#and in his panic over that get clingier and clingier

[smallishdoggo]

I feel like Fearne/Ashton/Braius would break kinda bad. Like, I don't think polyamory would fix any of Braius's issues and would perhaps even make them worse, lol.

I think that neither Fearne nor Ashton are particularly direct communicators when it comes to relationships, and I think Braius would be pretty unhappy being handled in the go with the flow vibes based way they've handled their own relationship. And on their end, Braius has known the Hells for all of a week and is getting matching tattoos and declaring how he doesn't want to be anywhere else in the world than with them-- this man is clingy. I don't get the sense he'd be controlling or anything, but I think he'd want a lot of their time and attention in a way that would probably grate on Ash and Fearne even split between the two of them.

[bbokicidal]

Hand Placement - [OT8]

quick summary : where the skz members like to lay their hands on your body during different scenarios.

warnings : suggestive content (18+, MDNI), sexual themes, casual (? ish, ig.) groping

notes : the order of the scenarios goes: casual -> intimate -> sensual so the pictures for each member will be placed in that order for visual reference!

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ bangchan

casual - he can't help it, if he's honest. he knows that actions speak louder than words, and when you're stubborn enough to deny the beauty he tells you he sees through his eyes - well, he hopes that the touch of his hand lingering over your jaw will guide you to see yourself the way he does.

intimate - always holding your hand, chan can't deny that he feels a protective nature over you. he can't let you get lost - can't fight the panic he finds filling his chest when his fingers aren't laced with yours. so do him a favor and just hold on tight, yeah?

sensual - having the need to constantly be using his hands, chan likes to knead that plush of your thighs any chance he gets - and the feeling of the warmth under his fingertips is all the more alluring when you're sitting above him rocking your hips down against his hardening cock.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ lee know

casual - never one to hurt you, his grip is always gentle when he grabs hold of your wrist. it's a subtle but sure way to make sure you drop the bratty, teasing nature that riles him up all too quickly - and it's a surefire way to get jisung giggling off to the side at your antics.

intimate - he isn't sure when his love for resting his hand on your lower back appeared, but minho adores getting to hold onto you in such a soft way. it's - again - subtle, but his gesture and guide is firm as he brings you to walk in front of him or lures you away from the counter so he can step forward and pay.

sensual - call him sappy - maybe even a bit romantic - but minho needs to feel your hand in his when he's making love to you. both so he knows you're present and with him in that moment, but also to keep you grounded when he's kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock. <3

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ changbin

casual - bin loves the feeling of having you in his arms. he can't resist the urge to hug onto you most times - use to being the clingier one in the group and loving that you'll accept his affection with no questions asked.

intimate - and since we're on the topic, who doesn't want a hug with bin's big strong arms wrapped around them? better yet, who doesn't want a strong hug from behind while also getting to play with his fingers and rings? he'll chat away with the others, swaying carefully back and forth with you huddled nice and close, twisting his rings and pulling at his bracelets.

sensual - having a thing for - what do we call it, grabbing? we've seen him do it with seungmin multiple times and you'd be wrong if you think he won't do it to you as well. at first it's gentle caresses along the nape of your neck to guide you into a kiss - but once he's comfortable enough and knows what you like, he'll grab you by the throat, dragging you to him to steal a kiss before guiding you to your knees so you can take his awaiting cock in your pretty little mouth.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ hyunjin

casual - thinking it's more funny than anything, hyunjin developed a habit of pressing a hand over your mouth when you got snappy towards other members, namely being minho. because he knew for a fact that you would also get the airfryer-tissue treatment as soon as minho got out of his seat.

intimate - call him romantic, call him a sucker. hyunjin can't get enough of the warmth your body offers him, hands sliding under your shirt when you kiss him so he can squeeze at the softness of your sides and maybe, if he's feeling frisky, trail his fingertips up a bit higher.

sensual - call him a whore. if you're alone together, or you're in the group and everyone's been drinking a bit so he's what we'll call 'loose' in this situation - he's resting a hand right over your center. whether you're wearing pants, shorts, a dress, or nothing at all - he's always got his hand loitering there. maybe even rubbing small circles with his fingertips.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ han

casual - jisung is... a sweetheart when it comes to your body. his favorite thing to do no matter where you are, how many people are around, what time of day it is - is play with your hair. he loves the feeling of running his fingers through it and getting to twist it into fun hairstyles. he'll do his best not to rat it up, though.

intimate - his hand being in your back pocket is something he could put on his hobby - because that's a full-time job for him. you're standing beside him? hand in your pocket. you're sitting in his lap? hand under your ass in your pocket. you're standing in front of him in line? whoop - hand in your pocket. maybe squeezing here and there, too.

sensual - did you see this one coming? han jisung is an ass man and i will stand by my word. any time you're alone he's always, always, always touching the tooshie. he'll slide his hands over the soft skin and dig his fingertips in as much as he can while you're in his lap, his lips attached to your throat to muffle his groans. he gets more pleasure out of it than you do, i'd assume.~

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ felix

casual - ever the sweetheart and gentleman, felix does his best to keep his hands to himself with you in public. but if you're more comfortable and don't mind him holding onto you or being affectionate, he'll often times find himself holding onto your hands or bringing you closer so that you can hold onto his arm.

intimate - it's common this appears at awards shows - felix enjoys showing you off. his hand is consistently resting on your hip, gentle but firm in nature and not necessarily guiding you but moreso just resting there so that people get the hint. you're taken, and he's proud to be your boyfriend. (all days of the week, but when you look this gorgeous? he's bound to adore you just a tad bit more, pride swelling in his veins.)

sensual - felix's hands commonly rest on your sides during moments together. partially because it gives you stability - and partially because he needs to hold onto you while he stares up at your bouncing form above him, his lips parted and eyes fogged like glass with adoration.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ seungmin

casual - seungmin's almost always touching you more than he is the others. he'll nudge you with his hip to get you out of his way (playfully, of course) or give you a shove when you're being bratty - even though he's the exact same way. nuisances, i swear. <3

intimate - it's subtle, and soft. but seungmin has a love for linking his pinky with yours, letting his thumb rub over the back of your hand while you sit beside each other. there's no looks or words exchanged - just brief, sweet, quiet moments filled with a dull hum of love.

sensual - contrary to everything i just said, he's a grabber. grabbing your thighs, your hands, your sides - your hair. he has a love for holding your hair back for you while you swallow around his cock, or pulling on it to make you look back at him when he drills into you from behind so hard it almost hurts.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ jeongin

casual - there's little to no casual contact with jeongin, simply because skinship isn't his thing. he'll hold your hand or arms here or there in passing, but it isn't often he'll be affectionate with you in public.

intimate - when he is feeling softer, feeling safer when he's alone with you and out of the teasing eyes of his hyungs - jeongin likes to cup your face in his hands. he mentally huffs out a laugh at the way his palms seem to envelope your cheeks completely, but on the outside he's just gazing at you, smitten and soft and falling apart just by the simplest touch.

sensual - his hands tend to wander. they'll caress over every curve of your body when you're splayed on the sheets for him, so willing and wanting and ready for what he has to offer - but they travel along your back most often. you think he just has a want to feel the way your back arches away from his touch, chasing the warmth of his body and writhing with pleasure all because of him.

[actuallysaiyan]

4 with renji pretty please? 🥺💗

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” “Why not?” “Because I think— I think I’m starting to get greedy. I think I’m starting to want more with you.”

You and Renji grew up together, but you always felt like you were in the shadows of Rukia. Rukia was the shining star. She was able to do things better than most. And Renji was completely head over heels for her. Your heart broke so much being around them, but you did everything you could to just try and ignore it.

When you all got to the academy, things seemed to change. You were gaining the attention from so many different people. You were becoming very well liked within the community. So your feelings for Renji eventually were tucked away. And as you all grew up and became Shinigami, you realized that maybe by bottling everything up, you could have a decent existence.

You tried dating a few people, but it always ended up being lacklustre. So you just decided to wing it alone. You'd always see Renji and you two would try to spend time together, but life was becoming even more hectic. The more you spent time with him, the more you realized just how much you were in love with him.

One night after a few drinks, Renji made a move on you. While it hurt your heart, you couldn't push him away. He promised you to keep things casual, despite the fact that you wanted the opposite. You just knew that things could never become more serious because he's absolutely in love with Rukia.

Still the sex was so good. You tried to pretend he was in love with you every time he fucked you. He treated you so good. Renji kissed you like you were the only person he wanted to be with for the remainder of his existence. And he was becoming even more handsy while out in public. People were beginning to talk about you too.

This is what made you pull away a little. You knew that it would crush Rukia if she knew that people thought you and Renji were a couple. But if anything, this made him even clingier. He was always at your place whenever he had a free moment. He was kissing you in public without a care in the world. And he was certainly fucking you harder and longer than usual.

One night he finishes inside of you, causing you to panic a little bit. He's never done this before. Renji notices the panic in your eyes. He kisses you so sweetly.

"I gotta confess..." he starts. "I don't think I can do this anymore...not the way we're doing it." Your eyes widen, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Renji blushes and looks down, "I'm starting to get...greedy. I know I shouldn't cause you want it casual but like...I just want things to be official and I-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Should have said so from the start. I want things to be official too."

[girl-next-door-writes]

Every Time You Walk By

Characters: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: Poe has developed feelings for his best friend, but with a war to fight, will he ever get around to telling them?

Word Count: 1219 words

Prompt: Best Friends, Gentle Kiss, Shared Clothing, Holding Hands When Stressed.

A/N: This is the last of my celebration fics and it is for the lovely and wonderful @minigirl87 . Thank you to everyone who threw something at me, and I am sorry some of these took me so long!

Things used to be straightforward, and that was the way Poe liked it. He had a war to win, a galaxy to save, that was just his life. It fell into a rhythm of sorts, a simple melody in the symphonic masterpiece that was the galaxy, like an oboe making the overall opus richer, adding depth. That was the way he liked it, his life was full, he didn’t need any distractions, so why did his stupid brain keep returning to you?

Poe trusted you with his life, he’d had to, and your friendship meant a lot to him, but that was all this was, friendship. If he told himself that often enough, then maybe he could fool himself into believing it. Something had changed for him, and although he couldn’t pinpoint when that had started, he knew the exact moment he had realised.

Returning from a mission, one which had got a little dicey for a while there, he had climbed out of his ship and seen you running across the hanger. Your hair was a beautiful mess, his jacket wrapped around you over your combat gear. It could have been a trick of the light, but for just a moment, he could have sworn you glowed as you smiled at him. Your hug had knocked the air from his lungs, and it took a second before his brain caught up to what was going on and he returned your embrace. That was the moment, as he rested his head against yours, eyes closed, that he mentally uttered an expletive. That was the moment he knew he was in love with his best friend, and it was utterly hopeless.

Poe had continued with life, ignoring this nagging feeling, this desire to always be by your side. He was a little clingier, not that he would admit it. BB8 seemed to spend more time around you, and that had absolutely nothing to do with Poe asking the little droid to keep an eye out for you, it definitely did not provide him with an excuse to seek you out more often either. The war was the focus. He had to keep his head in the game.

The command room was silent, except from the broken, tinny voice emitting from the comms. It was supposed to have been a simple mission, just a small squadron on recon, but the firefight that had ensued was devastating. It had been an ambush; they’d had no chance.

