes he could crawl into bed right next to you and hold you close!

Another reason for his stalking is to learn more information about you. He won't be content to just watch you for long and as such, he needs to know exactly what you look for in a partner so he can make himself as appealing to you as possible when properly meeting you for the first time

Now Mikami can be very charming. He's very attractive looking, has a nice voice and a respectable job. He's also good at pretending to be reasonable and normal. It would not be very hard for him to pull you in and make you agree to meet up with him again and again

Even while you're not yet dating, Mikami would disapprove of you meeting with any other people, especially ones he would see as competition for your love. In his eyes, they are unworthy of being close to you. They're dirty, rotten. They would only corrupt someone as pure as you. And naturally, he can't have that

He believes himself to be the only one capable of taking proper care of you and treating you how you deserve to be treated. He's willing and even eager to worship the very ground you walk on. This man will grovel and plead for even a scrap of your attention. How could you ever even entertain the thought of being with anyone else?

He would definitely try to isolate you from people he doesn't approve of. He might leave you some friends that he has personally checked and vetted to ensure that they would not have any negative influence on you or worse, harbor any sort of feelings for you. Anyone else? You'll never see them again if he has any say in it

Maybe different from Light, I don't think Mikami would really hesitate to eliminate any competition or obstacles he might face. He has a very black-and-white view of morality and so likely views anyone who gets in his way of being with you as evil and worthy of death

He is sure that God must have brought you to him to reward his loyalty and dedication to the mission and so anyone who would interfere with God's will is a sinner of the worst order and must be dealt with swiftly

He's almost giddy with excitement whenever he writes down the name of someone you're close to, knowing that he is getting one step closer to having you all to himself

Of course, he would "comfort" you whenever you get sad about another one of your friends disappearing but inside he would be very pleased with himself. His darling is just so kind-hearted that they would even mourn for the low lives he deletes from existence. It just makes him fall for you even more, even if he thinks that your sadness is misplaced

Once you actually are in a relationship with Mikami, it would get very difficult for you to leave him. He probably won't immediately reveal that he's acting as Kira to you but over time, his rather disturbing view on morality would come to light

I think it is stated that Mikami only talks about his real views on criminals when he feels like he is speaking with someone who shares his values (like with Takada) but the longer Kira's reign continues and the more the approval ratings increase, the more outspoken he becomes about being a follower of Kira at least

I mean, he starts appearing on Kira's kingdom constantly to the point that Near grew suspicious of him because of that. Surely you as his partner would immediately take note of it if you saw him on TV like that

If you don't approve of Kira and get upset with him about it, Mikami would be very dismayed but try to explain his twisted idea of justice to you, all while carefully making sure to not reveal his real identity to you. He's very good at making his arguments sound logical and well-thought-out to the point that it would be difficult to really argue against

Despite that, Mikami wouldn't really "punish" you for speaking out against Kira. He doesn't approve of it but he just believes you to be temporarily confused and thinks that you will come around to his line of thinking eventually. Clearly, there must be someone in your life who is poisoning your mind with blasphemous thoughts about Kira being evil

No matter, he will just delete them as well with a flick of his wrist

Now if you actually tried breaking up with him? He wouldn't take it well, at all.

He would insist on knowing what he did wrong and what he could do to make it up to you. He promises that he can be better, he would do anything for you! It's one of the rare occasions where the normally rather composed man would crumble into a pathetic mess on the ground

He's full-on crying and cowering on the ground as he latches onto your legs, trying to stop you from leaving. You can't do this to him, he loves you more than anything! If you're gone, he doesn't know if he has the strength to continue on. You're his angel, the person he knows he's meant to be with for the rest of his life. So if you plan on leaving him...

He won't be able to take it. If you leave him now, he's going to take his own life! And he's fully serious when he tells you this. He doesn't necessarily even say it because he's trying to guilt-trip you into staying, he's just at his absolute breaking point. He truly does feel like everything is hopeless and meaningless without you by his side. He can't imagine life without your touch, your voice, your smile

So please don't do this to him. Don't leave him. He's willing to do anything to make things right!

If you decide to stay, things just become even worse for you. Mikami's love becomes absolutely suffocating. He's so paranoid that you might suddenly change your mind again that he's totally unwilling to leave you out of his sights for long. He will definitely install trackers on you to put his mind at ease when he inevitably will have to leave the house for work. Always leaves the door locked too so you can't run or be stolen away by someone else

That will be a constant worry on his mind anyway. The thought of someone else filling your head with empty lies and taking you away from him. His heart feels like it might break when he thinks about it too much. And he does.

Remember when you used to be able to meet with friends he had vetted? Yeah, no more of that. Someone must have talked you into wanting to leave him in the first place so he won't take any chances anymore. He's the only person you're allowed to have contact with anymore

It truly hurts him to see you sad or upset about being completely isolated but he always shushes your cries with gentle kisses and reassurances that all of this is just for your own good. You'll sooner or later come to realize that he only wants what's best for you

Mikami would also super-lovebomb you. He does this even before your "relationship" got to this point but he's especially bad after that attempted breakup.

He tells you how much he loves you every single day and holds you close whenever he can. He says that you're the only one for him, that he can't imagine being with anyone else. That he would do absolutely anything for you. And at this point, you don't doubt that

Mikami will absolutely try to rush your relationship as well. He will try to be gentle and patient but he's just absolutely desperate to secure your relationship and tie you down as fast as possible to calm his paranoia.

He would want to rush into marriage even after only a few dates, liking how a legal document would try to solidify your claim on each other and it would make the process of leaving him that much harder, combined with the fact that he will be the one making most of the money

But don't worry about what life would be without him, he will not let go of you anytime soon and he promises to worship you for the rest of your lives <3

[lollixp0p]

Valentine's lovin' (18+)

Pairing: Bf!Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader

Genre: Romance, fluffy, smut (MNDI)

Word count: Just over 3k!!

Warnings: Idol!au, established relationship, sub!Wooyoung (subtle though), nipple play (m rec.), hair pulling (m rec.), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), riding, creampie, (reader gets called my love, baby and other variations of it, Wooyoung gets called kitty, good boy)

Summary: It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Note: Happy Valentine's day everyone!! It's lovely Wooyoung time, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys (ignore any errors, I'm too lazy to check for them properly right now) :) Please comment, reblog etc. and give me feedback so I know if you liked it!🙏

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

The entire week up to today Wooyoung had been a stressed mess, wanting to make sure everything was in order for your special date. Why special, you may ask? Well because it was Valentine's day and he'd wanted everything to be as perfect as possible.

He'd made sure to move every practice or other schedule from that day to a different one, although their managers had not been very pleased about the information.

He had to nag Hongjoong and Jongho to be out of their dorm by seven pm at the latest, so you two could relax after the date with an amateur spa session and then watch your favorite movies until the two of you fell asleep cuddled on his bed. They'd finally agreed on the promise of free dinner paid by him the next day (much to Wooyoungs dismay).

Even though he had been all over the place on the days before it, the actual date was far more magical you could have ever imagined.

Wooyoung showed up to the door of your apartment in a fancy black suit holding a large bouquet of red roses, to signify his undying love and passion for you.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a black face mask he looked so incredibly handsome you just wanted to drag him straight to your room and skip the entire date.

"Happy Valentine's day my love, I hope you're ready for the most romantic day of your life! These are for you, the most gorgeous person I've ever had the pleasure of seeing", Wooyoung says, pulling his mask down and grinning at you. He hands you the gorgeous bouquet and waits by the door as you go inside to put them in a vase.

"Thank you Wooyoungie... they're so beautiful", you smile at him bashfully. No matter how long it's been he still manages to make your stomach fill with butterflies and twist and turn in the most wonderful ways. The months you've been together have truly been the happiest of your life and you really can't wait to see what he has in store for you for your first Valentine's together.

Wooyoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. He leans in until your noses are touching, but holds still until you try to look away in shyness at his intense gaze.

Chuckling to himself and muttering a 'silly baby' under his breath, he turns your face towards him and finally closes the gap between you, kissing you passionately. Once he breaks off the kiss you're left breathless and dazed... 'What a little brat...' you think, but he's yours so you don't mind him teasing you like this.

He offers you his arm and after making sure you have everything you need with you, you finally grab it, close the door and he leads you to the company car driving you two to the expensive looking barbeque restaurant he'd booked a private room from.

During the entire ride Wooyoung couldn't stop gushing about how gorgeous you looked and you couldn't help but feel flattered that someone whose looks rivaled that of the suns could see such wonder in you.

When you'd gotten close enough to the restaurant Wooyoung put his mask and baseball cap on to hide his identity, slightly ruining his perfectly placed hair. 'The unfortunate realities of going on dates with an idol', you think to yourself, but ultimately understand it being for both of your safety and privacy.

After checking in at the front desk a waiter leads you to your private room and Wooyoung finally takes both the cap and mask fully off.

He fluffs his hair and helps you take your jacket off as you stare at him in wonder, itching to touch the perfectly fallen curls of his hair.

"Thank you Youngie", you smile up at him. He places the coat on the rack next to the door and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down and smiles back at you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling flustered at how taken he is by you.

"You're welcome pretty baby... I didn't realise you still had the jacket I lent you a month ago, I've been wondering where it went", he chuckles to you while pulling your chair back and pushing it closer to the desk once you're seated.

The restaurant staff had obviously known of your arrival beforehand, and made the room ready for use in advance. He sits down as a different waiter arrives and listens to them explain the menu. The both of you decide to split a slightly bigger meal so you wouldn't be too full by the time you got to the dorms.

Wooyoung had picked an incredible place to eat, as the food had looked mouthwatering the moment it arrived in the room, even if the meat had been raw at that point. His cooking skills had really shined through and you suspect that had been a part of the reason he wanted to take you there, fishing for compliments as he grills the meat for both of you.

While eating you exchanged about a thousand kisses with each other, even as you whined at him to stop so you could chew your food. Though he did make up for it by feeding you with his chopsticks and making sure you drank enough in between, smiling endearingly at you as he wipes any stray sauce off your cheeks, kissing them after.

The conversation was flowing so naturally that at times you'd completely forget to eat or sip the wine you had, due to your excitement and interest in the things you were talking about, making his show of affection very helpful even.

Once you had finally finished you'd put away any trash you managed to make and set your cutlery nicely on the table, to make the waiters job easier. Wooyoung got himself ready to leave and then handed you your jacket. He made sure to let the company staff driving your ride know the car could be driven to the front.

The two of you left after thanking the restaurant staff and once outside Wooyoung opened the door for you to get into the car before him.

You found yourself flustered by how he had upped his charm to what must be a thousand percent for this special day. It was clear this day was very important to him, wanting to impress you so.

In the car Wooyoung kept leaving sweet pecks to your cheeks and lips, telling you how much he loved you. It was obvious the shared wine had gotten him a bit buzzed but you could tell he wasn't drunk, just in that stage where he wanted to kiss you until you both were one, entangled in each others love.

Sitting on the right of you, little by little, his right hand drifts down to your thighs, until he's gripping the inner thigh of your right leg. Moving it towards him slowly, he slightly spreads your legs. Though to your relief (and dissapointment) that's all he does.

By now you know him well enough to know that normally he'd be cheeky enough to try finger you in the backseat, but you're glad he knows better right now. Wooyoung must realise that if he keeps his hands to himself, you'll rock his world as a thanks for the best date you'd ever had together yet.

Despite being a little brat that needs to be put in his place every once in a while, you know there's nothing Wooyoung loves more than getting taken care of and pampered, being controlled.

The car coming to a stop is what gets him to stop drowning you in kisses and he gathers himself, taking his hand off your thigh and winking at you. 'God he looks delicious', you find yourself thinking as he's fixing his hair. You have to remind yourself there's someone else in the car with you so you don't take him right here.

Wooyoung opens the door and gets out, then helps you out of the car by holding your hand. After thanking the driver and telling him to have a great night, the car drives off.

He takes off the mask again and shoves it into his pocket, grinning at you when he notices your intense staring. Even if it's meant to be teasing his smile truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

The two of you walk up to the front door of the dorm he shares with the leader and the maknae of his group. After the move that divided the eight of them into three separate places, meeting him at the dorm had become a lot less stressful.

Before there was no privacy at all and the rest of the men would tease Wooyoung any chance they'd get. Sure, it was out of love for him but the amount of times one of the seven had walked in on a makeout session was starting to become ridiculous.

