#do just tell me if you guys want something longer

[sunasbabie]

little something for the birthday boy, also i haven't written in over 3 years LOL

it’s the 24th of january and it’s been 5 days since your boyfriend left for an away game, 5 days too long. you were never one to complain whenever rintaro went on away games, you understood that it was part of his job and you knew that even then when the two of you were both teenagers just figuring out your feelings for each other, but now that you’re together and used to seeing each other every day, it’s harder being away from him. especially when you want to spend his birthday with him and not just over the phone.

“how was the game today” you asked as you sat on the couch where you and your boyfriend would usually sit and catch up on shows you missed or movies you’ve been wanting to watch.

“it was a tight game babe, just like you” he chuckled “but we won”.

after knowing him for so long you’ve gotten used to how your boyfriend responds to things, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in response. he’s always been like this, always trying to make stupid jokes, you’d never admit it but it makes you smile everytime, even if they’re stupid.

“you’re so stupid” you stood up and walked towards the window, “i’m glad you guys won”

“yeah, i’m really tired though, can’t want to get home and lay in bed with you”

“i miss you rin” you couldn’t help but say the truth, you’ve never been one to not tell rin you’ve missed him or that you love him. that’s just how you’ve always been with him and that’s one of the reasons why he fell in love with you.

rin smiled to himself upon hearing you say that, of course he knew that but hearing you say that you’ve missed him makes him happy, “i miss you too baby, don’t worry i’ll be home on the 26th”

you frown upon hearing his response, you wanted to spend his birthday with him but apparently this year you couldn’t cause he was out of town.

“aww so you won’t be here for your birthday?” you pouted as if he could see your face right now

“no i won’t, but i’m free the entire day when i get back, we can do something then”

“okay, no complaining about being tired okay cause i’ve got something planned” you grip your phone, excited at the thought of seeing rin in two days and spending the whole day with him after not seeing him for almost a week.

rintaro smiles at the sound of excitement in your voice “don’t worry, i won’t”

“great, i’ll see you in 2 days rin. i love you.”

“i love you, i can’t wait to see you”

and with that you hung up the phone and started to plan rin’s birthday.

—

it was around 12:30am when you heard the locks of your apartment door turning, thinking that someone was trying to break into your apartment. you grabbed the nearest thing that you could swing at the person to hurt them, which was strangely a frying pan.

you walked closer to the door and when the door swung open you saw your boyfriend carrying all his bags walk through the door. you relax and lower the pan and put it on the couch.

you ran up to rintaro, hugging him by the waist, “what the hell rintaro you scared me, you said you’d be home on the 26th? what are you doing here” you looked up at him,seeing his face for the first time in a while and missing him.

he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you back, “i got on the last train going home, i missed you and couldn’t wait” he explained as he hugged you tighter.

you hold on to him for a little longer before moving your hands to his shoulders as you stand on your toes, leaning in to kiss him. you felt him kiss you back, you pulled away but stayed close his face before whispering “happy birthday rin, i love you” before leaning in and giving him another kiss.

"i love you" rintaro couldn’t think of getting anything better for his birthday, after all he’s got all he’s ever wanted. you.

[always-just-red]

Hello! Y'know that one line of Sylus talking about his muscles saying "They're not real. But they move." The way he casually admits to not being entirely human

Could I request something angsty where Sylus has an uncanny valley aura about him where you just FELL something's not right and Sylus is all :( cause he can't make the MC feel comfortable around him but it's not like he can fix it either

Just a quick little fic for this whilst I work on a longer fic! Realised like two paragraphs in that I had the opportunity to do the most evil thing ever, so I did!! 😇 I'm really proud of this one guys pls show it some love! And thanks for the prompt, anon! You are my co-conspirator in all this evilness, mwa ha ha DISCLAIMER: This work does not reflect the feelings of the author, who would die for Sylus! Wants to hold Sylus's face in her hands and tell him he is everything good and pure in this dark, cynical chess game we call life! 😎✨

Monster

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: A Deepspace Hunter's instincts never lie...

Genre: angst oh my GOSH so much angst

Warnings/Additional tags: f!reader, AU I guess as this is a different spin on an existing scene, *passes you some tissues* here you might need these! 🥰

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

You know monsters.

Earth-shattering. Sky-shearing. Teeth, reckless: always striving for something soft to sink into. To make a home in and to eviscerate. You’ve been grazed by it— kissed by that violence more times than you can count— and you are not soft anymore; there isn’t space for it. There are scars and then there’s armour, the kind you carry with you, the kind you couldn’t shed if you tried, and you haven’t tried, because why would you?

Horror isn’t loud and cataclysmic, it’s quiet. It’s those few seconds before your Hunter’s watch signals a fluctuation of Metaflux. A premonition, trained, or maybe just human instinct, raw and vulnerable: something is wrong, here. That prickle on your skin— the tip of that claw, raked, snaked down your spine. You feel it whenever a Wanderer lurks in the shadows, or beneath a stretch of water that’s unfathomably deep and far, far too still.

Sometimes, you feel it when you look at Sylus.

I know monsters.

Before you, a fragment of a mural tells a very old story, and beside you, a red-eyed man is thinking of flowers. It’s late, and the museum is quiet. You look at the fragment’s centre, where a female warrior is plunging a blade through a dragon’s heart. “Look,” you say, nodding at the figure with a half-smile. “My predecessor.”

Sylus hums thoughtfully. “What makes you say that?”

“Because that looks like a standard Tuesday to me. Some things never change, huh?”

But other things do. With a chuckle, Sylus draws closer to you. The rumble of his laughter is warm and familiar, and his hand is near yours as he bends to examine the mural. He wants you to take it, to thread your fingers through his like you do when you resonate, when you need his power and he needs yours, except neither of you need it now. Why, then?

You know. Of course you know.

The man is all softness, voice and gaze like an afternoon sun in late summer that lulls you to sleep with thick, golden light. Always trying to evoke a dream. It’s weakness, it’s the dragon on the mural with a split heart, bleeding, and you’ll never understand why Sylus wears his on his sleeve.

It’ll be the death of him, one day. It’s set in stone. Right here.

When Sylus touches you— when the tip of his finger catches yours and makes an honest, desperate request— you don’t pull away. Something inside tugs at you, warns you, tells you a monster without a sword in its chest is one that can bite. What colour of blood would your hands prefer? His? Your own?

Your veins are cold and something is wrong, but no, you don’t pull away, because Sylus knows monsters too. Some declare themselves with twisted horns, razorlike wings and a long, barbed tail. Others declare themselves with something as subtle as a touch, withdrawn.