Mackenzie’s voice narrated the action, panic evident despite him trying his best to hide it. Poe hung his head. It should have been him. He should have insisted they waited until he’d returned from Yavin 4. Logically, he knew that he couldn’t go on every mission, but right now, standing there with his fists clenched, he felt so helpless.

“Green 4 has been hit. Collins is down.”

A single tear of frustration and loss escaped from his right eye, and he hurriedly swiped it away with the back of his hand.

“They are right on my tail. There’s eight of them. I don’t think I can shake them.”

Poe felt a warm hand take his and he looked up in surprise. His eyes met yours and he could see the pain and sadness there he knew was reflected in his own. Some of the tension left his body, and he found his fingers interlacing with yours. The two of you stood, side by side, in silence as the inevitable outcome of the ambush played out over the comms.

As the line went to static, Poe felt the usual weight of guilt hit him. What he hadn’t expected was for you to squeeze his hand, a silent gesture that seemed to say it wasn’t his fault. His thumb tentatively ran over yours in reply, his way of telling you that he knew. No words were needed, and he wondered if this was because you were best friends or if it was his deeper feelings for you. The comfort he sensed at your touch suddenly felt selfish, and he pulled his hand away. The Resistance had just lost some good people, he could not allow himself the luxury of letting the world go a little fuzzy around the edges.

He tried to avoid you, he really did, but his feet seemed to have other ideas. His entire body longed to be close to you, even if it was simply sitting in the same room for a little while. There was just something about you that made things better. Every time you walked by, it was like he’d drank a shot of pure caff, and if you smiled..! Oh, maker, if you smiled at him, he felt invincible. True, there had been times when you smiled and he’d ended up tripping over something or walking into a doorway, but even those incidents couldn’t dampen the feeling of walking on air.

Rather than admit his feelings for you, he threw himself into his work. The sooner the war was over, the sooner he could focus on other things, right? And so, Commander Dameron burned the candle at both ends, accepting any and every assignment, often taking back-to-back missions.

It was late one night as he stumbled out of his ship, exhausted and aching, when he felt you beside him. Without a word, you slipped your hand around his waist and took some of his weight.

“You’re dead on your feet, Poe. Please tell me you aren’t planning to fly again before you’ve had some real rest.” The soft chastising tone of your voice made the corners of his lips quirk up a little. He knew you cared, knew you worried, but hearing it always made his heart jump.

“I’m gonna rest, sweetheart. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Well, someone clearly has to, because you’re not. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Now that’s an offer.” He chuckled, not realising his inner monologue had escaped his lips.

“If that’s what it takes to get you to rest then I’ll come and tuck you in every night.”

Poe was too sleepy to respond, but his mind took that mental image and ran with it. A sleepy, goofy smile appeared on his face as he imagined falling asleep next to you every night.

It wasn’t too long before you got him to his quarters. Once inside, you’d made him lay down as you removed his boots. As soon as his back had hit the mattress, his body had begun to relax, allowing the exhaustion to take him. In that haze between consciousness and sleep, he felt you pull the thin blanket over him, tucking him in as promised. Poe couldn’t be certain, but he thought he felt your fingers brush his hair back from his face, and then the warmth of your breath fan over his skin. A soft warmth pressed to his forehead, had you just kissed him?

“Goodnight, Poe.”

He wanted to trace his fingers over the spot he was half certain you had gently kissed, but his body would no longer co-operate. Instead, he let out a contented sigh, his fingers twitching by his side. Maybe tomorrow he would return the sign of affection, perhaps even tell you how much you meant to him, but for now…

[shitouttabuck]

Buddie unintentional cuddles can power me through a whole week, so the prompt 3. Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them really spoke to me <3

hiya thank u frida and @colonoscopys for sendin this one in (and an anon too!!!) very much distracted me from my wisdom tooth woes. i need to add a disclaimer that this is NOT kink it’s just sleepy drunkenness please trust me lol (rated t even!!!! not horny!!!!!!! just unbelievably stupid!!!!)

bed-sharing prompts: person A waking up to person B curled up and sleeping on top of them

put on a slow dumb show for you | 2.2k | read under cut or on ao3

Buck wakes with the same unshiftable heaviness on his chest that he gets mid-panic attack. Except—his body is incredibly confused, because while the physical pressure is bearing down, making breathing a struggle, every other cell in his body is telling him the opposite: no reason to panic, he’s warm and swaddled and safer than he’s ever been.

His brain scrambles to organise this juxtaposition of sensations. The room is dark, and not unfamiliar, even if he’s spent the night in here less than a handful of times. Eddie’s digital alarm clock is blinking at him, and Eddie’s recently mounted décor of three framed photographs on the far wall is facing him, and Eddie’s entire fucking body is draped over Buck’s and crushing the breath out of him.

Oh. Okay. The second half of his cells were right, then—he’s safe. His heart can stop racing now. And it does, a bit.

But his brain keeps reaching for puzzle pieces, laying them out for assessment before him. His mouth tastes like he licked the bottom of a public trash can, and there’s a sharp twinge behind his temple, and he feels more than a little nauseous.

That’ll be the last five tequila shots Ravi pressed into his hands pre-karaoke. Eddie’d just stumbled off stage, arm-in-arm with Karen, fresh off a You’re Still The One duet that had Karen sniffling half-way through and making grabby-hands at an amused but equally-smitten Hen. Buck had only enough time to whoop as Eddie curtsied dramatically before they were calling his name.

Buck’s good at a lot of things, but singing is not one of them. He’d whined and stammered and straight-up crawled under the table before Ravi, sweet, evil Ravi, had ducked down to join him with a tray of shots. After that is—a bit of a blur, to be honest. There was some Carly Rae Jepsen, maybe? He remembers sliding back into their booth next to Eddie and watching the rest of their friends be disgustingly romantic.

That, coupled with the best friend he’s a little unbearably in love with singing the most hopeful love song ever written, is just a recipe for Buck’s heart to get a little messy. And maybe it made him bolder with his affection than usual? Clingier, anyway. He must’ve been pretty needy for Eddie to let him crash in his bed. But Eddie’s always making sure Buck has what he needs, so that isn’t anything new. And Eddie must’ve been pretty wasted too, if this total lack of personal space is any indication.

Buck doesn’t think Eddie’ll mind waking up like this—a perk of having a physically affectionate straight best friend is that he’s mostly oblivious to a classic no homo situation. He breathes deep, weight on top of him grounding instead of suffocating, lets himself tentatively wrap an arm around Eddie to hold him steady as his chest rises with the depth of his inhale, and closes his eyes again.

Except Eddie snuffles and shifts and then jams his knee directly into Buck’s bladder. After the drinks he put away tonight? Buck’s dangerously full bladder.

“Fuck,” he squeaks, desperately trying to shift Eddie to the side. “Oh—fuck.” He clenches—everything, really, because he’s too old to wet the bed and too fond of the life he has to wet Eddie’s bed, as the aftermath of that really only involves fleeing the country.

In the end, fear of that outweighs any qualms he has about waking a peacefully slumbering Eddie, and he all but shoves him off, gasping a breath of relief when Eddie’s weight shifts from his bladder to his thighs.

“Whu—what?” Eddie slurs, scrambling up with a pinched expression. “Buck? What’s wrong?” He sits up clumsily, straddling Buck’s thighs.

“Nothing,” Buck says, voice strained. “Sorry, I’m sorry, just—really need to piss. And…” He gestures uselessly between them, face contorted in apology.

“Oh,” Eddie frowns. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Buck echoes, feeling hysterical. “Um, I’m gonna…” He tries to tug his legs free from under Eddie and Eddie clambers off obligingly.

Buck swings himself out of bed and hurries down the hall to the bathroom, cursing himself for everything from waking Eddie to ruining what could’ve been the cuddle session of his dreams to going and fucking falling in love with his best friend in the first place.

He lets the door swing shut behind him and absentmindedly lifts the toilet seat, shoving a hand into his boxers and then just about leaping a foot in the air when the door squeaks open again and Eddie shuffles over to stand behind him, resting his chin on Buck’s shoulder.

“Um,” Buck says, feeling dizzy for reasons that are only partly alcohol related. “Uh.”

“D’you need a hand?” Eddie asks sleepily.

Buck laughs nervously, frozen facing the wall with his hand down his boxers. “Uh. What?”

Eddie yawns, muffling the back-half of it into Buck’s shoulder and crowding closer, plastering himself along Buck’s back. Does Buck have alcohol poisoning? Is this the tequila version of an absinthe hallucination?

“D’you need me to hold it?” Eddie clarifies, nuzzling Buck’s shoulder gently.

Buck chokes on his own spit, body buckling as he pulls his hand out his underwear to thump his own chest. No, he skipped straight past the alcohol poisoning, he’s dead, not even a coma could dream this up.

Eddie steps back, frowning in concern when Buck finally spins to face him, eyes wide. His whole body is taut, stark contrast to the sleepy slump of Eddie’s shoulders.

“Do I—what?” he manages.

“Sorry, I wasn’t, like, trying to baby you,” Eddie says, looking unsure. “But after earlier—”

“Earlier,” Buck echoes. Eddie’s gaze has dropped to south of Buck’s navel, where his boxers have rucked up enough to leave a considerable amount of his happy trail on display. He yanks the waistband up quickly, and Eddie’s head snaps up too, cheeks dusted pink. Then his face, his perfect, beautiful face, falls.

“Wait, Buck—do you not remember? After karaoke?” he asks, taking a step back. “Oh, I—I didn’t think you were that drunk.”

“I wasn’t,” Buck insists, racking his brain, and oh.

The tequila-soaked memory swims up, Buck desperate for the toilet and stubborn about being able to get there himself, despite tripping over his stupid Bambi legs not two steps from their table. Eddie laughing and slinging an arm around him, half-carrying him to the men’s room. Buck standing in front of the urinal, frowning and arms flopping helplessly at his sides.

“Eddie,” he’d whined. “My hands aren’t working.”

Eddie’d laughed again, fond and warm, and asked if he wanted to sit in a stall.

“No,” Buck had pouted. “My zip…” He’d turned to Eddie, lopsided grin and beseeching eyes, and Eddie’d shaken his head and come to stand behind him. He’d undone Buck’s zipper and asked, “Alright?” and Buck had pouted some more.

“Can you help?” he’d asked, mortifyingly pathetic. Eddie’d raised an eyebrow and snorted, and then Buck had said, “Eddieee. These are my nice jeans. My hands don’t work. Your hands are perfect.”

Eddie’d muttered, “Might as well happen like this,” and slipped a hand into Buck’s jeans and—ah. Held his dick while he peed.

“Oh,” Buck says now, voice small. “Fuck, Eds, I’m sorry.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, somewhat blearily. “Why? I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, but I know—I don’t think we’re on the same page. I don’t—” Buck closes his eyes and presses the heels of his palms into them. “I don’t think it meant the same thing for us.”

“Oh,” Eddie’s face is suddenly unreadable. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes another step back. Buck wants to cry. He basically tricked his best friend into touching him—doesn’t matter if Eddie did it platonically, because drunk or not, genuinely needing help to piss or not, Buck’s pretty sure his own intentions were not all that innocent.