Wooyoung pulls out his keys and as he tries to get the dorm key in the lock, the focused look on his face makes you snap and finally jump him. He manages to get the door open just as you turn his head towards you and slot your mouths together. He lets out surprised gasp at your enthusiasm and you use the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth.

The two of you stumble into the dark apartment with your lips locked. You kiss him harder and he whimpers, loving the feel of you on him. Wooyoung has his hands holding tightly onto your hips and eyes shut in pleasure but despite that he still manages to turn the lights on in the hallway, very telling of how often you've done this together.

You tap him lightly on the shoulder and he gets your signal, your minds and bodies dancing in harmony, something that makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. He removes your jacket while you take off his and start unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Leaving everything extra at the front door the two of you run to his room hand in hand giggling to each other with lovesick eyes.

Fuck it, the spa session and movies can wait until later.

He opens the bedroom door, pushes you in and closes it behind you both. Crowding him in against the door you continue making out. You run your hands through his silky hair, tug on it and Wooyoung lets out a pathetic whimper, grinding his already hardening dick against your leg. You push his open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

"Hey... no fair, you have to take yours off too!", he breaks the kiss to pout at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry Youngie... I thought I was in control here? When did you get so demanding, huh?"

He stays quiet and looks down, you can almost see the conflict in his eyes. Should he keep teasing you and risk a punishment or listen like a good boy and get his reward for being such an incredibly thoughtful and sweet boyfriend today?

"Well? How's it gonna be little kitty, are you gonna be good and listen to me?"

He looks up at you through the hair covering his beautiful brown eyes, "... Yeah... yes please, baby," Wooyoung whispers, "I'll- I'll listen- I want you, please."

"Mmm, my good boy, thank you...", you coo at him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll take such good care of you Woo." His whole face down to his neck flushes red in excitement and arousal. He's so greedy for praise and compliments...

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me, won't you kitty?", you tilt his face towards you and he shivers, nodding. He does as told and situates himself in the middle of the bed, looking at you while you stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly you take your clothes off and his eyes widen.

Taking in the sexy red lingerie, barely covering anything, he gulps and grips the knees of his pants, "A-ah shit, what the fuck... You're so sexy...", his face scrunches, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. You giggle at his obvious arousal, cupping your tits in your hands and groping them. His hands twitch, like he's itching to move them to his very noticeable erection.

"Thank you, sweet kitty. I thought I'd give you a nice little surprise today...", your hands run lower on your body and to the back, leaving them on your ass.

Turning around, you bend over to show off exactly what he wants to see. "Would you like your treat now?", you ask as you run your other hand lower towards your already eager pussy. He takes in a breath through his gritted teeth and watches you stand up straight to take off the bra top of the red set. You get on the bed and he turns towards you as you do, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Come get your treat then kitty", you spread your legs as he crashes down on the mattress, panting like a dog in heat. Not waiting another second he brings his hands down to your hips to take off the remaining piece of clothing.

Wooyoung lowers his mouth to your dripping cunt, moaning in delight at finally getting a taste of you. He pushes his tongue in your hole and thrusts it in and out for a bit gathering your wetness on his tongue.

Him moaning into your pussy makes your legs shake and do your best to keep them from shutting around his face. Seeing you you so lost in the feeling of his talented tongue makes him grind his crotch against the mattress, losing himself in the feeling and taste of you on his mouth. He lifts his face for a moment to take a breath.

"I love you so much... my baby, fuck... You taste so good", he buries his face between your legs again, gripping tightly onto your thighs to keep you as close as possible. Lapping at your clit, he groans in satisfaction.

"F-fuck Youngie... You're so g- so good for me", you gather the hair on the back of his head into your hands and guide him even closer to your wet heat, so that he's buried nose deep in you.

The pressure makes him groan into you and the vibrations of his voice in turn make your legs twitch shut around his head for a moment.

"Shit! My good... fuck, good boy! Doing so well for me kitty", your voice shudders, hands gripping his hair harder.

Soon you find yourself craving something more. "Ah, fingers too kitty...", you tell him, desperately needing any part of him in you, craving to be closer to him in any way possible. And just like the good boy he can, he listens to your command immediately.

Going straight for two to properly stretch you for his cock, he pushes them in and scissors them, sucking on your clit at the same time.

He continues to play with your pussy and it doesn't take you long to get close from his skilled hands. In just a couple more moves of his fingers your pussy throbs and you come around them, making you moan his name loudly in pleasure.

You don't wait long to come down, instead you sit up and push him down by his chest and straddle him, running your hands over his smooth skin.

"Wooyoungie... Let me take care of you ok? You'll let me, right?", you coo at him sweetly, seeing his eyes cloud over in ecstasy as your fingers find his sensitive brown nipples.

"Haa- ah! Yeah yeah, please, hah!", he thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You grind your wet pussy against his hard cock and his whole body jolts under you. He lets out a long wound out moan at the promise of getting to be inside you soon. Finally you take him in your hand, position him under you and start lowering yourself on his dick.

His head tilts back as he groans at the feel of you around him, hands immediately flying to your hips to hold onto anything, as you don't wait to start moving on him. He bucks his hips up towards you and you decide to let him, for the sake of Valentine's day.

You put your hands on the sides of his head and lower your face to his, kissing him with fervour as you keep moving your bodies in tandem.

You move your other hand to his hair again and tug on it, making him whimper. He lets go of your kiss to bare his neck to you and you move your mouth to it to mark him to your liking. Already feeling close after your first orgasm it doesn't take very long to feel it building up again and seeing how Wooyoung can barely contain himself it's obvious he's not that far off either.

"You- ah, you gonna come ki-itty? For me yeah??", you lick along his collar bone and tug hard on his hair.

All that he can let out is a silent scream as he throws his head back further and comes in you, mouthing out something along the lines of 'please, yes, yes god, please!!'.

Seeing his brain shut off in pleasure makes you come around him as well and you stop bouncing on his cock, letting him stay in you as you both come down for your highs together, feeling his cum in you.

"Happy Valentine's my good boy, I love you so much", you kiss him on the lips even if he's barely able to reciprocate, running his hands along your back to ground himself.

You decide to rest with him a bit, not having enough energy to get yourselves clean just yet. For now, you just want to feel him close to you.

Your sweet, caring, thoughtful boyfriend.

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[demonsword586]

Tartaros pp headcanons! (Just the nobles)

Bimet

- I imagine he is one of the few normal sized pp owners amongst devils. (Still,they are naturally larger than humans,so normal for a devil is still pretty impressive for a human.)

-Anyway I belive he is around 15 cm in lenght .

-You see the charm about this man's shlong is not in size like most people think but in it's shape.

- You see his tip is sharp. This man is a whore. With enough money,you could probably buy a night with him. And as a proper gold digger....he needs a sharp tool for the job.

-You ever saw the part of a flute in which you blow? Yea that's his tip

-Not only is his tip pointy but somewhere in the middle of his shaft he has tiny bumps. They're small and there's not a lot of them...but just enough for you to feel it when he ravages your insides.

-He thought about dipping his pp in gold like he does to his feet but immediatelly stopped after the first try. Mostly because the gold was dropping down way too quickly because of the higher temperature.

-He settled on just wearing a few thin golden cock rings. Also has a simple prince albert piercing

-From all the gold in the air,I woudn't be suprised if he eats it too. After a few years of chewing on metal,his cum got a certain yellowish color to it.

-I do think he cums a lot tho and it's watery...very watery.

-He keeps himself groomed most of the time. If you're serving the richest man in hell as his right hand,you gotta keep a certain level of proper hygene and looks to match.

- Also yes his pp does smell like pennies.

Valefor

- I think he's pretty similar to Mammon. He already works hard to have a body like his. I woudn't be suprised if that applies to his dick as well.

-As you can imagine....big. Not as big as Mammon's meat srick but very similar. Thick,long and hard as a brick. He should register is as a lethal weapon. In and put of the bedroom.

-At least he is aware of his own size,comparred to some other careless nobles. He knows he could actually hurt you and does everything in his might to prevent that,even if it means sacrificing his own pleasure for yours.

-Speaking of pleasure and cumming,he's another one of those breeding bulls. His cum is a bit thick but actually tastes pretty good. The most similar thing to it is a lemon tart.

-Back to his cock. It's a bit more normal whrn it comes to the shape. It's the kind of a penis that is pretty to look at but also scares you with just how big it is. In other words,a teddy bear kind of pp.

-He keeps his pubic hair growing. Of course,he does shave it off every once in awhile. But only when it gets so unruly it iches. But every other time? He just let's it grow. He just doesn't pay too much attention to his hair when he has to put so much work into growing out his muscles.

-But somehow has one of the healthiest hygene routines? Has like 12 diffrent products,all for a specific thing on his body. He's a good boy who takes care of himself properly.

-He does work out a lot tho,so he can't always be smelling like sunshines and manly chemicals. Even after many showers,there is still a small sprinkle of the sweaty smell on him. He is trying to get rid of it since he knows humans are a bit more sensitive about bad smells compared to devils

Eligos

- Small...the smallest penis owner in Tartaros nobility and he is damn proud of it!!!

-He's actually really happy with his size since smaller pps are way cuter than those muscular-looking dicks. It gives him a very cute bulge too!

- It's size is 11 cm.

- Some of his coworkers suggested he starts wearing some more gold but he refuses. After all,ribbons are way cuter than gold and very flexible in their usage too! He can wrap them everywhere even on his dick.

-Has a collection of diffrent types of ribbon fabric,each for a specific part on his body. There is so many pretty fabrics after all but not every one fits more intimate areas. For down there he uses a very soft,silk ribbon.

- Has a very good hygene too. Probably owns a whole cabinet of showering items. My man knows his stuff. He follows Orias's social media and they even give each other beauty tips in DMs. Paimon joins in on some conversations as well.

- Anyway back to his pp! We already got out of the way that it's small. Well it's also really sensitive! Especially on the underside of his shaft and the point where his tip is the sharpest. If you rub or touch him there,he becomes quite vocal. I don't mean those little whimpers but full on moans. When Mammon first heard him,he had to ask later if he was okay and if he needed a headpat. Poor man probably thought Eligos hit his balls or something.

-Speaking of balls,his are pretty small and round. His ballsack is a bit tight which makes his balls appear very adorable,like little marbles. They fit perfectlly in your palm too! Ah,but don't squeeze them,he'll push you away and cover them for a few weeks if he sees you.

-Man waxes. You see those shiny thighs? Yea he wants all of his assets to be like that. Smooth like an infant. He actually does the whole process by himself. Unless there is a place he cannot reach *cough* his ass *cough*

-Overall,a very cute little thing and slightly squishy. The color of it is just as his skin with his tip being a paler pink.

[woogilicious]

caught in 4k ꒰ seeun ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: idol!seeun x gn!soloist!reader ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 2.6k words ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: idol!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, light angst ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: light jealousy, emotionally constipated seeun, falling to the floor lol, slight bickering, teasing, and embarrassment, public confession (peer pressured), seeun being annoying little brat.

The KQ practice room door creaks open just as Hunter spins around, mid-laugh with Yujun. His face lights up when he sees you standing there—wearing a jacket, sunglasses on, clutching a bag of celebratory bubble teas.

"Y/N!!" he yells, practically tackling you with a hug. "What the hell—how did you even get past security?"

"I'm a soloist, not an amateur," you tease, handing him the drink with his name scribbled in Sharpie. "Congrats on your debut, superstar."

"I can't believe you actually came," he beams, already pulling you inside like a golden retriever. "Everyone, this is Y/N—my best friend-slash-kpop legend—"

"I'm not a legend—"

"They're being humble," he says over you.

You nod politely to the rest of the room. A few of the xikers members wave, clearly recognizing you.

Everyone… except one.

He's sitting in the corner, legs spread out, sipping something from a pouch like he's the main character in a teen drama. Blonde bangs falling slightly over his brow. That face is too pretty, and he definitelyknows it.

He glances up, eyes flicking over you once.

Then he scoffs.

"Who are you supposed to be?"

You blink.

Hunter nearly chokes on his drink. "Bro—what?? That's Y/N. THE Y/F/N."

Seeun shrugs like he didn't just say something mildly offensive. "Never heard of them."

Your brows lift, but your smile stays polite. "No worries. I don't expect everyone to know me."

"Good," he says with a lazy smirk, "because I don’t."

Junghoon makes a noise like he's witnessing live beef.