When Sylus steps away from you, that gash of dread closes up inside you. Heals like his wounds: no mess, no scar, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

He’s had a long time to look at the mural, and he smiles wistfully at the woman at its centre. “Some things never change,” he echoes, and it sounds as though there’s blood in his lungs, his throat, and that he has to swallow it down to say anything at all. It must sting.

“All in a day’s work for a Deepspace Hunter,” you joke flatly. You’re not even sure Sylus hears it.

Both of you stare at your fragment of history: an execution, a liberation. A matter of perspective. “Maybe…” Sylus begins, but then thinks better of it.

“Maybe what?”

He’s seeing something you don’t.

“Maybe what, Sylus?”

He spares you a glance. “The pose,” he says, indicating the warrior. “It’s ambiguous. Perhaps she isn’t slaying the beast, she could be—”

“Saving it?”

You’re considering a new perspective. Tapping a finger against your cheek as you lock eyes with your history— that elusive dream— ever oblivious to what’s behind you:

There’s a look of sheer, infinite longing— a gaze that’s been empty of you for too long, so sick of starvation, and determined to have its fill in the few, fleeting moments it can. It’s ravenous: dangerous, sharp, and irrevocably yours, if you would only turn around.

There are teeth and claws, but they’re all of them tame, and that makes them soft, doesn’t it? You could trust them on your skin. Turn around.

You do, and you are not the girl from the mural who tucked wildflowers into his hair and who sung him a song he still hears in his sleep. Sylus’s heart aches.

You are the girl from the mural who’s slaying a dragon, because it’s the oldest story, the only story.

Your eyes harden.

“Who would pull out a sword to save a monster?”

[myjjongie]

۶ৎ SWEET, SWEET, SWEET, KISS ── s. jaeyun

IN WHICH: you've never had your first kiss before. who better to help you out with that problem? your lovely boyfriend jake of course!

PAIRING: bf!jake x gf!fem reader GENRE/WARNINGS: fluff, established relationship, skin ship, kissing WORD COUNT: 1.2k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: this was posted way later than i intended, sorry about that :P but here it is whaaat !!?? also yes its lowercase intended i'm sorry i'm crazy </3 and lastly hope yall like it !! <3

it had been a month since you confessed to jake sim. before he became your boyfriend he was your hallway crush. yes, you may have had mutual friends but he was never really your friend. so when the words “i like you too” came out of his mouth it was a shock. well more so a life altering shock. for once a guy you like finally liked you back. there were both pros and cons on the situation.

pro, you were dating someone who actually liked you back. con? you’ve never been in a relationship… so anything that had to do with a relationship was entirely new to you. that meant holding hands, cuddling, dates, long phone calls, and last but not least… kissing. as a college student the mere thought of not only never being in a relationship but also never having your first kiss was mortifying in a way for you. so for the first month of your relationship, you did everything you could to not kiss jake.

in hindsight it was honestly ridiculous. you avoided kissing your boyfriend for a whole month all cause you didn’t know how to kiss to begin with... anytime you felt jake lean in for a kiss you’d find any excuse to get out of it. from turning away to look at something else, letting out a nervous laugh, or even pretending to check a message on your phone. you always felt bad for avoiding it.

but now here you were sitting on jake’s couch in his apartment. his face was leaning in as he was getting ready to kiss you once again. with no hesitation you stopped him before his lips could touch yours.

“oh have you seen that new movie that came out on netflix?! what was it called again?” you laughed nervously trying to move jake’s focus onto something else.

jake was just too observant for his own good. one month into the relationship and he already knew you like the back of his hand.

“yn you’ve been weird lately.” a pout began to form on his face. his brows also furrowed in worry as well.

“i won’t lie. i’ve noticed anytime i try to reach in for a kiss you’re immediately dismissive of me. did i do something wrong?” now his soft pout deepened into a frown. the hurt expression he had pained you. thinking that jake felt he did something wrong made the feeling in your chest tighten up. jake was never in the wrong, it was you for letting your nerves get the better of you.

“no. no! it’s not like that jake. i just…” taking in a deep breath you let out a sigh. you couldn’t let this continue on any longer. it was now or never to tell jake the truth.

“ugh. just. just promise me you won’t laugh…” your voice faltered a bit as you mustered up the power to spill the truth. your eyes looked into his to see his eyes reflect a serious expression.

“of course.”

biting your lip nervously you finally say the words that you hoped to never share. “i’ve never had my first kiss!” your voice came off a bit loud as you spilled out your confession. you closed your eyes not wanting to see the reaction on jake’s face.

it was silent for a moment. then a small stifle of a laugh was heard in the room. jake was laughing. opening your eyes you immediately opened your mouth to speak.

“you said you wouldn’t laugh!” now you were the one with a frown on your face.

“i know i know. i just. i didn’t think you were gonna say that.” jake could barely form the sentence letting a few laughs out.

“babe is that why you were avoiding my kisses all this time? it’s okay if you haven’t had your first kiss yet. did you think i would judge you for it?” his fingers softly grazed your cheek as he gently tucked some hair behind your ear.

“well no. i just…. i didn’t wanna kiss you badly… is all..” your cheeks let off a soft red color at the creeping embarrassment.

“hey now. that’s why i’m here. if you think you were gonna do badly, you have me to practice with.” jake couldn’t help but finish off his words with a cheeky smile.

you roll your eyes slightly whilst giving him a gentle punch to his arm.

“what? i’m being serious. how about we learn now? is that okay with you? i’m not overstepping am i?”

you found it adorable the minute he backtracked on his statement. jake unconsciously wanting to make you feel comfortable and safe made your stomach do flips. he truly was a perfect boyfriend.

“yes jakey that’s fine.” your voice came off more calmer as your nerves slowly subsided.

without anything more to say, jake changed the way you and him sat on the couch. you were both now sitting there, both your faces in front of each other. his arm rested on the back of the couch while his other hand was gently placed on your knee. you sat there with crossed legs slowly feeling nervous again, you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.

“okay to start off. don’t think too much about the kiss. i promise you it’s easier said then done. when you’re in the moment you won’t be thinking about it. we’re gonna jump right into it so just try pressing your lips onto mine. okay? and don’t be nervous. it’s just me yn.”

still feeling shy you quickly peck jake’s lips. the contact between you two was no more than 2 seconds or even less than that. you looked up to jake to shyly ask “like that?”

your eyes had a gaze of innocence making jake feel slightly flustered.