“I’m so sorry, Eds,” he says. “I was drunk as hell—that’s not an excuse, but it won’t happen again. I—I’ll be better at keeping it to myself. The last thing I ever want is to make you feel uncomfortable around me.”

Something passes over Eddie’s face. “Wait,” he says slowly, “you asked me to hold your dick as friends?” There’s an uncertain lilt to the question, like he truly doesn’t know what the answer is anymore.

“Uh,” Buck says. He could use the confusion to wrestle the cat back into the bag and then ship said bag one-way to Nicaragua, but Eddie’s looking a little lost, arms crossed in his black vest and boxers and mismatched socks. Buck can’t be the cause of that. “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t—I swear I wasn’t trying to trick you. I was just really drunk.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, stepping forward again and reaching out to tug Buck in by the hem of his t-shirt. “What’s the problem then?” He slides a warm hand under Buck’s shirt, smoothing it across his skin.

Buck inhales sharply, blood rushing to his brain and cheeks and cock so quickly he reaches for the porcelain toilet tank behind him to steady himself. “W-wait. Were you holding my dick as friends?”

Eddie blinks at him, disbelief slowly overtaking the slack sleepiness of his facial muscles. “You thought—is that generally something your friends do for you?”

“No, but…” Buck falters. “Why—why did you, then? Why else would you…”

“I was holding your dick because I want to kiss it,” Eddie snaps, and then claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and horrified. “I want to kiss you,” he amends. “You, not your—I mean, sure, that too, but. Can you say something.”

The many million times Buck has daydreamed and fantasised and wished for this, he’s never anticipated fuzzy patches in his memory of it. But these things are clear: waking up with Eddie plastered to him like he wants to touch Buck at every possible point, Eddie following him in here unprompted and pressing up against him with unchecked affection, because even in his sleepy state Eddie just wants to make sure Buck has what he needs, even if what he needs is help holding his dick in a context that’s soft and sleepy and miles from sexual.

“You came in here to hold my dick,” he says, grin spreading.

Eddie’s cheeks are so rosy, rosier than they’d been with the flush of alcohol, even. “I came in here because I didn’t want your uncoordinated drunk ass pissing all over my bathroom.”

“Aw, Eds, you romantic,” Buck says, stepping closer. Eddie sighs exasperatedly, tilting his face up expectantly anyway. But, oh—

“Did we kiss already?” Buck asks, heart dropping. “Do I not remember?”

Eddie brings up one large palm to rub Buck’s sternum gently. “Nah. Didn’t seem like the right time. I kinda—I wanted to do that not-drunk.”

“Oh,” Buck says, sagging with relief. “Good.” Eddie gives him a sleepy, wonky smile, and Buck says, “I’m not drunk now.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, stepping back and patting Buck’s chest. “Nope, just hungover and harbouring the most toxic tequila-flavoured morning breath anyone’s ever had.”

“Don’t forget desperate to pee,” Buck grins. “You gonna help a guy out?” He flaps his arms limply, batting his lashes at Eddie.

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly, lips twitching with amusement as he bodily rearranges Buck to face the toilet again. Buck melts back into the cradle of his arms, safe and sleepy and sated enough that his dick doesn’t do any more than he needs it to right now, even with Eddie’s warm hand wrapped around it.

They stumble back to bed, Buck belatedly remembering he’s not washed his hands but deciding not to care if Eddie doesn’t, and when Buck flops down, Eddie’s right back on top of him.

Buck wheezes as the breath’s punched out of his lungs, and it becomes a laugh, and this time he wraps both arms firmly around Eddie to hold him tight. Eddie exhales into the crook of his neck, breath hot and a little gross, and then lifts his head to press a close-mouthed kiss to the corner of Buck’s lips.

“This one doesn’t count,” he murmurs against Buck’s cheek. “I just can’t believe you thought I wanted to hold your dick as friends, so. It’s an almost-kiss. An IOU. Tomorrow I’m gonna kiss you till one of us passes out. Not as friends.”

“As enemies,” Buck whispers solemnly and then grunts when Eddie digs an elbow into his ribs. “As anything you want, s’long as I can keep the kissing and the dick-holding and—this.” He tightens his arms around Eddie, feeling his chest reverberate against Buck’s as he laughs.

“Deal,” he agrees, nestling closer, messy hair getting in Buck’s mouth as he shifts. “But just so you know what I want—and I don’t mean to skip ahead—though I guess we’re doing the regular dating bases all out of order anyway—” He sighs, deep and satisfied as he gets comfortable, and says, “I’m ready to have and to dick-hold you every day of the week, you know?”

Buck didn’t know, but now he does, and in eleven months’ time when he and Eddie are saying these words in front of their friends and family, sans penis, not one single person can blame him for lurching forward and kissing the adoring smirk off Eddie’s face miles before poor ordained Bobby gives him the go-ahead. Doing true love in order is overrated, anyway.

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Sleep demon Grian rambles <3

Turns out that "one day" is today. (i love my enablers @linkito and @writing-and-worrying <3)

so. alright. here we go. the au rambles :3 (bonus art at the end)

grian is a sleep demon, and at the start of this au, this means that he exists only in the dreams/the dreamscape. he's a chaos gremlin, as per usual, and he usually thrives on giving people nightmares.

he meets scar in scar's dreams.

he immediately latches onto him, finding scar interesting (and his reactions hilarious). he loves to spook him and all that, but the more time he spends in scar's dreams, the more something in him shifts.

at some point, scar notices him. this recurring character that always slides into shadows, watching. the giggling that sounds off from terrifying places. and scar, well, he is scared, of course he is, but he's also intrigued. there's something at play here, and he's going to figure it out.

while this all happens, scar isn't getting much rest. nightmares aren't good for that. which means, he's spending more time sleeping. which means grian spends more time bugging him.

when they finally meet properly in scar's dreams and start hanging out, grian finds that scar is nice to him. it's something he doesn't expect, doesn't quite know how to deal with. (scar's supposed to be scared. antagonistic. upset. annoyed. not this—not bright smiles and gentle tone, soft giggles and kindness.)

grian finds that he's actually been feeling lonely this whole time. and he doesn't quite know how to process it or what to do about it. (it just makes him clingier to scar tbh.)

and, here's the thing: grian wasn't always a dreamscape-only dwelling demon. he used to have a body. he used to have access to both realms. unbeknownst to him (he doesn't remember any of this), at some point in the past, he made a conscious decision to stay in the dreamscape world. (it felt safer to him.) trauma, memory loss, etcetc. he's not aware of these things.

all they know is that grian's lonely and stuck and scar wants to help him. he figures out a potential way - a summoning spell for demons. that should work, right?

so. he tells mumbo (they live together mkay) that he's going to sleep. he tells him to make the summoning circle. he tells him they're going to bring back a li'l demon guy while he sleeps :3

scar then explains to grian, in the dream, that he's going to be okay. that he can live with them, that they're going to summon him out of the sleep realm.

and they do summon him.

scar told him it's going to happen, but grian doesn't know what it means. he's not prepared for how overwhelming it'll feel, to be in an unfamiliar place and to have a body. on top of that, there's a tall, darkly dressed stranger (mumbo).

and so grian gets summoned, and maaaaybe he ends up having a small panic attack about it all <3 (and mumbo possibly panics in return. and scar's still asleep—)

aNYWAY.

grian still doesn't really remember ever having a body before. but now that he's out of the dreamscape, his skin is littered with scars he has no memory of, and everything's a little bit scary and a whole lot new, and he doesn't know how to navigate the realm or how to take care of himself. (he doesn't realise his physical body has needs, like eating or sleeping, and neither do scar and mumbo for a while, assuming that maybe he doesn't do those things simply because he's a demon.)

imagine grian getting more and more confused the more exhausted he is, unaware that sleep is the solution. things get blurry, his thoughts get heavy, he's groggy and sluggish... it all freaks him out, until eventually he crashes, curled up. (the others tuck him in and watch over him.)

basically, lots of opportunities for comfort. (and for them all being clueless idiots mhm.)

another thing to imagine: grian is awake and scar goes to sleep. and scar's dreams suddenly feel so quiet and peaceful and empty. he hates it.

one more thing to throw out there: grian trauma and his scars and memory loss, right? grian gets summoned naked, and so mumbo immediately gets a glimpse of all of his scars. maybe at some point, he has a hushed, concerned conversation about it with scar. about how the scars around grian's wrists look like they come from magical shackles. (maybe he recognises those in particular because scar has some similar markings on his skin from something in his past.) and there's a bite mark. (mumbo's a vampire and so he's familiar with how those look, and this gets him very concerned for grian.) and maybe there's a different scar shape that scar recognises at some point or another.

fun fact, there's a scar over grian's chest from when someone wanted to check if demons have a heart :3

(no wonder the guy locked himself in the dream realm-)

also. consider this. grian's a demon. he has claws and horns and sharp edges and bat wings and everything, but. but his hair. his hair is so pale and so very soft.

i have more thoughts but i think this is it for now :3

but here, you can have this drawing back from june, of the summoning:

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Paris Trip with Charlie Spring

Charlie Spring x Closeted Male Reader

You helped him with his coursework to make sure he'd be allowed to go on the trip in the first place, in person if you were allowed to go round each others houses but if you weren't you'd meet up in the library to use the computers or face time each other (definitely to talk about homework)

You spent weeks researching the best places to go, the best date spots, nicest gardens, most interesting museums etc

Charlie definitely made you watch Emily in Paris with him and every other film or show set in Paris, pointing at the characters with a 'That's us' comment

Facetiming each other the night before you set off, chatting late into the night before Charlie eventually fell asleep on call, wrapped in his blankets (you couldn't help but take a quick screenshot of how cute he looked)

When he said it was better if the two of you didn't sit together your heart sank so badly you almost yelled that you were together to just get it over with. Instead, you just nodded and sat next to Tao who wasn't much conversation seeing as he stuck his headphones in and listened to film soundtracks for the entire journey

Charlie couldn't help but take pictures of you from where he was sitting when you fell asleep on the coach

You physically forced Tao out of the bed so you and Charlie would be able to sleep together

The two of you got told off by Isaac for staying up late talking and keeping them up at night

You took as many photos as humanly possible, taking the best aesthetic candid pictures of Charlie for his Tumblr

You were secretly the slightest bit proud of the hickey you left on Charlie's neck, having to quickly snap out of it when Charlie sent you playful glares

You had to pretend not to be jealous when people were throwing out rumours about who it was, resisting the urge to correct everyone who put Charlie with James

Nearly scrapping Ben when you're left alone with him in front of the Eiffel tower. You wanted to laugh in his face when he said he wanted Charlie back but it did worry you just a little bit

You couldn't help but stick by Charlie for the rest of the day being clingier than usual which Charlie wouldn't complain about but it did concern him a bit especially when everyone started getting suspicious that it was you that gave him the hickey

There was a near panic attack when Charlie fainted, you instantly forgot about any insecurities about PDA and just held him, calling for Darcy or Tara or anyone to just call Mr Ajayi

Your backpack is always nearly full with snacks incase he ever feels like he wants something

When Charlie went to sleep that night, you carefully pulled your phone from the side table and researched anything you could about eating disorders and ways you could support him, eventually falling asleep with your phone on top of you

You'll fight him if he ever tries to pay for something. This man does not even know where his wallet is for the entire trip because you pay for everything

At the party, you two escape to the balcony and you tell him how much you love him in French (you've had to practice that all week if you didn't already speak French) and he nearly swoons (again)

You visibly flinched when Charlie was dared to kiss Ben, you had to swallow the immediate 'not a chance' that jumped to your throat

When you finally came out to the group, you felt like a massive weight had lifted off of you and you were unable to stop smiling for the rest of the night and you didn't let go of his hand

Sitting together on the coach back wasn't even a question

You two shared earbuds or AirPods on the coach journey back, taking turns pick which songs or artists you listen to until you eventually fell asleep on his shoulder, not giving a fuck about who saw you cuddling this time.