Hunter nudges Seeun's side. "Dude, you literally watched their 'Venomous' stage and said they looked hot—"

"I said the choreo was clean," Seeun corrects sharply, refusing to make eye contact.

You just hum, stepping past him to set the rest of the drinks down. "Anyway, congrats again, Hunter. I know how hard you worked for this."

He gives you a grateful smile and whispers, "Ignore Seeun. He's like that with people he finds hot."

You blink. "What?"

"Nothing!" Hunter blurts, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

You raise a brow, but choose not to press. Instead, you let him drag you toward the couch, where a few of the other xikers boys have already made space for you.

"Okay, spill," you say, offering him one of the drinks you brought. "How are you feeling? Has it hit you yet that you're literally debuted now?"

Hunter grins, his whole face lighting up. "It's been insane. I haven't slept properly in like, a week, but seeing fans scream for us is definitely worth every second."

"That's so good to hear," you smile. "And the response online Everyone's obsessed with your dance line."

Hunter rubs the back of his neck, bashfully nodding. "I'm trying to keep my head on straight. But your message yesterday helped a lot. Really."

You blink. "You're telling me I comforted you?"

"You always do," he shrugs, like it's obvious.

Before you can get sentimental, Minjae pops up beside you, extending a hand and a warm smile.

"Hey, I'm Minjae. Just wanted to say I'm a big fan of your work."

You shake his hand. "Thank you. Your vocals are incredible, by the way. I saw the showcase clips—you ate."

He beams. "You're too kind. If you ever need someone for a collab… I mean—" He clears his throat, laughing nervously. "Just putting it out there."

One by one, the other members come over to greet you, introduce themselves, and crack jokes. Everyone's friendly, loud, and a little chaotic—in that way only freshly debuted boy groups are.

Everyone… except one.

You glance over to the far side of the room. Seeun is sitting stiffly by the water cooler, scrolling on his phone with a blank expression. Every so often, you catch his eyes flicking toward you. And every time he notices you noticing—he immediately looks away, ears slightly pink.

Weird.

Still, he doesn't say anything. Doesn't even greet you.

Minjae notices.

"Yah," he says, walking past Seeun and giving him a soft smack on the shoulder. "Don't be disrespectful. Y/N's our senior."

"I'm not being disrespectful," Seeun mutters, still not looking up.

"Then come say hi, dude."

"I'm busy."

"You're scrolling through TikTok."

Seeun stands abruptly, grabbing his water bottle and heading toward the door without another word.

The room goes quiet for a second.

You blink. "What's up with him?"

Hunter frowns. "I… don't know. He seemed fine before."

"Before I came?" you ask, tone curious—not offended.

"Yeah…" Hunter nods slowly.

Yechan pipes in from the corner, mouth half full of chips. "Weird. Seeun never acts like this before. He's usually the loudest one in the room."

You lean back on the couch, eyes narrowing slightly. "Hm. Interesting."

Hunter gives you a side-eye. "You're thinking something."

You smirk. "I'm not thinking anything."

The backstage hallway is buzzing with idols—staff running around with clipboards, stylists touching up last-minute details, stage managers yelling countdowns. The walls practically hum with anticipation.

You're standing near one of the corner lounge tables, chatting easily with Keeho from P1Harmony. He's leaned forward slightly, laughing at something you just said, his bright personality shining like always.

"You seriously wore that to rehearsal?" you grin.

"Okay first of all, it was laundry day," Keeho says dramatically, "and second of all, I was serving."

You snort. "Serving something, that's for sure."

He gasps in mock offense and flicks your arm.

A few steps away, Seeun turns the corner. He's got his water bottle in hand, earphones half in, looking like he's searching for someone—or maybe just wandering.

The moment he sees you laughing with Keeho, he freezes.

Keeho nudges your shoulder gently, still mid-story, and you laugh again, covering your mouth. You lean into him like you've known each other for years. You have.

Seeun's jaw twitches.

He was heading your way. You can tell—his path, his pace, his whole damn vibe. But the moment his eyes meet yours…

He turns.

Full 180.

He turns the other way without a word, walking off like he suddenly remembered he left the stove on.

You frown, watching his retreating back. "Huh…"

Keeho notices. "Who are you looking at?"

You blink and shake your head. "No one."

Meanwhile, Seeun storms into the xikers waiting room with a deep frown etched into his face.

Minjae's humming, Sumin's adjusting his mic, and Hunter's sitting on the couch scrolling his phone when he sees Seeun enter���looking like he just witnessed his crush get proposed to.

"Yo," Hunter says, raising an eyebrow. "Why's your face like that?"

Seeun doesn't answer immediately. He throws his water bottle on the table (gently, but still dramatic) and plops down in a sulk.

Then, unprompted, he mutters—

"Hey. What's Y/N's relationship with Keeho sunbaenim?"

Hunter blinks. "Um… what?"

Seeun looks away, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I just saw them. Talking. Laughing. Being weirdly close."

Hunter tilts his head. "Okay… and?"

"They looked flirty."

"Bro." Hunter lowers his phone. "You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," Seeun snaps, too fast.

Hunter stares.

"You've been acting weird since Y/N visited the company and now you're interrogating me about their love life."

"I'm not interrogating," Seeun grumbles.

Hunter raises both hands. "Okay then. Chill."

Seeun leans back in the chair with a frustrated sigh.

"I just don't like how… touchy Keeho was. He was flicking their arm. That's weird, right?"

"Seeun."

"WHAT?"

Hunter stares.

"…you literally do that to me all the time."

"That's different!!"

Hunter starts laughing. "You're unbelievable."

Seeun groans, pulling his hoodie over his head.

"…I'm not jealous," he mumbles from inside the fabric cave.

Hunter just smirks.

"You're gone. You're so gone for them."

The hallway's quieter now—most groups are packing up or heading toward press photos. You're walking toward the dressing room with a towel around your shoulders, mic pack clipped to your waistband and a water bottle in hand.

Then you see him.

Seeun.

Still in his stage outfit—black leather with silver chain details and a snug harness hugging his waist. His blond hair is damp from sweat, falling over his eyes. He's coming from the opposite end of the hallway, looking straight ahead.

Until he sees you.

He stops.

So do you.

You hesitate—then offer a polite nod, already stepping to the side to pass him.

But unexpectedly, he speaks first.

"You were really enjoying yourself back there."

You blink. "Sorry?"

"With Keeho sunbaenim."

You freeze for a second, turning to face him. "Excuse me?"

"You looked… comfortable. Flirty, even." His tone is sharp, his arms crossed. "Didn't think you were that type."

You stare, mouth slightly parted.

"…What type?"

"The type who clings to someone like that."

You blink slowly. "Wow."

Seeun scoffs under his breath, but doesn't move.

"What's your problem with me?" you finally ask, quiet but steady.

He flinches.

"You've been weird ever since I met you. Pretending not to know me, avoiding eye contact, acting like I run over your dog with my car—and now you're throwing weird accusations like I'm out here trying to seduce the industry?”

He shifts uncomfortably, jaw tight.

"You don't even know me, Seeun," you add, shaking your head. "We're not even friends."

That stings him.

You can see it. The flicker of something behind his eyes. But instead of softening, he steps closer.

"Exactly," he mutters. "We're not friends. So why does it bother me?"

"…Bother you?"

"Forget it," he growls, brushing past you.

You turn on your heel. "No. You don't get to start a fight and walk away like that."

He stops.

You continue, your voice firmer now. "I came to support Hunter. I was polite to you. I didn't ask for whatever this attitude is."

Silence. He doesn't turn around.

"I've been nothing but respectful," you add, voice quiet again. "So seriously… what did I even do?"

His fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. You see the tension in his shoulders. But he says nothing. Just keeps standing there, back to you, breathing heavy in his stage outfit like he’s about to combust.

And then—

He walks away.

And you stand there—heart beating too loud in your ears, hands curled into loose fists, blinking in disbelief.

What the hell was that?

You hesitate for a second.

Then your feet move before your brain does.

"Seeun!" you call.

He doesn't stop.

"Seeun, what is wrong with you!?"

Still no reaction. Just the back of his leather stage outfit getting farther, hair bouncing slightly with each angry step.

You break into a jog. "Ya! I'm not done talking—!"

And then—

CRASH.

You slam into his back a little harder than you meant to, probably because your balance was off, probably because you were too worked up. But you barely get the chance to process it because the next thing you know—

THUD.

You both go down.

Your shoulder bumps the wall. His weight knocks into you. One leg tangled between yours. Your palm flat on the floor, his hand nearly slipping until he catches himself—right above your head.

You're nose to nose.

Breath to breath.

Eyes wide.

His lips are parted slightly, like he's about to speak, but his brain short-circuited. You're too shocked to move.

"Are you okay?" he asks finally, voice low.

You blink.

"I'm fine. Just a little… concussed by your attitude."

He groans and looks away, but doesn't move off you. His arms are trembling slightly from holding himself up. His chain accessory dangles inches from your face.

"You're such an idiot," you mutter.

He snaps his eyes back to yours. "I'm an idiot? You're the one chasing after someone who clearly—"

He stops.

You squint. "Who clearly what?"

He grits his teeth.

"Clearly doesn't know how to handle this," he mutters.

You pause. "Handle what?"

You watch him swallow. His jaw tenses.

"This—" he gestures vaguely, still hovering over you. "You. Talking to me. Smiling at everyone else. Making me—feel things."

Your chest tightens. "So you do know me."

"I know of you," he admits. "I've seen your stages. Every one. You're good. Too good. And I hated that."

You blink. "Hated?"

"Because the second I saw you in person, I realized…" He hesitates. "It's not just the stage persona. It's you."

He lowers his voice.

"You're kind. Confident. Charming. Funny. You're close with Hunter. You're close with everyone. And I—"

His voice cracks slightly.

"—I didn't know how to be close to you. So I did the opposite."

Your heartbeat skips.

"You've been rude to me since day one," you say, not coldly. Just… honestly.

"I know," he whispers. "I didn't know how else to protect myself."

You stare up at him, lips parted slightly. The tension in your chest starts to dissolve. But the air between you is still thick—like something fragile just cracked and spilled open.

"Then tell me," you whisper. "If you don't hate me… what do you feel?"

He looks like he's about to combust. One hand comes up, shaking slightly, as if he wants to touch your face. But he stops himself.

"I don't hate you," he murmurs. "I think I like you. Too much. And it scares the hell out of me."

You breathe in slowly.

And before either of you can think twice—

He lets his hand fall against your cheek, gentle, like it’s the only thing keeping him from losing it completely.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I'm really, really sorry for being a dick."

Your fingers curl around the front of his shirt.

"I told you, you were an idiot."

His mouth twitches. "You're not wrong."

You both burst into quiet laughter.

Still tangled. Still on the ground.

Still not quite sure what this is… but suddenly? It doesn’t feel so confusing anymore.

You're still catching your breath, tangled up on the hallway floor, Seeun's hand gently resting against your cheek like the world just cracked open and let in some kind of clarity. You don’t even realize how close your faces are. How intimate this entire moment is. Until—

"BROOOOOO WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE—"

You both snap your heads up just in time to see all nine xikers members piling around the corner, jaws dropping in unison.

Hunter's face is priceless. "Is this why you ran off looking like you saw a ghost?!"

Yechan’s already halfway doubled over. "I KNEW IT. I KNEW ITTTT."

Jinsik points dramatically at Seeun. "You know what? Just confess properly, man! Seriously."

"Yeah!" Yujun joins in, grinning. "Don't half-ass it!"

And then—like absolute feral high schoolers—the whole group starts chanting:

"CONFESS! CONFESS! CONFESS!"

"CONFESS! CONFESS! CONFESS!"

Seeun looks like he wants to melt through the floor. He groans, dropping his head against your shoulder for a second like he's bracing for death.

Then he sits up, face red as a tomato.

"FINE."

He inhales—

"ILIKELIKEREALLYLIKEYOUANDIWASSODUMBABOUTITBUTINEVERMEANTTOBEAMESSANDYOUREJUSTREALLYCOOLANDFUNNYANDI'MSTUPIDLYINTOYOUANDTHISISWEIRDANDSCARYBUTALSOYOUMAKEMECRAZYSO—YEAH."

The hallway is dead silent for half a second.

You blink at him.

Then you burst out laughing.

Seeun looks at you like a kicked puppy. "What??"

You wipe a tear from your eye. "I… I didn't catch half of that."

He groans again. "I hate this group."