“fuck… you’re way too cute yn.” jake murmured under his breath. without a second to spare jake’s lips gently brushed against yours. his lips now locking with yours felt different then the quick peck you gave him mere seconds ago. you froze unsure of what to do next, but jake didn’t rush it. his movements were gentle and attentive. his hand cupped your cheek to help tilt your face a bit. the new angle alone helped melt away the nerves in your body. then finally you got the hang of it, following his lead each movement felt more natural as the time went on.

at a certain point jake parted ways from the kiss. he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you breathed in for air afterwards. he desperately wanted to nibble at your lips but knew it would’ve been too much for you in the moment. instead he was now peppering your face with kisses. your cheeks, forehead, and jawline were not left without a kiss to them. your body shivered at the ticklish feeling of jake’s lips kissing along your jawline. finally stopping, he let out a deep sigh admiring your face before speaking.

“see that wasn’t so bad was it?” jake asked out as his thumb gently brushed against your bottom lip.

your face felt heated from all the small kisses jake gave you afterwards. you shook your head in agreement too tongue tied to find the words to speak. jake let out a soft laugh as he eyed you attentively.

“next time can i teach you how to make out?” jake teased as he fluttered his eye lashes flaunting his puppy eyes.

“hmmm we’ll see…” you replied shyly, a small smile making its way onto your lips.

before being able to even think about the future lessons. jake quickly pecked your lips, giving you that big smile that you always adored.

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©myjjongie 2025

[moonlightdreamzz]

I NEED YOU — YANG JUNGWON

SUMMARY. In the midst of his breaking point, Jungwon’s need for your love, presence, and understanding becomes the only thing that can save him from himself.

GENRE. ANGST / MINOR FLUFF?

THEMES. Established!Relationship, Jungwon has a mental breakdown from the weight of the world being on his shoulders, and you’re too busy trying not to be clingy to notice the signs until it’s too late.

AUTHORS NOTE. Wow. This broke me. Wish I could get a big hug right now, but I can’t, so I wrote this instead. Jungwon deserves all the love in the world.

Outsideeeeeeeee.

Those were the words plastered on the photo of you, Nicholas, Harua, and Maki—the third picture tonight, by the way, of you out at some club, having the time of your life. Nicholas’ arm is draped over your shoulder, a wide grin on his face as you laugh beside him. Maki and Harua stand off to the side, equally carefree, all of you caught in that carefree moment you’d been chasing lately.

Jungwon watches the photo flicker on his phone screen as he sits alone in his practice room, the dim light doing nothing to lessen the weight on his shoulders. The team had just finished their rehearsal, and the pressure was eating him alive. He knew you were out with your friends, having fun, but it still stung. There was a part of him, buried deep, that resented the distance between you two lately.

You had been glowing, laughing more than he’d seen in weeks, spending time with everyone else. It made him happy to see you happy, of course. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He missed the way things used to be��when you’d talk for hours, when he could just fall back into the comfort of your presence without feeling like he was a burden. Now, it felt like he was fighting for your attention in a way he never had to before.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to reach out. He wasn’t good at that, at letting anyone in, especially you. The weight of his responsibilities was suffocating, but even more so was the fear of failing. He knew you were there for him, always, but it didn’t make it any easier to deal with the thoughts swirling in his head, the self-doubt that he couldn’t shake.

You seemed so free, so carefree, and it made him feel… well, small. He wanted to be there with you, to laugh alongside you, to be the person who made you smile without all the baggage of his worries. But every time he tried to break through the wall he’d built up around himself, he faltered. Maybe it was because he wasn’t sure you’d understand, or maybe because he didn’t want to burden you with his mess. You didn’t deserve to carry his weight.

And yet, that didn’t stop the yearning from growing.

It wasn’t just the jealousy that ate at him; it was the ache of wanting to be seen, to be close to you again. To feel that unspoken connection you two had, the way you used to reach out and pull him in. The way you used to be his safe space.

But this time, he was ready to let you in. He just wasn’t sure how.

Jungwon sat in the corner of your apartment, his silhouette barely illuminated by the soft light coming from the kitchen. He hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on. The silence in the room felt like it was pressing against him, suffocating him more than the world outside ever could. He wasn’t even supposed to be here—he didn’t live here, not really. But he’d found himself coming earlier and earlier, staying here longer than he had any right to.

He couldn’t explain it.

The weight on his chest was heavier than usual tonight. It wasn’t just the pressure of everything he was juggling—being a leader, trying to keep everything together—it was something deeper. Something gnawing at him from the inside. The way you’d been out so often with your friends, the way you were laughing, carefree, while he was drowning in his own head, alone with his thoughts. It made him sick to think about, but worse, he couldn’t tell you. He wouldn’t let himself be the kind of guy to ask for more.

But now? Now it was breaking him.

The door clicked open, and there you were. Slightly tipsy, glowing with that smile that always made his chest tighten, but tonight it felt different. You froze for a second when you saw him, and the confusion crossed your face almost instantly. “Jungwon?”

You clearly weren’t expecting him. But there he was. Waiting. Staring at you with an unreadable expression.

You walked towards him, and he just watched you move. Your carefree energy—it killed him, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He wanted to be happy for you, wanted to tell you how proud he was that you were having fun, but there was something in him that couldn’t. Not tonight.

“Why are you here?” you asked, trying to keep it light, as you kneeled beside him, your lips brushing against his cheek.

He didn’t even move at first. He just stared at you like you were someone he didn’t know. Like the person he once recognized wasn’t there anymore. Then his eyes flickered back to yours, and his voice came out sharp, cutting through the space between you two.

“Did you have fun?” The words were deceptively calm, but the tension in his jaw, the way his lips barely parted to speak—they were anything but.

You pulled back, blinking in confusion. “Yeah, of course,” you said, not understanding the sudden shift. “We had fun. Just like always.”

He didn’t reply right away. His eyes flickered over your face, but they weren’t soft anymore. They were cold, calculating, almost like he was searching for something in you—some sign, some acknowledgment, some… comfort. But there was nothing but this tension now.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but his voice stopped you.

“Why do you always look so happy with them? With him.”

His words were slow, deliberate, but they were jagged, like he was trying to bite back something bigger. You didn’t understand. “With who? Who are you talking about?”

“Nicholas,” he spat, the name falling from his lips like it burned him. “You’ve been out with him a lot, huh? He’s always got his arm around you. Always the one to laugh with you. I’m just…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, his voice breaking.

Your eyes widened as you took a step back, completely thrown off. “Jungwon, what are you talking about?”

But he wasn’t done. He wasn’t even close to being done.

His chest heaved with the frustration building inside him, his face turning red as his temper flared. “I’m just here. Sitting. Waiting. Watching you have the time of your life while I’m fucking falling apart.” His voice cracked on the last words, and you could hear the anguish in them, even if he didn’t want you to.

“You think I don’t see it? I see it, Y/N. I see you laughing with them, talking to them, and I—I just sit here. Alone. Hoping you’ll notice me. But you don’t. Not anymore.” His words were coming faster now, like a dam had burst and there was no stopping it.