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Hold Me Through the Darker Times

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dean x cassie In which there's a power outage and Dean gets flashbacks. Cassie gives him his well-deserved cuddles. Note: this fic is amongst my first ever written, and the writing is not to my taste. It might get rewritten soon.

I sat on the edge of the pool, staring down at the outline of the crime scene recreation at the bottom. The fake blood, painted on the tiles to look as realistic as possible, glistened under the soft pool lights. The water felt cool against my bare ankles and feet, swirling every time the sharp autumn breezed brushed over the surface.

My thoughts drifted off to Dean and his father. He keeps saying that he’s fine, though he’s clearly not. Sloane, who stays up late working on her dangerous and definitely not legal projects, told me that Dean hasn’t been sleeping too much lately. She hears footsteps from his room in the dead of night, often followed by constant clanking and banging. Then, bundled up in many layers of clothes, he stays on the balcony or at the kitchen table for hours, lost in thought, lighting a single candle.

I knew that Dean has some mental blockage with the darkness and very early mornings. One day, we came back to the safe house very late from an investigation with Agent Sterling. It was nearly midnight. He was oddly jittery, and he was a bit clingier than usual, not wanting to let go of my hand. He’d avoided Sterling like the plague.

Suddenly, my blood froze in my veins as all the lights went off. Even the faint humming of the electricity in the walls disappeared. It was eerily silent, so silent I’d heard the strange sounds of furniture being moved in the rooms upstairs. Dean’s room.

I quickly got up from my seat on the edge of the pool and carefully made my way back inside the safe house, keeping an arm in front of me to feel the familiar furniture and hallways under my fingertips. I couldn’t see a thing and, surely, neither could Dean.

I passed the infamous wall of portraits and soon found myself in front of Dean’s door. They’d called the portraits on the wall a “reminder”, a reminder of what we were here for. When Lia had first welcomed me at my arrival, she said that it was especially “for Dean”. What did that mean? Surely she knew about his past. We all did. Why would he need yet another reminder of who his father, whose portrait was at the top, is? It angered me, a scarlet red blazing fury making me want to tear them all down, so scarlet it was maroon.

I hesitated in front of his door. Should I knock or just barge in? I finally decided and slowly turned the doorknob, intentionally making noise so that Dean would be fully aware someone was there.

I gently stepped into his dark room and was met with the sound of short, shaky breaths that could be heard from a far corner. “Dean. It’s me, Cassie,” I whispered into the room.

I had to make sure that he knew it was me, lest I would have to handle a panic attack from him. He still had terrible nightmares from back in the day when Daniel made him watch and listen to all the murders and tortures he committed, and Dean was still not over it. How could anyone be? He was a child. A child.

He’d pushed his bed snug in the corner of the room and was sitting where the walls met, cuddled up between large pillows and blankets and clutching his legs tightly to his chest. It seemed as though he’d made his own fortress to keep him safe… from Daniel Redding. From a Veronica Sterling. From every single part of his past that still tormented him, even to this day. He wasn’t to blame. Who could possibly forget and move on from all of that? Especially when it was your own father? Your own flesh and blood, the one who sets you forward into his legacy.

There was no electricity. No light, no sound. No warmth. It must have reminded him of back then. I didn’t even need to profile him to deduce it. No, one night, by the lake, he’d told me, bit by bit, the tales of his childhood with his father. Through silent tears and shaky tremors he’d relived everything, from the way he carved his initial into Sterling’s arm to the way he could still hear the screams and wails of the victims, all staring at his frozen form, traumatized and wide-eyed, hoping for some sort of help. He cried, like never before.

I waddled over to the side of his bed and sat down, trying to not re-balance the mattress too much. I crawled over beside him and pulled him closer into my arms with slower, cautious movements, making sure not to startle him.

Dean buried his teary-eyed face in the crook of my neck, his lips softly grazing my pulse, making sure I’m really there and alive. That I didn’t end up like them. His breathing had slowed, gentle warm puffs blowing on my neck. I could feel his gentle, atrociously long eyelashes brushing against my jawline, and half of my face was buried in his fluffy tufts of blonde hair.

I gently kissed his hairline and cradled the back of his head, murmuring softly into his ear. “It’s just a power outage, Dean. Agent Sterling is somewhere down the hall in her chambers. I’m here. We’re all here; Michael, Lia, Sloane… I’m sure that Sloane, craving opportunities to take apart something, is already working on getting the power back before the electricity guys make it to our block. Breathe, Dean.”

It was incredibly sweet how he was leaning on me but making sure not to shift too much weight onto me to not crush my body. He always treated his things with such gentleness and care.

I caressed the higher part of his back, my palm going in slow, comforting circles. Dean carefully pressed his lips to the underside of my jaw. “Thank you, Cassie. I love you more than anything in the world.”

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What about one of the pets accidentally hurting Little Nat? Can be headcanons or a drabble!

Thanks for sending this! You won't believe how quickly I wrote these. I apologize for how out of hand they got... (sorry, not sorry)

Nat getting hurt by the pets for the first time :(

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, injury/blood, and mild angst. 

(Fletcher)

Your wife’s cat mostly ignored the new baby that came to the house one day and never left. She’d occasionally look towards her when odd sounds were made or weird smells came out of nowhere, but overall, Fletcher was more than happy to pretend like she didn’t exist.

It wasn’t until Natalya was older and she could move around a little that the duo started paying more attention to each other. Fletcher would be wary of the arms that stretched in vain to reach the too agile or distant cat. Nat would let out quiet whimpers every time her cat would ignore her, and a couple times she’d have crying fits that alerted and worried her mothers.

When Natalya was around 18 months old, she was managing to almost walk on her own and she surprised Fletcher one day by grabbing her tail while the feline was sunning on the carpet. You and Wanda hadn’t noticed until it was too late, and you heard Fletcher hiss before Natalya shrieked and started to cry.

You realize what had happened rather quickly, but you still have to panic slightly as Fletcher runs off and Little Nat’s arm is spotted with blood.

Wanda of course freaks out more than you, but you silently run through the diseases that Natalya could get from being scratched by your cat as your wife calls the doctor. You already start to take off Little Nat’s cute outfit so you can wash her scratches thoroughly in hopes they won’t get infected.

Wanda’s still talking to the doctor, and you feel a little bad for him when you hear your wife ask ‘I’m sorry? Did you just say it wasn’t a big deal?’ Maybe next time you’ll call the doctor.

Luckily it wasn’t going to be a big deal just so long as you continue to watch how Natalya heals, and more importantly you make sure she doesn’t pull on Fletcher’s tail again.

Natalya gets to snack on her favorite cereal while watching your her favorite animated movie to help her feel better.

(Boone)

Boone was interested in Natalya as soon as you brought her home. He was always very protective of his people and as soon as Wanda was a few weeks pregnant he began to pay a little more attention to her. He still followed you around most places you went, but you started to notice that he’d stop and check on Wanda before leaving a room with you.

You honestly didn’t figure it out until after Wanda tested positive, but you started to see changes in both of your dogs fairly quickly after.

Boone would sniff your wife more than usual and he’d make sure that Rogue was nearby before he’d settle in his usual spot next to you.

As Wanda’s pregnancy went on, Boone started to spend equal time with you and Wanda. As her body changed Boone became more attentive and slightly clingier in a way that didn’t exactly surprise you. Despite being the favorite, you can’t help but wonder what Boone must think is happening to your wife. Does he understand it? Can he smell the baby? You have no idea so you just let him do his thing just so long as it's nothing concerning.

By the time Wanda gives birth, Boone and Rogue are often fighting for Wanda’s full attention.

When Natalya came home he was very curious and he sniffed her for an exceeding long time. He had his nose in her face for a bit before you got too nervous, or rather Wanda did, and you told him to sit.

The novelty of having a new presence in the house died off quickly for him, but he still took it upon himself to watch over the addition to the family. She honestly didn’t do much. She slept, cried and spent time with her mothers.

It wasn’t until she was a little older, maybe 8 months or so that she’d often be in her play pen in the living room rolling around with her toys.

The toys are left scattered along the floor sometimes when you or Wanda just don’t have time to clean them up. Boone’s used to stepping on them at this point, but one day he steps on a block as he’s walking by Little Nat and he jumps off of it quickly.

This causes him to push Natalya into the couch and she’s more surprised than hurt, but she starts to cry immediately. Wanda was sitting nearby when this happened, but she’d moved too slowly to grab her daughter.

You come rushing out of the kitchen with a worried look as you register the sight of Natalya screaming her head off, and Boone looking chastised. He’s lying on the carpet staring at your daughter with wide eyes and his ears are back as he makes himself as small as possible. You look to Wanda for an explanation but she just shakes her head and says it was an accident.

Natalya calms down after you offer her a little of the lunch you’d been making her, and while the smell of food would usually lure the dogs, only Rogue comes up to investigate. Boone stays where he is looking shamefaced until you walk over to him and kneel down in front of him.

You recognize this behavior from when he was younger and used to get in trouble more often. You just reassure him that everything’s okay and that he just has to be more careful around his little sister. Eventually he’s standing next to Rogue looking for treats and despite not getting any, he is more than willing to help Natalya clean her shirt once she’s finished eating.

(Rogue)

Similar to how Boone was mostly your dog, Rogue had become your wife’s dog fairly quickly. Once he was brought home from the compound, he began to become clingier and would try to follow Wanda everywhere. Even into the bathroom. He’d whine for a while if he wasn’t allowed to be by her side before he just laid down and guarded whatever door she’d disappeared through to wait for her return.

More than a couple of times, Wanda’s tripped over him coming out of the bathroom or arriving home. You wouldn't know where Rogue was sometimes until you heard a door open, and then a surprised gasp followed by a loud thud.

She’d asked you once why you thought Rogue had taken to her more than you, and honestly you weren’t sure. There were a lot of possibilities, but you’d just settled on telling her what you felt was the truth. Your wife was a safe, calming presence and Rogue was probably able to sense this early on. For this reason he’d migrated toward her because his extreme anxiety had made trusting people hard. He believed that she was less likely to hurt him.

Rogue was the first one to pick up on Wanda’s pregnancy. It was hard for him not to given that he spent every waking hour he could within the redhead’s line of sight. It was the smell he noticed first and he’d initially spend a concerning amount of time sniffing Wanda. Becoming pregnant wasn’t exactly a surprise, but she was shocked by how fast Rogue and then Boone picked up on it. Fletcher either didn’t know or care enough to change her behavior. The only difference in how Wanda interacted with her was she spent less time around her litter box. Lucky you.