But you smile, eyes softening. "Well… you know, I've just met you, but seeing how dedicated all of you are—and you being brave enough to confess in the middle of a literal hallway chant—I might as well give you a chance, right?"

Seeun blinks. "Wait… seriously?"

You nod.

"Really? Even after I was a dick to you?"

You shrug. "I mean… it was intentional, right? I can respect the commitment." You grin.

He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Wow. Okay. Uh… do you wanna maybe go on a date? When I'm free?"

The hallway explodes.

"WOOOOOO!!"

"Y/N SAID YESSSS!!"

Minjae claps his hands like a mom at a wedding. "Okay, okay—BUT. Make sure to keep it lowkey, alright? We're rookies. No scandal, please."

"Yeah, keep it lowkey," Hyunwoo adds. "I'm not trying to get blacklisted before I turn twenty."

Seeun grins, grabbing your hand as you pull yourself up. "I promise I won't mess it up."

You glance at him, still holding your hand, ears burning, but smiling wide.

"You better not."

[captainpriceslilwife]

I just wanna say, I'll read anything with any type of insecurity because it's one of those things that at it's very core, the emotions are the same. And you always keep things real, I mean things don't just magically improve quickly which is usually what I see a lot in stories and it's not that I don't like reading them, it's just not as satisfying. I can't speak for anyone but personally, the self disappointment runs too deep and kind words have no effect on me. I read up all insecure reader fics and depressed reader fics. And to be honest, it kind of makes me realise that we might be sad about different things but sadness as an emotion is consistent and it sucks no matter what. I mean if we succumb to the idea of "No this insecurity gets priority because it's more popular or palatable" then what good does that do? I So, I would hope no one here would actually care about being represented properly as long as they're emotions are represented. If that even made sense. I would read anything you write because just the fact you care so much about getting things right, I doubt anyone would want you to write in any other way.

Long story short, you care about the story and it comes across in your writing so we care about it too.

anon!!! you've put it in words so beautifully!!! i've always been drawn to fics where the reader was insecure/depressed even when i didn't fully relate to the problems they had, bc the work still scratched that itch inside of me for like....the specific emotion of not being enough. or some feeling adjacent to that.

i can also relate very well to the resistant insecurity - not being able to take in any kind words even when someone gives them to you, no matter how badly you may want to. i feel like it shines through a bit in some of my works bc i feel that way myself, and im glad to see that you appreciate it anon (not glad you feel that way to begin with, obviously, but you get my drift)!

it always just felt a little bit unrealistic for me to write something like: "i'm insecure abt my looks" "ur pretty" "oh ok :) yay <3" bc my insecurities run deep! this is going to take some time and repeated exposure to love to even begin to unpack!! and i think there's something more comforting abt imagining a character loving you through it all, not giving up on you just bc you're insecure and 'can't seem to get better'. they'll love you enough for the both of you, if that makes sense

anon you've wrote this so perfectly and wonderfully and your last sentence really does mean a lot to me. i will be thinking about this in every waking hour for a while. your mind is so beautiful and the way you lay out your thoughts shows how wonderful and intelligent you are, so even if you are insecure about your looks, i hope you can find the beauty in yourself through that :)

[violetsareblue-selfships]

The Memorial

F/O: Caitlyn (platonic Vi) | Word Count: 1392 | Masterlist for this ship // last fic for s2 e1 :3 also an attempt to write a fight scene (i'm pretty proud of how it came out too ^^) anyways~ i hope you enjoy it!! :D

April knows something's up when she hears a faint commotion behind her, distracting her from the words Mel's saying up on the stage. She glances behind her at the same time Caitlyn does, her eyes widening when she sees Vi trying to push her way past the Enforcers.

Vi wouldn't interrupt a memorial like this for no reason. She's clearly noticed something. Something that even the Enforcers aren't privy to.

She shares a look with Caitlyn and squeezes her hand.

It all happens so quickly after that. By the time she registers what's going on, Mel's been knocked to the floor and another woman pulls out a weapon in the crowd. The sound of a shot and glass shattering sends the crowd into chaos, everyone tripping over each other to flee.

April should run too. She knows she should. She's not much of a fighter. She doesn't even have a proper weapon.

Yet the idea of running, of leaving Caitlyn and Vi along with the other Enforcers to deal with this themselves makes her feel sick.

Caitlyn's already taken the rifle off another Enforcer, and April scans the ground, barely managing to not get trampled as she reaches for a pistol someone abandoned. Instinct alone guides her to check if it's loaded properly, and it's at that moment that everything gets worse.

Creatures unlike anything she's ever seen come crashing in through the glass ceiling. They're big, and yet incredibly fast.

April's heart sinks. The pistol she has won't do anything against them. Caitlyn has a better chance of hitting the few weak points with her rifle. She's an amazing shot, after all.

Still, there's no use just standing around.

Her heart pounds in her ears as she runs, dodging any attacks that come her way. She can't believe she ever complained about training with Caitlyn when they were kids, though she never thought she'd have to put any of that to use.

She crouches near the stage, where Jayce is still facing off against that first lady. She's just in time to watch him strike back, disappearing behind the curtain while the woman's recovering.

April presses herself up against the stage, occasionally peeking over to watch what's going on.

As soon as the woman recovers, she, too, heads behind the curtain. April scrambles up onto the stage, ducking behind the podium, her pistol clasped in shaky hands.

She waits, even as she hears a commotion behind the curtain. If she rushes in without thinking, she'll be done for. The woman has a chainsaw for crying out loud.

Her hands steady as soon as she sees Jayce crawling back out onto the stage, the sight of blood staining the shoulder and back of his clothes filling April with resolve. He rolls onto his back as the woman comes to stand above him.

April doesn't think anymore. She shoots, the bullet lodging in the woman's shoulder, cutting off whatever words she was saying.

She then shrinks back as angry eyes shoot upward. A second later, the woman's blasted off of Jayce, the brilliant blue magic of Hextech filling her with relief. The sight of Vi standing there with one of Jayce's inventions does that even more so.

April turns back around, deciding to empty her pistol into the creature nearest to her. It'll be one less monster for the rest of them to face. She aims for the glass like Caitlyn's been doing, whether that's the glass protecting the creature's face or the ones seeming to hold Shimmer inside.

The monster stops after the first couple of hits and looks around, giving her an easier target for a few heartbeats. Then it zooms in her direction, and she barely has time to cross her arms in front of her face, wincing as its blade cuts into her forearm.

The pain distracts her, her ears ringing in her ear. Or maybe that's the result of Vi and Jayce shooting off another attack with the Hextech hammer? Still, she keeps shooting at the monster before a spear flies in and takes care of it for her.

And just as quickly as the attack started, it ends. She grips her forearm as blood seeps through her fingers, her eyes scanning the people in front of her.

As soon as she registers that Caitlyn's okay, she slumps back against the podium, looking in the direction the spears came from. She doesn't recognize any of them, even as she watches someone in armor kill the woman she and Jayce had been having trouble fighting.

It seems a new player has entered this conflict.

---

As things settle, April's ushered to a medical tent to have her arm tended to while Jayce is taken to get more professional treatment for his wounds. She barely registers the pain as her cut is stitched closed and bandaged.

The second the bandage is secured in place warm arms wrap around her and a familiar scent envelops her. Her good arm wraps around Caitlyn and holds her close, a sense of relief and safety washing over her.

She watches as Caitlyn is given a brief check-up, relieved when it seems she wasn't injured at all.  As her check-up is wrapping up, footsteps approach, and April relaxes more when Vi also appears uninjured. It makes sense to her that out of the three of them, the one who's the least skilled fighter would wind up hurt.

The other two Enforcers leave the three of them alone.

"Thought for sure you were gonna get yourself killed," Vi murmurs, her eyes darkening as her eyes land on April's bandage.

The brief sound of a child crying cuts through the silence, and Caitlyn's face hardens. "A memorial. What kind of animals?" She almost growls that last word, and April sets her good hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. A silent reminder not to lose herself in her anger.

"They wanted the spectacle, alright? They're trying to scare you," Vi says.

"All they did is piss me off."

April winces. She's never seen Caitlyn this angry before. While she understands it… she doesn't want her best friend to lose herself.

"You… you need to find a way to call off the invasion."

"What?"

"This battle was on your soil. Down there, you'll be on their terms." Vi has a point. If they struggled to take on those creatures with just Enforcers up here, it'll be ten times harder to do it in unfamiliar territory. If the Noxians hadn't helped…

"None of this is on our terms."

"Maybe you should change that."

"I don't know how, okay? She dies and leaves this giant hole, and I'm supposed to just fill it." The pain in her voice makes April wrap her arm firmly around her. "Like she was never there to begin with."

"Hey," Vi says softly, gently cupping her face and brushing away her tears. "You won't. The hole gets smaller, but you never fill it…"

April looks between the two of them, her heart aching. Vi sounds like she's speaking from experience. Caitlyn leans into Vi's touch for a moment before withdrawing as she often does. She even shifts a little so April's arm is no longer pressed against her back.

That elicits another soft, sad look from her. She's used to how Caitlyn won't accept comfort, how she wants to seem strong. It's taken them this long for her to lean on April as much as she does, and even then…

"I was wrong to spring the badge on you." Caitlyn shifts again. "It's just… every way I slice it, if I go after your sister alone, one of us comes back in a box. It's all coming apart."

April puts her arm back around her and this time she leans on it, leans against her as if she's making room for Vi to sit down on her other side.

"No, it isn't. We won't let it," Vi murmurs, taking her spot on Caitlyn's right side.

April shares a silent look with her over Caitlyn's shoulder. Take care of her for me. It's unspoken, but Vi nods regardless.

It's going to drive her crazy to be apart from them for something as big as this… Despite her hope that everything's going to go well, she has a sinking feeling it won't.

That everything's about to change.

[johnslittlespoon]

i was so excited to listen to glass animal's new song 'creatures in heaven' today and instead my heart has been ripped out because it's so awfully painfully fitting for our mota boys (i'm currently making an angsty heartache–y edit to it lol whoops) BUCKLE UP because i need to yell (and keep scrolling if lyric analysis/song fics aren't your thing <3)

also tumblr keeps screwing with the formatting ignore that pls lol

What do you think about when you think about love? I'm dumbstruck when you're tender, but It's three in the morning, be in the moment It tears through my head, does it haunt you too?

i mean, the imagery. pillow talk, sneaking off base before dawn, vulnerability and raw honesty laying side by side in a field, looking up at the stars and wondering which ones are the people they've lost looking down at them, every peaceful, happy moment laced with the knowledge that so many friends will never get to have another one.

You held me like my mother made me just for you You held me so close that I broke in two

fuck my life. dave bayley count your days. these lines are just so viscerally painful and stunning? john feeling like every core of his being was made to fit gale, like puzzle pieces slotting together, the gaps in his life filled the moment gale enters his orbit. both of them never having experienced being treated so gently and with so much reverence, feeling taken apart and put back together in each other's arms.

You pass through my head, does it haunt you too? Never really said that I loved you, too

heavy on the angst here because this reads like post–war john pov, filled with regrets but plastering on a smile as he watches gale marry someone who isn't him, aching to tell him how he feels but knowing it will only make a mess of things. and more than anything, he wants gale to be happy, and if that means staying quiet and loving him at arm's length, he can do that. but late at night he can't help but wonder if gale ever thinks about what could've been, if all the moments they shared haunt him too.

Lucky, lucky you, 'cause I'm fortune's fool Such small words but they hit so huge

this reminded me of gale's father and his gambling and how despite everything he falls in love with john, a gambling man. such small words (don't count on it) but they mean everything :(

I don't think I realize Just how much I miss you sometimes We were young and so in love

this hurts on SO MANY LEVELS. i immediately read this as curtbucky– john never gets time to grieve, everyone just has to keep trucking on. but sometimes late at night it hits him so hard he feels like he's drowning, realizing how empty of a space curt's left, how much he truly loved him, the first person to make him feel that way.

but also can be read as buckbucky, both of them properly feeling the emptiness of not being by each other's sides for the first time before they reunite at the stalag, maybe both having a feelings–realization moment when they're hit with how wrong everything feels when they're apart.

or, post–war, john aching for gale and wishing on everything that he can just fall out of love. he knew that it would be hard, going back home and going their separate ways, even with the promise to stay in contact, but it's so much harder than he ever could have imagined.