You were frozen. Completely at a loss for how to react. This wasn’t the Jungwon you knew. He’d always been calm, collected, and so damn self-assured. But now? He was a storm, and you were standing right in its path.

“Jungwon…” You tried to reach for him, but he pulled away from your touch, his body stiff, like you’d just burned him.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to be everything, to do everything right. For you. For the team. For everyone. But it’s never enough.” His voice broke this time, and he closed his eyes, his breath shuddering as he fought to keep himself together.

But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“You don’t understand. You don’t know how bad it’s getting.” He wiped his face quickly, almost embarrassed by the tears that were welling up in his eyes. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how to keep doing this.”

He broke then, his walls shattering around him. His voice trembled as he finally let everything out. “I just need you. All of you. I need you to be here, Y/N. I need you to see me. To really see me. Not the leader, not the boyfriend you think you have to be perfect for. Just… me.”

His head dropped into his hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything came crashing down.

You knelt beside him, your own heart breaking at the sight of him like this. But you didn’t know what to say. How to fix this.

“Jungwon, I—” you started, but he cut you off, his voice hoarse as he spoke between shallow breaths.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. Just… just be here. Please. I need you so much right now.” His voice cracked, and he looked at you, the vulnerability in his eyes like nothing you’d ever seen before.

And for the first time, you realized just how deeply he’d been sinking, just how much he needed you in a way you hadn’t noticed. All the signs had been there, but you hadn’t seen them.

You felt your heart sink as you watched him, the quiet weight of everything he was carrying. He wasn’t just the leader, the strong one, the one who held everything together. He was Jungwon. And right now, that Jungwon was broken, and you couldn’t ignore that anymore.

You moved closer, slowly, like you were trying to approach a wounded animal. His eyes flicked up to yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was hiding everything again. But you weren’t having it this time.

“Jungwon… I’m so sorry.” The words tasted bitter, because you knew they weren’t enough, but they were all you could say for now. “I thought I was doing the right thing, giving you space… I thought I was being considerate, letting you have your time. But I didn’t realize I was missing the whole picture. I wasn’t seeing you. Not the way you needed me to. Not the way you are.”

You reached out then, your hand resting gently on his arm, like you were trying to ground him. “I know you don’t always want to show it, and I know you’re used to keeping things inside, holding everything together. You’re so used to being the rock for everyone else.” You shook your head, your voice steady now, growing with conviction. “But that’s not all you are, Jungwon. You’re more than that.”

You paused, taking a breath, needing to find the right words that didn’t just feel like empty reassurances. “You’re someone who thinks so much, who feels so deeply, even when you try to bury it. You’re someone who cares about people, and about me—and I can see that. But you’re also someone who deserves to be cared for, someone who needs someone to hold him, even when you’re scared to ask for it.”

You looked at him, trying to pierce through the walls he’d put up. “You don’t have to carry everything, you know. You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to be the strong one all the time. I see you, Jungwon. I see you as you—not just the leader or the one who’s always got it together. I see the parts of you that you don’t want to show, the parts you keep locked away because you think they make you weak. But they don’t. They make you real. And I love you for that.”

You reached up to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing softly over his skin. “I love your mind, the way you think, the way you process everything, even when it drives you crazy. I love how you’re always looking for more, for better, for deeper meaning in everything. I love the way you care about people, even when it feels like it’s too much for you to handle.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “But what I love most, Jungwon, is how you let me in. Even when you don’t want to. Even when you try to push me away. Because I know it’s hard for you to open up. But I want to hear you. I want to know all of you—the good, the bad, the messy parts that scare you.”

You leaned in, your forehead resting against his for a moment, breathing him in, your voice soft but unwavering. “I’m here, Jungwon. I’m here, not just for the good parts, not just for the strong parts. But for all of you. And I need you to promise me something.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you, waiting. You could feel the weight of everything in the air, and you knew this moment could change everything.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t keep all of this inside again. Promise me you’ll let me help carry it. Promise me you won’t feel like you have to do everything alone. You don’t have to be the perfect leader, or the strong one, or the guy who always has it figured out. You’re allowed to feel everything, Jungwon. You’re allowed to need someone.”

You let the silence hang in the air for a beat, hoping your words were reaching him, letting him know that you saw him—the real him. Not the one who always had to be perfect, but the one who needed love and support just like everyone else.

“I’ll always be here, Jungwon. Always. But I need you to promise me that when it gets too heavy, when you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you’ll tell me. Promise me you won’t keep it inside. I can’t help if I don’t know, but I’ll do anything to carry this with you. So promise me you’ll never shut me out.”

His eyes flickered with something soft, something vulnerable, before he nodded slowly, the weight lifting just a little.

“I promise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of sincerity. “I promise I won’t shut you out anymore.”

The words hung in the air for a long moment, neither of you moving, neither of you speaking. But something shifted in him. His eyes welled with emotion, the walls he’d kept up for so long beginning to crack under the weight of it all. Slowly, like he didn’t trust his own body to move, Jungwon leaned into you, his shoulders shaking.

And then, before you could even react, the tears came.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as his body trembled, every sob hitting like a wave. His arms wrapped around you desperately, like you were the only thing anchoring him in this overwhelming storm of feelings he had kept bottled up for so long. The weight of everything—his doubts, his frustrations, his fears—broke free, and you held him tightly, letting him feel your warmth.

You didn’t need to say anything, you just held him, letting him release it all, your hands smoothing over his hair, brushing away the tears that didn’t stop flowing. You knew this was everything he’d been carrying. And you knew this was the first time he’d ever allowed himself to let it out like this.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked, barely audible as he clung to you. “I didn’t mean to say those things. I didn’t… I didn’t want to hurt you, I swear. I was just so… I don’t know, frustrated. And I—” His voice hitched as another sob wracked through him, his words getting caught in the choke of his breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away, I didn’t mean to be so… so cruel.”

You tightened your arms around him, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, feeling him break down in your arms, feeling the weight of his regret. The words were raw, the apology coming from a place of vulnerability you hadn’t seen from him before.

“Jungwon,” you whispered softly, your hands moving to his face to gently lift his tear-soaked eyes to meet yours. “You don’t have to apologize. I know it wasn’t you. I know it was the pressure and all the things you’re holding inside. But you don’t have to carry that alone anymore. You’re not alone in this.”

He nodded weakly, his breath shallow as he tried to steady himself, but the tears still flowed, a steady stream of remorse and raw emotion. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I don’t want to push you away again. I just… I didn’t know how to make it stop. I didn’t know how to… to let go.”