By the third month of Wanda’s pregnancy, Rogue would try multiple times a week to sleep in bed beside her. It was a little inconvenient and sad to tell him no and just have him lie on the ground next to her and stare at her sadly. You knew that Wanda wouldn’t budge on her ‘no dogs in bed’ policy, but seeing her expression as she watched Rogue pout in defeat almost made you think she’d try to sleep somewhere else so he could be happy.

Between the two dogs, Rogue became much more protective of Wanda as soon as he realized something was different with her. He probably didn’t know she was pregnant, but he continued to go everywhere with her when she left the house. When she went shopping she tried to go places where he could come too, and he was always stuck to her side like glue. He would watch carefully as people walked by them and he’d shoot wary glances at anyone Wanda talked to. If the conversation was longer than a few seconds, he’d usually move so he was basically sitting or standing in front of her and between the stranger.

He was doing better at trusting people, but he still didn’t like strangers and neither you nor Wanda could fault him for that given his history. You’d learned quickly that he was a very good judge of character, and whenever he growled at someone from a distance, you made sure to avoid them.

He’d never attacked anyone though which was a relief, but sometimes his behavior would scare people and Wanda would have to explain that he was very very sweet, just distrusting and protective of her.

He continued to be this way once Natalya was born and he’d often check on her despite her parents watching nearby.

He would sit on the ground and watch her play and make sure that she didn’t get into trouble.

When she got old enough to be interested in him, he’d let the little one step on him and pull on his fur with only a minimal fuss. This was always under her mothers’ watchful eye and in Wanda’s case, with Little Nat in her lap.

Once she starts to crawl around, she becomes more trouble and Rogue feels stressed watching her try to wander away from her parents. You both are always around, but sometimes you look away just long enough for her to make an ill-advised decision and Rogue tries to step in to stop her.

He usually just gets up and blocks her path on the way to the electrical socket, or to an interesting object that Fletcher had left on the floor that looks perfectly tasty. He huffs and nudges her with his nose to support her sometimes when she’s older and trying to stand on her own. You always find it adorable and Wanda’s filming it while you make sure no one gets hurt.

One day Rogue is just waking up from a nap when he realizes that Little Nat has escaped her enclosure. Fletcher had been scratching at this pen for a while so it was in need of replacement, but the little escape artist had undone a latch and was wandering the house. He was only woken up because she stepped on his tail on the way to who knows where.

He’d looked for you and Wanda first before remembering that Pietro was watching his niece with Yelena for a bit. The duo were talking, rather arguing about something as Natalya escaped, so Rogue took it upon himself to go after her.

You and Wanda had only run out for a few minutes to grab something for dinner, it was your turn to host, so you’re back by the time everything’s over. You hear crying from out in the garage and you’re not surprised when Wanda runs inside.

You both know your daughter’s different cries at this point, and only a couple are a cause for alarm. Her hungry or tired cry is easy enough to deal with, but her scared or hurt cries always make you panic momentarily.

Rogue had stopped Natalya from trying to climb the stairs by grabbing her hoodie and pulling her back. He pulled a little harder than intended and Natalya landed on her butt at the foot of the stairs and immediately started sobbing. Rogue was still standing by her when Pietro and Yelena ran out from the kitchen. Neither of them had realized that Natalya was out of the pen and they couldn’t figure out what had happened either.

They weren’t around enough to see how Rogue really behaved with Natalya, and he usually took a backseat when visitors were here, so Pietro assumed he’d scared or hurt her.

You walk into the house to see Rogue cowering at the foot of the steps and Wanda yelling at her brother for scaring him.

You figure you could guess what happened when you see the broken pen, and you let the twins argue for a bit as you try to get Rogue calm.

He was a lot better from living with you for so long, but he still didn’t respond well to being yelled at. You made sure to discipline him calmly when needed, but most of the time he behaved well.

Wanda ended up holding him and cooing at him while you sat beside her with Little Nat who had calmed at this point, but was still a little shaken from her adventure. She eventually calmed down enough to reach out for her dog and Rogue just licks her offered hand before resting his head on her little lap.

You and Wanda could have cried at how cute the pair was being, and you smiled gratefully when you saw Yelena taking a picture.

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[all-about-kyu]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏: 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐'𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒏

Summary: After doing a few videos to do promotions for your upcoming album, your group mate tells you about a new side of the internet. You have no idea the chaos you and your group mates cause.

Pairing: fanboy!Eric x fem idol!reader (Fey) x fem!Hyunjoon (Hwall) Side pairings: fanboy!Kevin x fem!Jacob (Jackie), fanboy!Sangyeon x fem!Younghoon x fem!Haknyeon, fanboy!Juyeon x fem!Hyunjae, fanboy!Sunwoo x fem!Chanhee (Chanhi) x fem!Changmin (Changmi) Tropes: idol x fan, strangers to lovers, gender bend au  Genre: humor, smut, fluff  Rating: R 18+  Warnings: language, crude humor, implications/mentions of sex, nsfw rpf/art twitter, kissing, playful/unserious delulu stan behavior, more of Hyunjoon’s slight kleptomania Smut Warnings: none for this chapter!

Word Count: 1,726 Note: To join the tag list reply to the masterlist or send me an ask!

Chapter 9 ➔ Masterlist ➔ Chapter 11

“I can’t believe you actually made that…” Sangyeon sighs like a disappointed dad.

Sunwoo giggles carrying the sign proudly, “It’s not like it’ll happen! What are the odds that Changmi would kiss Chanhi or the other way around?”

Kevin shakes his head with a small laugh, tossing his arm around Eric. The younger was busy trying to fix his hair when the artist threw his arm around him. Letting out a small whine Eric tries to nudge the elder off of him. Kevin doesn’t budge but silently helps Eric fix his hair. Sunwoo smirks seeing Juyeon already typing away on his phone silently. The taller’s eyebrows are furrowed together in concentration.

“Already writing?” Sunwoo prods.

Juyeon shakes his head, “Not really, just an idea I need to get onto paper.”

“You say that now,” Sangyeon chuckles, “that always means that it’ll be a 15k fic at the minimum.”

“Who said that!” Juyeon tries to defend himself.

Sunwoo gives him a look that would suggest something else.

“I said that about Tiger’s Eye and here we are.” Eric laughs, “That fic is over 50k. What’s the pairing?”

Juyeon stays quiet for a few moments, nibbling on his lower lip, “It’s um… maybe…”

“It’s Jae isn’t it?” Kevin interrupts.

“Maybe…” Juyeon admits, “Maybe it’s self-indulgent…”

“The best kind of fics.” Sunwoo smiles with a short nod. 

Sangyeon laughed at their antics before wrangling his younger friends out the door to ensure they’d arrive at the venue on time. Sunwoo happily bounces in the back with his poster tucked under his arm. The train to the venue was full of an energetic buzz, and the excitement building up was finally starting to come to a head. Not only do they have barricade tickets, but they also have soundcheck. All thanks to Juyeon’s typically nonexistent luck. Sunwoo knew that his sign was silly, that’s why he made it. Chanhi was notoriously against physical affection so he knows his scalp is safe from copious amounts of bleach and pink hair dye.

Sitting in the chair getting your makeup done, you can’t help but notice Chanhi being clingier than normal to her girlfriend. Seeing her curled up against Changmi isn’t nothing new but something about how she almost anxiously holds her hand and plays with her fingers lingers in your mind.

“You okay, babe?” Hyunjoon sneaks up behind you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

You nod slightly with a small hum as your makeup artist carefully brushes on some lip coloring, “Is Chanhi okay? She seems upset about something.” You ask the moment the brush is away from your lips.

Hyunjoon lowers her voice, “I think she’s worried about Changmi overdoing it again after how badly she got hurt last time we had a tour.”

“I can’t blame her.” You sigh, “I nearly had a heart attack when you fell and you only got a bruise. I couldn’t imagine how much panic Chanhi was going through when she found out Changmi broke her ankle. Everything will be fine though, it’ll all be okay.”

Hyunjoon nods and smiles softly at you, no matter how long you’ve been together, she never forgets to remind you how much she loves you, even in the smallest of ways. Hyunjoon brushes her short hair back only for it to fall back into her face again. She looks as though she’s about to ask you something before your manager calls for the eight of you to get ready in the wings of the stage for soundcheck. While you don’t do it often in front of fans, you always enjoy seeing them on a smaller scale before the actual concert. It gives you a chance to see more signs and see more faces clearly as opposed to squinting through the aggressive stage lights. There’s at least four separate occasions where fans have gotten videos of Jaehyun saying she can’t see mid-concert because of them.

Walking out on stage, you happily wave and smile at fans. You have your hair tossed up in a messy ponytail and you’re far from the glamorous idol you’ll be in a few hours in your comfy sweatshirt and ripped-up jeans, but you’re happy to meet some fans while in more comfortable clothing. Trying to stop yourself from kissing your girlfriend breathless on stage is more of a task though. She’s comfortably wearing an unbuttoned flannel with her black sports bra fully on display with a pair of comfy black sweatpants riding low on her hips. The sight is drool-worthy even if you can’t drool over her right now. Instead, you distract yourself by reading signs and doing fanservice. 

That’s when you see him. That fan Hyunjoon teased you about. The one she teased mercilessly at the fansign a few weeks ago. It’s Eric. His pretty wavy hair is perfectly styled and he has pretty freckles and blush across his nose and cheeks. You have to stop yourself from simply staring at him for longer than you should. Noticing his friend’s sign beside him, you make a small note to let Chanhi know. Given how clingy she is today, you wouldn’t be surprised if she kissed Changmi on the cheek right then and there. You smile at him widely and wave before hopping away. 

In the midst of singing a song, you tap Changmi on the shoulder and whisper for her to go read a few signs. Although she’s a bit skeptical of your intentions, she starts wandering away from the other members as soon as the small choreography part of the song is over. As she moves closer to the b-stage she sees the sign you hoped she would. A knowing smirk barely grazes her face before it’s gone again. You and the other make your way over to the b-stage where Changmi is before continuing more choreography. Just as Chanhi’s part during the bridge starts Changmi pops up and nearly tackles her girlfriend. Chanhi lets out a squeal and tries to run away before Changmi’s laugh bursts through the speakers. Pointing at the sign, Chanhi caves with a (fake) irritated face and kisses the dancer on the cheek before walking away, clearly blushing.

You’re laughing until you see Hyunjoon definitely where she shouldn’t be. She’s right up against the barricade giving more fanservice. Your manager will absolutely have her head for it, but for now, it’s cute to watch her taking phones and high-fiving people. You watch her approach Eric and you already know she’s about to break that boy mentally for the third time at least. She intertwines their hands for a moment, and his friends are almost literally jaw on the floor seeing how she’s interacting with him. You just sit on the catwalk kicking your feet and interacting with other fans as you watch Hyunjoon interacting with Eric and his friend group once every few moments. 

“Yah! Hur Hyunjoon!” You hear Younghoon yell.

Hyunjoon jumps and runs over to the catwalk where you’re sitting and reaches a hand out to you. Laughing harder, you grab onto your girlfriend’s arm and help her climb back up onto the stage.

“You’re in for it later.” You tease, walking back to the rest of your group, noting Jackie’s ‘worried mother’ look and Haknyeon’s bubbly smile as she starts to have more conversations with fans.

