#and that's it! no suffocating lore explanation please

[mssoapart]

[sickeddyville]

Guilt

Pair: zayne x reader

Prompt: you remembered everything. zayne got cursed because he saved you.

Note: i have not finished reading his myths, so this may be totally inaccurate 😭 but i've seen bits of his lore and its tearing me apart so here is full angst for yall.

Warning: pure angst no comfort (he's comforting u but..)

Part 2 | Part 3

you begin to distance yourself. It’s small at first—subtle. You try to make excuses not to see him, to change your primary care physician, to keep him at arm's length. If he’s not around, maybe he won���t suffer for knowing you. Maybe the curse won’t follow him. It’s a desperate attempt to protect him, even though you know deep down it’s futile.

When Zayne notices, he doesn’t let it slide.

“Where are you going?” His voice is gentle, but there’s a trace of concern lacing his words as he catches your wrist, stopping you before you can slip away.

You freeze, avoiding his gaze, unwilling to meet those kind eyes. “I’m just... I’m just changing my doctor. It’s nothing.”

“You’ve been distant lately,” Zayne presses, his tone more insistent now. “And now you’re changing your primary physician? What’s going on? Talk to me.”

You’re trapped. You can’t tell him the truth. You can’t tell him that everything is your fault. Instead, you try to brush it off.

“It’s nothing, really. Just... don’t worry about it.”

But he isn’t buying it. His hand tightens around your wrist, gently, yet firmly, pulling you into a quiet room where no one can hear.

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, his voice soft but unwavering. “I care about you, and I can’t just let you shut me out without an explanation.”

You swallow hard, feeling your chest tighten. The weight of your secret suffocating you. “I’m sorry, Zayne. I just need space. Please understand.”

But Zayne’s patience runs out. “No, I don’t understand. You’re shutting me out for a reason. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I just need to distance myself from you,” you say quietly, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to remain calm. “In that way, I won’t hurt you.”

Zayne’s brow furrows in confusion, his grip on your wrist tightening as if he’s trying to hold onto the fragments of you that he feels slipping away. “What are you talking about? You’re not hurting me.”

“You don’t understand,” you whisper, turning your face away to hide the tears that are beginning to form. “I have a feeling you already know what this is, what I’m doing to you. And I want to protect you, even if it means... this.”

He takes a step closer, his eyes softening with concern. “Protect me? By pushing me away?”

You simply nod, no words coming out of your mouth.

Zayne’s hand lifts, gently cupping your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I dont understand."

"I remember everything..." The silence between you both thickens, and you see the confusion in Zayne's eyes.

"Zayne... you were cursed because of me," you continue, the guilt you’ve kept buried rising to the surface in a flood of emotions you can’t stop. "We can’t be together. It’s all my fault."

The words spill out before you can stop them. You’re afraid that the truth is too much for him to understand, afraid he’ll never forgive you.

Zayne is silent for a beat, his hands frozen on your shoulders as if trying to process the gravity of what you’ve just said.

"You... you remember everything?" His voice is barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in it making your heart break even more.

You nod, tears streaming down your face as you look at him. "I remember our past life... And I remember that it was my fault. You were cursed because of me, Zayne. Every lifetime, every time... it’s always been because of me."

Zayne’s expression softens, but there’s still a struggle in his eyes. "But I don't remember any of it. How can this be... your fault? Why are you punishing yourself for something you can’t control?"

You take a breath, and then, barely able to speak through the lump in your throat, you say:

"From the start, I also had a heart condition. You were the Forseer... you had the Protocore that could save me." You pause, closing your eyes as the weight of the truth presses down on you. "You saved me, you betrayed Astra, the god you served... and he cursed you for every lifetime, Zayne. Every lifetime. It’s all my fault."

Zayne's eyes widen with realization, his breath hitching. He’s silent for a long while, he’s trying to make sense of everything.

