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plus one | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: You help Joaquín get ready for a gala that he and Sam are attending – though because of the 'no plus ones' rule, Joaquín would rather stay with you instead... and he intends to convince you to let him. Warnings: I don't think I use any pronouns or gender specific terms in this (please let me know if I do and I'll fix my warnings) but it is mentioned that reader has hair long enough for Joaquín to tangle his hands in. There are references to nudity. It's also slightly suggestive at times but nothing specific. Word Count: 3.2k A/N: Surprise! It's been a whole month since I last wrote for Joaquín, and then this morning I woke up to those photos of Danny at the Mission premiere and he is so Joaquín in them that I was inspired. I was literally plotting this out at work cause I couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked in that outfit and then I started working on this the second I got home. I'm actually so happy with how it turned out considering I haven't written for Joaquín in a month, but I have missed writing for him so much. I really hope all of you will love this! 💗

“Angel, I really don’t think that Sam would mind that much,” Joaquin calls from the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. He hooks a towel around his waist and moves to stand in the doorway so he can see you, sitting cross legged on the bed, staring down at your phone. “I seriously think he’d be cool with going alone.”

You look up from your phone, eyes falling on your half-naked boyfriend, and forget how to speak for a moment. His hair is still wet and so is his chest – he’d clearly forgotten to dry himself off properly, wanting to talk to you so badly and attempt to convince you to let him stay home again.

Ever since he’d found out that there were no plus ones allowed at the gala he and Sam had been invited to, he had decided that he didn’t want to go. Sam was going to be there too, so it wasn’t like he was going alone, but for some reason, the simple fact that you couldn’t go made it so that he didn’t want to go either.

“Are you listening to me, angel?”

You blink, tearing your eyes away from his chest where you’d apparently been staring, and nod. “I am, but you’re still going to the gala, Joaquin. You made a promise to Sam.”

Joaquin pouts a little and walks across the room towards you. You try not to focus on the fact that the towel around his waist is tied incredibly low and instead, look at the wet footprints he’s leaving as he walks.

“Baby, you’re gonna get the carpet wet!” You scold him, standing up from the bed just as he reaches you. You place your hands on his chest and start to push him backwards towards the bathroom. “Dry yourself off before you come out here. You know better.”

Joaquin’s pout turns into a grin as he’s pushed backwards by you. He finds it adorable when you get so frustrated over the small things like that, and the fact that your hands are on his bare chest is just a bonus. “Well, stay with me in the bathroom while I dry off, then, cause I don’t wanna have to yell at you just to talk to you,” he says, allowing himself to be pushed back to the bathroom.

“Fine,” you sigh, moving to take a seat on the toilet lid.

You try your best not to stare as Joaquin undoes the towel around his waist and gets to work drying himself off. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before – the man does have a habit of wearing nothing or very little around the house – but it still has the same effect on you every time. You make an effort to look at his face instead.

“I can just text Sam and tell him I’m sick or something,” Joaquin suggests, trying to get back to the topic of the gala. “He wouldn’t know if I’m lying or not.”

You groan and lean back against the cistern. “Baby, you are not lying to Sam about being sick. It’s just a few hours. You’ll probably really enjoy yourself when you’re there. It’ll go so fast and then you’ll be home.”

Joaquin picks up his boxers and pulls them on, frowning to himself as he does. He’d really thought that maybe, you watching him dry off after his shower might give you a reason to finally relent and let him stay home… he’d clearly underestimated your ability to stay true to your word. “You won’t be there, though. It’s not going to be as fun if you’re not there with me.”

“So you never had fun before you met me?”

He turns to look at you, a cheeky smile on his face. “Never.”

You roll your eyes and pick up his dress pants, sitting beside you on the vanity, and throw them at him. “Just get dressed, silly.”

“I’m just saying,” Joaquin says, catching the pants and pulling them on. “I’d have so much more fun if I stayed home with you. I’m sure I could could come up with something we could do. There are so many options.”

He does the button on the pants up and looks at you, eyebrows raised. You can tell by the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking and shake your head, trying not to laugh.

“C’mon, angel. What do you say?” He hums, taking a few steps closer to you and reaching down to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is definitely going to work. He knows that you’ve always been susceptible to his touch.

Joaquin almost smiles as you stand up and place your hands on his chest. He places his own hands on your waist and tugs you a little closer to him.

“Baby,” you start, and Joaquin nods at you, his eyes wide and full of hope. “I love you, but I swear if you don’t pick up that dress shirt right now, put it on and finish getting ready, I’m never touching you again. That means no hugs, no kisses, no–”

Joaquin groans and steps back away from you. “You’re killing me here, angel.”

“You’ll live,” you laugh, sitting back down on the toilet lid.

He picks up the dress shirt from the vanity and pulls it on, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The pout on his lips is so cute that you almost stand right back up and kiss him, but you know that if you do, there’s no way Joaquin is leaving the house.

“I might not,” Joaquin huffs, starting to do the buttons up on his shirt. “It’ll be hours without you. I’ll be all alone in a giant room full of strangers.”

You watch as he does the buttons up all the way to the top and can’t help yourself from standing up and taking a few steps towards him. The pout on his mouth stays in place.

“You’re the most social person I know, Joaquin. Since when do you fear a room full of strangers?” You ask, reaching up to the top button of his shirt. “Anyway, I’ll be eagerly waiting for you to come home if that makes you feel any better.”

Joaquin’s hands find your waist again as you unbutton the top button of the shirt. His breath hitches. Has he finally won you over just by being fully dressed and pouty? His grip tightens on your waist as you unbutton the next button. Then, you drop your hands.

“Angel.”

“There, all done,” you smile, leaning up to peck his lips. “Now, come on. I’ll dry your hair and style it for you and then you’ll be all ready to go. Sam will be here soon anyway.”

You move to step away from him and walk out of the room but Joaquin is quick to pull you back to him. Before you have a chance to object, his lips are on yours. You moan a little at the contact which only spurs Joaquin on more. His hands slip underneath the fabric of your pyjama shirt as he manoeuvres you up and onto the vanity behind you. He uses one hand to push your legs apart so he can stand between them. The other hand moves to tangle in your hair.

It takes every ounce of control not to start unbuttoning the rest of Joaquin’s shirt as he kisses you. You can’t even fist the fabric in your hands, not wanting to crease it when he’s about to leave for a fancy gala. His hair, though, is open territory. Despite the fact that it’s still damp, one of your hands weaves its way into it and you can’t help but tug a little. The noise he makes into your mouth is one you wish you could hear over and over again.

Reluctantly, Joaquin has to pull away to breathe soon. His forehead falls against yours, his breathing heavy. One of his hands rests on your thigh, the other one that had been in your hair now gently holding the back of your neck.

“You ready for me to dry your hair now?” You ask, voice a little teasing.

Joaquin rolls his eyes and stands up straight. “You can’t seriously expect me to still go to the gala after that, can you?”

Smiling, you put your hands on his chest and push him back a little, just enough for you to stand up off of the vanity. His hands stay firmly on you, the one that had been on your thigh now resting on your hip instead.

“You say that as if I’m the one who initiated that, baby.”

He can’t help but laugh a little at that. You were right – he had been the one to initiate the kiss. He just hadn’t expected you to get quite as into it as you had. “Okay, fair call.”

You reach down to take one of his hands. “C’mon, baby.”

Joaquin allows himself to be dragged out of the bathroom by you and smiles a little at the fact that only minutes ago, you’d been pushing him back into the bathroom and now you’re dragging him out of it. He allows you to dry his hair, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through it and the warm air from the hairdryer. He especially enjoys the fact that you lean down once it’s all dry and kiss him just behind his ear. He almost turns around and tugs you down onto his lap then and there. He’s surprised he manages to stop himself.

It’s not too long later that you’re standing beside him just inside the front door of your house. There’s a limo outside waiting to pick up Joaquin to take him to the gala. Sam’s already waiting inside, probably very impatiently.

“You sure it’s too late to back out?” Joaquin asks, his arms wrapped around you, hands resting on the small of your back. “I could still pull the ‘hey, I’m feeling sick all of a sudden’ card.”

“No, Joaquin,” you shake your head. “You’re going.”

He groans and throws his head back. “Ugh, fine.”

You take advantage of the situation to stand up on your tip-toes and press a kiss to his neck, right above his Adam’s apple. You can feel him tense up at the sudden contact and feel satisfied that you’ve succeeded in your intentions as you see the look in his eyes.

“What was that for?”

“I’m just giving you another memory to think of when you’re out tonight,” you shrug your shoulders. “You look so handsome that I couldn’t help myself. You should wear shirts like this more often.”

Joaquin chuckles. “Thank you, angel. I think I need another memory though.”

He leans in and kisses you again. It’s only a quick kiss, even though he’d like nothing more than to make it more than that, but it’s good enough for him.

As soon as you break away, there’s the sound of the car horn honking outside – Sam’s way of telling Joaquin to hurry the hell up.

“Now, you really have to go,” you laugh, pulling yourself out of his arms to open up the front door. You shiver a little at the cool evening air and it makes Joaquin want to wrap you up in his arms all over again. “Baby, come on.” You reach out and grab his hand, pulling him forward until he’s finally out on the doorstep.

Joaquin smiles at you, just enjoying the feeling of holding your hand.

“Okay, you go out and have a good night, okay? Text me when you’re on your way home. I’ll try and stay awake for you as long as I can,” you give his hand a squeeze and then let go.

“I won’t be late, I promise. I don’t wanna keep you up,” he says. Joaquin isn’t going that easily, though. He steps forward and gives you another quick kiss. “I love you, angel.” The words are murmured against your lips. “I want more kisses when I’m home, okay?”

Laughing, you gently push him away from you. “Hurry up, you’re keeping Sam waiting!”

“Only when you say you love me too!”

“I love you too. Now go!”

Joaquin grins and finally turns around, starting to walk down the path towards the car. He’s about half way there when he turns on his heel and starts running back to you. You watch him, amused, as he makes his way back towards the house. Unsurprisingly, he meets you with another kiss – this one a little longer and a little rougher than last time.

Instead of being interrupted by a car horn honking this time, it’s the sound of Sam’s voice that makes Joaquin pull away from you, his hand still resting on your back.

“I swear if you don’t get into this car right now, Joaquin, I’m replacing you as Falcon!”

Joaquin’s eyes widen almost comically, but even though a part of him really believes that Sam would do it, it doesn’t stop him from leaning in to peck your lips again before he turns back around and starts running towards the limo.

“I love you, angel!” He yells as he’s running.

“Love you too,” you call back through your laughter.

You watch as he gets into the limo and then notice the window rolling down. He waves to you until the house is no longer visible and then finally looks at Sam for the first time since he’d gotten in.