Hyunjoon just shrugs with a small laugh, “Worth it,” 

She briefly holds your hand and swings it to deflect any suspicions fans may create out of it. You feel something hard being pressed into your palm. That’s when it clicks. She slipped another one of Eric’s rings off his finger when she went down for the interaction she had with him. She’s definitely too good at swiping things if she did that surrounded by people recording and didn’t get caught. 

“You’re a sneaky thing.” You tease again.

Hyunjoon smirks, “You love me that way.”

“Yes, I do.”

You finally reach the rest of your group and say goodbye to fans until the official start of the concert. You disappear back to your dressing room while twiddling the ring between your fingers. It’s pretty and silver just like the one Hyunjoon wears around her neck. This one is interlocking circles, making a chain-like pattern, unlike the chunk tri-banded one she has. It’s more delicate in a way. As always, your girlfriend knows exactly what your preferences are.

“There’s no fucking way that just happened.” Sunwoo stood there silently, poster flopped down against his legs.

“It just did.” Juyeon teased, nudging him slightly.

Eric shook his head, “There can’t be any way that just happened. There’s no way-”

Sangyeon laughs lightly, “It just did. Hyunjoon flirted with Eric again and Sunwoo now has to dye his hair pink.”

Kevin is sat down in his seat already putting bullet points into a new note on his phone. He’s clearly thinking up a new piece to draw when he gets home. Sangyeon kicks the side of Kevin’s chunky platform shoes gaining his attention.

“And what are you doing?”

“Fan-led project. It’s due to be posted in a few days and I need to get this concept art out for it by tomorrow morning.”

Sunwoo slumps back in his chair finally accepting defeat, “Who’s helping me dye my hair tomorrow during the post-concert depression?”

“Oh, this is a boyz sleepover event.” Juyeon laughs.

Eric looks at his best friend with a slightly evil smirk, “We buy the dye tomorrow.”

Kevin finally looks up from his phone, “Hey, at least we got Sunwoo’s first real win. The girlfriend kissed even if it wasn’t exactly what you were probably envisioning.”

Sunwoo pouts, “I didn’t expect them to make out on stage!” he whines, “I didn’t think they would even see me! Now my perfectly healthy black hair is going to be destroyed with bleach and dye tomorrow.”

“How did you think you wouldn’t get seen with how many times Eric ends up getting noticed.” Sangyeon laughs, “It was bound to happen at some point today.”

“I just- but-” Sunwoo cuts himself off with an exasperated sigh.

“Let’s just enjoy the concert, yeah? We’ll deal with your scalp later.” Juyeon adds, ruffling Sunwoo’s hair. 

Eric pushes his hair back before shooting his best friend a smile, “Sunwoo’s first win! A win is a win! Now, let’s be insane for our girls all night!”

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Whenever c!Tommy gets sick in exile, c!Dream’s attitude becomes much more volatile than usual, so the sickness is the least of the boy's concerns. Because of that, c!Tommy often tries to hide his symptoms from his owner to avoid more punishment (which ironically gets him punished, even if c!Dream had no intention to do so before).

Because c!Dream had memorised c!Tommy’s mannerisms and reactions, noticing the changes in his behaviour (e.g. more trouble making eye contact than usual, trouble walking/moving normally, less productivity with everyday tasks, less energy, and trouble noticing small things) is child’s play.

Upon noticing the changes in c!Tommy’s state, c!Dream often pretends to be irritated because the boy is clearly “putting on an act to earn his pity, avoid doing his tasks, and escape his rightful punishment”. But deep inside, the man is ecstatic because it opens him countless opportunities to have fun with his pet :) Since c!Tommy is weaker and dissociates a lot more than usual, messing with his mind is a lot easier, and he can confuse him as much as he wishes.

c!Tommy’s weakness also means that influencing his emotional state is easier and demands less effort, so the man is actively taking advantage of it. For example, c!Dream can drive him into a state of panic by simply shouting at him over something minor, and the second he hints that he isn't mad anymore, his plaything gets 10x clingier and needier than usual, which leads to an incredibly soft moment between them.

c!Dream adores caressing c!Tommy’s throat and eliciting amusing whimpers and sighs in general, but doing it when he's sick is so much more satisfying and fun because of his increased vulnerability and neediness :)

In addition to that, c!Dream tends to infantilise and dehumanise c!Tommy to the fullest, both physically and verbally when he's sick. After all, no matter how hard the boy tries to appear more mature and stronger, his needy reactions make him resemble a puppy wordlessly begging its owner for more headpats :) Not to mention that c!Dream often brings up c!Tommy’s “childish” and “annoying” behaviour and according to him, “if he wants to be treated like a human being or an adult, he must act like one”.

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I read the new chapter of the anonymous verse and OMG so CUTE!!!

You mentioned it briefly in your but I'm an Avery verse, but how does Owen handle April's time of the month when she's regressed vs when she's bigger? I low-key see him doing the exact same thing as George Sr in Young Sheldon and PANIC buying everything he possibly can, while April's just in the car absolutely MORTIFIED at her Dad doing the absolute Most

Thank you!!!

So in my verses, Littles don’t regress during their time of the month. It’s their body’s way of protecting them because let’s be real, they’d be terrified about why the heck am I bleeding? And all the tummy aches. That being said, similar to how Jackson and Alex don’t fully drop but yet aren’t acting entirely their biological age, it can lead to those with a period acting a little younger and clingier.

Which does happen to April sometimes. But many times, she also becomes like a moody teenager. Similar to those chapters of “My Boy” when Jackson is pissed at Mark but acts more like an angsty pre-teen who’s going through the phase of scowling, slamming doors and sassing the hell out their parents.

Owen freaked out the first time. Because in spite of being a doctor and having a sister, I feel he’s just one of those types to be like “oh my god, what am I going to do?” Whereas April is like…can you just go get me some pads and Midol? Why are you acting like I’m about to die or something?? And in reality, he was just worried about her being in pain.

But then yeah, they go to the store and it’s a total George & Missy moment. Btw, love the reference, their relationship is so cute. Honestly, very much how I picture April and Owen. Especially when he gets all drill sergeant with her when she starts acting out. He’s very much riding the line of “she’s tough enough to figure this out” and “yeah, she’s still a kid, she needs my help”. Like I’ve talked about it before but he’s the dad who is not going to freak out over a bruise or her falling down or getting minorly sick. But he still has his moments of protective daddy.

Anyway, back to your question, yeah, she’s just like “it’s pads…and Midol…will you relax?” Until she texts Meredith or Megan who then calls Owen and tell him he needs to relax or else April will feel like she can’t go to him. But then they give him some real advice on how to help and it all works out.

He gets better as time goes on but as we saw in that chapter of “My Boy”, he’s still asking if she has everything and if she’s cramping. As she rolls her eyes and acts annoyed because “oh my god, you’re embarrassing me”…

But when she got her first period, I headcanon because she had all sisters, her family just didn’t care and she was on her own with any emotions surrounding it. So not that she’d ever say it out loud but she does appreciate it.

Also, Owen isn’t one to react much to her thinking he’s embarrassing or being too much. He’s just like “okay, cool, so anyway…you got your kit on you?” I don’t know if you’ve seen this episode where he’s just talking April’s ear off when she’s trapped in the bubble and doesn’t leave as she’s basically like “Ew dad, get out of my room!!” until he’s paged and has no real reaction. That’s basically their relationship summed up haha.

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Don't think you've got away from me with just 4 questions for Aon ;) 20, 25, 33 + 12 (this one for both canon!Aon & corpo!Aon)

Omfg you putting me up for some challenges here. Pls excuse if the answers for Corpo Aon are not as 'developed' as the ones for the main HC. But I will try my best for you!

20 - When they are sad or upset do they need company or some time alone

Canon Aon: In her teenage years she always reached out to the the people she considered as a confidant/friend or partner when she felt sad. It really helped her to hear encouraging words or just getting a hug. When she had to leave Moscow she lost a lot of trust and rather sticked to herself and hid this emotion behind other emotions like a security mechanism, so she doesn't had to reveal she felt sad. For example laughing over bad situations. She never really learned to reach out to someone again but good for her she found ppl who can look behind that mask (especially Anna and Kurt) and therefore can give her all the things she actually needs but would never ask for.

She can deal a lot 'better' with beeing upset even when she had to learn to calm her anger over such situations. It often just helps to talk openly about the things that annoy her, but if she gets to hot headed she rather be for herself to calm down to not say or do smth she would regret later

Corpo Aon: She's way more openly with those feelings and in general a more chill person. But that's because she has become 'emotionally numb' over the years with SovOil and sees a lot of think more rationally. But later when she's with Colonel Peacock a lot of the thick ice that she build up around her will melt and she will learn to become a person instead of a corpo robot.

25 - Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usally keep it to themselves or talk about it openly

Canon Aon: I think she developed a slight Agoraphobie especially in relation to large gatherings of people and large squares in cities. She has been followed by agents of the Secret Police for years and felt really insecure when she couldn't tell who are all the people around her. Getting paranoid and all that. She tries to hide that ofc or when Kurt wants to take her to the city she tries to find stupid excuses not to go. But at some point he even helped her to overcome that phobia.

And about fears there are two things. One as I mentioned in another question is that she doesn't want to dissapoint her loved ones. So probably a fear of failure. And the second is the fear to suffocate. Step(dick)dad put that trauma on her (I need to finish my writing *cries*). So everytime she gets in situations where she's really really low on air she can start to panic. Or if someone touches her by the throat (Kurt had to learn that at some point but turned it to smth good by showing gentleness. He can really be a good guy sometimes). And maybe quit smoking at some point, Aon. Could help. Just a hint lmao.

So all in all she tries to hide her emotions here too but sooner or later it will come to light or she has to adress it to not feel even more uncomfortable with it.

Corpo Aon: Can't really think of a phobias she might have but she actually fears to be alone and later in addition to lose things/ppl that are important to her. She was a huge loner in her SovOil time and therefore is a lot clingier than canon Aon. You therefore could imagine smth like midnight storm (since she already had big feels for Kurt there) and seeing him almost die, was a insane emotional rollercoaster.

And here she would be more open about those fears aswell.

33 - What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories

Good it is just ONE of the fondest. I am so bad at ranking stuff.

Canon Aon: I have a scene in mind, short after Midnight Storm when Kurt is at his lowest point ever he would visit Aon in Russia since he wants/needs her expertise to build up his black market (circus) empire. Aon would introduce him to some of her suppliers. I think it would be epic if she would work togehter with something like 'ice pirates'. I don't have a better name for it. Illegal smuggle ppl with a badass ice breaker ship. They would visit them in their 'pirate bay' far up in the north.

So Kurt is still really down, emotionally, physically, a mess in general. They would stay in a house/cabin at the pirates bay and Aon would ask him to come outside during the night to show him the northern lights. I like to imagine Mr. Worldwide has never seen them in reallife and would actually be wowed. And if there is something Aon really enjoys it's making the peacock speachless. So it was a small, kind of magic moment that helped to cheer him up. And around that time they started to become closer. It all still took some time to develope since they didn't saw each other regulary but let's say it was one of many moments that sparked something for them.

Corpo Aon: There are not much fond situations before she goes to America so one of the greatest memories she probably has was when she and Kurt opened up the Black Market in Dogtown and her businesses started to flourish. Like a new beginning for them - togehter. Leaving all past things behind.