You can’t stop the tears now, even as your heart shatters with the weight of it all. "I never wanted to bring this curse onto you. I didn’t want this. But... I couldn’t stop it. Every time... it’s always the same. You can never escape the consequences. I can never escape the fact that your life is tied to mine in ways that... hurt you. I’ve caused you so much pain."

Zayne takes a step toward you, his voice shaking but firm. "No. You didn’t cause this. This... curse—it wasn’t your fault. It was mine. From how I see it, I chose to defy Astra. I chose to save you, and I dont regret it."

He takes your hands, pulling them gently to his chest, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I’m not going to stand here and let you destroy yourself because of it. I don’t care about the curse. I care about you."

As you stay wrapped in Zayne's embrace, His steady heartbeat against your ear, reminds you just how deeply he's intertwined with your life.

You can’t let yourself stay with him.

Zayne’s arms tighten around you, his touch gentle but firm, his voice soft as he murmurs into your hair. "I won’t let you go. You’re not alone, no matter what you think. We can face this together."

You pull back slightly, forcing a small smile, masking the turmoil inside. "I know... but I need time. I need to think things through, Zayne."

His gaze softens, concern flickering in his eyes. "You don’t need time. You need me. I’m here for you. Always."

"I know.." you whispered, hugging him back and holding unto him tightly.

But you already have a plan, and though it breaks you inside, you know what you have to do. This pain—this love—it’s the only way to free him.

You just have to make him believe it.

[thelemoncoffee]

i've been playing SAR alot lately (cause i really want a specific cosmetic i have to complete a season pass to get) and i've been having brain worms for Saiouma playing it together.

please, allow me to brainrot for a post.

for ye who are unaware SAR (Super Animal Royale) is a top down battle royale with genetically engineered chibi furries in it called Super Animals. i don't normally like battle royales but this one is pretty nice with a good community, lore, and very rarely makes items unobtainable. its a good one for people who are looking for a chill battle royale, 10/10 would recommend

anywho saiouma playing SAR. i have so many brainworms- mostly to do with how they'd play the game, cosmetics they'd choose, and what game modes they'd prefer.

i can see Kokichi having been the one to have found the game, or was introduced to it by someone else, and then dragged Shuichi into it cause he wanted someone to share it with. he'd definatly into the classic royale modes (solo, duos, squads), and use to really love Mystery Mode before it was removed from the mode list (there's always mummers of it coming back, but it hasn't. he misses it so)

Shuichi on the other hand prefers the extra modes (SAW vs Rebellion, Bawking Dead) over the actual Royale, mostly cause the larger teams makes it less likely for him to die instantaneously, and in both cases death doesn't mean you are out of the game. in SVR your teams respawn but have a limited respawn count pool that's connected to how many points your team has left and the first team to 0 points loses, and in BD when you die you become a chicken zombie and get to be part of the respawning hoard attacking the remaining survivors. he doesn't like the stress being against 90% of the lobby right off the bat creates, so these two modes are all he ever plays unless Kokichi begs him to join him for a round of Duos.

weapons wise it's a bit trickier cause i'm not too familiar with all the weapons stats- hell i don't know the stats for the weapons i prefer- but fear not! i can uses the wiki to scrounge up stats and strategy information.

for these i'm formatting this a bit different cause there's two gun slots, a melee, a throwable weapon, and one power-up, so i'm going to do this but listing off the choices and explanations bullet point style. i won't list the melee options cause they are purely cosmetic, they all have the exact same stats and all choices are really just skins so it's pointless to list those off