“Next time, we’re negotiating for plus ones.”

~~~

It’s late by the time Joaquin comes home – much later than you’d anticipated. You’d attempted to stay up as long as you could, but when you hear the key in the front door, you’re half asleep in your bed, the room only lit by a lamp on your bedside table.

“Angel, are you sleeping?” Joaquin’s voice wakes you up a little.

Stifling a yawn, you push yourself into a seated position as the door to your bedroom opens and Joaquin walks inside, a smile on his face the second he sees you. His hair is a little messy, likely from a night of dancing or other tomfoolery, and his shirt is creased like you’d expected it to be when he came home.

“Hey, baby. What time is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes a little. You’re pretty sure you’d fallen asleep for at least a little bit there, but you have no idea when or for how long. “Did you have a good night?”

Joaquin crosses over towards the bed and is about to sit down on it when you stop him.

“No outside clothes on the bed.”

He chuckles and starts to undo his belt. “You just trying to get me naked, angel?”

“If I wasn’t about to pass out, I’d say yes.”

He removes his dress shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor and leaving him in only his boxers before he climbs up onto the bed beside you, his phone in one of his hands. He slides underneath the covers and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him so he can lean in and press a kiss to your cheek.

“It’s like… one a.m., I think,” Joaquin starts, answering your earlier question. “And I had the best night. You were right, angel. I really enjoyed myself once I was actually there.” He pauses for a second, then his eyes light up as he remembers something. “Oh, they had a whole room full of ice sculptures! Have you seen them before? It was so cold in there, like a giant walk-in freezer. They even had a sculpture of me! Wait, I took a picture…”

You smile, leaning into his side as he unlocks his phone and opens up the camera roll. He swipes past about ten selfies of himself before he gets to the ones he wants to show you – the ice sculptures. You’re definitely gonna be asking for copies of the selfies tomorrow.

“I took photos of everything so I could show you,” he explains, stopping on one ice sculpture that is unmistakably Falcon. “How cool is that! I’m an ice sculpture. I mean, not anymore. I’m probably just a puddle of water now but still.”

It’s sweet, the way he’s so excited about how much he’d enjoyed his evening. Even though it’s one in the morning and you wish you were fast asleep, you’re glad to be experiencing the wonder in his eyes and the joy in his voice. How he can be so energetic so late at night though, you don’t understand.

“That’s super cool, baby,” you hum, no longer looking at the photo but up at him.

Joaquin locks his phone and sits it on his bedside table. “Honestly, I think it might’ve been one of the best nights of my life,” he admits.

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh, that’s funny coming from the man who didn’t even want to go in the first place,” you chuckle, amused. You’re a little more awake now, simply from seeing how happy he is. “So, you don’t need those kisses you asked for anymore, then? I can just go back to sleep then.”

He looks down at you. “Okay, so I didn’t say that.”

One of his hands moves to cup your jaw, his thumb gently swiping over your cheek, as he leans in to kiss you again. Despite the fact that he had had a really great night at the gala, it would’ve been made a million times better with you there. And after the kisses you’d shared while he was getting ready, he’s been waiting for this one all night.

The kiss is different to all the ones you’d had before. It’s slow, soft and gentle. It doesn’t last very long, though. Joaquin can tell how tired you are and the last thing he wants is to keep you up any later, especially when he’d been out later than he’d intended on.

“That was nice,” you mutter after he pulls away from the kiss.

“It was,” he agrees, then tilts his head downwards to briefly capture your lips in his again. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, unable to help himself. “But you should get some sleep now, angel. It’s late and you were falling asleep when I came in, I could tell.”

You stifle another yawn and shake your head. “No, I wanna stay up with you longer. I missed you tonight.”

Joaquin’s heart clenches in his chest. You’d been so adamant for him to go, but all this time you’d been at home missing him. You’d even tried staying awake until he’d come home and had barely achieved it.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, angel,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I missed you tonight, too. Every second that I was at that gala I wished you were with me.”

You smile sleepily as you shuffle down so you can lay down in the bed. Joaquin moves to lay beside you, putting his head on his own pillow, the hand that had been on your face moving to rest on your hip.

“You looked really handsome tonight, baby,” you murmur.

“Thank you, angel,” Joaquin replies softly.

“Next time,” you yawn, unable to stop yourself this time, and shuffle closer to him, burying your head in his chest. “You should negotiate for a plus one.”

Joaquin can’t help but chuckle as he wraps his arm around you. “One step ahead of you, angel.”

~~~

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sempiternalmuze · 10 hours ago

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Running Through the Halls of Your Haunted Home

Jack Abbott x doctor!Reader who has some problems being loved

tags: dr. jack abbott x female!reader, hurt comfort, reader runs away for a bit (story takes place when shes back), Robby being Jacks best friend, age/jobs not really established, implied not great childhood for reader, jack loves her ohmygod??, jack would never leave her tbh, a bit more flowery than i'm used to writing so let me know, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2.3k

Five months. That was the timeframe Robby had laid out for you when you'd came to him a few days after Christmas, explaining that you needed a break, need time away from the Pitt, the city, the state. He'd been kind enough to not ask too many questions, but you knew he'd hear it sooner than later directly from Jack during one of their therapy sessions.

So three days after Christmas you packed your bag, grabbed your passport, and changed your number. From one day to the next you had gone from Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center to Portel, Brazil with Doctors Without Borders.

And you lived. You took the time you needed to find your peace again, to pick up the pieces that you had left behind in the dusty apartment Jack and you had shared.

But now it was May-- and Robbie was calling your number every few days. And today when you answered he'd sounded at about wit's end.

"Time's up kid, we need you back here." He sighed, and you could almost see his hand running over his face, tired and no doubt thinking about a fourth—fifth—coffee.

You had stayed silent for a moment, playing with the sheet of your hammock. You glanced at the tents set up by the river, kids running around in a game of tag, parents watching from the sides as they spoke to the other doctors on your crew.

"What if I told you I liked it here more? Then what?" You said, glancing back at the water.

Robby lets out a throaty laugh, one that pulls you away and forces you back to the shuffle of the Pitt. "Because if you did, you would've just said that."

It's a valid point— and true. You wouldn't be asking, wouldn't be hoping he'd tell you any different. You probably would have blocked him, sent an email to Gloria and moved on with your life.

"And I also know what you've got waiting." He whispered. And he was right. You wouldn't just leave like that and not tell Jack. The only reason you had been able to do it the first time was because you knew it was temporary, and small fold in the story you two shared.

"How is he?" The weight was heavy on your shoulders, an invisible force that only left in the depths of night and that was if you were tired enough to fall asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow. Jack was strong, and smart. He'd been through so much worse than a girl who was afraid.

"Well...he visits the roof a lot more now. The first few weeks were...well they were real bad kid." He pauses, like considering what would be too much to tell you. "I offered him to come stay with me, get away from the apartment, but he said he liked it. It gave him a reason to hold on."

Reasons to hold, how very Jack Abbott of him. To want to have hope, to find the reasons even though he wasn't sure where any of it would lead.

"He'd doing better now, I don't have to act like a hostage negotiator too much these days. He comes out to the park with us after work and he makes jokes with the new med students. But he misses you, a lot."

You nodded with a hum into the phone. The sun was so peaceful this time of day, it bounced off the water and on to your skin. You let your eyes close and let your mind drift back to those months ago, from even before the fight, to when things were still solid between the two of you.

Walks in the park after a long shift, hands intertwined as he poked fun at you for your decisions during a shift. The nights spent in bed, room slightly too cold because otherwise you'd burn up with his body heat. Even on the days when it was hard, when his active duty days caught up to him, there was still something to have, because he'd let you hold him, let himself talk and talk about the people and the days of roughing it, of the bad things he saw, of the pain of a leg that was no longer attached to his physical being.

"Kid, I gotta let Gloria know by tonight. Are you back?" Robby's voice broke through the speaker with a crack of static.

"Of course I am Robby."

Now you were running through the airport, hair a mess, sanity hardly in tact. Cassie had been kind enough to come grab you after dropping off Harrison with Chad for the weekend. Today and tomorrow would be your days to get settled, then straight back to it on Monday.

"I've missed you so much!" She squealed, arms wrapped around your center tightly. "You have no idea how much it sucks to have to take on that waiting room with myself and Javadi." She laughs.

"Oh I bet, what would you ever do without me?" You laughed. You held her tight before you both crawled into the car. She started the engine, waving off some security yelling at her and took off.

"How was it?" She asks, face covered in excitement.

"It was amazing Cassie. The people, the pace, the location, all of it was just-perfect." You sigh and throw your head back. "I think it was exactly what I needed."

"That's great." She says. Her tone tells you that there's something else, something on her mind that she isn't saying out loud.

It takes about three minutes of uncomfortable silence and a red traffic light for her to turn to you. "Have you talked to him?"

Cassie was one of about four people who definitely knew what was going on between you and Jack, one of a few who knew lengths you'd go for one another. Her tone is soft, prodding but not overstepping.

"No, Cass I...I didn't want to do anything that might...I don't know, hurt more than it already would?" You sighed. You covered your face with your hands. "I felt horrible, for taking off on him the way I did. But I just...I knew that he'd make me stay."

Cass nods along, listening. She takes your hands in hers, holding it softly over the center console. She doesn't push or try to interject her own thoughts about the whole thing into your mind. She knows you well enough to know that no decision you made came lightly, that it took hours and hours of thought and careful planning.

The light turns green and the car starts moving again. "You don't have to go back so soon. You can stay with Harrison and I if you want to." Cass offers, a small glint in her eyes.

You take a moment to consider before looking out the window. "I need to go back Cass. To my home, to my stuff. I need to go back to him. I ran once but I'm ready. I finally feel ready to face what we left behind." You smile, hands gripping the door handle a bit too tight.

Cass nods and hums. "Just know I'm there. If you need me."

And that's what the conversation is left at. Fifteen minutes later your left staring at your building. Cass offered to go upstairs with you, but you'd elected to face it all yourself.

There were two options that stood in front of you. One, Jack was home, asleep, getting ready to head to bed and face another grueling night shift. The blackout curtains would be drawn and the apartment quiet. Would the floorboards remember your steps or creak under the unfamiliar weight of your long lost body? Maybe they would, and then they'd wake him, and you'd have to explain the last five months of your life to him while he was half asleep.

The other option was simple, he wasn't home, maybe getting groceries before he inevitably came home to crash out on the couch. It had irked you so much when you first started dating. The way he'd get off a few hours before you and offer to do the shopping, just for you to come home and find him asleep in the most neck sore position possible, jacket barely off, jeans twisted too tightly across his legs. But eventually it became a comfort, the way you could rouse him and make him follow you to bed, where you'd help him take off his prosthetic, rip off his scrubs in return for a clean shirt and pj pants. Or sometimes when you were both so tired after a rough day you could snuggle yourself between his arms, him hardly waking up, but still opening his strong arms so you could press against his chest.

And you find yourself hoping it can be like those distant couch sleeps. That he'll be there, asleep on the couch, and you can just lay with him, head pressed against his chest, snuggled right below his chin as his fingers splay over the middle of your back, gripping you as to not let you disappear again.

So when you turn your key into the lock, you take a deep breath. With the click sounding, you push the door open. You roll your suitcase in first, setting it to the side. Then you pause, listening. There's silence, and for a moment you think you're safe. The buzz of the AC when it clicks on startles you, but not as much as the man standing before you.

Jack stands near the couch, hand holding on to it, like he might fall over. He wears a tight black tee, some washed jeans and his tennis shoes. When you finally meet his eyes you see something, a glint of pain? Maybe sadness, maybe shock. His hair is slightly longer along the sides, his facial hair a bit more clean shaven than the stubble you had last seen him in. He doesn't move, neither do you. Its like the saddest cowboy stand off you've ever witnessed.

The click of the door behind you finally breaks the silence. You take a step forward, placing your keys down on the entry table. You can't tear your eyes from his. You wish you could read his face, know where to start on the long list of apologies and begging of forgiveness.

"I know you probably hate me. I know you maybe wish I would have never come back. And I know when I left we were in a bad position, a position that I never wanted to be at with you." Jack opens his mouth to say something, but you're quick to silence him with a raise of your hand.

"But I'm here. I'm here because I love you. Because I never wanted to leave in the first place. And you are the first stable thing I've had in my life since med school." A sudden hiccup burst from you, followed by tears. You couldn't stop it. In an instant your face was crumpled, warm, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Sweetheart..." Jack mutters, marching towards you until his arms swaddled your frame, arms pressing tight around your ribs, fingers grasping at your hair. His face pressed deeply against the crown of your head, and his chest pressed perfectly against your ear until you could hear the thumping of his heart.

"Jack Abbott you— God you fucking took my life and put it back together in ways I didnt think possible. You showed me that I could be loved. I was worthy of love and attention."

You pulled away, Jack's arms still resting across your waist, fingers digging in, as though fully releasing you would mean you walking out the front door forever this time.

"And I ran. I ran because I was so fucking scared that you'd wake up and decide that I wasn't worthy, that you didn't need to be here. And I wouldn't be able to handle that." You glanced at him, and while your vision remained slightly blurred, you found that he was already looking back at you. For a moment you thought pity might be the thing coursing through his dark eyes, but you realized it wasn't even close. It was more like concern, fear.

"I picked that fight because I thought it was the only way to get you to leave. But you didn't. You refused to leave, to give in. And that made me mad." You laugh, wiping your face. Jack cracks a smile, followed by a small chuckle of his own.

"You made me mad because instead of doing what everyone else has done, you planted your feet. And that made me the most scared." You said, staring down at the ground. Jack gave you a moment to collect yourself, and when it seemed your breathing had finally calmed a bit, he took your hands in his, fingers intertwining with his own, his calloused palms pushing against yours.

"I planted my feet because I knew exactly what you were doing." He says, soft, speaking more into your hair than into the open space around you two.

"It was a stupid battle, and you're not stupid, so of course I knew what you were doing. Because I know you, sweetheart." he chuckles a little, the sound vibrating in his throat. "And more importantly, I planted my feet because I wanted to stay. You have never ever been anything short of the most beautiful, loving, smartest, strongest woman in my life. You are the best thing I've had in years." He sighed, his hand lefts yours as it moved up your arm, until it fell onto your jaw, guiding your eyes to his.

"And you put me back together. And I love you for that." He finishes. Neither of you two move, letting each others words swell around your embrace.

Your eyes drop to his lips, soft and kind. He doesn't hesitate, pulling you against him, letting your lips grace each others for the first time in months. You sigh, pressing your body against his. He holds you close as you two drink each other in.

Eventually he pulls away, rests his forehead against yours.

"I've missed you."

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the look of love ⟡ ; chapter 01

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oh your sweet disposition, and my wide eyed gaze - taylor swift, all too well

the first thing you noticed about the facility was its color.

an eyesore emitting dark blue, one that you would hate to see in the summer. it would probably be radiating heat underneath the sweltering sunlight. thank god it was currently autumn and almost winter. your cab pulled to a halt, stopping in front of the enormous building located in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere.