You kissed his forehead gently, wiping away the last of his tears. “You don’t have to do it alone. Let me help you carry it. Let me be here, really here, for all of it. You don’t have to hold it together all the time.”

He nodded again, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid to let go, afraid that the moment this passed, the weight would return.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “For being mean. For shutting you out when all you wanted was to be there for me. I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek as you looked into his eyes, making sure he could see just how much you meant it. “You do deserve me. You’re allowed to feel everything, Jungwon. And you’re allowed to have your moments, to be weak, to be scared. But you’re not weak for needing help. And I’m never going anywhere.”

With that, he let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing slightly in your arms, the storm of his emotions slowly starting to settle, the tears easing, though there was still that tremor in his breath. And for the first time in a long time, he felt a little lighter.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words trembling as they left his lips, full of sincerity, full of everything he had left to give.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, a silent promise lingering in the air between you, that no matter how heavy things got, you’d always be there to help him carry it.

[incomplete-leclerc]

　𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦.　franco colapinto · #43

　　　your boyfriend acts on impulse, leading him to get into fights, and you to worry about his safety.

genres : hurt/comfort ... established relationship ... franco x fem!reader.　 request : anon for franco + stitches on a cheekbone for the 100 event.　word count : 0.6k.　warnings : mild arguing ... mention of injuries (bruises, a cut, stitches) ... mention of franco punching someone ... profanity ... some spanish pentanes (i do not speak spanish but i think they're all translated correctly).　 note : tell me why there were no good pics of franco so i had to find a random gif instead LIKE i swear finding pics takes longer than writing the actual fics sometimes.　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

“Franco? Where the fuck have you been?” you asked disgruntledly as the figure of your boyfriend stepped through the door. Wide eyes, clearly tired, but they softened at the sound of your voice, no matter how irritated your tone was. He dropped his tattered backpack on the floor and pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly and nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“I’m so sorry, hermosa. I didn’t mean to leave you worried,” he whispered. You breathed, closing your eyes and reciprocating the hug. More than twenty-four hours with no word from him had you thinking of the worst possible scenarios to explain what had happened. Although you were still very much mad at him, you let him have the hug that you both needed in the moment. Breathing in his familiar scent, letting it calm your senses just slightly. He was safe, back in your arms. You could finally let your brain take a break from running in circles.

You felt him press a few kisses to your neck, soft and slow, travelling up to your cheek until you pulled away from the hug. 

“Where were you? Why didn’t you call?” you questioned, withdrawing to look at his face. 

“My phone died. And I got in a little fight— but, I’m really okay, Y/n. It was just a crazy night.”

Your face fell. “You’re so reckless all the time, amor. Don’t you ever stop to use your brain once?” 

You knew the words would do little to change anything. Franco was messy. Nothing could magically make him a clean person. Usually it didn’t bother you. It was something you loved about him. But when it got in the way of his safety, it scared you. Staring at the bruises starting to form on his left cheek, and the cut on his cheekbone closed up with a few stitches, you only wished he would listen to you for once. 

“How’d you start a fight this time?” you asked, leading Franco to sit down on the couch. Now that he was back home, it was time for you to take charge and take care of him. And if you were lucky, knock some sense into his brain. He was silent for a moment, thinking of how to phrase what had happened in the mildest way possible.

“Well… we were all drunk, and some guys said some things about you, so I just punched them in the face so they would shut up,” he said simply, trying to stop himself from grinning. You stared at him in shock. 

“Franco—”

“Y/n, you can’t possibly have expected me to just let them talk shit about you? I don’t think I overreacted,” he defended. In his mind, a few bruises to his face was more than worth it to shut up a few assholes talking about his girlfriend. And seeing them run off with much worse injuries than him was satisfying. 

“You didn’t have to fight them over it. Now you’re hurt, and I was left worrying about you for hours. It was unnecessary and completely avoidable,” you pleaded, hoping that he would understand where you were coming from. A few tears building in your eyes stopped Franco from arguing over it more.

“I’m sorry, hermosa,” he whispered, cupping your face and silencing you of any other critical words. You knew it was time to drop the issue. You didn’t want to press him more after he apologized. “I won’t do it again,” he said, noticing the doubt in your eyes. It eased up, and you relaxed slightly. 

“Promise?” 

“Swear on my life,” he assured, sincerity swimming in his pearly eyes. You knew he meant it this time.

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[elliesglock]

I hear something totally different in the pookie live…. With the chips, I think Paige is the one bickering with Ice and she says “heyy! Relax… you hear it.” I def think that Paige and Azzi were bickering and getting on each others nerves a little bit… which they love to do because Paige got so pouty when Azzi didn’t text her back. I think,Paige asked Azzi if she was coming to the game, and Azzi goes “uhh huh” (like confirming) and Paige asks Azzi why she didn’t text her back when she asked that, and Azzi says “because I am part of the game” in like a teasing tone. This was I think before the Georgetown game too which makes sense because Azzi was rehabbing at home in DC. Def think they bickered more after because drew muted fast. I think, Paige was mad because Azzi was being indecisive about what she wanted to eat, literally going from having chicken parm at home, to saying a burger sounds good, to talking about cava. Lover girl P was really trying to order something for Azzi, she just loves to feed her girl lol! I think, Paige got more irritated because she went back to ordering five guys when Azzi made a comment “is that Cava?”… I can kind of hear Paige says “don’t talk to me” and Azzi saying “I’m just tryin to see — (insert someone with a name that starts with “m”) and then she says “you can come” to Paige. Paige then goes “it’s ok, imma end my order.” I def think they kissed after that because drew gave ice a look. Then I hear Paige go “ow ouch… I promise” and Azzi goes “but you were wrong though” and then Paige really softly goes “yes” like kind of in a cute pouty tone. Then, I think they kiss again. I don’t really hear the “I love you the most.” That live really shows their dynamic, like Paige gets really soft spoken around Azzi and you can tell that she really likes Azzi’s attention and being around her. Tbh I think Paige was also trying to get Azzi to stay longer by ordering her food because Azzi said after the chicken parm thing that she wasn’t even suppose to be there.

i'm not gonna lie....hearing and listening to what people are saying is not my strong suit 😭 i just kinda guessed what i heard but this seems pretty realistic im glad u can hear better than me. down bad p making an appearance for the what? 12,000th time? she just takes whatever azzi says and it's yes ma'am! no ma'am! which i love. i heard azzi talking about that chicken parm tho lololol. azzi wears the pants and the socks and the shoes btw. paige is really so cocky and intimidating around everyone else but a little teddy bear for azzi it's so adorable. also azzi showing her who's boss im crying. she wanted to make sure p KNEW. she prob hit her or they started play fighting while drew was on mute lol. i love my girls and i love my anons 🤍