Kokichi- Main gun: Hunting Rifle. Kokichi loves to makes this game hard on himself, so why not give him a really difficult gun to use, hell even the wiki is saying this gun is for experienced users. this thing needs to be reloaded ever shot, the reload takes longer than most guns, and it slows player movement the most out of any gun in the game (it's tied with the BCG in player speed but still). HOWEVER! despite this absolute bullshit, it's great gun in his hands cause if you know how to shoot it right you can break any level of armor in one shot and do critical damage to someone who's unarmored. Secondary gun: Thomas Gun. to combat his stubborn ass difficult main gun habits, this is his favorite late game gun. it's not too easy to find so when he can't find it he settles for anything he can get his hands on- but it's his favorite automatic cause it's great at destroying armor, doesn't slow his movements, and is designed for his preferred close range combat style. it's really good for when he get into the final 10 range and needs a quicker gun to wipe out his opponents in their now insanely smaller arena that is still rapidly closing in on them, threatening to suffocate them to death if they can't kill one another fast enough Powerup: Skunk Gas Snorkel. so the arena gets smaller via a ring of green gas called Super Skunk Gas that slowly suffocates you- there are also skunk bombs that people can throw to make smaller temporary clouds of it. this items allows you to take less damage while in the gas, and Kokichi, who loves to play games the hard way, would purposefully like to play chicken with the skunk gas and uses this to keep himself just a little safer Throwable: Banana. it's literally just a banana, you can use them to slip anyone both enemy and teammate and stun them for a few seconds. he uses these exclusively on his teammates to annoy the shit out of them.

Shuichi- Main gun: AK. imma be real i'm giving him my main guns cause i genuinely feel like my play style suits him. the AK is an automatic he picked up cause it's an automatic and that means he doesn't have to spam click, but kept it cause it works well with his tunnel vision game play style. it is one of the guns that slows you down the most when holding, and isn't the best for close combat, but put him in a small corridor with people running at him and he can plow them down with it while standing still (aha, i do that) Secondary gun: SMG. this is a lighter automatic gun that's bullet spread is pretty wide, so he uses it mostly when on the move and in wide open spaces as he moves from one cubbyhole of the map to the next. they also shoot a bit faster than the AK but that means nothing to him when half the bullets miss the target by the nature of the gun's balancing. Powerup: Ninja booties. these reduce the amount of noice your character makes while moving and increases your speed just a hair, they also hide your footprints that zombies in BD can normally see and follow. they don't actually help him out too much given he doesn't know how to stealth play to save his life, but they give him a sense of comfort to some degree and that's what matters Throwable: zipline. Shuichi- like most SAR players- cannot resist the sweet lure of a zipline to be mindlessly played on for way too long in the middle of a match, so why not be the one to deploy them and trigger the collective braincell? besides, he forgets he has the other throwables when they're needed in combat

okay, now i got that done, i know i made a post once where i assigned the V3 cast super animal skins, but that was based on which i think they'd be as characters, not as actual preferred skins. so now i present to you what i think Saiouma's main three skin choices would be

Kokichi- -his is pretty difficult for me to pick with cause there's a good few i think he'd really love. but my faves for him are the Alebrije variants of various animals due to how neon they are. there's six of them but the one i think he'd like the most is the tiger variant -for something less eyestrain tho, i also thin he'd like the pig on the principle of i hc that's his fave animal. i picked the Lunar Pig cause it's red and i also hc that's his fave color. he literally would use this just because it's two fave things in one -he'd also really like the dragons because dragons are fucking sick as hell, any skin would do but i think he'd get the Ice Wyvern first just because it's the hardest to get

Shuichi- -similar to why i picked the lunar pig, Shuichi's main is the Yellow Bearded Dragon because i hc he likes yellow and reptiles. his favorite Reptile is snakes, but there's no snakes in SAR so he went with the cutest reptile option they had instead - i cannot be convinced Shuichi didn't see the Tibetan Fox, wheeze laugh at it's stupid face for far too long, then decide to get him simply for his own amusement -the Goth Possum is his second favorite skin in the whole game honestly, he likes how it looks like it has eyebags, and it's gothic

okay i'm done now- i'd add weapon skins too but this post it too long as is, feel free to send me asks if you wanna know about those tho

[kaedeharakazuhasdefenseenby]

BeiKazu and "Proship"