Three in the morning, safe inside Bury me here in your laundry pile

ouch ouch ouch. a few images: john seeking out one of gale's worn shirts after his plane goes down, falling asleep with it pressed to his chest in his bed. or john stealing one of gale's shirts before they all go back home post–war, shoving it to the bottom of his suitcase, sleeping with it every night despite the way his stomach turns, feeling hollowed out as the smell of him slowly fades away. or, john staying at gale and marge's house for the wedding, having a breakdown the night after, finding himself on the floor of their laundry room at three am, curling up in a pile of dirty laundry just to feel close to gale one last time before he goes home in the morning.

I don't see the point in a subtle romance Ten tonne heartache sitting on your back

john is so all or nothing with love; when he's in, he's in, barrelling full speed ahead, giving it all up for his person. maybe the secrecy when they first start seeing each other is okay at first, little midnight rendezvous, but he craves more, he wants a future with gale so badly, he wants a house and a wedding and kids and a dog and sitting side by side on a porch at eighty years old. but he knows that gale is giving him all that he can right now, and it's better than nothing, so even though he wants so much more, he'll settle.

Scared of the crack where the light comes through I'm only really me when I'm here with you

ughhh both of them being so scared to be really seen by someone that it's terrifying how quickly they grow close. that nauseating feeling you get right after opening up to someone for the first time, the feeling of holding your breath waiting for rejection– but it never comes. they accept each other with open arms and patience and unconditional love and they show each other what it's like to be able to be so fully unapologetically real with someone for the first time. a shell of themselves when they aren't together, like they're missing one half, and it's so obvious that everyone around can see it. they share the same name for a reason.

And it gets into your head like a cosmic zoom Coat on the door like an old space suit So long cowboy, you're so cool Cash in hand with a memory of you

okay, ngl this just made me think of john ditching his coat that gale hates– even in the heat of going up on a mission, it's still in his head, enough to go through the motion of swapping it out. so long cowboy just sounds like something sweet he and curt would've said to each other honestly; thinking about john saying it again when he looks up at the stars the night he finds out curt didn't make it.

cash in hand with a memory of you? come onnn it's literally the lucky deuce. may as well have just slapped that bit of the song behind the scene of gale going through his belongings when he makes it back to base, picking up the cash and thinking about his man. </3

–anyway! apologies for the word–vomit, sometimes i just get a song wedged into the front of my skull and i am paralyzed from doing anything else until i get my thoughts out about it. and it's truly such a gorgeous song, 10/10 recommend if you feel like crying, been listening to these guys for a decade now and they never disappoint.

literally gonna agonize over making an edit for this for hours to get the vision just right and would not be surprised if i end up writing a oneshot inspired by it lol i adore every song they've put out but this one just gripped me so strongly the moment i pulled up the lyrics with how perfectly it slotted into the mota–verse. <33

[wrestlezaynia]

Hmmmm

How about

“I won’t hurt you.”

A/N: They're younger here, so use your imagination. Must be 18+.

Sami has been acting strange lately, more distant than usual. They've always been so close, but if feels like he's pushing Kevin away. Concerned for his best friend's well-being, he decides to question Sami on his unusual behavior. Sami is reluctant at first, but Kevin's persistence eventually pays off. "I think I'm falling for you." He confesses softly, averting Kevin's gaze, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

An uncomfortable silence fills the room, so silent you can hear a pin drop. Kevin stares blankly, trying to process what he just heard.

After what feels like an eternity, Sami breaks the silence. "The only way for me to know for sure is if..." he pauses, swallowing hard as he builds up the courage to look at Kevin. "You kiss me."

Kevin awakens from his dazed state, his heart pounding. Their eyes meet and he feels as though he's going to faint. Kiss Sami? "Try not to get too sappy after I give you the most breathtaking kiss of your life." Kevin quips with a smug grin, secretly shaking on the inside.

"I can't promise anything." Sami whispers, his gaze remaining locked on Kevin as he leans in close, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Shivers running up and down his spine as soon as they make contact.

Kevin's breath hitches at the proximity, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Butterflies emerge in his stomach the instant their lips connect. This isn't a simple spark, but something much deeper. Something Kevin couldn't put into words, but it's consuming him, overwhelming him to the point of bursting into tears.

With great reluctance, Sami is forced to break the kiss. The shivering sensation he experienced earlier remains as his gaze rests on Kevin. He notices the tears glistening in Kevin's eyes and his heart skips a beat. He always viewed Kevin as a dominant force, hellbent on violence and destruction, but after showing him his softer, more gentle side Sami was beginning to see him in a whole different light.

Kevin is strong, but Sami makes him weak. The way his warm honey eyes shimmer in the moonlight, how his face lights up when he smiles. He hated to admit it, but he's in l-the loud boom of thunder pierces the silence, startling Kevin and shaking him from his reverie.

"Looks like you're staying here tonight." Sami pipes up, sounding even more excited than usual. He must've taken notice, because Kevin could see a small blush forming on his cheeks. "I'll make some coffee." He mumbles sheepishly, excusing himself from the room.

Reminiscent of earlier, the pair sit in awkward silence as the rain continues its relentless fall. Kevin sneaks a quick glance at Sami who is staring into his coffee mug, deep in thought. Their hands mere inches apart on the couch. "How long have you known?" He inquires.

"Do you remember when we first met and I tripped on my boots because I didn't tie them properly?" Sami asks, reminiscing on that fateful day. "A couple of guys teased me, said I'll never make it in this business. Then you came along and helped me to my feet." He turns to Kevin, a warm smile tugging at his lips. "You told the bullies: "This kid is going to be a big star someday, just you watch!"" He recalls fondly before rambling on. "You stayed by my side and looked after me until the medic arrived, turns out it was just a sprained ankle."

Kevin can't believe Sami remembers that. It occurred so long ago, yet here he is reciting it as if it happened yesterday. "You were kind of a nerd back then." He teases, a playful grin adorning his features. "But you were so passionate, I knew you were going to do great things."

"I'm still passionate." Sami counters, scooting closer on the couch, his eyes fixed firmly on Kevin. "Just not about wrestling." He adds softly.

Kevin's heartbeat starts to quicken as Sami draws near. His mind drifting to minutes prior, the taste of him still lingers. Sami's hot breath emerges in wisps as he gently brushes his lips against Kevin's.

It didn't take long for the kiss to become more heated as Sami slips his tongue inside, slowly and sensually massaging against Kevin's, eagerly exploring his mouth.

A moan of pleasure erupts from Kevin's throat at the feeling of Sami's spry tongue swirling around in his mouth. Deepening the kiss further, he reaches up to cradle Sami's face between his hands. With their lips still attached, he carefully lowers Sami down so he's laying on his back with Kevin on top as he roams over every inch of Sami's body. He descends lower until he reaches Sami's nether region, refraining from going any further, not wanting to make Sami feel uncomfortable knowing his experience in that area is limited, although it's obvious he's enjoying their steamy make out session.

"It's okay, I want you to." Sami murmurs breathlessly, guiding Kevin's hand over the bulge protruding from his pants. Desire building as he looks at Kevin through lust filled eyes. "I want you to be my first, Kev."

If it wasn't for the heavy rainfall, Kevin's heartbeat would be flooding the room. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so aroused as he strokes Sami's erection through his trousers, watching the redhead's face contort with pleasure. Such a breathtaking sight. "I won't hurt you." Kevin softly replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

Debating on writing a steamy part 2, LMN if you'd be interested! 😏

Tagging: @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict, @kayfabebabe, @racerchix21, @stardust181, @eleanor24, @coloursflyaway, @riveliciousx, @kittykatcody, @kevinsteen, @pikapuff-316, @kristalynn94, @unintentionaloracle, @existwithpride, @wrestlingdespairings and @anothersabah.

[words-without-rules]

Incoming rant:

I swear, it feels like anytime I try expressing my gender or sexual identity, it always becomes a whole fucking thing. No matter how hard I try to explain it, it's like they just don't really get it. And, honestly, most of the time, neither do I. I don't feel like a girl or a boy and frankly it bugs me more than I'd like when people refer to me as either. Moreso as a girl because that is what I was assigned at birth as and what I look like, I guess. But I've always felt like I act a lot more like a boy. Ever since I was little, I even refered to myself as a tomboy so I suppose that was the start of it. But I also have a few feminine traits and insterests, I suppose? Which honestly I don't think those things should matter because gender rules are fucking bullshit and don't mean anything!! Which is why recently I started identifying as agender, but I've still been accepting she/her and he/him pronouns, because, I don't know, those just don't really trigger the same response as being called a girl or a boy does in me. But I feel like that's making it more confusing for everyone around me, because they're not sure how to refer to me and can sometimes end up calling me a girl or a boy by mistake. Or some people are just assholes and insist on calling me a girl because of my fucking sex. And what's even sadder is a few of them have been members of the queer community themselves which makes no fucking sense to me! So now I'm considering switching to just they/them pronouns but that's probably just going to make it even harder for people. So maybe it doesn't even make a fucking difference, I don't know. I just really don't give a damn about gender when it comes to identity or romantic or sexual preference. It makes no difference to me. The person on the inside is all that matters to me. Of course, I respect all others identities and pronouns still, this is all just my personal preference. But, I don't know, I've been struggling for years to find the words to properly identify myself. Hell, I remember the day I discovered pansexual was a thing and I was blown away, because I had never felt so.. I don't know, seen? That may not be the right word. And I only just looked up the definitions for all of the non binary terms and learned those for the first time to confirm agender was really the closest term to how I feel. And it is. So now I'm just stuck on the whole pronoun problem. I know people are going to mess it up no matter what I decide, so is there really a point? I honestly just want it to not matter. I want people to call me whatever and just not really care, but I do and I hate it. I'm stuck on this fence of if gender doesn't matter, does it matter how people see my gender or not? Because if they see me as a certain gender, they might make certain assumptions about me as a person based off of that and I can't describe how much I fucking hate it when people do that. I am not my gender! I am who I choose to be and I don't consider gender as any part of that. It's seperate entirely, in my eyes. But I know most people aren't going to see it that way. They'll just skip right ahead into putting me in a box. I hate it. I hate it so much. I've been trying so hard to just ignore it and not let it bother me, but it's getting harder and harder and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing it...

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 31 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Chapter: 31 - Nice? Warm? Pleasant?

"Enough," Percy suddenly exclaimed, standing to his feet and looking around the living room at all of us with that look we all knew not to mess with.

Percy was a tall, muscle thick, intimidating man.

At least he was until he smiled.

When he smiled his eyes sparkled with good humor and a zest for life that had sucked Archer in from the first moment they had met.

Percy wasn't smiling now.

"You," he said pointing at Archer then turning and pointing at Noah.

"You," then he turned again to the other two.

"And you and you. Just enough already. I swear to the heavens you four kill me. You know how to behave properly and you know this isn't it but for some reason when it comes to Jackson you four simply lose all sanity."

No one said anything for a second.

I watched as four grown men hung their heads in shame as Percy chastised them with nothing but the truth.

My friends were wonderful.

The best but they took overprotectiveness to new heights.

Today was no exception.

I felt Pierce stir beside me and turned to look up at him as he started to speak but suddenly Percy whipped his attention towards Pierce and he shut his mouth with a snap.

I didn't blame him.

"And you," Percy scolded, now pointing that scary finger at Pierce.

"You brought it on yourself. Never in my life," Percy started fanning himself in agitation as he searched for what to say with regards to Pierce and his actions that night.

"Words simply fail me for your behavior" he said gesturing towards the guys who now sat quite docilely on the couch, enjoying Pierce being the center of Percy's ire instead of them.

"Yes, they're insane but at least they have a good reason, Jackson but I can't for the life of me think of one good reason for your behavior."

I barley moved, only enough to glance up at Pierce from the corner of my eyes.

His expression was blank.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling.

I could relate a little.

I felt a little numb inside myself.

Pierce finally broke the silence.

"Even if I thought I had a good enough reason before, I know now I was wrong. There isn't a reason good enough that I can give to you that would justify my upsetting Jackson to the extent I did. If I could take it back I would but I can't. I can only apologize to him and to all of you."

Percy stood watching him as he talked and nodding his head in agreement with every word.

He stared hard at Pierce, looking past the words to the sincerity behind them and I could tell after a few moments he was satisfied with what he saw.

Clapping his hands together to bring everyone's attention back to him Percy started talking again and I had to suppress a giggle as he started.