[911coded]

As promised, chapter 5. This feels rougher than usual but it still works. There is a slight cliffhanger at the end, but was a good stopping point. 😬

Chapter 5: Tear In My Heart

Tommy lay in his shitty bed at McMurdo trying to figure out where his life went off the rails. A flash of a beaming smile and ocean blue eyes comes to mind and he groans, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. I answered the phone when Howie called and a beautiful man walked into my life with a handshake and a bashful smile, that’s what happened. Fuck me. It was destined to end, but he thought maybe he would get to keep some friends out of the deal. That they would end things amicably when Evan was ready to move on and he would pretend to be fine with it and lick his wounds in private. Instead, he panicked at the first sign of permanency and blew up everything spectacularly, hurting them both in the process. Now, in an effort to move on and not think about Evan at every moment, he’s traveled to the other side of the world where no one knows him. And now, people that know his ex are popping up out of the snowy tundra to tell him that, what, they are destined to be connected to each other? What is that supposed to mean? What is he supposed to do with that? Tommy groaned, rolled over and pulled a flat pillow over his head but shot up at the pounding on the door of his tiny room.

“Kinard! Boss wants you to the office, there’s another VIP coming in and they requested you.”

Tommy opened the door to one of his fellow pilots and leaned against the door frame, rubbing a rough hand over the scruff collecting on his face, “Yeah, thanks man. I’ll get suited up and head on over.”

He starts to close the door but the pilot slaps a hand on it and leans in, “Hey, is everything ok? You’re not in any trouble, are you?”

Tommy would have appreciated the sign of friendly intent, but he was sure Peter (Pete?) was just after the latest gossip and Tommy has never made it a habit to give people something to talk about. He shook his head, “Nah, I have no idea what’s going on. The last guy just had me fly around, never said a word.” Tommy shrugged and again pushed at the door and the pilot let up, turning away and making his way down the hallway to tell the next guy what he heard.

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Buck contemplated his future as his plane into Colorado Springs started its descent. Noise-cancelling earphones were filling his ears with the playlist he made the night before, while trying to work out what he was feeling. He is still sad that he and Tommy managed to explode their relationship so suddenly and spectacularly, but the longer he really thought about it instead of distracting himself with work and baking, the more embarrassed he was to be struck with the realization that the cracks were there all along, neither of them had wanted to look. The foundation of a relationship needed to be laid with communication and that was the one thing they didn’t do, not about important things anyway. And maybe they would have gotten there in time, maybe they weren’t ready to slice themselves open and expose all the pain and trauma they each hid behind their ribs.

He had been so relieved to be able to be his whole self with Tommy, that he didn’t want to examine all the insecurities and damage that they both were carrying around, let alone talk about them. But he thinks back to the anniversary dinner and barely recognises himself. Who was that guy fumbling how to talk to beautiful women in a way that turns them down but doesn’t cause a scene? Why did he never look up the Kinsey scale? Ok, he knew OF it, but maybe he should have given it a closer look if he didn’t even know what the numbers meant? Just because it wasn’t exactly considered accurate and complete didn’t mean that it wouldn’t come up in conversation. Maybe there were too many things that he should have taken a closer look at. Unfortunately, all of that leaving things be and enjoying the moment left them both blindsided when they managed to set off the landmines hiding in their pasts. Buck’s response to the explosion was to cling and Tommy’s was to run. Now here they are, Tommy ran all the way to the arctic and Buck is chasing him right into a job interview. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the fasten seat belt sign light goes dark. Here goes nothing.

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Tommy had never been bullied out of the pilot’s seat by a passenger before. He was pretty sure he hated it. Major General John Sheppard was a cocky pain in the ass, but he could certainly fly. The helicopter banked sharply to the north and Tommy resisted the urge to reach for a cyclic that wasn’t there. Oh yeah, he definitely hated it. As they went further north, that not quite voice in his head got a little louder but not any more clear.

Tommy saw General Sheppard’s eyes narrow, “Wow, it’s much chattier than it was all those years ago.”

“You can hear it?” Tommy asked. He turned to look at him instead of the horizon.

“Oh, yeah. I wasn’t able to until I sat in the chair last time. I can’t really understand what it wants, though. You get used to the hum in the back of your mind after a while. The feeling of a whisper that you can’t quite hear but can feel in your bones, the steadiness of never quite being alone, it gets to be comforting. I bring a bit of home with me whenever I visit earth now. Let’s set down and see what the ruckus is about, shall we?” With his statement that didn’t make much sense to Tommy, Sheppard began to lower their altitude and came to a hover over flat ice cleared next to a geometric dome rising over the tundra. After shutting down the helicopter, Sheppard (he said to call him John, that will be weird) turned to Tommy with a serious look on his face. “It’s sure to be a mess of people down there and they get real excited when someone with a strong impression of the gene shows up, just get my attention if you start to get overwhelmed.” Tommy nodded at John but he still had no real idea what was going on or what they were doing there.

Tommy followed John into the dome and to what looked like a freight elevator. With a push of a large button, they started to go down. And down. And down. “How far does this thing go?” Tommy asked, peering down into the darkness below.

“A mile? I think? All I know is that it takes forever. Hey! That means we have time to talk! What do you know about how Buckley came to the attention of our program?” John asked awkwardly.

“I know that he met some of your people when he lived in Peru. I know that he’s been in contact with them ever since. I also know that if he was able to activate this technology without being in direct contact with it, that he knew something weird was up and didn’t say anything. Probably part of why he kept in touch, in case your people wanted to keep an eye on him,” Tommy shrugged. “Make it easy, and they don’t make a fuss. Seems like something he would do.”

“Well, shit. I wonder if any of them have realized…..bet Parrish has, for a botanist, he sure does love chaos. So, you and Evan, what was the problem between you two?” John asked with a smirk.

Tommy cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at John himself, “No offense intended, sir, but that’s none of your business.”

John sighed deeply, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the back wall of the elevator, “That’s really unfortunate, ‘cause Parrish made me promise to be on my worst behavior and make it my business. At least until Buckley can get to you and make you listen.”

Tommy grunted and rolled his eyes, “I don’t know why he just can’t let it go. It’s obvious that he can do better. He can move on and live in LA with his family and be happy. Why would he want to get involved in my bullshit or yours for that matter? Technology that can talk to you? A research base on the bottom of the world, literally a mile beneath the surface? Why would he think any of this would be worth it? He doesn’t even know the real me at all!?” Tommy shouted. He tucked his hands under his arms and panted for breath, shaking with emotion and pressed his head against the elevator gate, as he struggled to regain control of himself.

“What makes you say that?” John asked calmly as if Tommy hadn’t just made a fool of himself.