Disclaimer: This blog is mainly a space for me to vent out my frustrations in a cohesive way. It's not intended teach anything. Recently I've come across a Twitter page that had BeiKazu and ZhongTao on the DNI list under incest proship. There were so many emotions running through me that night, I couldn't keep my head on straight. For the record, I am a Kazuha fictive and I am close with a Zhongli and a Hu Tao fictive in another system. We've all bonded over how awful these accusations have made us feel and the discussions tend to last many hours. I am working on source separation so please bear with me for the language style I use in this post; I know I'm not the actual character but an interpretation. However, I still have feelings about this discourse. While pseudomemories aren't exactly real, they do feel real and sometimes it can be difficult to stay level-headed about the false past. It seems that some people, mainly those who don't understand the concept of found family (or ignore it entirely) and those ignorant of cultures vastly different from theirs, see Beidou as a sibling or a parental figure in my life. This is entirely false. My memories of her are deeply personal so I will be vague, but an explanation is necessary. If you're familiar with the lore, you would know that I'm not fond of talking about my past and that my closest friend was killed. What you won't know is that Tomo was my soulmate and the love of my life. Once his body hit the ground, I realized all too late that I loved him and wanted a domestic life with him. After stealing his Vision Shell, I shut down and put up various walls around my heart. I didn't want to feel that kind of pain again. Aboard the Alcor, the crew were very invasive about my past. Beidou, however, was not. I respect and admire her so very deeply, and I am grateful for her taking me in and giving me a safe place. We spent time together and would often talk below the stars that blanketed the navy blue sky. Sometimes she would drink and when she did, I took care of her when she was out of commission. I cleaned her up, stayed up all night watching over her to make sure she was safe. Eventually she earned my trust and broke down some of those walls I was hiding behind. I told her about Tomo. She held me while I wept in her arms for hours and that night we kissed for the first time. Beidou is a woman I fiercely look up to and given that plus her being my elder, I would use honorifics with her sometimes. She is not and has never been my mother or my sister. We mutually care for each other and there is not any kind of power dynamic between us. I don't understand the desire to demonize found family so aggressively. When you have a long term domestic partner or a spouse, you are legally recognized as family are you not? Is that not befitting this proship argument going around? It sounds silly when you think about it. Yes, Beidou is family because she offered me roots when I was wandering in search of an escape from my heartbreak. We're partners as part of her crew, not siblings-- and I certainly do not have an Oedipus complex! Unfortunate truth be told, I just wanted somewhere- someone- to call home again. I love traveling, but aloneness can feel suffocating sometimes. Beidou opened her heart to a damaged samurai and patched up his heart. I'll always be grateful for that. --

The other argument I saw against us is that we are both "gay-coded." Headcanons are beautiful and fascinating in my opinion, but I can't say I feel fond of people bashing my relationships with feminine presenting people because they see me as gay. As an alter, I'm intersex and queer so that relationship wouldn't be cishet in anyway-- but who's to say Beidou is cishet? What if she's transgender? Or genderfluid? Or bisexual or pansexual? What if she is also intersex? I suppose the root of my issue comes from feeling upset that my bond has been demonized. After I lost Tomo, I was lost and broken. Beidou was the one who showed me that it was still possible for me to be in love and share my life with someone. I gave her my heart and I don't regret it. At the end of the day you can absolutely have opinions, but it stops being subjective and starts being aggressive and hostile when you demonize certain dynamics or cultural norms and resort to insults. Culture shock can be overcome with effort and learning. There's no excuse to stay ignorant. You also never know who will be looking at your content. Strangers on the internet aren't owed a filter or kindness, but be aware that you could very well be hurting someone with your expression. BeiKazu is not proship and it never will be. My heart aches knowing that some people think that way.

[tomsandal]

The one where Tom went "can I just make stuff up?" and didn't wait for an answer

a/n: incredibly terrible title brought to you by you yes you who couldn't give me better one heart

characters: červená kapota, tom sandál

warnings: teensy weensy cosmic horror/death depiction at the start (because i am a moron and a fool and forgot what genre im writing), alcohol mention

words: 1,8k

To truly start at the story’s beginning, we’ll need to go many pages back in history books.