“thanks,” you told your driver, stepping out of the cab. it felt weird, not having to pay for the ride. but according to the woman who you had spoken to earlier--if you could remember correctly, anri was her name--, you were his superior because you were a direct worker of the facility. the driver didn't answer you, only giving you a slight nod as you exited the car.

even the car was painted the same shade of blue.

you knew this whole program was called blue lock, but even a name as evident as that had to have had its limits, right? who was even funding this whole thing anyway? the japanese football union? either way, this had to have cost millions, maybe even billions. walking into the facility, you immediately noticed the plastic lighting and lack of windows.

this was going to be a long few months.

sitting at a table right in front of the entrance was anri, her eyes scanning through dozens of papers. “hi! nice to see that you made it.” anri stated, practically bouncing out of her chair. she handed you a stack of papers. “these are all 300 of the participants. hopefully you understood how the first selection and team structures work so far from the emails.”

the program had sent you emails upon emails, explaining everything about the blue lock program. the first selection was to weed out the weakest players, and they would lie to each stratum about how they were the lowest of the low. they would then proceed with the second selection, and hopefully, a match against the u20 japan team would then be scheduled.

you nodded. "yeah, i did. thank you.” your eyes glossed over each name and team, hoping to recognize anything familiar. itoshi--maybe that was the sibling of itoshi sae? mikage--was that the fucking mikage corporation? how did they even manage to get such a big name here? but one single name stuck out to you.

isagi yoichi, ichinan high school, saitama. age 17. team z #5 (299)

ichinan high school was not only where you went for high school, but isagi was also an acquaintance of yours. you weren't in the same class this year, but you were both in the same class for your first and second year of middle school, along with your first year of high school. you talked with him occasionally, and he was nice. he, similar to you, had always been a loner at school, so you always had a bit of a soft spot for him.

someone as meek and gentle as him wouldn't be able to survive here so easily.

“you're here as a psychologist, right?” anri asked. “i don't want you to be some sort of elite vip watching the hunger games, so i hope you can help out with chores or at least help out with talking to the players and being a friend to them. i'm not sure how ego would feel about that, but it probably isn't fun to have the belief that everyone here is your enemy.”

“oh, sure.” you were a bit taken aback by her words; she was much more blunt than you expected. “i don't mind. i can talk to them. and i'll try to do anything that you need me to do.”

“good. do you want to go around the facility first to just get used to the formatting of this location? if you couldn't tell, it's pretty large.” anri recommended. “the players should probably be changing right now. their tag game will be starting soon.”

you nodded. you obviously didn't want to watch them change, but their tag games would surely be entertaining. “alright then. i'll meet you back here later. text me if you need anything.” with that, you began to walk through the air-conditioned hallways. it was a bit colder than you had expected, but maybe that made sense because most of the residents here are athletes.

you wanted to watch all of the team z members playing the tag game. they were the lowest of the low, so you expected them to take the easy route to survive and just eliminate the player of the lowest rank. it would be interesting, seeing how the lowest will act just for just a small chance of salvation.

it was best to get familiar with this strange new location, especially since you'll be living here from now on. not only that, but you'll be paid for working here. technically, you're an intern here who's studying for psychology, but from anri's words, you sounded more like a manager.

maybe it wasn't the best idea to apply for a job that you had not much information about after all, but the pay was certainly worth it. it was at least above the minimum wage in japan. four million yen per year. that's not too bad.

but as you walked, your mind continued to wander back to isagi. you’ve known him since what, elementary school? around there. you were only 6 when you first met him, and yet his personality hasn’t changed much. still the same docile, demure kid.

plus, he wasn’t the brightest either. you couldn’t name a single time he received a good grade on an assignment that he did by himself. he always barely passed tests, though from what you heard, it was because he often stayed up late not to study but to watch soccer matches. his looks were better than a lot of people said, but you weren’t one to give pretty privilege. he was rather unnoticeable, and you wouldn't be betting on him during a gamble.

unfortunately, the first four team z teams were exhaustingly repetitive and almost boring. they all went for number 300, only targeting the member of the lowest rank. the most interesting member in the first four team z’s was a guy with blue hair but looked like a girl. if you could remember correctly, hiori was his name.

finally, you reached the final team z. the one that isagi was in. hopefully, isagi will pass this tag game. you placed your hand on the handle, inhaling a breath before pushing the door open and taking a step in.

the intensity was enough to stiffen your entire body.

there were only four seconds on the clock, and isagi was in possession of the ball. and yet, the four ticks of the clock were happening awfully slowly. the two seconds felt like forever, and yet you couldn’t even bring yourself to mind.

your eyes were fixated on isagi. for some reason, there was almost a strange blue fire in isagi’s eyes. his irises were locked to the ball, his lips mouthing something that you could faintly make out as “the strongest person.”

did isagi always have that look in his eyes?

you could only stare in awe. in that moment, he looked like the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. from each and every contour of his face to the slight part of his lips; you wouldn’t mind looking at this sight forever. your eyes put the stars to shame at that moment.

maybe it was infatuation. maybe it was just admiration. maybe it was the excitement of finding something new that you're now curious in. maybe it's the feeling of discovering something new. maybe it's the feeling of finding something with the potential to change the world in the future. or maybe it was just interest. but whatever it was, you knew you wanted to stay with isagi for longer now.

maybe he wasn’t as unnoticeable as you’d thought after all.

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 1 day ago

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Secret Secret - Chapter 8

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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The 2-and-a-half-hour flight from Incheon to Narita was single handedly the most terrifying 2 and a half hours of your life. Sat in between a random girl in her early 20’s and one of the stylists, you clutched the elbow rests for dear life as the plane shook from turbulence.

The girl side-eyed you. “If you're going to puke, don't do it on me”

You didn't even have the energy to correct her on her assumption. You were sure anybody who glanced at your pale and pinched face would assume you were just a nervous flyer but guessing that your nerve wrecked frame was thinking about the metaphorical bomb currently resting down below in the cargo area was the furthest thing from anybody’s minds. Except, maybe, Chan.

Chan, who had tried to reassure you in the half hour before he boarded (you didn’t board until later, with most of the other staff), and who you hadn’t talked to since the flight took off. Chan, who you knew from the few weeks you had been working with him would surely take responsibility for anything wrong that happened. Who held way too much weight on his shoulders. You almost felt guilty for needing his help, but at the same time relieved that at least you weren’t going to go through this alone.

The moment the seatbelt sign was off, you were determined to get some space. You licked your lips and forced a smile onto your face, turning to the stylist next to you. “Sorry, excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.”

She gave you an odd look but made no move to get out of her seat, instead leaning back in her seat and giving you an expectant look. You shuffled past her and practically ran to the bathrooms in front of you, almost entering the empty room when the curtains leading to the first-class section shifted to the side, and you blinked up at Felix.

“Oh, good. I was just going to go looking for you,” He whispered behind his mask, glancing behind you and then shuffling to the side. “Come here.”

The two of you moved to the smaller area where drinks and snacks were held, the area empty and out of view of the rest of the cabin. After confirming there wasn’t anyone watching, he dropped his mask and swiped his hoodie back, running his fingers through his hair.

“Please tell me Chan has a plan,” You practically begged, fingers gripping his arm a little tighter than you normally would.

“He has a plan,” Felix said slowly, looking like he didn’t quite believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You stared at him expectantly, but when he didn’t elaborate, you frowned. “Why do I have a feeling he doesn’t actually have a plan?”

“No, he does!” Felix insisted. “It’s just … probably not one you’d like.”

“What do you mean?”

He gave you a sheepish smile.

-0-0-

You were going to murder Chan.

To be fair, you weren’t coming up with any great ideas to deal with the problem you had caused to begin with, but when he told you he had a plan, you weren’t expecting to be directly involved. You paced in front of the elevator of the hotel you had been set up in, two floors below where the boys were settled in, waiting for the confirmation text from Felix.

It was a simple plan, which should have eased your worries.

Felix was roomed with Hyunjin. Hyunjin had a sensitive nose and liked to shower after getting off the plane. So, while he was in the shower, Felix would get the suppressant for you and hand it off before he finished.

Simple.

But your mind couldn’t help but go over the million ways that everything could go to shit over and over again as you anxiously waited, wearing a hole in the fancy carpet that probably cost more than a year of your paycheck.

For starters, if Hyunjin opened his suitcase to get a change of clothes before getting in the shower, the towel wrapped bottles would be right on top, ruining the entire plan. Felix assured you that Hyunjin usually grabbed his clothes after his shower (which provided an image you desperately tried not to think about), but usually was not enough of a reassurance for you.

Then there was the worry you would be caught on their floor.

As an employee it wouldn’t be totally out of the norm to be up there, but as only a translator it would be odd for you to be interacting with the members outside of work reasons, and you desperately wanted to avoid rumors or any attention to yourself at the moment. And if somebody caught you with the suppressants in your hands, it would also make this entire plan pointless.

Not to mention the time constraints.

You didn't have to worry too much about your company assigned roommate, since she was a makeup artist you didn't know too well, and she had excused herself to another colleague's room after throwing her bag onto one of the beds. On the other hand, the boys had an interview in 2 hours and would only be given an hour at the most to unwind, get changed, and then they would be leaving. You had to rely heavily on Chan to make sure the other members wouldn’t be roaming the halls or in the elevator when you had to go up.

And as if your thoughts had summoned it, your phone buzzed in your hands.

You froze, taking a moment to just stare down at your phone with wide eyes, and then you pressed the elevator button.

It took exactly 43 seconds for the doors to the fifth floor to open up, and you shuffled quickly down the hall to room 502, which unfortunately was at the very end of the hall. The very door you were heading towards opened a few seconds before you reached it.

Felix peeked his head out, face breaking out into a blinding smile when he saw you. “Hey!”

“Shhh!” You hissed, getting closer. “You got it?”

He pulled his hands out from behind the door, and you nearly cried at the sight of the toweled bundle. Everything had gone to plan so far.

“Here. You should get back soon, Hyunjin won't be long.”

You accepted the bundle, cradling it close to your chest like it was a baby. “Thank you.”

“Felix?”

The two of you shared a wide-eyed look as Hyunjin called out from the room. He waved you off before closing the door behind him, and you shuffled back towards the elevator while looking down at the towel to make sure both bottles were still in there.

As you were two doors from the elevator, the last door to the right suddenly opened, and Minho paused as you passed him.

It was only pure adrenaline that kept your feet moving when your entire body wanted to freeze. You cursed whatever god was listening.

Of all times.

A minute later and you would have been in the clear.

You pressed the button for the elevator and held your breath, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't, and you quickly got onto the elevator and pressed the button for your floor without looking up, too scared at what you might see. It was only as the doors began to close that you risked a glance, only to find Minho already walking away, his back the last thing you saw as the door shut.

You bit your lip hard enough it started to bleed.

Well, that went well.

-0-0-

For the entirety of the day, and then the following, you found yourself wondering if Minho would confront you.

Both Chan and Felix (who you had frantically sent a message to the moment you returned to your own room) assured you that Minho wasn't the curious type and wouldn't tell anyone, but you found yourself still staring at him every time you were in the same room.

Thankfully, the actual work at hand left you busy enough that your worries didn’t have time to fester into anxiety. Translating during interviews would be easier when in English speaking countries, but Japanese was a language that the boys were only familiar with from an idol’s perspective, so complicated questions had to be simplified, and slang had to be translated.

You were still impressed at how much Minho seemed to understand, and Chan did his best to answer what he could in Japanese, but more often than not, it was quicker if you translated for the interviewer. All in all, it was one of the last interviews of the week, two days before their first concert, and you were ready to wrap everything up.

And then the last question was asked.

At first, you had simply thought you misheard it and asked the interviewer to repeat the question, mentally going through the approved list of questions that had been confirmed weeks ago. As far as you were concerned, the questions should have been over. And then the question was repeated, and your mind seemed to catch up to the actual words being spoken by the middle-aged Japanese man as if he was asking about the weather.

You weren’t sure if his nonchalance made the question worse or not.

There was a moment of silence. You glared at the interviewer, he smiled pleasantly at the group, and the group were starting to realize something was up as they all looked expectantly over at you.

You refused to return their gazes, keeping your mouth shut.

After what felt like a minute, but was only a few seconds, the interviewer finally realized something was up. He turned to look at you as well, but at your continued silence, he then turned back to the group with an awkward laugh and had the audacity to start trying to ask the question in English!

It was butchered, the verb he was starting to use was the wrong one, but you didn’t even want the members to get even an idea of the horrible question he had thought was at all appropriate to ask.

You cut him off. “Thank you so much for this interview. Unfortunately, that’s all the time we have today.”

Even speaking in Japanese, you’re sure your voice gave away your anger, and a few of the members (even a staff member in the corner) all gave you wide eyed looks as you stood up, ushering the interviewer away.