"Okay. To summarize. Pierce acted like a dick. He admitted that he acted like a dick and he apologized for acting like a dick. Correct?" he asked, glancing to each man sitting still quietly on the couches.

With sullen looks on three of the faces they reluctantly nodded.

Archer was odd man out.

He now seemed satisfied and was simply enjoying the show Percy was putting on.

"Okay good and Pierce," he continued, turning back to the man who stood stiffly beside me.

"You're not going to act like a dick again, right?"

Pierce let a pause of silence pass by that had frowns returning back to the faces of my friends.

I frowned slightly, too and looked up at him.

He winked down at me and gave me that mischievous grin that did not bode well and I squeezed his hand in silent warning.

He ignored me and looked back at Percy.

"I can assure you I won't be a dick again," he said with a long pause and then tipped his head towards me.

"To Jackson," the emphasis on my name and my name alone didn't go unnoticed.

I should have known not to expect him to take things too passively.

He just wasn't the type.

I rolled my eyes at him and tried to regain ownership of my hand but Pierce wasn't having it, keeping hold of it tightly within his own.

I glanced hurriedly at my friends and saw what I expected.

Noah, Mick and Branson looked ticked but to my surprise, Archer and Percy were smiling satisfied smiles.

"That's all that's important," Archer said, speaking for the first time since Pierce and I entered the room.

The other three grumbled something but I couldn't make out what.

At least they weren't being as confrontational as before so I would take it as a win.

Percy had once again managed to handle these guys with an aplomb I found jaw dropping.

He was the only person that I had ever met that could.

Archer wasn't the only lucky guy in the room for having had Percy come into his life.

"Thank you," I mouthed to Percy now and he winked and gave me one of his sassy grins back in response.

I could literally hear him in my mind saying 'No problem, big boy' but he, like me, stayed silent so as not to disturb the tenuous peace that had been established.

"With that I will take my leave," Pierce announced to the room at large, drawing all eyes in his direction, mine especially.

"You guys obviously had this planned out and I don't want to interrupt."

"Maybe you should call first next time instead of just showing up unannounced," Branson drawled out sarcastically.

I saw Pierce's jaw tick once but his expression remained pleasant.

"Good point," he acknowledged before adding with the subtlest of his own sarcasm.

"My main thought was to get Jackson his wallet back to him as soon as I could, though as I didn't want him driving without his license."

I knew five sets of eyes landed on me like a bomb but I refused to look at any of them and instead kept my eyes glued to Pierce.

If I had any doubt about what we would be talking about after Pierce left, I no longer needed to worry.

They were going to want to know about that damn wallet and why Pierce could even be in the position to have it.

Retreat seemed the best play for me at the moment.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Too Old For This - Chapter 3 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Leroy wasn't sure why he had agreed to go into the man's house.

He barely even remembered his name.

He was sure it was Zachary or something to that extent.

The man looked just as shocked, himself.

Those deep hazel eyes opened wide as a small.

"Oh, okay, then," left the man's lips.

"The house is a bit of a mess, so don't mind that," he said, turning his chair before opening the door.

Leroy realized that it was open for him and hurried up the porch stairs before walking past the man who rolled his wheel-chair right behind him.

The first thing he noticed was how 'hollow' the place seemed... empty and only littered with the bare necessities.

There wasn't a dining table in the living room, only two bar stools by the kitchen island.

The living room had one sofa and a television that was fixed on the wall.

Leroy wasn't sure what he'd expected the inside of the bungalow to look like but certainly, it was not like this.

The state of the lawn has given him the impression that the man would be messy or a hoarder of some sort.

Well, he guessed one couldn't move a wheelchair around properly if the place was cluttered to hell and back.

"They are in the basement," Zachary said, making Leroy look over at him.

He raised a brow in confusion as he saw the man stand up and push his wheelchair to the side.

'I thought you were disabled,' the words lingered on Leroy's tongue but he kept that to himself.

It seemed the man noticed that he was staring intently at him because he fidgeted and held on to the edge of the kitchen island.

"I can walk. I just have a lot of pain with it," the man said, giving Leroy an awkward smile.

"Arthritis?"

"No, fibromyalgia."

Well, that was one of his diagnoses but Zachary almost felt ashamed to start listing off a series of illnesses that bounced off each other to put him in the amount of pain he was in because when he started, he often saw the doubt build up in people's eyes and when that happened, he felt pressure to over share and over-explain.

He didn't want to do that today or any day for that matter.

"Ah, I see," Leroy said, feeling slightly uncomfortable that he'd stared so much to prompt the explanation.

"You can follow me, it's down the hallway," the man said, walking past Leroy.

The younger man spotted a limp in the man's walk and he felt bad for being suspicious again.

Regardless, he couldn't help feeling like he had maybe walked into a trap.

If Zachary was a serial killer pulling at his empathy strings... Leroy wasn't saying he was but if he was this would be the perfect setup.

He could see it now, with true crime hosting his story... a man killed in a basement on the promise of cat cuddles.

He smiled a little at his own invention and followed the man... Zachary?

He should probably ask before it got awkward or ask his name again.

When they got to the stairs Zachary walked down and Leroy followed and at the end of the stairs.

Zachary turned on the light and there they were, three cats lodged between different locations.

One at the fat end under a mattress, one on top of a cupboard and another hiding under a washing machine.

Zachary made a noise with his tongue and the cats scrambled to their feet, leaving their hiding stops to walk toward the two men.

All three of the cats rubbed against Zachary's legs before staring up inquisitively at Leroy.

Leroy bent down into a squat, reaching out his hand to brush the fur of a cute white one with a black patch on its back.

"You don't have to worry about them. They have all their shots and they're spayed," Zachary said, taking a stop on the stairway.

"I've tried to do the same for the other cats that haven't come in yet but I might be missing one or two."

Zachary nodded as he hummed.

"Yeah, it makes it safer for everyone since we can't adopt all of them and honestly, not all cats want to be indoors. I usually have my sister take them. I can't drive so it's a hassle to hop in an Uber and take them myself."

Leroy wondered about the driver's license thing a bit too long.

If the man could walk, he could probably drive, right?

Or maybe it was too painful or not safe for some other reason?

Or maybe he didn't just like it.

For all that he knew, he could be like himself, who had had one accident and decided never to get behind a steering wheel again.

So instead, Leroy just muttered 'I see' before picking up a cat and sitting on a stair just below Zachary.

"I'm sorry but what's your name again?" Leroy said, feeling he should get it out of the way.

"Zachary?"

The man smiled, nodding his head.

"Yeah, that's it and yours is Leroy, right?"

Leroy nodded.

"I'm sorry. I'm just super bad with names, so I thought I should make sure."

"It's okay."

"I took today off so I thought I should stop by," the younger man mumbled and Zachary squinted into the distance before he remembered it was a Friday.

The days bleed into each for the most part and there wasn't use in keeping track since he didn't work or go to school.

Every day was just another day of sitting in bed and staring into space.

[the-thieves-gambit]

"I did, didn't I?" She laughed at herself shaking her head. Nibbling at the corners of her poptart, she spoke up. "You know, people usually don't take it as an invitation to make themselves at home but I should've seen it come from you, huh?" Looking at the one in her hand, she raised an eyebrow. "Well, Orion wanted them when he was last here and I have surplus now. It seemed like a waste to just let it all expire. I've been going through them slowly. I can make you some toast and jelly if you prefer that." Why had she even offered to make him something else? She'd chalk it up to being a proper host.

"Oh, thanks!" A wide genuine smile, her two front teeth on full display, as she took the mug of coffee, taking a sip from it. The warm caffeine would help her wake up properly. "If they're detectives and can't be bothered to remember what time zones are, then I already feel bad for you and whatever mess you will be walking into." Turning her back to him for a moment as she looked into a cabinet for the cinnamon sugar, she shook her head. "No nerves. I'm fine. Just hoping this is enough to get shit settled out of court, I'm not looking forward to having to do some long drawn out days of court. This is way I rarely take on cheating spouse cases, I don't want the hassle of having to go to divorce court later. It's always so drawn out." About to open the container to put some in her coffee, she looked over at him for a second. "Wait, you're allergic right? If I open this and put some in my coffee will it kill you? Or you're not that allergic to it and its okay?" There were the things she had noticed but still didn't fully know about him, but she did recall him specifically not wanting cinnamon on something once.

Oh, he was getting real comfortable in her place, was all she could think of when she saw him sit on her counter. Though with his hair like that, seeing him so relaxed, made that thought come back up, for some reason, her fingers wanted to run through it. To tuck it back like it had last night but she forced herself instead to remain where she stood. There was a line here that she could not, would not, cross. Not like she could if she wanted to, she wasn't drunk enough for that. "No, there usually isn't any poptarts and sometimes there is no coffee either." She was used to running on the bare minimum or empty until her body told her it couldn't take it anymore. And even then she'd only take in the bare minimum and keep going, a habit instilled by none other than her reluctant caregiver at a young age. "Usually just up and out unless someone made an appointment than I'd be downstairs." Hearing the words out loud made her cringe a little as she took another sip of her coffee. Was this really what her life was now ?

"Good actually, you?" There was something about Wally being here now that helped break that monotony up for a moment and she was thankful he had been there making himself at home. "Why does your brother in law have horses by the way? Do they run a farm or something?" Changing the topic of conversation would be a lot better than focusing on how drastically her life had changed in the last two years. From having no one know her real name to everyone, even strangers she had yet to meet know it. And here she was standing in her kitchen with someone else in it. It was starting to shift something inside of her that she didn't like, yet she felt oddly at peace right now.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking a quick glance at it, she sighed, standing up straight. "They'll be here in five minutes. I'm going to head down and get ready for them. Feel free to stay up here if you want," then she added with a grin to let him know she was just kidding. "It seems like you already made yourself quite at home anyway."

"You say that like lavender and jasmine scent is bad. I actually am pretty fond of it." For a man who had one of the most sensitive noses in the planet. This particular scent he didn't mind. Whether that was because he associated it with her or not was not something he'd reveal so quick.

That brought up a good point. "Well, no but you could have thrown it away. Of course doing that, you'd have thrown my third favorite sweater so I am thankful you didn't. You didn't have to wash them. Thank you."

It didn't take her long to join him at the kitchen it seemed. He scrolled his phone as he let the coffee cool down for him to drink. A soft chuckle escaped him as he finally glanced up from his phone to look at her. "You did tell me to make myself at home." His smile amused than anything else at his smart answer. "And a good morning to you. Getting offered the poptart he graciously took it with a soft thank you. He did take a quick glance at the item itself and had to check that it wasn't going to kill him before he smiled and broke the edges and ate it that way. Poptarts hadn't been something he had since he was probably ten. This was like taking a trip back in time. "I can't believe you have these." It wasn't said in disgust but more acknowledging that this was such a blast from the past for him.

As he took a sip of coffee he slid the one he made for her over and hummed quickly shaking his head. "Had a call from one of the detectives in LA. Apparently they don't realize we're on different timezones. We're actually three hours behind. So got up since my brain had turned back on. Not leaving for another few hours. As he said I could take my time." His eyes couldn't help but carefully take her outfit in. "You ready? Any nerves?" he asked after he gulped the addicting liquid.

Not being one who could actually sit properly on counters he hoisted himself up and set the coffee mug between his legs, letting his wet hair cover his entire face as he kept eating the poptart. Staring at it more he had to ask. "Is this really how you start your day? A single poptart as your breakfast food?" he wasn't judging it was more curiosity over her routine.

Being idle didn't feel as weird as it should have. But Liz did discombobulate him to a new level. The air didn't feel weird at least it didn't to him. He couldn't stop staring at her as he sighed. Almost like he was communicating with her. "How did you sleep?"

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “I might have had a few shots.”

For Jesper x Reader please!!

Bottom Of The Barrel, And The Bottle - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Alcohol. Drunk Jesper. Suggestive Content. Angst. Not Beta/Proof Read.

You can tell Jesper has had far too much to drink before he even opens his mouth, the lopsided grin as he leans in the doorway is a dead give away, that and you know how bad the last few days have been for him. You're almost impressed that he took it to the tavern and not to the tables, but even as the lesser of two evils, it's still evil.

Jesper has a tendency to collect bad habits and coping mechanisms like they're a rare art form, and with that in mind you have a pretty well formed idea of what he is doing at your doorstep.

"Have I told you lately that you’re completely gorgeous?" he leaves spaces between the last three words, expanding his hands in front of his chest for emphasis, and that's the last piece of evidence you need as to why he is here.