It was millennia ago, when something very strange took place and changed the world from how it was known.

It so happened that, for some mysterious reason, a meteorite crashed down on earth and landed in a crater in some frankly unnoteworthy forest.

This incident did not go without notice of course, and not too long after it had fallen were there already parties of plenty that were eager to find out what strangeness took place the night before. Many ventured into the forest, allured by the mystery or driven by their responsibility to protect their village, but not a single one of those brave souls has ever made the journey back. And so the number of volunteers and explorers thinned over time, for the prospect of being lost to those woods without a seeming trace was enough to ward off even the bravest of the brave.

However all those who did go, did not disappear in an equal way.

Some of those who ventured started to feel effects of a mysterious force soon after the start of their journey. Those ones met their end lying down on the forest floor, feverish and plagued by visions indescribable. No man’s willpower to follow common sense and go back home could win over the pull of the compelling presence.

But some of them pulled through. The strongest and greatest of them all did get to see what their end goal was this whole time.

There in the clearing lay the mystery. Patches of brilliant blue were shining among the dark stone, twinkling not unlike the stars that hung above them.

And standing there, in this crushing magical presence, humans did what humans tend to do and moved to touch the shiny stone.

It was no easy feat, bracing against the sheer force of the meteorite this close to the source of all this madness, but some of them managed to do so.

Finally, with their goal at their literal fingertips, they laid their hands at the glittering surface. And their hands melted right off.

The lucky ones died from the immediate shock from the pain. The rest bled out among the grass, suffocating in the stone’s heavy aura.

And some of them leaned even closer... for the call had won over.

For some time has the stone been left undisturbed, lying unmoved while its surroundings changed as the years went by. No wise enough soul dared to enter the haunted forest. And so the years passed in hundreds and the celestial body had started to merge with the surrounding environment. Many years has it been since then, when it was finally fully covered and sunken deep into the ground and its power dimmed to a hum.

If you were to walk by that place at that moment, you wouldn't think there to be anything out of the ordinary. And so didn't the people that had settled there.

Who might know why they chose this secluded woodland place for their settlement but they did and surprisingly prospered without any casualties.

The stone's powers have dulled over the centuries but they were still there nonetheless, even if only in a shadow of its former self, and the construction and disturbance of the ground was bound to wake it up.

And so the energy started seeping out, warping the unaware residence in the process. With each generation grew the changes more profound, until the place was almost unrecognizable. Plants grew wild and high, displaying colours very uncommon to vegetation anywhere, the roaming animals wouldn't be recognized even by the highest of scholars, trees grew twisted with leaves of gold and humans were born with features never seen before. Their hair was bright and shining in arrays of blues, purples and greens, just like the lights in the sky that could be seen from time to time. But since no negative effect seemed to take place, this magical village of star-touched people lived in-

“Star-touched...really.”

“Yes and no interruptions please.”

-lived in peace. But time was not kind to them.

The year was 1610, the witchcraft craze was at its peak and it didn’t take long until the hunt was brought to them as well. Their clearly otherworldly appearance couldn't be excused and many fell on the trials, under the hands of men driven by fear and hatred. The rest left their homeland, which ended promptly burned to the ground. From then on, they lived as hermits far, far from the human eye.

They lay in hiding for long, until their time has finally come, when people started walking among themselves with wild bright coloured hair and-

“wait, wait what about the magical wolves”

“That is tied to my own personal upbringing and no, was not in fact universal for everyone, stop messing up the timeline”

“oh I am messing up the timeline and not you making something different every ti-”

“As i was saying-” “and when do the glow squids come in” “My glow squid ancestry is clearly the reason for my eyes not the hair ”

“yes, of course, the eyes that are obviously not coloured contacts”

“Keep that tone to yourself and shush.”