You were thankful that the team’s security members, despite not speaking a lick of Japanese, were quick to pick up on the change in vibes, helping you get the interviewer out of the room. You spared only a short glance back at the group- at the confused and worried look that Chan had- before you spun on your heels and followed them all out.

The moment the doors were closed, the interviewer was rounding on you, pushing against securities hold on him. “What was that? I didn’t even get to thank them-“

“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops on you for that incredibly inappropriate question you just asked!” You yelled at him.

“Please, as if it’s a crime to ask a question,” he scoffed.

“It’s harassment, is what it is.”

“It’s a perfectly reasonable question in Japan-“

“I don’t care!” You shouted, and the security member closest to you gave you a look. You ignored her. “It should never, never, be appropriate to ask a pack about their mating cycles! The fact that you think it is, is disgusting! You should be ashamed of yourself. There is a reason we have a list of approved questions, and it’s so our idols do not get embarrassed or feel attacked by an interviewer.”

The interviewer shifted uncomfortably as he realized that the people in the hall were now all staring at the scene. “It’s a legitimate medical question. If they’re going to be on tour for such a long time, it’s bound to cause delays, a-and their fans are entitled to know!“ he stuttered out.

“Get him out of my sight,” You told the security guards in Korean, and without listening to the protest’s the interviewer tried to give, you walked back into the room you had just left.

You nearly hit Jisung in the face with he door, and he began to sputter as he realized he had been caught listening in. The other boys, all way too close to the door to not have been eavesdropping as well, at least had the decency to pretend they weren’t. You ignored them, making your way over to the manager.

You could feel a headache growing in your temples.

“I need you to blacklist that interviewer, maybe get in touch with the company he works with. He should never be allowed to interview any of our idols again,” You whispered softly to Soojin, and he gave you a worried look.

“Do I want to know what he asked?”

“No, you don’t.”

-0-0-

The first day's concert went by without a hitch. You translated anything the boys struggled to say in Japanese, but they had been practicing their lines, and any improvised sentences were simple enough that even the members less familiar with the language could react in their own way. There was one embarrassing moment where you had been too busy laughing at something Felix had said that it wasn't until the crowd's yells of confusion clued you in to the fact that he had spoken in Korean, not Japanese. You quickly translated his words over the exclamations of the other members.

It was only after the concert, in the hotel bar late at night, that you finally managed to talk with Chan since the flight. It wasn’t planned, but the moment you spotted the alpha sitting by himself at the end of the bar you found yourself heading in his direction, only taking a moment to make sure that nobody was looking in your direction.

There were only three other individuals in the bar, one of them the bartender. It made sense.

It was nearly 2 in the morning.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You wondered, making yourself comfortable in the seat next to Chan.

He startled, eyebrows shooting up as he spotted you. He said your name softly, like he wasn’t really sure you were there, and then he smiled. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Chan nodded. “Me either.”

In reality, you had woken up from a nightmare. You couldn’t remember anything that had happened in your dream, only that it had left you with a feeling of dread. The hotel bar wasn’t your original destination, but the restaurant had been closed, and you were suddenly glad you had decided to get a drink instead of laying in your bed for the rest of the night. Chan’s presence was surprisingly calming.

The bartender made his way over, giving you a tired smile. “What can I get you?”

You ordered your favorite drink, and it wasn’t until it was brought over, and you had taken a sip, that Chan finally spoke.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

“Hmm?”

Chan let out a sigh, straightening up and turning to you. “Thank you. For defending my pack against the interviewer yesterday.”

You stared at him with a blank stare for a few seconds, mind racing as you tried to figure out what gave it away. “Who told you?”

“One of the security guards speaks Japanese. We’re close.”

“Ah.” You were suddenly a lot thirstier, sipping at the rest of your drink to keep from having to speak until you realized that he had thanked you. “Right. You’re welcome.”

There’s a moment of awkward energy, where you’re suddenly not sure if you should leave or not, but then he lets out another sigh. He stands up slowly, placing a hand to the back of your chair as he passes behind you.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs, and then he’s gone.

It wouldn’t be until you were finished with your own drink and ready to leave a few minutes later that you learned he had paid for your drink.

-0-0-

The second day was setting up to be fairly similar to the first. You were starting to get into a pre-show routine, which allowed you a moment of calm to listen to music and hang out in the staff resting area while the others were running around getting everything set up. You would only be needed right before the concert started, having already gone through sound check and made sure your microphone was working fine.

According to your phone, you still had around 40 minutes until you needed to head towards the backstage area you would be translating from.

You closed your eyes again and planned on getting in a quick nap.

Your earphone did a good job of blocking out noises, but you could still hear the door opening every once in a while, and people chattering, though you couldn’t make out the words. You were hidden somewhat in the back of the room, laying on a couch that was facing another couch with a table in between.

In between songs, you could hear footsteps approaching.

You had planned to ignore it, thinking it was just another staff member looking for some peace and quiet, but the footsteps weren’t heading towards the couches in the back. You paused your song and lifted your head, only to be met with an empty room.

Confused, you looked around.

The door was still closed, but you could have sworn the footsteps hadn’t left. It wasn’t until you sat up, the leather of the couch making a squeaking sound as your weight shifted, that you noticed the figure huddled in the corner.

Jisung stared at you with wide eyes, like he was also surprised to see you there. Considering your clothes blended in to the couch, he very well might have been.

“Oh, sorry-“ You paused, noticing his pale face, the way his shoulders were moving too quickly, and the fear that was starting to burn your nose.

Oh.

“Jisung, are you okay?” You asked him, even though you knew the answer.

He bit his lip, face falling before he hid it in between his arms, legs curling up against his body until he was protected from your sight.

The distressed scent grew stronger.

You swore softly, moving quickly but carefully towards the panicking beta.

For a moment, you were glad that he wasn’t an omega. The scent of a distressed omega would linger far longer than that of a beta, and that would bring way too much attention to you, regardless if it was your scent of not.

Jisung didn’t move even as you got close. You paused near the table in between the two of you, eyeing his shoulders carefully to make sure he wasn’t hyperventilating. It seemed as if it was more of an anxiety attack at the moment, possibly embarrassment at breaking down in front of you.

You grabbed a bottle of water just in case.

Less worried knowing that the beta was actually breathing fine, you allowed yourself to get comfortable on the ground next to him. It was silent for a few minutes, in which you sent a quick message to Chan from the number he had given you all that time ago.

Y: 'Jisung is in the staff lounge. He seems upset.’

You received a reply instantly.

C: 'Minho’s on his way.’

Y: I don’t think he wasn’t company right now.’

Despite being read instantly, you didn’t receive a reply. You assumed that there must have been a conversation of sorts, and Minho was either convinced not to barge into the room or had been held back, because the doors remained close until Jisung finally let out a sigh, lifting his head.

He eyed you with red eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You offered him the water bottle without a word, giving him a reassuring smile and then allowing him some privacy to put himself back together.

Your phone beeped from your alarm.

“You have thirty minutes before the show starts.” You gave a quick look over, noticing his stage outfit and tear-stained cheeks. “You should probably get a makeup artist to help with … you know.”

You motioned to his face, and he nodded, still looking unsure.

Even with the lingering pressure, Jisung made no moves to get up or leave. You allowed him another minute, and then let out a sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Jisung huffed. “I don’t-“

“It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, it’s okay. I just … sometimes I just have bad days,” He admitted, playing with the cap of the water bottle.

“Everyone has bad days,” You offered, then wondered if your words would be taken the wrong way. You quickly added. “People will understand if you’re not okay.”

“I know. But being an idol, it has so much … so many expectations. To go out there, to people who paid sometimes hundreds of dollars, who made plans to come see us, who might never see us perform again, just to not give it my all …”

He trailed off, wiping his eyes as they began to tear up again.

“I just don’t like feeling this way.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You weren’t sure there was anything you could say. Instead, you offered him some emotional support, leaning your head against his shoulder and wishing that you were open as an omega and able to help him calm down with your scent.

But the next best thing came in the form of Seungmin finally opening up the door. He eyed you two carefully for a second, unsure if he should come in, but Minho pushed past him and didn’t hesitate to make his way over.

“Jagi,” he breathed, looking relieved once he was close enough to gauge that his fellow member was okay. Just in case, he asked, “are you okay?”

Jisung nodded his head, and you pulled away in worry that your presence might be in the way.

Seungmin walked in at a much calmer pace, pumping out the much-needed calming hormones. “You having a moment, hyung?”

Jisung laughed. “Don’t call me that you little gremlin.”

Minho and Seungmin both seemed to lose some of the tension in their shoulders at his reply. You were surprised when you made to get up, only to have Minho’s attention on you at the slightest movement. For a second, you felt like a prey animal about to be pounced.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and despite staring right at you, his next question was still directed to Jisung. “Do you need some more time?”

It was only as his gaze dropped down that you realized you were holding Jisung’s hand in your own. You flushed in embarrassment, but your reaction only drew a downright predatory grin from the Alpha. Seungmin sighed.

“We don’t have that much time,” He muttered, shooting Jisung an apologetic look. “If you want to sit this one out, you need to let us know now.”

Jisung shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “No, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

He said it almost to himself, but you smiled reassuringly when he faced you.

“Thank you,” He said, with more confidence than you expected. You watched as he got to his feet, remembering the conversation you had had not that long ago.

‘I guess it’s easy when you’ve got a stadium full of beautiful people screaming your name’

“I’ll be cheering you on,” You told him, raising your first and shaking it towards him. “Fighting!”

And with a genuine smile, Jisung left looking better than when he had arrived. Seungmin gave you a small nod as he followed, but Minho lingered long enough to watch you get to your own feet and begin to gather your things. You expected him to say something, but he finally left without a word.

-0-0-

Finding Chan in the hotel bar later that night wasn’t as much as a surprise as it had been yesterday.

You sat down without worry. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

He laughed, giving you a soft look as he slid a drink over to you. It was the same one you had ordered the day before. You blinked in surprise.

“How did you know I was going to show up?”

“I didn’t,” He offered, looking down at his own drink. “But I hoped. I wanted to be able to thank you again, for what you did for Jisung.”

You shrugged. “I just did what felt right. He looked like he needed a friend.”

Chan continued to stare at the side of your face, and you hoped he would blame the blush that was starting to creep up your neck on the alcohol.

Once again, he paid for you as he left.

After everything that happened that day, you were more than eager to settle down and try to get some sleep. You would have a day off tomorrow and the day after, but there were a few more interviews scheduled for the weekend before you’d be flying out on Monday. So far, you were glad to know the first leg of the tour was almost over.

You entered the elevator without realizing you were being followed.

Minho slipped in next to you without a word, and you froze.

He didn’t say anything as the doors began to close, but he made no moves to push any of the buttons. It’s only when the elevator hadn’t moved for a few seconds that you realized that neither had you.

You tentatively reached forward and pressed your floor number.

He finally spoke when the elevator began to move up. “You and Chan seem awfully cozy.”

You swallowed. “He was just thanking me for helping out with Jisung.”

“Hmmm. And I suppose Felix was just lending you a towel the other day.”

You found yourself praying for any god out there that could hear for a way out of this conversation.

“I didn’t want to go down to the front desk. Felix had an extra,” You lied, hoping it would be enough.

“You want to try that again?”

You took a deep breath. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“I don’t know,” Minho drawled, giving you a predatory look. “Am I?”

You were on opposite sides of the elevator, but the step he took towards you suddenly put him within arms reach of you, and your heartrate jumped.

You almost laughed in relief when the elevator suddenly stopped. The elevator had reached your floor, but it seemed as if your prayers had finally arrived, if a little late.

Or maybe someone up there had a sick sense of humor.

The elevator doors made a strange screeching sound as they began to open, and you both turned to stare in confusion. Only halfway open, they stopped.

And then the elevator shifted, creaking.

You shared a wide-eyed glance with Minho, unable to even make a noise before suddenly the elevator dropped.

The sound that escaped you was something you didn’t even realize you could make. The elevator stopped almost as quickly as it had dropped, but through the still halfway open doors you could make out that the elevator had settled somewhere in between two floors. You shuddered as the creaking noise continued, scared too even make a move.

It was after nearly a minute of silence between you two that Minho finally spoke.

“Are you okay?”

You eyed his tightly clenched fists that were doing their best to leave their impression on the railings, the way his muscles were tense, the look of pain on his face.

“Are you?”

He let out a huff, releasing his grip slowly. And then he began to slide down the elevator wall until he was on the floor, legs spreading out in front of him. He let out another breath, and then another, and you suddenly began to grow worried he was hyperventilating.

You shifted forward, pausing to make sure the elevator wouldn’t move, but it seemed to be stable. Figuring it was okay, you walked the two steps until you were next to him, kneeling by his side.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay,” You told him, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

He slapped your hand away. “Don’t!”