Tommy squeezes his eyes shut and regrets all his choices that brought him to this place. He should have ignored Lucy when she suggested he get away for a while. Who could have known his golden retriever ex-boyfriend was really a husky in disguise with a reach further than even he could run? “He never asked,” he replied softly.

“Did you want him to?” John asked equally as softly while the elevator chugged along deeper and deeper into the earth.

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Buck left baggage claim with his two duffle bags and backpack containing, hopefully, all he would need for the next six months. He looked around for someone who looked familiar or at least a sign with his name on it. He happened to spot both in Lorne leaning against a window with a small sign reading EVAN. He hurried over to join him with a giant grin. “Evan!” he shouted, which brought about Lorne’s and also half the crowd’s attention. Lorne grinned once he saw Buck and shouted back, “Evan! You made it!” Lorne grabbed one of the duffles out of Buck’s hand and gave him a half-hug around the other.

“How was your flight?” he asked as they made their way to the waiting car. It only took a couple of minutes to load the trunk with his things and Buck followed Lorne into the waiting car to see a marine sitting in the driver’s seat.

Buck glanced at the marine but mentally shrugged, “It wasn’t bad, short at least, and the smaller airport is much easier to navigate. I hear from Dave that congratulations are in order! Promoted and taking over as base commander! That’s so great! Is the current person retiring?”

Yeah, Cam is ready to retire and spend more time with family in Kansas. I’ll be taking over here at the mountain and we’re still deciding how Dave will split his time between here and there. I’ll have a more regular working schedule, which will be an adjustment for both of us. The hour drive from the airport to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex was spent quietly, Buck watching the scenery go by and attempting to psych himself up for the interview of his life. Buck startled from his daydream about his future when the car turned through a guarded gate and drove about a mile down a straight lane directly into the mountain through a massive tunnel. Here we go. Showtime.

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Tommy and John stayed silent for the rest of the slow ride to the bottom. Tommy kept running what John had said over and over in his mind. Did you want him to? Did you want him to? How many times had the conversation gotten heavy and one of them deflected with a joke or another topic? The shudder of the elevator and the sharp clank of metal announcing the end of their ride broke him from his thoughts.

”General Sheppard! Did we know you were visiting?” asked who Tommy could only assume was some sort of scientist in a puffy coat.

”Nope! Just came down to introduce Kinard here to the chair. He’s thinking about joining the program,” answered John.

Tommy shot him a betrayed look, confused. Joining the program? He’s a firefighter, not a ….. he realizes he has no idea what he would even do for these people. He has no idea what they even do! After a couple of minutes of John promising to share anything they learn from “the chair”, Tommy follows him into a large open room, with only what looks like a metal recliner in the middle.

”What are we really doing here, John? This isn’t a job interview, I’m on the logs at McMurdo for a flight to the research base and back, that’s it. So, what are we doing?” Tommy asked, exasperated.

John sighed and muttered under his breath what sounded like “should have sent anyone else.” He took a deep breath, “Look, I need you to listen for a minute, kid, ‘cause I’ve been where you are and I wasted too many years being miserable because I just couldn’t get the words out to say what I really wanted and needed, and I still have trouble…. so this is gonna suck for me.” There was silence from John while he seemingly looked at the rock walls gathering his thoughts, then he heaved a long sigh, “When I first came to Antarctica, the only thing I had left was flying. No family, my friends were all dead and I was ready to spend the rest of my commission flying scientists and supplies back and forth every day because at least I still had the sky. Then I sat in an uncomfortable metal chair and the universe opened up to me. I had the opportunity to see and experience things that I had never even dreamed of before.” He paused and glanced at Tommy, “It wasn’t just about the program, either. I met this loud, rude, absolutely brilliant man, a scientist, and spent the next six years of my life completely in love with him. It took two years to realize it, another four to have the courage to let myself love him, but I still didn’t say anything. DADT wasn’t enforced by Stargate Command, but I was still in the US military. I wouldn’t be able to live openly while serving and I decided I couldn’t do that to him. I made the decision that he deserved better than me, so I stayed quiet and watched him fall in love with someone else. I was still convinced that I wasn’t allowed to be happy. How could I ever give him enough of myself, unbend enough so that he could see and have all of me? Not just Colonel Sheppard, but John. Colonel Sheppard was in charge, he was a hero. John was a mess of neuroses and insecurities. Who could ever want him? No one had before. Sound familiar?” Tommy was staring at the freaky metal recliner blankly, arms crossed over his body, but he nodded slightly at John’s question.

“But, you are together now. You worked it out. How?” he asked, so softly John could barely hear him.

“Well, his relationship fell apart not long after it started when they realized that they wanted different things. They parted as friends, believe it or not. She stayed for a few years then went back to earth,” he said casually, and all the tiny hints that John had been dropping throughout the day suddenly came together to paint a disturbing picture.

“Wait. Earth?!” Tommy choked out.

“Did you miss the part when I said I visit earth? John looked amused as he shook his head mockingly at Tommy. “The gene that we all have that allows the tech to talk to us? It’s alien DNA, my friend. One or more of the assholes either played around with our ancestors and a probe, or decided to play happy families until they were able to pass on their legacy and peace out. I thought Jack and Daniel had a talk with you?”

Tommy scoffed, “There was definitely talking and the general handed me what I think was a toy for children’s therapy, but all I got out of it was that we have a genetic anomaly that allows us to communicate with advanced technology. They didn’t say anything about aliens! They talked about family lines and that we would be drawn to each other!” Tommy growled, absolutely done with playing along.

“Well, that’s true. Did they mention that the researcher who studies the gene thinks it has something to do with all of us being at least bisexual?” John asked, grinning.

Oh. Oh fuck. What?! Tommy bent over at the waist, his heart racing, “I need to sit down.”

John startled and looked around in a panic but there was only one option, “Shit! Yeah, come here, it’s not very comfortable but at least it reclines.” John carefully sat Tommy down in the only chair available without thinking much about it.

“Hello Thomas,” a voice rang out calmly.

“Oh shit! That is definitely new!” John exclaimed and glanced at Tommy, gaze full of guilt.

Tommy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck my life.