///

It was a pleasant summer night, the air was crisp and the streets were quiet. And there, in a certain bar, sat two peculiar people.

Kapota sighed and let her friend-but not friend-associate from work-but not wanting to kill each other right now-buddy ramble on as she took a sip from her glass. She had ordered something called the Hanky Panky Cocktail Supreme and deemed it as decent enough, if a bit overpriced for a glorified gin and fernet.

Still, she would rather be holding a pint of good old fashioned beer, but finding a place around these parts with a half decent beer is near impossible. She will not be drinking that dishwater no thank you.

Good thing that she’s a skilled fancy drinker. A life skill which she picked up from her business bar outings, such as now, which maybe wasn't actually the most objective of examples since most of those were with Tom.

Not that the aforementioned was any help in the drink picking department, that maniac of a man just sashays to the bar and orders a literal colour and when no further explanation is given the bemused barkeep has to pick themselves from their array of colourful drinks.

Seems that they picked well today, because the current “pink” already sat empty before Tom.

She continued to mull over this and that, all the while enjoying the bar’s comfortable atmosphere, when something caught her attention.

“wait wait roll that back”

“Why, could it be that you weren’t paying attention?”

“Yes I was, but what were you saying about pointed ears?”

“Oh, just that the star-touched had pointy ears alongside the wild hair.”

“well, please do pray tell me Sandál dearest how could it be that your ears are rounded”

“As I said, a long time ago in the times most desperate, riddled with fear, pain and terror, food was scarce and from the terrible hunger they gnawed on their ears until they were completely rounded and from then on this feature was lost to them.”

“ok see now i know you're just making fun of me because thats just from that dumb movie you like”

“should have been listening.

Honestly why do i even bother, I am so generously sharing the long lost history of my kind and yet this audience is so ungrateful”

“noo i like your lore, don’t worry it's much more entertaining than ‘I went to the aisle 12 in Kaufland and picked the gaudiest shade of purple they had’”

Tom just grumbled to that and moved to take a demonstrative swig of his drink, but then he realized he didn't have any left anymore so he instead picked up the little paper umbrella and pointed it accusatively at Kapota.

“Never, have I been more disrespected, as I am right now.” He complained, while accentuating every word with a swish of the tiny umbrella.

“It's nothing personal pal, but you can’t exactly expect people to believe you with a name like yours.”

“Oh that's rich coming from you!”

“I'll let you know that the Kapota name is very ancient and regal, thank you very much. Passed down only by the generations of the clan McKap”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s true look it up”

“Not happening, if i did that you would just laugh at me that i fell for it.”

“Well in that case I guess you’ll never know”

“oh shut up!”

“you shut up!”

…

It was a pleasant summer night, the air was crisp and the streets were quiet. And there, in a certain bar, bickered two peculiar people.

///

All in all Tom would consider this a successful night. He left the bar on his own two feet, had all his belongings still with him, including both of his important trademark sandals still on, and head somewhat clear.

About ten minutes back, they had been politely ushered out of the bar, because it was apparently closing. The shiny sign with the numbers 24 and 7 would beg to differ but sure.

Yeah, ‘always open’ my arse, people can't even trust bars these days.

He wasn’t really upset though, couldn’t blame the poor bloke either, because anyone who had to listen to their nonsense for the past -who knows how long- had all the right to kick them out. It didn’t matter anyway, tonight really was quite nice.

So now they were just lounging together on the sidewalk, enjoying the chilly air.

A lone car sped by somewhere in the distance.

Tom gently thunked his head on the wall behind him and let out a content sigh, next to him Kapota finally broke the silence.

“So...who’s the designated driver, hahh”

A good question indeed, since neither of them even closely qualify to anything akin to sober. Not that it would have changed much, given the fact that Tom does not in fact have a driving licence anyway. His most beloved, bless their heart, is incredibly awesome and does have one of those and drives him around in times of need. This would seem like a time of need and it wouldn't even be the first time Kap would hitch a ride with them, but this hour, other than time of need, is also time commonly known as ‘very late’.