His voice was rough, almost a growl. You felt your chest tighten in worry and rejection, but he was still breathing hard. Was he going to pass out? You wanted to help him, but afraid to touch him again, you held your hands out in front of you to get his attention.

“You need to breathe,” You said softly, trying to hide your own panic. “Take a deep breath in.”

He shuddered again and then let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not- I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Well, you’re definitely not calm,” You argued.

Minho closed his eyes, his head slamming back against the wall hard enough to let out a clang, and you reached forward without thinking.

“Be careful!”

He grabbed your wrist, eyes opening only a sliver to glare at you. And then, as you stared at each other in anger, he suddenly seemed to droop. He let out a swear, dropped your wrist, and swallowed.

And then the scent began to reach you.

There, lingering in between the fear and anxiety that had originally escaped from the first few seconds of the elevator dropping, was an unmistakable scent.

Your mouth dropped. “Oh.”

Minho let out a groan. “I’m sorry. I can’t-“ He let out another shuddered breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I … It’s okay,” You offered, moving back.

Suddenly everything was starting to make sense. The lingering stares, the flared nose, the almost predatory way he had been behaving. No wonder he didn’t want you touching him right now; you were surprised he hadn’t bitten you with his instincts running this high.

Alphas could be very sensitive when in pre-rut.

You turned back to the bigger problem, pressing the emergency button on the elevator and hearing a soft ringing noise. Your first concern was getting the two of you out.

But there was a bigger problem you were starting to realize.

It was late. Really late. You had gotten out of bed without thinking about it, but now it was all you could think about. The fear and anxiety lingering in the air wasn’t just coming from Minho.

You didn’t have your fake pheromone perfume on right now, just scent blockers. And they were starting to wear off.

And you were stuck in an elevator with an Alpha going into rut.

“It’s going to be okay,” You reassured Minho when the emergency alarm didn’t immediately get attention. “We’re going to be okay.”

But you weren’t so sure.

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deathbxnny · 2 days ago

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If you aren't doing requests anymore, just ignore this, otherwise, thanks for the write! Mind if I request the arcane girls (yes this is coming from a bi bitch) with a reader lover who's caring for the girls when they're sick and literally cuffing the stubborn ones to the bed if they try and get out of bed and shrug off their sickness, and also making soup for them

Stubborn Arcane women being taken care of when they're sick! | Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy this too, Anon!<33

Content: Mentions of characters having a common cold, established romantic relationships, fluff, unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

Being sick is never a possibility in her mind. She rarely ever gets sick and refuses to acknowledge it even if she did. She could be dying on the floor and still find a way to get up casually, despite all odds.

Once she gets into a relationship with you though, things suddenly change. Even the slightest sign of sickness gets her practically shackled to the bed now. Something she doesn't enjoy whatsoever, especially as she isn't used to how gentle and caring you are.

With that said, despite never daring to admit it, she really does secretly enjoy how you spoil her when you manage to keep her home whilst she's sick. From being fed delicious, warm soups to getting careful massages for her aching muscles. It truly is heaven on earth in a way.

She definitely also had to keep you from going and arguing with Silco, whenever he demanded for her to come to work anyways. Sevika was flattered you loved her so much, but please don't get yourself killed over this...

"I'm not sick." She hissed out with a frown, clearly unimpressed by you practically forcing her into bed. But you didn't let up, calmly continuing to tuck her into the soft sheets with a worried look. "Yes you are... and you're running a terrible fever too!" You muttered, quick to dodge her hand as she attempted to lightly swat you away when you took her temperature. "You're staying here whether you like it or not."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed in defeat. There was no convincing you otherwise of this and she honestly didn't have the energy for it either. "Let me get you some warm soup, actually..." You whispered mostly to yourself, yet didn't miss the way she perked up at the sound of your handmade food. She always loved everything you cooked.

"Hm... fine, maybe this isn't too bad..." She definitely ignored the victorious giggle you let out after.

》JINX

Jinx doesn't want to be a burden to you in any way, shape or form. So lying about her weakening condition, or even injuries, was common for her. Unfortunately however, she was a terrible liar and you looked right through her every time... much to her dismay.

She really didn't want to worry you and therefore usually opted to stay out as late as possible to deal with her sickness instead... but sometimes, you just are alot faster than her. Especially with Isha now as back up. Escape was impossible when you two teamed up against her.

And it's not like she really complained either! If anything, she did feel extremely grateful for the care you give her, when she's sniffling and coughing away. She loved your attention more than anything and what's better than getting extra love from you?

Now that she was tucked in tightly in bed and had her left hand unceremoniously handcuffed to a random nearby pipe, Jinx found herself simply sinking into sheets with a sigh. She wasn't fast enough to get away this time and pretending to not be sick didn't work either under your watchful eye. So surrendering was the only option now.

"Fine, fine... ya got me, okay?" You and Isha high fived eachother with victorious grins, before scurrying off to find the right medicine and something warm for the sick girl to eat. The care and love you two gave her secretly overwhelmed her, as she wasn't used to it anymore after being without it for so long... but she appreciates it by thanking you often.

She might even play sick for a bit, if it meant to get your attention for longer.

》VI

Being sick? What's that? It didn't exist in her world. And similarly to Sevika, she refused to acknowledge it, mainly because she hated admitting to any form of weakness. So she can't possibly ever be sick! You're just imagining things...

However, as expected, you did not fall for any lies or excuses. You never did, but that wasn't too surprising. You always took care of her even when it were just minor injuries, so a full blown cold would get her shackled to the bed the second she coughed a little too hard.

She gets why you do it, she really does. But come on! She has things to do, people to beat up. Vi was stuck in Stillwater for so long, a common cold was nothing to her. She has been through worse, really.

But everything stills when you take care of her so lovingly, the foreign feeling basically making her addicted for more. So that's what it felt like to be loved after so long...?

"You know... maybe this ain't too bad after all, cupcake." The woman grinned, seemingly finally satisfied after about an hour of arguing and being forced into bed to rest. Deadpanning, you sighed and shook your head, before placing another cool towel on her warm forehead. "Really now?" You asked, voice laced with a small tinge of exhaustion.

She was as stubborn as they come. But you were equally matched in that sense. And this time, you thankfully came out on top in the struggle... for now at least. Who knows when she'll find the energy to torment you again so you need to make the best of the situation and take care of her as fast as possible.

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yannig · 3 days ago

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Miscommunication is the entire point, actually

I've complained about the total and complete lack of communication between Charlie and Babe, because I don't like miscommunication tropes on principle. They're rarely done well, and even then they frustrate me a lot.

However, after some time to cool off, and some nice reminders from people on here that said miscommunication is very much in character, I am pretty confident the show is going somewhere with said trope, and not just struggling to find conflict in the story.

(which, considering the kind of show Pit Babe is, would be a pretty big red flag, especially that early in the season)

First of all, it's more than just Babe and Charlie struggling to communicate about Willy. It's also Jeff straight up refusing to tell Alan that his visions are coming back, even when he asks. It's Sonic avoiding North and dancing around whatever the actual issue is.

That makes 3 (romantic) relationships hindered by miscommunication! Out of... well arguably 3, at this point in the story. Pete and Chris aren't anything yet, and Kim and Kenta still haven't been on screen together this season!

That's not a coincidence or laziness, that's a deliberate theme. The writers clearly have a point to make.

Which is reassuring, because there is nothing more frustrating (and worrying) than a theme that seems to exist on accident, or a plot-line that writers don't seem invested in.

The second reason I'm certain this is deliberate is because some characters in this show can communicate, and are written in a very pointed way.

The first one is Kim, because my man has always been very straightforward about who he is and what he wants, telling Alan he's changing team because, as much as they're pack friends, X-Hunter is not what he needs as an athlete. He's both very open and clear about why he's leaving, and reassuring that they're still friends and it doesn't change anything off the track (though the fact that he didn't appear in ep2 does diminish that a bit). Great job, 10/10, communication goals, you'll need at least that to get through Kenta.

The second one is Alan, who is trying very hard to model healthy communication for Jeff, even if it doesn't seem to be working yet. It's the way he tells Jeff that he can come to him about anything, but doesn't push when Jeff deflects. It's the way he tells Jeff he's sad about Kim leaving and lets himself be comforted. It's also the way he shows Jeff by including him in all his decisions: Jeff clearly knows before anyone else about North's promotion and Dean's return, and we see him with Alan and Dean in the kitchen when Dean first arrives (I would not bet on Jeff waking Alan up in the opposite situation).

The third one is North, trying desperately to reach Sonic over the entire canyon Sonic has unexpectedly dug between them. It's the way he change the subject himself when Sonic doesn't answer his question about the phone call, the way he offers a group meal since Sonic seems uncomfortable with him, the way he ends up asking clearly if Sonic is avoiding him when nothing else seems to work, the way he's still trying to find the right thing to say even as Sonic is leaving. He wants so desperately to get some footing with Sonic he's trying every possible approach, reaching toward him again and again and again. It's not working, but boy is the poor man trying to open communication back up.

So yeah. This feels very pointed. There are just too many elements that revolve around communication for it to not be deliberate.

At this point, I'm pretty convinced communication is gonna the central plot-point and theme of the season and probably half the character arcs. Is there scheming going on with Tony and Willy, plus all the research for the serum? Yes. But it's all gonna hang on how the characters can or cannot communicate with each other.

Mind you, deliberation doesn't guarantee quality. But we do get a much better chance at an interesting development. And the fact that this theme is so obvious so early makes me pretty confident they know where they are going.

#which means i will tuck my frustration away in my back pocket and try to forget about it #and i really really hope they get this right 🤞#because until now i was just expecting a fun ride #but now it really looks like they're making promises theme-wise and i will be very disappointed if it goes nowhere #pit babe 2 #pit babe #pit babe season 2 #mine

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cryingatwindermerepeaks · 3 days ago

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Cg!Van x Little!Reader (me)

This is the most self indulgent fic you’ll probably ever read. So. Yeah.

Notes -> crying, lots of crying, negative self thought, the most brief mention of sh, she/they papa Van, fem little!reader (who has had a very bad day. Probably got yelled at by their principal or something, I wouldn’t know), a weird anecdote because im not used to this writing style.

Word count: 1034

The water is hot - burning really - where it had been ice cold only moments before. It had been a feeble attempt to calm your breathing, jolting your body with cold water to slow your heart. It’s a fact you learnt in 10th grade science, from your batshit crazy teacher who warbled on about genetic modification all year and quit with no warning. It worked for about ten seconds today before you were back to hauntingly achy cries. The tears - at least - don’t burn in comparison to the water you’d just shot up unthinkingly in temperature. They won’t leave tracks after you get out, either, the only worry you need to have right now is that you are being so loud and everyone can definitely hear. At least the thought of everyone knowing how much of a pathetic cry baby you are is distracting your mind from the real reason you’re here. The bone rattling, bower constrictor wrapping around your chest, levels of anxiety you’d felt today from only a simple miscommunication. One you hadn’t been able to explain because you were crying - loud and ugly in front of too many people who now all knew how wrong, and bad, and stupid you were.

You cry a little harder- simply because the thought of today is too much for you. Everything is - in this headspace - too much for you. At least that’s how you feel, when all you can do is tighten your arms around your shins and cry for your Papa. They aren’t coming, though, because Van is out at the shops and doesn’t know this is happening. You shouldn’t let the next thought in but you do anyway - even if they did know what was happening, they wouldn’t care. Because you’re a stupid, over dramatic, crybaby. Your body hurts, you feel sore and raw as you claw at your skin for some sort of solace. Nothing works. Water pools in your mouth, which you have to garble over to breathe. At least, you think, the snot is being washed away as you cry - unlike earlier today when a tissue box had been shoved into your hands because it was just awkward to watch how your face became so stricken with tears and snot and red, hot shame. No one’s watching you now, you have to remember, cry as loud as you want.

There’s a knock on the door - the kind of sound which feels unreal and you almost second guess its existence until it comes back accompanied by a voice. “Kiddo, can I come in?” It’s Van’s voice - sturdy and calm like it always is. You want to respond, but all that comes out is a pitifully desperate whine and another wave of pathetic tears. Van lets herself in anyway - because they know you need them right now, because even if you don't have words to ask for it you still deserve comfort.

“Oh, baby,” their voice is low and gentle as they crouch down by the side of the bathtub. Van rolls up the navy fabric of their sweater sleeve and stretches an arm out to hold against your bare back. “Poor thing,” she coos - and the gentle tone is enough to still your tears for a moment. Just long enough to notice the growing ache spreading across your forehead. Van’s hand rubs back and forth across your back - they don’t seem to care that the shower water is splashing up onto their clothes. You lean into the touch, desperate to be held and reminded that you’re still worthy of this gentle touch. “I need you to take gentle breaths with me baby.” You’ve stopped crying, yes, but your breath is still coming in and out with such speed you might inflate your lungs so much that you just float away.Van is breathing loud, and slow, she doesn’t tell you to copy her breathing but it’s there for you if you want it. And you do. You copy her slow breaths until yours match perfectly and your hearts are probably beating at the same time. You can finally jam your thumb into your mouth, that feels nice. “Let’s get you out and cozy,” Van hums. There isn’t any pressure in her voice, just a level of certainty which makes you feel not in charge for just this moment. It’s ok to let Van take control when you’re like this.