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[setmeatopthepyre]

okay yes of course you do

like I said. conspiracy theory! clown makeup! this is for fun! this is absolutely wild overthinking! anyway here goes:

the deleted cake / what are your intentions-scene is a hint that this is a breakup arc, not just a breakup, by (among other things) turning buck's relationship with carbs into a metaphor and also referencing a whole bunch of other moments between them.

the mention of buck's ketosis emphasizes the way that tommy has something he cannot share with buck (his cake. hopefully only this particular kind. and maybe other things) because buck has chosen not to partake in it (could be foreshadowing buck " abstaining" from learning more about his queerness? or learning about tommy in general?)

after they break up, buck starts baking. we gotta assume he's eating whatever he's baking, too. so he recognizes this thing tommy couldn't share with him (or tried to, but buck wouldn't eat what was offered - like the moments tommy hinted at his struggles with his past self?) and is now trying to become intimately familiar with.

without this scene, we only get the buck baking part (and some background tommy v. (cup)cake). but with it, we get hints at what it could symbolize. buck abstained from baked goods. lost the guy who would have brought him cake. proceeds to make up for it with baking. without the scene buck is just stress-baking. with it, he's baking to compensate? to understand what he missed? to no longer abstain?

and then there's this:

tommy (and by extension buck, since the whole convo is about their relationship) is put in the same scene as hen & karen, the og canonically queer serious long-term relationship (that has had its ups and downs!). reminding us that hey, these could be on the same level (except not eye level, the height difference kills me every time)

the we're taking it slow and I'm just trying to keep up-line hints at them not learning enough about each other (taking it slow in getting to know each other) and buck moving too fast all of a sudden (I'm just trying to keep up) but it also demonstrates tommy's willingness to meet buck where he's at. he doesn't mind that it took a while to get to know each other. he was invested in the long-term! but the sudden escalation tripped him up.

the what are your intentions? are they honorable? / I'm wearing a medal exchange: tommy references the medal as a I've already proven my honor, see? telling us that it's important to look back at what we've seen tommy do before to know what his intentions are now. hmmm what's that? he's turned buck's world upside down with a kiss, watched buck trip up over where he's at re: queerness and then interpreted that as buck not being ready, but then gave buck another shot when buck had figured himself out. and not just hesitantly ' ok fine one more date' - the second it was clear that buck knew he wanted tommy, tommy went all in with the wedding.

in conclusion a person with enough clown makeup could say that this scene puts buck and tommy in the same box as hen and karen (who have gone through their own struggles), shows buck realizes what he has been keeping himself from and is willing to learn, and reminds us that tommy has proven he's willing to try again.

hey. hey uh. does anyone want to hear my bucktommy breakup-arc foreshadowing conspiracy theory? sorta related to this

[theguyinthemathexamples]

cw// lowercase intended, mentions of execution, just religious sagau stuff, the usual

this is mostly a shitpost but like,,

do y'all think exorcists, paranormal experts or the like use our name to dispel spirits???

like ik the part where the normal populace prays in our name after every action they do or after every meal, but the part where they say "May the Creator guide you,," like we say "May the Lord guide you,," and all that fancy stuff to get rid of evil entities

it's just ⚰️⚰️

like imagine one of the first "execution" attempts they tried doing — and the one that miserably failed — is exorcism. I.e them thinking and trying to "exorcise the demon that decided to take a physical form and plague Teyvat with its impure influence." would actually cause us to disappear 💀💀

(more utc ‼️‼️‼️)

like here you were chained to a tall block of wood, internally screaming your head off as an "archbishop" of yours is reading, what you can only describe as the autobiography of your life, to a dozen thousand people or so.

sometimes you'd get sprayed/sprinkled with some water from a bottle on his person while quoting some random shit you said as a child. the small grimaces and glares you send his way seemed to satisfy him and the mass below.

at some point you even began to doze off because of how long this "exorcism" was taking, even a little sore from having to be in the same position for a few hours now.

you do feel bad for the kids that are forced to sit through the entire process, knowing full well that this whole shebang won't work.

some even looked skeptical that this was going to work in the first place.

good for them, really.

i can just hear them chanting saying "In the name of the Creator, their creations and the holy spirit, may this demon be vanquished from both the mortal and spiritual realm! May they experience an eternity of pain for ever thinking about imitating our Almighty Creator!" while the archbishop does the hand flick to splash us with water

JUST IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF DISTRUST AND SKEOTICISM AND JUST—,,, EVERYTHING EVERYONE FEEL WHEN THE SO CALLED "exorcism" DOESN'T WORK LMAOAOAOAOO

and then eventually they all just say fuck it and execute us physically when the religious shit doesn't work

[possiblyfunny]

Hello again, fellas. (And to whoever is actually interested in looking at my weird little AU-) Sanctuary has been on my mind lately and uhhh, I’d like to introduce you to some new characters!

Meet the Eventide Duo: REI and KAI!

I, like with Aster and Del, have never drawn them before, and because I honestly didn’t have it in me to do two full-body drawings with color and everything, doodling them was the next best thing. I’ve been thinking about these two a lot and just really wanted to get them down as a start. Soooo—this is their first pass and things are subject to change! (Please excuse the messiness-)

Rei (the Red) and Kai (the Blue) come from—okay this is kinda funny now that I’m writing it out—their AU was inspired by an FNF fan song that I heard awhile back. It was something like “Frostbite but Blue.” The person who made the song (I don’t remember their name off the top of my head) said they were going to post the lore, but as far as I know they never did, so my brain kinda took the concept and ran with it—making it into my own story. (Sorry to whoever that was-)

Rei is the fledgling god of the Sun and the Second Coming of Arceus. He ascended to godhood after his untimely death, returning to earth to protect the one he loves. Rei may look like a massive grump, but in reality, he's a ray of sunshine and one of the most warm-hearted and protective people you'll ever meet. Kai is still a Pokémon Trainer, but he’s also Rei's singular devotee. He's honestly pretty quiet for a Blue, if not a bit high-strung, but he's loyal and sweet, even if he has a bit of a hard time showing it.

The both of them worked together to survive the violent floods and rainfall that devastated their original home, and now live a quiet life together in Sanctuary, going on little adventures here and there to try and reclaim the life they lost bit by bit.

(Okay, time to tag my one fan. @100nebulas , I think you said you wanted more Sanctuary content in general that one time, so I guess you’re gonna be eternally tagged in these lmao. Hope you enjoy :])

[theflyingfeeling]

I think today I will cry about BC not making tour vlogs anymore 😔

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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[cerbreus]

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[lesbeid0u]

physically incapable of being honest i simply MUST concoct an elaborate and potentially ongoing lie to tell my boss im quitting over text barely three weeks in because saying 'hey man i actually dont think this job is as good a fit for me like i thought itd be and i really need to focus on my classes right now because theyre also a lot more demanding than i thought theyd be as well so i think itd be best for me to part ways on good terms before things start to go south' is simply doing too much and would bring the morale down. i need to lie to this man

[kittyloops]

is there a reason that the only reason i'm looking forward to this hangout is for it to not exist anymore

[fingertipsmp3]

That last post just reminded me of something honestly mind-boggling that that friend did