"Go home Jesper," you tell him. He frowns. You turn to look at him properly, his buttons of his shirt are undone lower than he would usually have them, which tells you how he has been fiddling with them as he drinks, and he keeps pushing the sides of his jacket back behind him, attempting to rest his hands on his hips, but forgetting what he is doing almost instantly. "You are drunk."

“I might have had a few shots.” His admission is matched with a waving dismissal as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"Jesper," you warn him, extending his name in a harsh tone.

"Come on, can't say you're not happy to see me," he says.

"I am always happy to see you," you tell him, "I just prefer it when you haven't drunk the entire barrel."

"I have had a few shots," he defends. "I still could hit any target."

"That says nothing of your sobriety," you inform him. He looks at you, sat at your desk, you've shed some of the clothing from work earlier, enough to make you look less official, less put together, but not enough that you're not presentable in that, tired, shirt half tucked into trousers, top button undone, hair slightly messy from the stress type of way. Jesper doesn't have a day where it doesn't occur to him just how good you look, but he isn't sure he remembers a time you've looked quite this good. In an attempt to tell you that, you just roll your eyes at him. "It's the alcohol," you tell him. "You see this pretty face perfectly often enough to know that."

"Your perfect face is the least beautiful thing about you," he says, and if he weren't so drunk, you might think that was quite a compliment.

"Do you need me to walk you home?" you're teasing him, but the offer has hints of sincerity.

"You want to take me home?" he asks, all flirt and no attention to the atmosphere of the room. Normally you revel in Jesper's flirting, you take comfort in it, it fills you with butterflies and makes you smile so much your cheeks hurt. But you hate this. This makes you feel on edge. He is drunk, and you know Jesper can say a lot of things he doesn't mean when he is halfway down a bottle, you've seen an argument or two he has had with Kaz this way, and they were never pretty. "In that outfit you could have anyone you want," he says, without even giving his mind a chance to vet the words.

You reach for a jacket. "Okay, enough, that's it, I am taking you back to the slat, and you're going to be someone else's problem," you say, you don't mean it exactly, but the flirting with you when he is like this is almost painful. Jesper is an endless flirt, flirting is more natural to him than breathing, but normally it's easy to take it in stride. It's something he does, with everyone. You don't take it personally, or at least you tell yourself you don't. Your own feelings for Jesper are complicated enough without having to think about them too hard.

"You like me being your problem," he counters. You do, but not in the way he is suggesting, you like that he comes to you. You like that he reaches for you because it means that he knows the reality of your care for him, which is rare to express and even rarer to believe in the barrel. What you don't like is that he is here, on your doorstep, drunk and stirring up a whole bunch of feelings you have but don't have time for. "You belong with me," your hand stills just above the handle of your door, not really able to process anything as you hear those words, "or even under me. consensually, of course," Jesper says, "or on top of me if you'd rather." The illusion shatters with that and you remember to breathe.

"Jesper," you open your door and grab his arm, "for all your smooth talk, you've never learned when to stop."

You get him almost to the door of the slat before he pushes your buttons again, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in close with a smirk. "You really want to ship me off?" he asks. You look into those eyes and you feel fit to combust, how can he not understand how unfair this is on you?

"Jesper, stop," two simple words but said with such affront that Jesper feels sobered up by the resent.

"Hey gorgeous," he says, his voice sounding more like his again, "I am sorry if I have upset you."

"You haven't," you drag in a breath, not having it in you to make the sharpshooter understand, "look just, you're drunk and you're saying things, and I... I wish you weren't."

Regret, that's the look you notice on Jesper's face, one you recognise well, and he doesn't know how to hide it, alcohol still running all his inhibitions down, he has no clue what to say to make this better, he doesn't know how to apologise or exactly what he is apologising for, but he knows he needs to. "I'm sorry," he says slowly.

You take a step away from him, leaning to knock on the door, not doubting that Inej has probably already heard you in the commotion but wanting to be sure someone is there to take Jesper inside before you leave, he watches your movements in silence. "I don't want your apologies Jes," you say, as the door opens. "I just wish you were sober."

[alexjcrowley]

I am sorry but I need to say a couple of things about Brad Bakshi, even though I haven't finished season 3 yet. I am not attacking anyone's characterization, let your headcanons and interpretations thrive, but I want to share my take because sometimes it's like I watched a different show.

I either find takes that are "Brad is a lovey-dovey tsundere" or "Brad is a fuckboy, no attachment, he doesn't do feelings". And man, I do not agree with either. It's something in the middle for me.

First of all, Brad is way more caring than some people give him credit for and I will prove it.

He may be an asshole, but he is completely self-aware of it. Poppy, Ian, even David think they're good people, even whan they do or say very questionable things, Brad knows he is being a bastard. He never hides it, never tries to put up an "holier than thou" act, never tries to make people believe he is a good guy. He doesn't try hiding that is an asshole because deliberately acts like one. He wants to be seen as an asshole. He goes out of his fucking way to prove it.

Turning himself in at the end of season 2? "Oh, but it gave him street credi-" it's pretty convenient he wanted street credit when going to jail could also be beneficial to Jo. Otherwise he could have straight up done inside trading himself way before Jo put herslef in trouble.

The whole animal thing? The fact that he was a mouse? Let's pretend for a moment he actually filled it randomly, he happened to get mouse by mistake. Why do you care so much people do not associate you to a mouse? If you're an unforgiving asshole, it will show even if a random test (that people will probably soon forget about) gave you mouse. Look, let's say I make Donald Trump fill out this test and he comes out as a mouse. I will not stop thinking he is a piece of shit! If the test was so meaningless he filled it out randomly (or so he says), why does he care so much about Jo's opinion on it?

Brad is a performative asshole. He does his job in the less nice way possible, but he never sabotages others just because. He tries with that whole buscuit thing, but that's the most damage he causes to someone and it's thrashing a piece of biscuit and give an evil speech that just hans there. Rest of the show? He always ends up helping out people, if not out of kindness, out of understanding every cog needs to fuction properly for the whole Mythic Quest machine to work. He doesn't go out of his way to damage other people, the worst he does? Mean comments. It's performative. It's all performative.

And you know how I know that? Breaking Brad. The Kate story tells us one thing: Brad is a naturally caring person. Kate was a pig. Not a dog, not a cat, not a turtle, not even a fish, animals we are used to consider as pets. Kate was a pig, an animal considered dirty, ugly, ungraceful (fat, but I will not talk about Brad's ED here), the word "pig" is even used as an insult, plus the pig is famously known as the animal you can kill and not waste a single part of it.

A pig is the perfect animal to impart a lesson of cruelty. You don't feel sorry for a pig. And what does Brad do, with this wretched creature? He names her. Zack doesn't, Zack tells us he was on board with killing the pig, it's Brad who can't do it. Zack doesn't care and Brad cares too much, even when he knew Kate's fate was doomed from the start. Right there, you have a character who, despite being taught to be cruel, can't help but care.

"Oh, but this happened when Brad was a kid, he hardened as he grew up" okay, then how do you explain him begging Zack? The thing is, I do believe Brad wanted to get more out of Mythic Quest and was angry bis brother tried to destroy it, I am not saying "Brad is caring because he doesn't want to lose his job", that's fairly normal. The point is, Zack asks him to beg for it, and Brad does. I have seen characters in more desperate situations refuse to plea, but Brad does it. With less resistence than I would have imagined. Instead of being like "I would never beg you, I will not submit myself to this humiliation, I'll find another job", he grovels. He puts his pride second for a company which he will leave the moment his friend Jo (and if I say colleague instead of friend it's even crazier!) is in danger.

Quickly compare it to David asking a whole company to walk out when he gets fired.

Brad is a performative asshole. He didn't have it in him, he taught himself to act and speak like an asshole, and he learned the part well, but his heart is not in it. If you watch Succession, it's like Kendall, he is not a killer. He can pretend to be killer, but he is not.

So now it seems like I said people who view Brad a repressed lovey-dovey tsundere are right, but just wait, i haven't finished yet.

The thing about teaching yourself to be someone else is that first, some habits stick, second, what doesn't stick, you try harder to make it so.

What I mean is, precisely because Brad is a caring person, he tries very hard not to seem like it. It means that if someone shows him kindness, Brad will refuse to accept it twice as hard, because he is fighting towards a natural instinct to show kindness in return.

Someone finally lends Brad a helping hand? For the exact reason he feels like he wants to take it, he'll turn it down. It's not that he is not touched by that care, it's that he can't afford to show it. That's the whole point of the performative assholery, repressing his natural responses.

I see a lot of someone pays Brad a compliment and he blushes because he doesn't know how to take it, but to me is like no! He doesn't blush! The whole point of fighting his own instincts is that he doesn't show his feelings. It's not that he doesn't know what kindness is so he reacts to it like a caveman would react to a computer, he knows exactly what kindness, care and affection are and he deliberately avoids them.

To me Brad doesn't do feelings because he doesn't want to. Brad fights his natural instincts because they're very strong (so he is lovey-dovey on the inside), but, at the same time, that fight implies a lot of trained resistance to his nature (Brad doesn't want to do feelings).

Being an asshole doesn't come natural to Brad and that's why it's so difficult for him to act kind: because being an asshole is not a random trait of his personality he may be willing to change, it's a carefully crafted mask he doesn't want to get rid of.

It's the difference between explaining something to someone who doesn't understand it and someome who doesn't want to understand it.

And one last thing (because you kidded yourself if you thought this wasn't about Braddavid).

I get that, especially at first, especially to keep that mask on, even if Brad had feelings for David he would take a long time before admitting it and I can see him reluctant to put a label to the relationship, because that would be admitting that he cares.

But let me take you back to Brad begging his brother to leave Mythic Quest alone. The moment he senses David might slip up from his fingers (for whataver reason: David might have found somebody else more emotionally available, is growing tired/sad of Brad's emotional distance, etc.) Brad is Back On. Brad is putting the effort to verbalize his feelings, is putting a name on the relationship and, one day, he'd even be willing to put a ring on it. He is "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" coded and you can argue you with the wall.

(Plus, I feel like, exactly like his performative assholery mainly comes from mean comments, he may not be very affectionate when it comes to words of affirmation, but by his behaviour you can tell he cares. He is all about quality time, acts of service and gifts he diguises as not gifts. He tries to be subtle, but he can't help revealing in someway he cares about people).

If Brad could beg his brother, one the people he hates the most in the world, to let him have Mythic Quest for a while more, he could surely find the courage to tell the person he loves that he loves them. "But his pride-" he flushed his pride down the toilet when it became an obstacle to him. He came back to his old company as a janitor, which sadly many people do not considered to be a valuable job, especially since he used to be the Head of Monetization before. He had none of that "oh my God, this job is not well paid or respected enough for my previous standards" crap. He is way less prideful than a lot of people think. Getting where he wants to go, obtaining what he wants to gain is way more important to him than his pride.

Last note, this man in possessive. And I don't necessarily mean in a toxic, abusive way, but you can't deny that he is. He wants to own people, he probably rarely calls in favours from them because he gets high on how long he can own them. The "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" comes back into the play, this man is jealous. Again, of course this was about Braddavid, shame on you if you didn't catch it, but I have seen too many "David is too affectionate, Brad is aloof and cool" and I don't buy it.

Brad may not be into PDA, and he may not show it with words, but when he is in a committed relationship he is committed. He may say it's casual, but this is just like Kate. No matter how many times he tells himself he won't get attached to a person and that every relationship ends, at the end of the day, if he truly cares about that person, he won't be able to kill the relationship like it was nothing and go on with his life. I cannot imagine him breaking up with someone because "oh no, I am getting too involved", that's the whole point, he cannot do that, or he'd be a killer, he would have been able to kill Kate and let go of Mythic Quest and let Jo end up in jail. Even if he did break up with this person, it wouldn't come natural to him and he would an absolute wreck, haunted by the memory of this person like he is haunted by the memory of Kate.

It's the duality here! Brad's all about the duality, nature and (self) nurture fighting one against the other. And I have mainly found stuff in which this duality is not shown.

If you made it to this point, thank you for indulging me in overanalysing this character, have a wonderful day.

P.S. I forgot to mention, Brad totally watches those animal predators video for desensitization. Because he couldn't kill Kate so he teaches himself to be insensitive to animal cruelty. The kid who couldn't harm his pig is not watching animal on animal violence for kicks and giggles.