“I guess I can try to give Tobi a call, but I dunno it's pretty late...”

“Nah, let ‘em sleep”

“So whats the battle plan Kaptn’? ”

“Where's the uhhh friggin closest bus stop.”

“Few damn blocks away at least that's for sure”

“Awesome... lets go its field trip time”

And so they went onto the grand adventure of getting safely home.

Some would deem it highly unwise to blunder around dark alleyways in the middle of the night, but honestly, unfortunate are those street rats who shall foolheartedly decide to pick those two fools as their next victims.

[pagesofivy]

Can I have some flangst with Dean please? You can do what ever you want 😄

Of course! Also, it got a little long so there’s a read more link in here and I’m not even sorry

Watching Dean flirt and canoodle with other women always makes you feel insufficient and insecure. Sure, you’ve kept your feelings for Dean a secret- from him at least, Sam’d sussed it out of you one night when you were drunk- so it’s not like you can blame him for flirting and sleeping with women who aren’t you, but it still hurts. 

As she laughs loudly at something Dean says, you can’t handle it anymore and slam your bottle on the table, pushing yourself from the booth as you practically run for the door, feeling like you’re suffocating.

You don’t realize anyone’s followed you until Dean sidles up beside you and speaks. “You okay?” He asks, and even his voice is grating on your nerves all the sudden.

“I’m fine, Dean. Go back to Macy or Lacy or whatever the hell her name is. I’m going back to the hotel.” You don’t give him time to answer, just walk away, your fists clenched at your sides. Dean watches after you for a few moments before returning to the booth, Sam shooting him a concerned look, wanting to know what happened.

Dean gives the girl- Tracy, he thinks- an apologetic smile and some lame excuse, nudging her from the booth. 

“Sam, (Y/N) nearly bit my head off when I went out to check on her and then literally stomped off. She didn’t tell me what was up but she said she was gonna walk back. We gotta get her.” Dean’s practically vibrating with the need to make sure you’re safe, but Sam grabs his arm and shakes his head.

“Dean, we can’t. (Y/N), she- you- You should give her a chance to cool off.” Sam trips over his words and Dean narrows his eyes at his brother. 

“(Y/N) what, Sam?” Dean asks, and Sam flushes, shaking his head slowly.

“Fine. I’m not supposed to say, but she loves you, you know?” The secret’s out and Sam only feels a little guilty, but it’s about fucking time someone did something to get the two of you together.

“She does?” Dean’s eyes are wide, his face slack, his disbelief apparent, and Sam rolls his eyes. 

“She does, Dean. I guess she’d had enough of seeing you flirt with other women.” Sam says with a shrug, and Dean frowns.

“Well shit.”

~~

You spend the week avoiding Dean, which turns out a lot harder than it sounds. First, you have to spend ride back to the bunker with him in Baby, and he’s quiet almost the entire ride. Sam actually fills the quiet with talk of lore, sports, the newest movies, latest books he’s read, literally anything he can think of. 

You do your best to keep the conversation with Sam going, but eventually you doze off, and the car falls into quiet. Dean keeps glancing back at you, a soft smile on his face, and Sam just smirks silently.

You wake up ten minutes away from the Bunker but don’t say a word, still sleepy, and when you arrive, you grab your bag and trudge to your room, falling back asleep almost instantly. 

Dean and Sam take their time, carefully cleaning the weapons and unpacking their stuff in thoughtful silence. Sam’s making a bet with himself on when you and Dean will finally become official, Dean wondering how he can make up for all the shit he’s done before he realized you felt the same way. Those women had just been to push you from his mind, and now that he knows you love him too, he’s going to do all he can to fix things and show you how he feels.

Dean implements his plan the next morning, getting up before you to make your favorite breakfast. It’s ready just as you pad into the kitchen, and Dean smiles softly at you as he plates the food and holds it out to you.