She lets you stand up on your own time, holding your arm tightly when you start to sway. Everything feels heavy and you want to drop back to the shower floor and start crying all over again. But you don’t, and you won’t, because Van is holding you and she won’t let you fall. “That’s it, you’ve got it,” she praises gently as you finally step out of the bathtub and onto the soft mat. Van is quick to wrap you in your towel - it’s pink and still a little damp from when you’d showered this morning. “Can I help?” Van asks, though definitely still in charge here, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable the whole time. You nod - words still feeling too far away - and let her dry you off and squeeze the remaining water from your hair.

“Such a good girl for me,” she hums as she works. You don’t think you’ve done anything particularly good today, or ever really, but the praise is comforting nonetheless.

Van takes you to her room, which is clean and grown up and warm. They tell you to lay down on the bed and you don’t fight because being a baby right now doesn’t feel bad or wrong. It feels like Van dressing you in a pair of her boxers and a jumper which is way too big, and that is undoubtedly good. She climbs up onto the bed next to you once you’re dressed, wrapping her arms tightly around your body and pressing her lips to the top of your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she promises - a distant part of your kind wonders who told her what happened but it’s quiet and you don’t have the energy or words to press it now. “And even if you did - I’d still love you.”

#little!adi 🐈‍⬛#sfw agere #fandom agere #age regression #yellowjackets agere #yellowjackets age regression #cg!van palmer #little!reader

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kalied0skull · 1 day ago

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I'm just getting this out there before i panic over not getting it done today .. . :3

would like to thank @broareweabouttoviberightnow for feeding the brain with another banger song to think about stevepop to .. specifically with transfem soda ... .

the song in question : Look At That Woman — Role Model ♪

and as always ...

★ ramble under the cut !

i picked the worst time to actually get to this because i am actually so exhausted i think i could pass out whilst writing this AND OH MY GOODNESS CAAAAT okay sorry my friends cat came to say hello

anyhow, i did NOT stick to the proper order of lyrics here (because I trimmed some out to fit the comic better) and I don't know how much i enjoy that fact 💀

but these sets of verses had the biggest visuals to me, and i definitely just ran with it

when thinking about this song, i thought a lot about how i could kind of twist the story and make it fit a bit and came up with a really silly au sort of storyline:

I'm not the best with storyboarding obviously, and the comic definitely shows that bc it seems a bit .. .. weirdly organized BUT LET ME EXPLAIN IT OKAY MAN

i love to imagine this song as transfem soda going off and doing her own thing while steve's off for college, their relationship is going steady and yet steve can't help but overthink about the distance — the fact he has to send letters to soda now instead of just seeing her every other day at the DX or the curtis home. it makes him anxious, and he kind of just throws himself around over missing his girlfriend

the rest of the song is very descriptive well in terms of visualizing transfem soda, and i wish i could've focused on it but unfortunately it seemed a bit silly to just make a drawing purely only for her outfit for this comic 😭 (i probably WILL make a drawing though, nonetheless)

there's just something real entertaining about the idea of steve being the one leaving, and feeling overwhelmed with some kind of guilt because he misses his gal. he's definitely not the type to enjoy long distance relationships, and he's gonna have to whether he likes it or not!!!

thankfully though, soda is a loving girl and cares about steve nonetheless no matter the distance, and she's constantly sending him letters. she doesn't even mind if he doesn't reply to them (he overthinks the replies, too (see the papers on his floors /silly))

the "memory" scene was kind of just me trying to figure out how to display the lyrics in an organized way, and it ended up being a bit of a 'goodbye' scene between the two as soda drops steve off at the airport with his first ever letter — and i like to aaaalso imagine that letter absolutely ruins him permanently in terms of just REALIZING how much he's gonna miss her 💀

steve's got a bunch to stress over — missing his girl, not being able to see his girl, college work, his dorm mates, his dad bitching his ear off still, the guys who might try and dig at his girl — he'll worry about all the stuff soda sends in his letters, and even though soda tells him and reassures that he doesn't have to reply back, steve will ALWAYS send home something to her.

'trying to call, but the leaves start to fall' is a major line for that, just because i think he absolutely does just... struggle with words – and of course, it's fall !!!

iiii dunno, I'm kind of droning on here since I can't form proper sentences at the moment (I'll probably be sleeping right after this 💀) but i really thought this song was pretty neat ... and i had a lot of fun making something way more extra than necessary for it ... hehehe

#steve's a stresser #all he does is worry about his girl tsk tsk #and soda's just ladeedaing as she continues her little transition journey in (and out too) tulsa #i would've actually wrote something on the letter but it felt like too small of details to worry myself over #(that and the actual drawings were very tiny 💀 so my hand wouldn't have exactly enjoyed it)#transfem sodapop curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #stevepop #me 🤝 bro & writing all about stevepop with the most randomest of songs #this was so fun tbh #the outsiders #the outsiders fanart

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hopefultrashmilkshake · 1 day ago

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Just a little fic for the time being

It's a short peice of work.

(One of my partners asked me to make am Eijiro one with a breeding kink, she also wanted the breeding shirakumo one. don't ask why she likes breeding kink so much.) (And yes, she allowed me to put this on here and write the request from her.)

Eijiro Kirishima

Pro Hero Red Riot

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Contents: Belly Bulge, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Grinding, Breeding, Mentions of getting pregnant.

Eijiro was Shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants, he kissed your back in bed, hands rested on your waist, leg between your thigh to press up against your core, he lifted his leg up and down, adding pressure your core as he kissed up your neck, "S'pretty when you wake up, Baby.." he mumbled against your skin, nuzzling your neck as he licked a stripe down your throat. "Eiji, It's 7:00 In the morning.." you say softly, still half asleep, "Just let me make love to you, Baby.." Eiji replies, kissing your neck sloppily, "Alright, Baby.." you finally give in, smiling softly as he climbs ontop of you, lifting his head to kiss you messily, "Thank you, thank you, thank you.." he repeats as he grinds his thigh against your core.

Eijiro rutted into you, your legs hooked over his shoulders as he teased your clit with his thumb over and over again, hitting that sweet spot inside you, "S'good.." He muttered as he pounded into you, his free hand massaging your inner thigh before bringing it down to abdomen to press against the little belly bulge in your stomach. "Pussy's so tight.." "You'd look s'pretty with my baby in you, Honey.." Eijiro states, his words slightly slurred due to his tiredness, though his pace still steady and fast despit being low on sleep, "You wanna have my baby, Hm?" He asks, you didn't answer due to his fast pace and his fingers on your clit, you were to dumb on his cock to speak, you only nodded eagerly as a yes.

That was enough for him to get rougher amd Quicker.

Eijiro pounded into you just right to leave your mind blank, making you stars as the only thing leaving your mouth was moans, His breath and thrusts frantic as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, "Shit..Gonna cum.." Eijiro said as he thrusted, "You too?.." he asked as his hips stuttered a bit, you nodded, gripping his bicep. He muttered curse words as he came, Cumming deep, "Fuck.." was the only word that left your mouth as you came with him, Gripping his bicep tighter. After a few seconds, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out your abused hole,"Was I too rough?" Eijiro asks, looking down at you, "No, Baby, No.." You reassure, cupping his face to kiss him softly. He kisses back, mumbling, "You should get some rest before breakfast, You're gonna ba eating for two now." He smiles against your lips before pulling away, rubbing your abdomen lightly.

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queermccoy · 2 days ago

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i’m sorry maybe i misunderstand you but are your tags on that gifset with tia pepa meaning you think eddie has a problem with buck being queer?

okay so. bare with me. i don't think eddie thinks he has a problem with buck being queer.

i want to make it clear that i do not believe that the show is doing this on purpose lol this is me sticking my speculation into the tears left behind by some of the weird writing and characters choices this year. i want this show to be deeper than it is sometimes, forgive me. but eddie's reactions to and around buck have been...more SOMETHING lately and this seems like a good explanation for that based on my own and others' lived experiences.

eddie's tolerance for buck's buckness (for a man being emotional, for demanding attention to his emotions) has dropped drastically since s7. and it could easily just be the strain of missing his son, of losing bobby, and then the financial strain of moving to texas. it could totally be that! but im not so sure that explains everything.

now. i am not straight passing, not at all. but i used to be. and this thing happens sometimes where people who only know you as straight, or think of you as straight, can feel like, betrayed almost when they learn that you aren't. even when they're allies! even if you’re only just learning yourself! it's not something they can help. it's not rational! and this is BUCK and EDDIE! for all that their friendship is this like, strong bond, they are still men who exist in the world and not in a vacuum.

eddie isn't homophobic, not overtly. no one would look at eddie and say, "wow that guy's a homophobe!" he's a nice guy! but. the metaphorical furniture in his brain was all moved slightly to the left one night and he's still bumping his shins on the side tables. which to me, explains some of why he just can't take buck's buckness lately. if that makes sense.

(eddie’s inability to like, deal with buck’s strong emotions generally is like a whole separate other post tbh. there’s a lot there and like. toxic masculinity ruins the party again, etc etc)

so anyway. no, i don't think eddie has a problem with buck being queer in the way you're thinking. he's not about to call buck the f-slur and beat him up. he LOVES buck. buck is his best friend and one of the few people he lets in (even if it's like, barely). eddie doesn't have a problem with buck being queer. the deep recesses of eddie's brain where his undeveloped thoughts and shoved down emotions fester however...who is to say.

and honestly? so honestly? that's fine. eddie loves buck and buck loves eddie. if it takes him some time to wrap his head around that, like really and truly take it in and process it, that's fine! i waited years and years for some people i love to get with the program. and i can't imagine buck wouldn't either. eddie will get over it. it's just like. imagine you're a straight man and you're hanging out with your two bros and they're also straight, you think, but then one day they're kissing each other. what's the protocol? what's the dynamic? socially, what is he supposed to do here? what are the rules? three bros hanging out, but two of them are holding hands. now what?

being queer isn't just unlearning heteronormativity for yourself. it's also a crash course in it for the people you love. and in the theater of my mind, eddie is in that, figuring it out. he's not being very nice while he's doing it, but. he's got a lot going on in canon. im an eddie girlie (gn) though so. grains of salt. keep that in mind. etc.

[buck 🤝 me

wiling to make excuses for eddie because we love him]

(apologies, i wrote this response at work so there may be some rushed thoughts.)

edit: “this doesn’t change a thing” is like. of course it does. but life is change. it’s going to be okay.

#911 #discourse #???? maybe just to be safe

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feroshgirlsims · 2 days ago

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Chapter 14.1 - Dating for Weirdos, Take #2

"I wasn't trying to lead you on!" Alice yelps, her hands held in front of her like she's warding off an attack.

"Of course not," Vlad laughs. "Akira may have an ego the size of Tartosa and a terrible disposition, but he's incredibly attractive. That's why we've been spending time together."

“You’re dating each other?”

“No. We’re in a relationship, assuming you say ‘yes.’ But he will take us on dates as a part of the agreement.”

“The agreement?” Alice makes a choking sound, her head flinching back slightly. “You guys already have an agreement as in, he’s your boyfriend?”

"And your boyfriend."

“Okay, stop!” Akira holds up a hand and shoots Vlad a death glare. “You are terrible at this and not helping. And you,” he looks at Alice, softening as he reaches for her hand. “Breathe. Alright?”

“Yeah...” She blows out a breath. “I’m just confused. You guys aren’t here because you think I’m two-timing you?”

“No,” Akira takes her hand. “And here's why: I am fae. Actually an elf, hence the pointed ears. I’m also into you. And I’m into Vlad. And if you are open to it, I want to be with you both. But this is not an open relationship, yeah? We three would be with each other.”

“T-To see if we like each other?”

"No," he replies, pressing a quick kiss to her hand. "I mean, you can tell yourself what you want to make it less weird. But you two are the fate I chose, so I’m not unsure about it."

"The fate you—"

"Fae are like werewolves in that we believe in Fate, but unlike those fuckers, we choose the love we go after and then Fate sets us on the path we're devoted to."

Her mouth drops open. "I...I think I need to sit down."

Dazed, Alice walks over to the bench and plops down. Vlad kneels in front of her. "I don't know what any of this means."

Akira takes the spot next to her. "It means Fate will weave the threads of space and time to shift our destinies. You are my threads and I am yours, metaphorically speaking. It's hard to know if there's any actual sewing going on."

"Uh...okay." Alice furrows her brow. "But I also don’t think that's how anyone normally gets into a relationship. They don't say things like fate and devotion and...sewing."