12 - How high is their self-esteem

Canon Aon: When it comes to work her self-esteem is really high. She often even turns into a annoying know-it-all.

In other areas, she first had to learn her self-worth. Her parents, especially her stepfather, treated her like trash and she felt that way for many years. As unwanted, outcast and a mistake. Only when she was with the Nomads and found many people there who appreciated her, her personality etc. and later also met Kurt who accepted her with all her strengths and flaws as she is, it gave her a boost and she also became more confident here.

Corpo Aon: For the most part, she only defines herself through her work, so she has a stronger sense of self-worth. She also never had to go through the teenage traumas like Canon Aon. Well, she did go to war, but these experiences also helped her to grow.

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Your car will never be a show car. While it's in impressively good shape for its age, and people often express surprise about its condition, there has been no blobject renaissance. Cute cars from the era of soft shapes are firmly out. Nobody is desperately searching for a PT Cruiser. But you love your little jelly bean to death, and for years it’s been a thorn in your side that the first thing you did at 16 upon being given full control is switch the radio out. 

You just had to have a CD player and an aux port for your iPod, the cassette converter thingy wasn’t good enough for you. The aftermarket radio wound up looking dumb, the design severely clashing with the rest of the car’s knobs and gauges, and the CD player skipped at every tiny pothole and rock you drove over. It’s exceedingly low priority – you’ve been dealing with it so long that most days you don’t even notice, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter much at all – but for a while you've been set on reinstalling the factory radio someday.

You told Corey this early on, just in passing. You had no reason to think that he had internalized it. You didn’t realize at the time how Corey held onto things, good, bad, and neutral, with white knuckles in his heart. So, unbeknownst to you, he’s been looking for the right radio ever since. Now you sit in the backseat watching him disconnect the aftermarket radio’s wiring harness, half of your dashboard piled up in the driver's seat. You still haven't talked to him about the birthday thing. 

The drive home Wednesday night was quiet, just the road noise and the local college radio station turned low. Corey slumped against the passenger window with glazed eyes. When you glanced over at him, it seemed like he was barely there. You cursed yourself for thinking he could handle the hotbox, feeling bad because you knew it probably made his anxiety worse instead of better, and annoyed because you needed to talk to him about this birthday bullshit, but he was already going to be bummed out from the comedown. How hard would it have been for you to suggest snuffing out the joint as soon as you started to notice Corey getting wobbly? Of course not passing it to him wasn’t enough when the entire car was one swirling cloud. 

When you got home he was even clingier than normal, stalking you through your apartment with hunched shoulders until you sat on the couch and patted your thighs, beckoning him to come lay his head in your lap. 

That was when the floodgates opened. He must've been even worse off than you had thought, he didn't seem to have come down much at all yet. He was confused about why it was so different from last time, and reassurances that it was normal did nothing to quell his building panic. Despite your best effort to get him to resist, he followed the paranoia all the way down the rabbit hole, worrying that the joint was spiked, that Veronica had mixed something else with the weed, that she hated him, that he’d feel weird for the rest of his life. 

“Will you still love me if I feel this weird forever?” He asked, like he’d already been devastated by the answer.

“You’re not going to feel weird forever, Corey.” 

“But would you love me if I did?”

“I’d love you no matter what.” 

“No, you wouldn’t,” he insisted with tears in his eyes.

Like the night you watched The Lobster, you suddenly felt like you weren't really talking about him being stoned forever. Self-inflicted, you thought, and your annoyance settled into guilt.  

You swept your hand over his forehead, brushing his curls back. “I would.”  

You finally convinced him that he'd feel better if he took a shower. When he got out, you were lying in bed on your back, staring up at the ceiling. How had you let yourself make it this far without knowing his birthday? How could you miss such a big gap in your basic knowledge of him? And the date had come and gone since you met him! Did he say something and you just forgot? Are you a terrible girlfriend? 

Corey came into the room in his boxers, his skin still hot and pink, his hair towel dried. He curled up next to you with his head on your chest, and before you could say anything to him at all, he was asleep.

It feels like a rain cloud following you around. It's only been a couple days, but the window is closing, the problem edging closer and closer to being something you have to just let go. And you've considered letting it go. You're not mad at him, he doesn't seem to even realize you didn't know, and now you do know. The weak, sad version of you that stayed with Orin so long, that took forever to break things off with Hurley, certainly would have left it alone. But that feels like a regression. There just hasn't been a good time to bring it up yet. 

And now isn't a good time either. You've established a precedent, beginning all those weeks ago when he came to fix your sewing machine – you let him work in silence. If either of you speaks, it's always him who initiates, explaining what he’s doing, asking you to reposition the flashlight, giving you instructions for a task that requires more delicate fingers than his. It must be more than 100 degrees in the car, but the sweat that beads your forehead isn’t from the heat.

In front of you, Corey’s already securing the radio cage back into the dash, wordlessly reaching between the seats for you to hand him the screws one by one. The humidity turns his hair into a frizzy halo all around his head. You know he’s no angel, but his presence in your life feels like such a blessing, and while you might not be angry, the conversation will still be a confrontation. You’re terrified of pushing him away, scaring him off, like taking a step too quickly towards a backyard deer you want to eat out of your hand. If you’re not careful he’ll startle, bolting back into the woods, and you’ll be left standing there alone with a handful of wasted oats. He snaps the last piece of your dashboard into place, then rotates to look at you.

“Moment of truth,” he says. “Keys?”

You hand him your keys and he cranks the engine. Blue-green digits appear on the display. He clicks the radio’s power button and the speakers hum lowly with static. He spins the knob back and forth and the volume rises and falls. He presses a few of the other buttons, making sure the functions of all the rainbow wires he twisted together are present and accounted for, then he sets your clock and station presets for you.

"All good," he announces. 

"Yay!" You exclaim. "It's so nice to have her back to her original glory. I can't wait to start buying tapes from work. Thank you so much, Corey." You lean forward over the center console to give him a gentle, lingering kiss.

"No problem." He clears his throat.

"How did you find it anyway?" 

"I had some alerts set on parts websites. I almost had it a couple times but I kept losing it. Auction ending while I was at work, shit like that. I had to fight for this one. Like, I got in a bidding fight for it." 

You sense an opening. It’s not a good one, but you take it before you can change your mind. “I guess Madame Veronica was right,” you say. 

“What do you mean?” Corey asks.

“The shit she said about Aries. They like a challenge and fight for their loved ones or whatever.” 

He just looks at you and shakes his head no.

“Do you remember that conversation at all?” You ask. “You were pretty far gone.”

“It’s all fuzzy. She complimented Dad’s ring. I got a sandwich. The bathroom was really clean.” He shrugs.

Fuck, you think, somehow both disappointed and relieved. If he doesn’t remember then maybe… Maybe it actually would be okay to just let it go. Maybe it isn’t regression. The old you avoided conflict for your own sake, because you didn’t want to make yourself feel bad. But this isn’t that. This is a conflict you want to avoid for Corey’s sake. Do you really need to ask him why he didn’t tell you his birthday? The only people who don’t get excited about their birthday are people who were never celebrated enough, and people who wish they were never born in the first place. The implication makes your heart ache. What could you gain from the conversation that you don’t already know? Why hurt him needlessly? 

“Yeah. I’m so sorry about that. When you have a higher tolerance you don’t realize how much it can fuck somebody else up if they don’t have a tolerance at all. You don’t remember what happened when we got home either?” 

He shakes his head again. That settles it. If he doesn’t know how badly he spiraled, his overall impression of the night is probably pretty good, right? Why soil what little he remembers with a question that will feel like an accusation, no matter how much you insist it’s not? 

“Well, what happened?” 

“I got you to take a shower to sober up, but you didn’t sober up at all, you just rolled straight out of the shower and into bed. Out like a light.” 

Corey chuckles and it makes you giggle. Your giggle makes him laugh harder. His wide, dimpled smile floods you with affection. You crane over the center console to kiss him again, turning his laughter into a buzzing sound inside his face. The commercial block on the radio ends and the station identifies itself over the sparkling acoustic guitar of a late 90’s bubblegum pop hit. The song is cheesy, but the sentiment resonates. Would you love him, no matter what? I would.

You kiss him until the song ends. His face is damp and shiny when you pull away. 

“Let’s go inside,” you say. “It’s way too fucking hot out here.” 

Not long after you go inside, the sky turns a menacing gray, any trace of the sun blotted out. You hear distant thunder like a giant’s stomach rumbling, just as fat raindrops start to splash against the windows. You turn off all the lights in favor of a hoard of candles and the glow of the TV. Corey lays on the couch and you tangle yourself in his legs, settling in to play Smash Bros until your thumbs go numb. You’re extremely impressed with how good he’s gotten, and how quickly, but you’re far too competitive to allow the student to surpass the master, his every skill increase prompting one for you too. Almost every match goes into sudden death. When you can’t take another tie, you blow out all the candles and drag him off to bed.

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Corey wasn’t completely honest with you about what he remembers from Wednesday night. He didn’t quite lie, but he left something out, more of an impression than a memory. The impression that Veronica is a severe threat, well beyond the level of any other person in his life. 

The impression that she’s more dangerous than Phil and Joanna, who don’t understand the internet and have helped him enough to be implicated should anything happen, more dangerous than his boss Will, who only pays half of his employees the way the government requires him to and would have to answer for all the taxes he and Corey haven’t paid. The impression that she’s more dangerous than even you, the person most sure of the good inside him, but with the most information to damn him, and the best chance of convincing a DA that he manipulated you into protecting him, blinding you with gifts and acts of service. The impression that Veronica could, would, and will destroy everything he's worked so hard for. It's only a matter of when. 

That timer has been ticking since the first fateful day at the library, but the countdown has accelerated now, and will only keep getting faster, without the gravity of a looming first meeting weighing it down. He felt pressured to say yes to Veronica's joint without the reasonable protest of pot being illegal, and he senses he'll feel pressured to say yes to more and more social outings without the reasonable protest of not liking new people. But she's not new anymore, you'll say, batting your pretty puppy eyes. And Corey will have no choice but to follow you to his own undoing. 

In the dark he pulls you closer, wishing desperately that there was a way to have you all to himself. 

Corey’s intuition that meeting Veronica had broken the barrier between your time with him and the rest of your social calendar proves true two weeks later. He’s in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner dishes when he hears you answer a phone call. He freezes in place, fork resting against the half-scraped plate he holds over the trash can.

“No, I’m not busy… Right now? Yeah I can… Yeah, he’s here… Okay, I’ll offer those suggestions, haha… Alright, see you in 15. Love you!” 

He’s still standing hunched over the garbage, paused mid-scrape when you come into the kitchen. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, noticing his unnatural posture.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, resuming his task and trying not to panic. “Who were you talking to?”

“Rose. She needs some pants hemmed and she wanted to know if she could bring them by tonight. I told her it was okay, she said she understands if you just wanna stay in a different room while she’s here. I have to mark where the hem should be while she’s wearing the pants, but that should only take like 10 minutes.” 

Corey puts the dishes in the sink, very careful not to set them down with too much force, despite the fact that he wants to shatter them on the ground. “That’s fine,” he says.

“Are you sure? I can call her back and tell her to come a different time, or I can run over to her house instead and you can stay here, or sit in the car?”