[scarletta-ruan]

helloo, how are you? i hope you're having a good week and are taking care of yourself! so, could you do a chuuya, sigma and dazai scenario (+ any others characters you want) where reader cries due to stress? this week was so stressing to me that i just want to rest all day 😭

anyways, take your time to write it and make sure to rest properly! bye bye and i love your works, scar! they're so cute@)#(( also i hope school are going well to you! 💖💖💖

THOUGHTS AND SCENARIOS OF CHUUYA, SIGMA AND DAZAI TAKE CARE OF READER WHO CRIES OVER HER STRESS

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, mention of some nicknames (Belladonna, small candy, Vanilla), reader cries over her stress, reader is female btw

TYPE: Scenario + Thought

PAIRING: Chuuya Nakahara || Sigma || Osamu Dazai x fem!reader (seperately)

WORDCOUNTS: 0.5k+ words

NOTES: I'm feeling so sorry to hear that you are stressed, I'm also stressed last week too so I can't write your request. But today I don't have any tests to do because I finished them already. And here is your request, enjoy my work, anon🥺

1. Chuuya Nakahara

I think that Chuuya is the kind of person who spoiled you rotten when he knew you were crying because of stress. So imagine that when Chuuya got home and saw you were crying, the first thing he would do was hug and ask you why you were crying. When he knew the reason, Chuuya would calm you down by patting your head or rubbing your back and letting you cry on his shoulder. After that, it was time for Chuuya to do whatever he wanted to cheer you up.

Scenario

“I’m home-”

Chuuya stopped saying when he saw you were crying on the couch, he gently closed the door then stepped closer to you. He kneeled down in front of you, lifted his head up and asked.

“What’s wrong, small candy? You don’t look well.”

“Chuuya…”

You lifted your head up and looked into Chuuya’s eyes, when he saw your teary eyes his gut twisted a bit. He did not want you to cry like this, Chuuya moved closer to place his forehead against you and you said.

“My schoolworks is too much, I try my hardest to do them all, but… I can’t finish it.”

“Oh, I see.”

Chuuya replied to you, then he stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead. When you wanted to say thank you to Chuuya, he said.

“Hurry up, get dressed and wash your face. We are going to hang out in the evening, putting all of the schoolwork aside. Of course, tomorrow you will have an off day.”

2. Sigma

In my opinion, Sigma is the kind of man who is really worried about you. Let's take an example: if he sees you are crying, he will hug you immediately and ask for the reason. When he knows the reasons, Sigma will try his best to cheer you up, he is good at baking some cookies (because this man loves cookies if you remember) so he will bake some of them for you but with different favors just to make you feel happy again.

Scenario

Sigma popped his head out of the door frame just to look at you who were sitting beside your desk, hands up on your hair while you were mumbling something. You had been like this since you got home so Sigma was worried about what had happened to you. He always made himself coincidentally walk past just to look at you.

And now he saw you were shaking, Sigma could hear some hiccups sound which were made by you. He let out a long sigh then put his broom beside the door, slowly stepping inside the room. Sigma wrapped his arms around you who were sitting on the bed, his eyes finally noticed some papers lying everywhere on the bed sheet, they seemed like your work at school, he thought. 

His hand caressed your hair then whispered lightly into your ears.

“What’s wrong, Vanilla?”

“N-Nothing, you don’t have to worry about me.”

You slowly lifted your head up, hands wiping tears which were falling down on your cheek. You still forced yourself to smile when you answered his question. Sigma frowned then said.

“If you keep lying, then I will keep hugging you like this, dear. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

When you knew that Sigma would never let you go if you did not tell anything to him. You slowly shared your story, about how you have to struggle for the deadline at school work, like club, homework or lots of other things. Sigma listened to the whole story of yours, then when you finished telling him he left. 

Again, you were alone in this room now. When you let out a long sigh and thought that there was not anyone here to care for you, Sigma appeared again with a tray of baked cookies and a glass of milk. He smiled and said.

“I don’t know how to make you happy, but… are these sweet and warm milk enough? If you want more, you just go ahead and tell me and I will make more and more for you.”

3. Osamu Dazai

Dazai always knows that you are crying because of stress, because he pays attention to anything, from your mood today to the clothes you are wearing now. Everything can not slip from his eyes. Dazai will do lots of things to make you happy again, not teasing you, of course. I think he may buy you some sweets like cake or your favorite drinks or food. Then he will cuddle up by your side, murmuring into your ears about the Armed Detective Agency’s funny story.

Scenario

Dazai recently got home a few minutes ago, then he noticed a familiar figure curling up on the couch. He could see your body was shivering so bad, his mind started playing lots of questions when he looked at you. Dazai did not think twice, he approached the couch and laid a hand on your shoulder and said.

“What’s making my Belladonna cry?”

You turned around to look at his brown orbs, when Dazai finally saw your face his heart dropped. Your eyes were red and filled with tears, while you were trying to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes, he reached his hand to stop it and said.

“Don’t rub your eyes, love, this will make you hurt.”

Dazai helped you to sit up from the couch as he sat down next to you. His arms wrapped up around you, you leaned your head on his chest and tried to calm down. Dazai was still patient with you when he leaned his chin on your hair and rubbed your arms. You could also hear his whisper.

“Shh, I’m here, I’m here for you, Belladonna. Just cry until you don’t want to anymore.”

“Osamu, I’m…” You hiccuped then started saying. “...My marks at school are not good, the whole marks I tried to get are not good at all. My teacher tells me that, if I can make them better she will kick me out of her class. But… I have tried my very best, but in the end, I can’t make it.”

Dazai now knew the reason why you were crying like that, he already looked after you while you were studying until late at night. But it seemed like all of your efforts did not come true and you were feeling stressed because even though you tried very hard you could not make it. He hugged you for an hour until you stopped crying then asked.

“Feeling better?”

Seeing you nodding your head made himself relieve a little bit, that was when you two both stood up and Dazai said.

“Let’s go out, we should have some sweets or your favorite food, my treat.”

[symphonicsoul]

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ There is another man before them as they enter this strange building and he's tall - tall and so fucking pink. Pink with glasses and ... horns? They are horns right? Like Sugar Cube has. So he's one of those mist - whatevers that Fuery called them? One of Sugar Cube's people? Fuery is saying a bunch of fucking nonsense words back to this monster of a man that he doesn't understand.

He can only assume that if he's datin' Sugar Cube that the fluffball taught him some of his own language. He's saying names he doesn't know and he can't only follow so much as he listens to the two go back and forth. This man - he doesn't know his name and he doesn't even know if it's been said is making faces, or at least he assumes that with the mask on his face.

Why are they all wearing fucking masks? It's so weird.

"Ah yes, of course. Hauska Tavata. My name is Aamunkoitto." The pink giant says to him as he does that weird shit with his hands again and slightly bows his head. He's not following any of this shit.

"Cid is very frustrated right now but he's expecting you with the boy, so bring him there and I'll see if I can get Sielu out of his room."

None of this shit makes anyway sense and Fuery told him to be nice, so this is when he should say nothing at all right?

"Who the fuck is Cid?" He groans as he places a metal hand on his hip. "n' ta be honest with ya Lollipop, I don't understand a damn word yer sayin' in that gibbery nonsense, so I ain't followin'. Fuery you wanna translate fer m'?"

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. Somehow he remembers Sinfonia being heavier than this. It makes him wonder what happened all these years that brought the man to the state he's in now. Sinfonia has never been a heavy man by any means but this is - the state he's in now is worrying. He feels like Pilvi did when he was just a young child and it makes him wonder how malnourished this man is to smell this sour.

He's been out there just as long as they were but he feels like Sinfonia is on the brink and if they don't get sugar into his system now they could lose him to the fade. Ruby pink eyes are shifting over to the Windarian's arms only to see his Liege curled into his chest and sleeping with the most pleasant look on his face so that at least calms some of his worries towards his boy if only because Pilvi doesn't look any sort of injured even if he was previously babbling in a way that didn't sound like himself.

There is an awful floral scent coming off him though.

The walk between them is silent with the Knight's eyes only glancing over every now and then to watch the Windarian and to make sure his Liege is safe. To make sure that he's being properly cared for and nothing seems to be strange or concerning from his stand point. Pilvi told him once that he trusted that man with his life and now it was time to put it to the test, even if his trust for any Windarian is sank so low it's practically at the bottom of the ocean.

The walk takes hours and he can't ignore the tingling sensation on his sink that is begging him to simply fly because he is starting to doubt if Sinfonia has the time - but this man - this Black Wind can't fly and he doesn't have the strength to carry them all - worst of all with healing ribs and a chest injury that managed to not kill him on impact from the battle all those months ago.

Finally that dull grey building comes into view and the inside of it is as big of a mess as he assumed it would be but the pair of them make their way to the medical side of it as quickly as they're able.

The Black Wind is laying Pilvi down on an empty bed while he does the same with Sinfonia, only to watch that man walk out into the wall and lock cold blue eyes with that of the frantically moving blond who is bouncing from room to room to room.

"Cid." Comes a deep voice with no room for argument. "White Cloud and another." He commands before the Windarian disappears again back to doing whatever it is he does and he doesn't have it in himself to really care enough to find out.

The small blond is scattered and rushing over to the room to give him a half greeting. "Hi Revon." He says in a flustered voice as he's at Pilvi's bedside to start working as quickly as possible.

"What happened?" He asks and the knight sighs.

"I don't know. When we found him Sinfonia had him and - "

"- Sinfonia?"

He's side stepping and motioning to the man of orange laying unconscious in the bed on the left wall of the room.

"Sinfonia. He's a comrade of ours. Pilvi's Uncle."

"Ahhhhh- that's the sour smell in the air. Oh my. Oh dear." As if the doctor could get even more frantic he's rushing all over again as he moves to the musician's bedside only to step back when he hears a groan and hazed orange eyes crack open.

"How is he - awake in this state?" The blond sighs. "I need to get him on an IV asap. Revon he -"

Growling fills the room as orange eyes open fully looking like wild eyes pushed in a corner.

"Who the FUCK are you?! DON'T touch me!!!" The newcomer hisses causing the blond to pull his hands back.

"Ah - I'm sorry. I'm Cid. I'm a doctor and I'm trying to help you - "

"I don't give a fuck who you are. Don't touch me. Where's Pilvi? Where's Revon?"

"I'm here Sinfonia." Comes the deep tones of the Knight as he tries to smile sympathetically at him behind his mask. "And I need you to hang tight, and I'll be right back. I need to go get something for you."

"Cid don't touch him until I get back."

The blond is nodding as he turns to make sure that his Unlimited companion is seen to in the meantime.

The Knight just needs to stop a moment to listen, to look for him. Aamunkoitto is at their youngest's room but he doesn't seem to be inside?

"Have you seen Sielu?" And there is a shake of the rose's head.

"Ei, I was looking for him though. Perhaps he's with Valo?"

So his direction is shifted as he makes his way through the halls again until the man of green lights can poke his head into the Historian's room to find the pair of them and something seems to be wrong but he can tend to it a little later. He needs Sielu's help now.

"Ah - sorry to interrupt." He sounds with a half smile. "I need Sielu right now. It's very important and it can only be him. Can you come with me for a minute?"

His eyes fill with the sight of pink and a worried expression. Tervetuloa takaisin - he's not sure exactly what that one means. Terve is a greeting, though, and he's almost certain tervetuloa means 'welcome', so he can only assume he's being told something akin to a welcome home. But the word home is 'koti', so...

He'll have to figure it out later. Now isn't the time for anything except getting this taken care of.

"Päivä tervehtii, Aamunkoitto. Joo, this is him. One of them. His name is Edward. Pilvi ran into some... issues, so I brought Ed here since it's safer. Black Wind and Revon are helping Pilvi. Ed, this is Aamunkoitto. He's really nice. Please be nice back."

His gaze returns to the dawn, slowly morphing to worry as well. "Do you think you can help me introduce Sielu and Valo to him while I find him something to eat? I can't cook to save my soul... And should I explain what happened, or do you want to instead? I doubt Revon should take too long to go get him, but just in case..."

If he's honest, he really doesn't want to tell Sielu himself. And he really isn't sure if Ed will accidentally scare him, either. Valo is tired, so he says, but probably better able to handle conversation... but really he doesn't know if he can look the man in the eyes either. Startling him would probably be really bad, but he can't leave Ed alone in the middle of the Comodeen either.

This whole situation is just complicated.