“Alright, what words do they use?”

“It's more like, ‘Hey, you seem cool. Do you want to hang out casually and see where this goes?’”

Hang out casually?

See where this goes?

Mortals were so fucking basic.

“Yeah, no,” Akira snorts. “I am not a casual dude. I don’t say casual things. If I feel casual about something, what the fuck am I making an effort for?”

“It’s not about effort,” Alice argues as she staggers out of her seat. “What if you get to know me and you don’t like me, but you’ve already made this commitment?”

Vladislaus (gods help if that man ever did a thing Akira said) interrupts. “I tried that argument. Akira either loves something or feels nothing at all. Sort of like how I love you because I don’t hate you.”

"Excuse me?" Alice blinks, dumbfounded.

"That's not the only reason, obviously. I think you're beautiful and I like the way your mind works. You frequently plan date activities that make me feel like I'm in some sort of hostage situation. And I'm afraid to displease you. It's exquisite."

Akira turns to Vlad and gives him a withering look. “Were you not here five fucking minutes ago when I said ‘shut up, you are not helping’?”

“I was here five minutes ago when you were floundering trying to pitch Alice on your potential.” He picks a piece of invisible lint off his shirt. “Also, you didn’t say ‘shut up,’”

“And you didn’t worry about me not liking you. You had a full-scale hissy fit because I wouldn’t take an arrow to the back.”

“Watcher forbid I ask for a sign of devotion,” he growls. “I offered to kill a dragon for you.”

“Do not change the subject,” Akira snaps. Just thinking about Vlad fighting a dragon made him antsy. “On what planet am I sending the man I want to date to fight a creature that just kicked my ass?”

“On a planet where you want actual vengeance instead of cowering under the shadow of darkness like a wounded animal. Tell me, Akira, are you refusing to heal those bruises to irritate me or to make a point?”

Fuckin’ Vladislaus would notice. “Oh, so what? I’m not so pretty to look at? You don’t like bruises, now? Scars are overrated?”

“Have I wounded your vanity too?” Vlad mocks. “Why, Akira Kibo, I am shocked that—”

“HEY!" Alice yells, "Maybe you two can take a break from your marital spat to answer my questions because everything you are saying sounds crazy and I am starting to freak out!”

Their attention snaps to Alice. Breathing heavily, she clenches her fists and Akira watches, with some trepidation, as she swallows down the rest of her outburst. “Please don’t…I…I didn’t mean to yell, I just…” she gestures limply at both of them.

Akira opens his mouth and then closes it again, the blood pounding in his ears as he realizes the problem.

Alice is afraid to get angry.

Akira stands there, frozen in shock, but thankfully Vlad slinks over, curving himself around Alice until her shaking stops.

“Do you want a snack? You seem off-kilter.”

“A snack?” she repeats, sounding bewildered.

“Yes.” He rests his forehead on hers, tone turning conspiratorial. “And then we can give Akira a hard time and you can see how it feels to have two boyfriends who are also boyfriends and whether you find it beneficial.”

“Like a test?” her gaze shifts to Akira as if asking him to confirm.

The actual answer is hell no, but he can’t tell her that. “If you don’t enjoy being with us at the end of this date, then we’ll figure something else out,” he promises, as he strolls over to them.

"See?" Vlad says, kissing her cheek. “Now, what kind of snack do you want?”

“Pancakes from Annie Jo’s, but the ones with buttermilk syrup, not chocolate chips and definitely not the short stack, because the pancake to syrup ratio is always too low.”

The specificity of her demands makes Akira chuckle. “Alright, you got it.”

They walk down the block to the diner. Alice immediately moves to peer in the windows, looking for any sign that the place will open early and checking her phone.

Vlad brushes his hand against Akira’s. “I know you don’t think so, but this went well. If we went slower or opted for someplace less public, her spiral would have been worse.”

“So, this was all your plan? You picking fights for fun?”

“Is that what concerns you?”

“No,” Akira grunts. He expected nothing less from a creature who grew more fae-like by the minute. “Who scared her?”

“A future ghost.”

Akira swivels around to stare at him. Gone is the lazy, playful, bratty Vladislaus and in its place is something vicious and sharp-eyed. He lifts a shoulder, and in an instant, playful Vlad is back again. “I haven’t discovered who yet. I only know what will happen to them once I find them. Do you like pancakes?”

A parry and a feint. Akira narrows his eyes. “Curious about my eating habits?”

“Yes.” Cocking a brow, Vlad steps closer. “Extremely. What do you eat, Akira? And if I’m very good, can I watch?”

Gods, this man would be the death of him. Whatever Vlad was doing was almost certainly a trick, but fuck if Akira’s dick cares that he’s being hustled. “I have a hard time picturing you behaving.”

Vlad’s answering grin is downright wicked. He runs his thumb along Akira’s jaw. “I read somewhere that elves were incredibly vain creatures. I don’t like these bruises because they aren’t mine. But rest assured, Akira Kibo, you are still very pretty. Your ears especially.”

All of a sudden, Alice whips around. “Wait, ears? You have pointy ears. YOU’RE AN ELF? ELVES ARE REAL?!?!?!?!”

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#ts4 #simblr #The Save File Chronicles #Season 1 #POV: Akira Kibo #Sims 4 Story #in alice's defense this is a lot to take in #i want two boyfriends #and i want the boyfriends to be boyfriends

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arcane-ish · 3 days ago

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The s2 Silco/Vander/Felicia flashback

@lady-griffin stealing the conversation from over there, because we are already yapping so long on somebody else's topic.

If I was doing that scene, without completely rewriting or removing it – I would have made it less of a flashback and more of memory. Have things be disjointed or non-real elements included; Vander’s memories have been torn up again and again and again but Vi calling his name was enough for him to put them together and be cognizant enough to be himself again... but those memories are still broken up. It’s not 100%. Some possible thoughts - having flickers of other people being in the bar too (making it feel more like a community and not just three best friends) and then it just becomes Vander, Silco, and Felicia because those two are who he tried so hard to remember. Maybe we see the mom dancing with the dad, but he keeps flickering in and out and disappears altogether because Vander wasn’t desperate to remember him as much when he was being experimented on by Singed; but Felicia and Silco, his girls, his kids – he clung to those memories so they're more solid for him, but even they’re not perfectly remembered, because he literally can't. Maybe young Silco keeps appearing with his eye after the river or the barnacle version of him creeps through for a second or two.

You know, that's a really interesting point. I have issues with that scene and not all of them are really the writing. My thoughts here are bit disjointed, so I'll try to collect em.

I don't like the fated/connected from the start stuff

ie I don't care for the "Vander named Vi/Felicia told him first" stuff, just like I don't care about the "Jayce encounted Viktor as a child". It's just genuinely a trope I don't care for much.

I don't mind CaitVi just nearly missing each other at the heist of Jayce's lab. And I don't mind Timebomb being playmates as kids and that being the origin of their story.

But if like the show had instead given us a scene for Vander and Silco where let's say Vander flashes back to his parent and the parent suddenly drops a scrawny kid into his room and says "you gonna take care of him now". That would have been just about my least favorite turn of events. Even though they are my biggest ship.

It's not great as a "fated" type story

I don't like fated type stories in general but I can see when they work like JayVik obviously did for a lot of people. And you can tell those stories about platonic love.

But to me that isn't really there.

Because the flashback emphasizes Vander's connection with Vi (he named her) but most of the season emphasizes his relationship with Jinx more. Which I don't think is that unnatural, as season 1 is more from Vi's POV and season 2 is more Jinx's POV, it makes sense that those seasons would emphasize each main characters connection with him.

But that means it doesn't work as a tragic fated story.

He named her, but he dies with Jinx. And his last scene that we know of (putting both girls to bed, blowing out the candle) emphasizes both of girls fairly equally.

If his death had been more about him dying for Vi maybe it would have rung better, more poetic more fated. Or if him and Vi had gotten one proper scene chilling together, just about the two of them.

Like let's say the scene Jinx and Vi share at the place with their height measurements, if that had been Warwick and Vi instead, maybe their story would have felt more whole.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to change it, that scene was important for Jinx and Vi. But Warwick and Vi not getting a scene like that contributes to Vi and Vander's story feeling like it's been left dangling. (ie that Vi hallucinates Loris as Vander)

So getting a big "fated" type scene but then having the storyline feel like it's kind of dangling, doesn't really pull together. Which to me enhances the feeling that the scene feels cheesy.

Felicia's role is both too big and too small

I generally have a bit of an issue with how a lot of the minor s2 characters are written. That a lot of them feel less plausible/in the world. I have this with Isha, with Maddie and also with Felicia.

The art of season 1 was that everybody and their wants and needs felt very plausible within the world. A lot of the s2 characters (Felicia, Isha and Maddie spring to mind) feel more "plopped into the world to do their purpose and then fuck off".

Felicia before season 1 was just glimpses, dead body on the bridge, flashes in Vi's memory. And suddenly she gets this big fat scene that focuses on her and her needs and her ideas.

... and then she's pretty much gone from the story. Yes, she's not completely gone, you can argue Vi and Jinx have their bonding scene and that is the end of her "arc"/her fullfilling your purpose.

I just feel like a little bit more might have tied it together more.

ie Jinx hallucinates her and she tells her not to give up

or she shows up in Warwick's healing dream as a guide kind of like Skye

or she shows up in Vi's hallucinations as a comforting presence

or she shows up in Vander's final "putting the kids to bed" dream

or have her statement be more in line with the "message of the series" that is later voiced by Jinx's hallucination of Silco

Don't get me wrong, as I like Silco and Vander, I'm glad that that scene wasn't an intro to "oh great, now everything is going to be about her now".

But the imo relative lack of follow through makes it weird to me that the scene is like that (long, very focused on her)

The visuals are boring

I think you actually hit the nail on the head.

When wrote my review/reaction to that scene, I think I settled on this very early that my biggest pet peeve isn't what happens in that scene or is said, but that it feels off. They look too clean, too well fed. Why no dirt, no scars, no tattoos, no ripped clothes, hard muscles from work? Why not try to communicate more about the setting?

Arcane so far has been really good of really characterizing the different eras of the Last Drop. And it feels that just off that it's that empty and has that little personality. (ie if they wanted to emphasize that it's been freshly built and it's before the grand opening they could have had like tools lying around, brooms and buckets)

Or give me Felicia having the same dialogue, but have her actually be ragged, with bags under her eyes, ripped cloths, dirt on her cheek. Make them feel like proper young revolutionaries rather than like well fed students chilling.

That's why I personally prefer the little flashes of Silco in Warwicks memories as he runs through the mines. They communicate so much more personality.

Arcane has done flashbacks that felt very realistic, very plausible, like the Caitlyn or Viktor child flashbacks. And they have done flashbacks that clearly mix stuff that happened with like impressions (uninjured Silco floating in really deep water versus Silco being drowned by Vander in clearly less deep water). And then we have things like are like clearly warped, to the extent of having an off the wall style like the Remember Me video or the Isha montage.

The fact that the Drop is that empty makes it feel like a capsule in time. It doesn't feel like a realistic place that tells us a lot about the circumstances that they live in (even though it would have been super interesting to get a glimpse into the Zaun of the past).

Okay, so let's embrace it's not a realistic, scene, it's just Vander's memory. So what does it tell us abour Vander? Is it his happy place? Then why does the style look so different from other memories? Does it communicate that he cared a lot about Felicia? Then why not build on that again.

I guess the idea of the scene is to emphasize that Vander was connected and bound to the girls from the very start. And his love for the girls is like the only thing that keeps Warwick slightly tethered to thir world in s2. But I dunno, it still feels kind of off to me.

I naturally rag a lot about the writing (just because a lot of the time it's just so clear that they infused scenes with so much more personality and meaning with the animation alone, without any dialogue being needed). But that's really a scene where the writing is "okay", but the animation is kind of uninspired/they could have done more to give it personality. IMO it stands out as one of the more boring scenes of the show.

As for improvements in animation alone:

like you say, flashes of other things, to continue with the theme of Vander's memories being very fractured

make the characters more ragged, make them feel more like a realistic part of the world, imply something about how much work it was for them to get the drop

But that's kind of the thing too. I think the Remember Me montage suggests that Vi had a relatively happy childhood. Which in turn implies that period of peace between them getting the Last Drop and the Bridge.

So maybe they didn't want the implication that life in the past was a constant struggle, to make it work better as a baseline of peace that Jinx and Vi can bond over.

I dunno, to me the scene just feels "off". It feels very "blunt" and kind of not very economic in both the writing and the animation.

Like, when I think of a scene like Caitlyn telling Jayce that she's upset about Jinx. The writing is very blunt and on the nose there as well, but the animation and the scenery with the wind, it tries to communicate something to us about what Caitlyn is feeling, how "stormy" it is inside of her. It's still a building scene "because Caitlyn feels this way, she will later do X".