He weighs his options. There was something you said once. Veronica is a pill, but Rose’s name suits her well. Which means that the consequences of refusing to meet or engage with her are probably minimal, that he can put off the inevitable for a day when he’s more prepared. That is, unless it gets back to Veronica that he avoided Rose. She would certainly think that reflected badly on him. And Rose allegedly being a sweetheart also means she could be an asset, a second sympathetic voice in chorus with yours. Veronica hearing that he agreed to meet her, having her vouch for him… This could be the one time meeting a new person is a good idea. If he never has to be in a position like this again, it would be too fucking soon. 

“It’s fine,” he affirms.

You come around the island to wrap your arms around him, smooching him all over his face. “Thank you, baby,” you murmur in his ear between kisses. 

Baby. The word dissolves his bones, turning him into a puddle at your feet. It’s only the second time you’ve ever called him that, and this time it isn’t mocking like it was when he struggled to hit the bong. This time you mean it. God, he is so fucked. No matter what happens from now on, he’s doomed, he’s damned, he’s absolutely, completely, irreparably fucked. But being torn apart by police dogs, giving the existing bullet hole in his window 1000 new friends in a shootout that he’s destined to lose, even life without parole would be worth it to hear you call him baby.  Stupid, lovesick bastard. 

When Rose arrives, Corey is sitting at the dining room table. 

“Hi, Corey! How are you tonight?” She asks like they're old friends. Her arms are loaded with fabric.

“Uh…Okay, and you?” He responds, caught off guard by just how different she already seems from Veronica. 

“I’m great! I’m so stoked for these pants to finally be the right length. Our girl over here is like a wizard, my clothes always come out so good when she fixes them.”

“Oh, stop,” you say, coming into the room with the step stool from the kitchen. 

"No, she's right. You always do a good job," he agrees. 

Rose goes down the hall to the bathroom, changes into one of the pairs of pants, and comes out to stand on the step stool. The three of you chat while you orbit around her feet with a pin cushion on your wrist, then she hops down to repeat the process. Corey’s shocked to find he enjoys the conversation. Even as it drains him to have his facade of normality tested like this, Rose is a soothing presence and he finds a sort of ease. It’s been so long since he’s done it, it takes him a minute to realize — this is what making a new friend feels like. Of course, any sense of calm Corey feels can only ever be short lived.

"Are you joining us for the bonfire, Corey?" Rose looks over her shoulder to address him as you pin the final pair of pants.

“What bonfire?” he asks. 

“We haven’t talked about it yet,” you say.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spring it on you." She looks between you, apologetic frown on her face.

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“What bonfire?” Corey asks again. 

“The annual Plymouth Records Summer Solstice bonfire,” you explain. “The store is closed that day and we all have a big party at the owner Gordon’s parents’ house. Is it his parents or maybe his aunt and uncle..?”  

“I think it’s his uncle,” Rose says.

“Right, it’s Gordon’s uncle’s house and it’s a big mansion on a bunch of acres in the middle of nowhere, and like, everybody in the scene comes and we just celebrate the longest day of the year.”

“It’s always a great time. This year Drew’s renting a smoker and everyone else is bringing meat and veggies for it! Who doesn’t love barbecue?”

Corey does love barbecue, but there is no food on Earth delicious enough to make him excited for a party in a mansion with all of your coworkers and God knows who else. He can see it now, one person stumbling up to him, insisting they know each other from somewhere. Another overhearing and joining in the guessing game. He does look awfully familiar. Everyone in the whole house studying his face and whispering suggestions into each other’s ears until a blood curdling scream cuts through all the noise and 100 fingers point at him. That’s the guy that killed that kid! He didn’t just kill a kid, he killed his own mother! How convenient to have a violent mob descend on him at a bonfire. All they’ll need to do is find a stake. 

Rose leaves to change again. 

“I’m sorry, Corey,” you say. “I didn’t want to present it to you like that.”

“Can we talk about it later?” 

“Of course.”

A door down the hallway opens. Rose returns in the outfit she came in, and hands you the pants you’d pinned, folded into a neat stack. The vibe is awkward now. She doesn’t stick around.

“Well, y’all have a good night. It was nice to meet you, Corey.”  

“You too,” he says. 

And it was. It’s not her fault wanted killers and backyard parties don’t mix. He just hopes that he was right about the protection being in her good graces might afford him. Clearly, he’s going to need it. She waves as she slips out the door. You close it behind her and flip the deadbolt lock into place for the night.

[yanderu-deredere]

How Eun-jeong Yoo, Fujio Watanabe, Gavin Ciarán Byrne, Gawain Dubhán Byrne react to the reader giving them the silent treatment

a/n: thank you so much for the request! please heed the warnings carefully as there's a few things i cover that can trigger other people. also, i gave eun-jeong a lil blurb becos i wanted to write him being a pathetic man™

warning: toxic relationships, implied physical abuse, mentions of implied non consent (in fujio's), emotional manipulation kind of? (in gawain's)

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

fairs pretty well considering he's one of the clingier yanderes

it really depends on where you are in your relationship

if you're in the part of your relationship where he's kidnapped you, he's a bit more understanding

after all, he's trapped you inside his apartment and won't let you go outside. he knows something like that can make resentment build up in a person and he can understand if that happens to you

however, he's a bit less... not understanding exactly but patient? if it's during the part of your relationship where the two of you are still 'normal' so to speak

eun-jeong definitely still tries to be compassionate as he can be; he'll try to reason with you, to talk it out with you and see if the two of you can have a conversation

out of everyone on the list, eun-jeong would definitely be the last to resort to drastic measures

if you can't be reasoned with, he won't really do anything

eun-jeong is nothing if not a pushover

so, if you don't want to talk to him, there's not much he can do. he'll beg and plead and cry, of course. it's really pathetic almost but if you don't budge, nothing will change

"Please, please..." Eun-jeong had been on his knees in front of you for what had felt like hours now but, still, you hadn't budged an inch.

You continued to stare at him with those cold, loveless eyes and all it did was wrench sob after sob out of his chest.

He'd grip your hands tighter in between his, his tears cascading down his cheeks just to land on your palms.

Still, you refused to utter a single word to him. You ignored him, kept ignoring him. He didn't understand why, for what purpose, you wouldn't speak long enough to explain.

All he could do was sob again, beg even more with that tired hoarse voice of his.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

im going to be writing this entire thing like a college kid trying to hit a word requirement on a paper but emmm

basically, fujio doesn't care loool

the only thing he cares about is that you're his, that you belong to him in your entirety like an object he can possess

as long as that's still a thing, he doesn't care if you ignore him for minutes, hours or even days.

the only time it'll start becoming a problem is if he starts getting horny or, in your desire to ignore him, you try to get away from him

becos you can ignore him all you want but you have to stay near him

you have to be where he can see you, where he can make sure you're safe and protected and make sure that nobody's fucking with what's his

if you start trying to get away from him, he'll get physical very quickly. he won't punish you immediately though. he'll just grab you and pull you back.

if you still continue to try to get away, well... fujio is a fan of physical punishments.

if you're still trying to get away from him and he gets horny... well, he'll try to resolve the problem as quick as he can. he may be a scumbag but he prefers it when you're all over him and not when it's against your will

however, out of the yanderes on this list, fujio is definitely the one with the shortest temper

gavin ciarán byrne ★ profile

i know i said that fujio has the quickest temper on this list but gavin definitely would break down the fastest

despite being proud of himself for being a 'free spirit' and 'being pretty open with anything', that's when he know what the hell is going on

if you just suddenly start ignoring him and he doesn't know why, he'll immediately panic

of course, he'll try to calm himself down and rationalise everything

like eun-jeong, he'll try to have a conversation with you first. he'll try to figure out why you're being like this, is there something he can do to make it up to you, to help you feel better, etc

if you're not amenable to any of that, well... he will be a lot like eun-jeong where he'll be crying and begging and on his knees

actually he's like eun-jeong but speed run eun-jeong loool

also he's a lot like eun-jeong except louder. definitely very very louder

and, unlike eun-jeong, he has a limit. he can go maybe a day or two, at most a week. but more than that? well, he might go crazy. and gavin's never gone crazy before so he doesn't know what he'll do if he goes crazy

you don't want to see him go crazy, do you?

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

the pettiest on the list i think loool

gawain is definitely very rational at first

he wants to talk you through it. what's wrong, what can he do to help, had he done something that warranted this, can he do something to make up for it, etc?

if you have the conversation with him, he'll be relieved

you will have a bonus talk afterwards though about the fact that you need to talk to him instead of ignoring him, that communication is one of the building blocks of a relationship, that you need to always communicate with him

if you're not all that receptive to his initial talk, however... well, two can play at this game. and gawain is the best

he'll still take care of you. he'll leave leftovers in the fridge, he'll give you time to use the restroom, he'll move his pillows to the couch

but he'll ignore you indefinitely til you crack. and you will crack. because he the one thing he won't allow you to do is leave his apartment

you won't be allowed to leave until you talk to him (or ever if you're at the point in your relationship already where he's kidnapped you)

trust him though, the loneliness and lack of people to interact with really start wearing down on you after a while and you'll come crawling back

don't worry, he'll welcome you back with warm arms and soft chastising words about how you should never do that ever again

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

[ @lovely-cadavers LIKED For A Starter || Leon ]

[ Luis ]

It had been a few minutes too long since Leon had left him standing in the living room, and Luis wasn't sure that he liked that. Leon wasn't exactly the kind of man he worried about in most situations, if only because Luis had personally seen how capable he was. There really was no reason at all for Luis to feel a vague sense of panic when he didn't hear anything from the bedroom, even when he strained to do so.

Maybe it was the trauma from what had happened in Valdelobos. That's what he liked to think, it was what he'd been diagnosed with, this was just a panic response that he had no control over. Being alone wasn't something he was particularly keen on anymore, not since he'd been left down there with a cigarette and little else. It had been close for him in those mines, but he'd managed not to bleed out. Somehow. Everything between what he thought was the last time he'd see Leon and the next time he did was a blur.

What he knew now was that he didn't like Leon being too far away from him for too long. Maybe it had taken them some time to find one another again, but now that they had, he was admittedly a lot clingier than he wanted to own up to most of the time.

This party tonight was starting to feel less important. It was some thing for the police department, the details were getting further and further from his mind. Panic was setting in, and by the time he finally realized he'd been pacing the living room, he was already leaving it.

Hitting the bedroom—recently, their bedroom—door with a flat palm, Luis tried to gulp down some of the alarm in his tone. How successful he was depended entirely on how loud and quickly he spoke, he knew, so he quietly, urgently uttered the first words that came to mind.

"Don't be naked. I'm coming in."

Maybe if Leon was naked, he'd feel a little better.

Really, he felt silly for how his heartbeat hammered in his chest, but he knew, logically, exactly why. Medically, it made sense to him. He'd treated patients with PTSD, at least loosely, when he'd worked for Umbrella. But actually experiencing it was something else entirely.

When he opened the door to find Leon in all of his beautiful glory just fretting in front of the mirror above the dresser, he felt a rush of relief. There had never been a more perfect sight than Leon's furrowed brow and unimpressed frown not quite looking at Luis over his shoulder. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Luis tried to keep his usual swagger in his step as he walked into the room.

“You look good, you know, Tigrito.” Luis purred, his voice only giving a little bit of a telltale shake, “What's the sour face for?”