You eye the plate suspiciously but take it, setting down and digging in. It tastes good, almost better than when you make it yourself, and you let out a quiet moan of pleasure when the taste hits your tongue. 

Dean busies himself with other things around the kitchen, but he keeps you in his peripheral, grinning when you’re happy with the food. 

When you’re finished, you thank him, rinse your plate, and move on, off to do other things. Like hide in your room with Netflix and a book. Far away from Dean. 

But of course, halfway through your show, Dean knocks on the door and pops in, starts talking to you about your show and what you want for lunch and dinner and “Maybe we’ll go to that diner in town you like so much?” but you brush off his offer and shoo him out of your room, eventually. 

The week continues much the same, Dean with breakfast, then trying to insert himself into whatever you’re doing. 

Sam hasn’t said anything about potential cases, so you figure you’re on a bit of a break, which is honestly a fucking relief because you were starting to feel pretty ragged.

By the end of the week, you’re about done with Dean’s existence. Normally you’d love to spend so much time with him, but you’re supposed to be still annoyed with him and getting over your feelings, but him being around so much is not helping with either of those things. 

Today when he knocks on your door, it’s because you haven’t come out for breakfast. He waits for you to let him in and jumps back a little when you pull the door open forcefully, annoyance (and a little bit of desperation) written across your face.

“What the hell do you want, Dean? Why have you been hanging around me so much this week? What do you want from me?” You cry, pleading with him for an explanation, and Dean’s cheeks flush.

“I- you- I feel like a dick, (Y/N), and I wanted to make it up to you. I’ve been blind for so fucking long, if Sam hadn’t clued me in, we’d both be even more miserable in our same old routine-” All color drains from your face and you groan, gently hitting your head against the door.

“What’d Sam tell you?” You ask quietly, eye closed, afraid to look at Dean and see his reaction to exactly what you know Sam told him. That you loved him.

“Sweetheart, I need you to look at me.” He whispers, a couple steps closer, and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter for a moment before turning and meeting his gaze.

“I love you too.” He declares, and you’re so surprised you actually take a step back, apprehensive. 

“Don’t fuck with me, Dean. Not about this.” You warn lowly, and Dean puts his hands up in a “not me” kind of way.

“I wouldn’t, not about this.” He assures, and you only hesitate a moment before slowly moving to stand toe to toe with him, looking up into his green eyes.

“Prove it.” you challenge, and his hands come up, capturing your face between them as he kisses you hungrily, emotions pouring out. You respond, kissing him back with as much passion, and he gently walks you back towards your bed, not breaking the kiss until you two fall into bed, then cuddling and kissing you even more. 

“I’m not letting you go now.” He murmurs between kisses and this time, you won’t argue.

I’m doing drabbles this week!

[ao3feed-rhack]

illuminate & obscure

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by Mr_Morningstar

When Jack - he asks to call him Jack - kisses him it's like a breath of fresh air. A sudden and crushing feeling. But in a good way. Always in a good way.

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Kissing Jack is suffocating. He's overwhelming and Rhys wants to give up and drown in him. The lack of oxygen burns his lungs.

Words: 1005, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of the darkest hour is that before the dawn

Fandoms: Borderlands (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Handsome Jack (Borderlands), Timothy Lawrence, Rhys (Borderlands)

Relationships: Handsome Jack/Timothy Lawrence, Handsome Jack/Rhys (Borderlands)

Additional Tags: guess who's back with no explanations or actual plot, in this house we cherish Timothy's freckles, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Tim's freckles origin story for this AU i guess, Jack Has Feelings, we're giving Rhys some moles cause i've said so, Past Relationship(s), Or Is It?, some AU Jack lore, what is Jack please send help for readers, Jack being not only an eldritch abomination in this AU? it's more likely than you think, the bitch has a humanish body now so good for him not being a mess of tentacles and eyes 24/7, Rhys asks questions and Jack only gives more lame pickup lines

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