Compared to that the flashback scene just feels kind of ... flat to me. Very uneconomic about what it communicates compared to the length. (and I don't mean that every scene has to be economic, like clearly Arcane will hold on a scene in order to wallow deeply in that emotion, where the emotion or a badass fight scene is the kill shot of a scene, but it's not that type of scene. Or if it was meant as a "wallow in nostalgia" scene it is outdone by the much more excessive Remember Me)

It's not the worst scene, I don't hate it. There are aspects about it that I like (I like Silco's diary, I like Bozo 1 and Bozo 2, I like the ankle biters). It maybe communicates a bit about what world/backstory the writers imagined (carved from bedrock) even though it does pretty much only in dialogue rather than also in animation.

But I think of scenes like Vi and Jinx walking into Silco and Vander's old hideout and Jinx touching the jackets and imo that does just such a better, more subtle job of communicating things on so many layers (communicate something about Vi and Jinx and their relationship to each other, their relationship with Silco and Vander, Vander and Silco's relationship with each other, something about the time).

I do wonder why it was that way. Like, they clearly wanted to show as a little about Vander and Silco's past. But why do it that way?

Did they throw in the "Vander named Vi" part because they think it's important or because they were worried some people might not get that it's the same woman from Vi's flashbacks? Did they want to set up "Felicia asked both Vander and Silco to take care of the girls" to create a bedrock to explain why Vander and Silco are together in the AU?

#arcane #vander #silco #felicia arcane #vi #zaundads #arcane meta #arcane analysis

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e-squared-what-is-my-life · 3 days ago

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Cute idea: ENA's crew and RENA's crew over for a barbecue, things escalate with so many different personalities lol

It All Starts With Taski, the Tiny Instigator

Taski: So... I hear you have multiple jobs.

Shepherd: Yes. It keeps me sane.

Taski: Eugh! Gross! Relying on work to keep you happy! Waifbsyakd! I could NEVER!

Shepherd, smugly: Aren't YOU working for these reprobates just to feel useful?

Taski: ...*Walks Off*

Shepherd: Check and mate.

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Moony: *Telling Some Wild Story About Something That Probably Didn't Happen*

Coral: *Zoning Out*

Moony: HEY! Are you even listening to me?!

Coral: Honestly? No.

Meanie: Glasses! Play nice! This is a family outing... thing.

Coral: Convincing.

Meanie: Just humor the moon!

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Dratula, Kane, and Suspicious Man: *Listening to Brick Frog Talk About Nonsensical Gibberish*

Kane: Wait, so you just... kicked ENA in the face?

Brick Frog: Repeatedly, yes!

Dratula: And RENA doesn't mind that?

Brick Frog: Honestly, I don't think ENA ever brought it up.

Suspicious Man, deviously: Interesting...

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Froggy, to Merci: They are quite the troublemakers, but in a fond, somewhat endearing sort of way.

Merci: Oui, I enjoy the ENAs' company! Especially now that they have the baby!

Froggy: Ah, yes. The one thing we can all agree on not hating.

Merci: So nice.

Froggy: Hmm.

Merci: Want to go annoy ENA?

Froggy: Eh, why not?

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Dinner Time!

Claire: -and thank you for the rocks, and thank you for the moon, and thank you for... uh... for the stars, and thank you for my mummies! Amen!

Everyone Else: Amen!

Merci: That was so good, Claire!

Shepherd: Indeed, quite a spectacular announcement of appreciation towards The Great Runas.

Froggy: A truth I couldn't agree with more. Now, let us eat!

Brick Frog: Oh, I can't wait to dig in to those mashed potatoes!

Suspicious Man: Similar to how you dug your foot into ENA's face?

Sales: What?

Happy: Nothing! Just eat!

Moony: You talking about how Brick Frog kicked E in the face to make her stop crying?

Meanie: HE WHAT?!

Happy: No! Don't yell at him! It worked!

Dratula: Quite the interesting development.

Kane: I wish we had popcorn!

Coral: *Silently Eating*

Taski: EVERYONE HERE DESERVES EQUAL PUNISHMENT!

Claire: Did I say something bad?

Froggy: No, the adults are just stupid.

#ENA #ENA Joel G #ENA Dream BBQ #Enasquared #Baby Claire #Best Friend/Extended Family Cookout!#It Devolved Very Quickly!#Someone Made a Flamethrower Out of Burger Ingredients #Don't Ask How #Not Even They Know

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mingisprincxss · 2 days ago

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Runaway Princess Chapter 1

Summary: Youre being forced by your parents to marry a prince but all you want is to be love and free until the military general is assigned to you because you keep running away and suddenly....things change

Paring: generalmingi x princessreader

Warnings: MDI!! a bit of angst, Smut later on, there's an attack part but nothing too gory

Wordcount: 2,332

Your father stood before the kingdom with your mother, the queen announcing that you will be picking a man to wed. But in reality, THEY had to approve it which means, they were going to pick someone. You stood beside them but further back, annoyed.

You started to escape out the castle often for hours going missing making everybody worried but you just went to a field of flowers to cry and make friends with the bumblebees minding their business and pollinating while you cried.

Every time you returned you were scolded and threatened by your parents. But no matter how hard they tried to increase security, you always managed to escape.

On the day where you had to sit and deal with a bunch of men trying to court you, your father dismissed them and stood next to him was the general, Song Mingi.

He was your parents favorite man because he was the leader in the army and knew how to protect the kingdom. But things were going to change since there was peace in the kingdom.

You sat in your chair head in hand not wanting to look at your father since you wanted no part of this whole "arranged marriage" thing

"y/n, this is general Mingi. I am assigning him to you to watch over you since you like to play your disappearing tricks, he is the head of the army and he's good at what he does. Don't overwork him." Your father said sternly you glanced briefly at the two of them then looking away not saying anything.

After your father left, you quickly got up fixing your dress and quickly walked to your room

But you were being followed this time

You stop at your door and see his shadow behind him as you turn around to make eye contact you semi lose focus with your anger to his charm.

His features were sharp, yet soft. His brown eyes stared into you seriously as he waited for something to happen.

"I'm going into my room. You're not allowed in here." You hiss at him earning a small cocky laugh in return taking you aback

"Your father specifically asked for me to watch over you and I have to be with you at all times." He stated

Your jaw clenched in frustration and then anger took over.

"you people just love to force me around like I'm some puppet! I'm the princess I'm going to do what I want when i want, and I'm going to be in my room ALONE!" You hissed getting in his face

Of course this doesn't phase him, he's the general head of the army hes seen so much worse in his life. You turn quickly to open your door and slam it in his face as he instantly opens it since your father gave him a spare key to your room. But to his surprise, you were quick. He searched the room only to feel a cool draft earning him to move towards the window. And there you were, small outside running away.

"Shit." He said instantly running out if your room to get two of his men Jongho and Yunho out and on horses and quickly running after you.

Usually you would come back after several hours, but this time it started to become golden hour on a summer evening. You didn't care anymore. You wanted to be as far away from the kingdom and away from this forced life as much as possible.

You get to your usual spot in the field and sobbed. All you want is freedom and to be loved genuinely since as you got older, your relationship with your parents diminished and you didn't have many friends besides people who work for your parents so you feel like you couldn't trust anybody. You were lying down when you heard horses galloping and before you could react and run, there was Mingi with two other men.

"Just leave me alone." You begged as he gets off the horse walking towards you

"I have to watch over you, it's your dad's orders. He already knows that you escaped again and is not happy so let's go back before it gets dark princess." He said getting closer

"I'm not going back." You said backing up. Fortunately the bees started loudly buzzing startling the horses as they started jumping and getting anxious causing Mingi and the two men with him to get distracted trying to calm down the horses.

You disappeared again. This time to a part of the field that you have never been to, and soon into a forest near the kingdom. You were always told when you were young to never go to this forest since there are scary wolves that live there. With that in the back of your mind, you didn't care. You were very adamant on permanently running away from the kingdom now that you have somebody watching over you 24/7.

The sky was dimming to darkness and you had no clue where you were all you did was move deeper into the forest until your body grew tired and you sat on a tree stump.

You were thinking of what to do for the night but instantly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a branch snap.

"I said I'm not coming back I order you to leave me alone" you said thinking that it was Mingi again but you heard growling your heart sank, you honestly thought that the stories of the wolves killing people were just myths you were told to keep you out of the forest weren't true, but as you were approached by a circle of hungry wolves suddenly regret running too far, too deep.

You froze as your chest felt tight, not because of you running in a corset, but because you were surrounded by hungry wolves snarling and smiling at you evily.

One of them lunged at you attacking you as you screamed another one came in ripping your dress and tossing you around as the other one scratched your arm jaws snapping missing you since you were putting up a fight as the other wolves watched hungrily until you heard a horse screeching from behind and as soon as it jumped into proximity, you saw Mingi and some wolves attacked him ripping his clothes but luckily for him he had a sword to fight them off.

Once he was done he instantly rushed to you as you were trying to get on your feet and push him away you felt lightheaded from the adrenaline and collapsed into his arms passed out as he was breathing heavily after the fight.

Quickly he picked you up both you and him on the horse and quickly he got you back to the kingdom and straight to your room with the doctor.

"Lucky for her she and the general only got away with scratches and bruises. But unfortunately, that dress has seen its last days" the doctor said turning to your parents who were absolutely enraged.

"How could you do this to us?!" Your mother scolded you as your father's face was seething with anger.

"You almost killed my best man over you being an immature bitch." He said to you coldly as you avoided eye contact with them

"Well lucky for you I'm alive, and so is she that should be the most important thing out of all of this your highness." Mingi said coming to your defense

"I'm sorry that I let her out of my sight. It wont happen again." He said trying to get up to bow as you rolled your eyes.

"You should be locked up in the dungeon since you want to act like a street rat." Your mom whispered coldly going to smack you but Mingi quickly grabbed your mother's arm as you flinched in preparation for her smack

"I apologize your highness but I don't condone this" he said gently as your mom glared and walked out of your room following your father leaving you and Mingi alone now.

"I don't think youre a street rat." Mingi said breaking the long silence as you cried softly

"But I would love to not get attacked by wolves again, can we compromise on that?" he asked ever so politely

You looked at him with guilt. This man who was very close to your parents was being so kind to you after putting both of your lives at risk. But why?

"Stop the act of being nice, I know you're upset with me. If you're gonna take it out on me then do it." You said standing up and going near him with tear filled eyes

Both of you stare at each other in silence.

"Im not going to hit you your majesty, like I said I just would appreciate that if I'm going to have to chase you again, to not be attacked by wolves" he repeated fixing your messy hair

You huffed sitting on your bed as Mingi went over and rummaged through your vanity to find your hairbrush once he did he made his way back over to you and gently brushed your hair. This was the most intimacy from a man you've had in a long time and it was just a hair brushing

You noticed his cuts were still bleeding through the gauze and he was still going out of his way to take care of you after you put him through all of that.

"I-I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me..." your voice broke still crying

"Well lucky for you, I'm the leader of the military so I'm used to fighting." He laughed still working his way through your hair

There was a brief silence again before he put the hairbrush down

"I hope I did this to your liking." he said as you both looked over at the mirror across the room

All you did was nod quietly.

He put the brush back and turned to look at you again.

"why do you run away anyways?" He asked sitting on your bed next to you

You look at him and this time you REALLY get to look at him his face, broad body, his plush lips and somewhat messy hair. You felt your face getting warm as you opened your mouth to say something he tilt his head in confusion snapping you out of your thoughts.

"It's because even though my parents publicly say that I get to choose who I get to marry it's not true." You said quietly looking away "I want someone that I want. Someone who will actually love me for real" you added "but its impossible" you sighed getting up getting ready to take a shower in your bathroom.

"I guess I can't be alone for this either."You sadly say as Mingi followed you

"I'm only following you in here in case you need help since you're badly bruised." He said with concern

"Or you're just a perve." You mumble wincing taking off your necklace and other jewelry

"Or maybe I'm actually married to someone and I'm just doing my job." He suddenly clapped back helping you untie your corset from the back

You froze as you felt a sudden feeling like you just got shot in the back of the head.....but WHY are you feeling like this?

You turn to face him "You're married?" you say scanning his face disappointment written all over yours for some weird reason

He smirked "No I just didn't appreciate the perve remark," "you seemed very disappointed when i said that" he pointed out causing your face to turn red mainly from embarrassment and slight anger.

You huffed as he headed to the door of the bathroom

"I wont watch you get undressed, just let me know if you need help." he says leaving you alone now confused with your feelings.

After your shower, you put on your silk pajamas and go back into your room.

"I'm proud of you for not escaping!" mingi joked as you rolled your eyes

"I would like to take a shower too before I have to head back to my room for the night if thats okay" He said you lazily nodded as he stepped into the bathroom and closed your door.

He turned on the shower and instantly, curiosity creeped into your mind

You quietly head over to the bathroom door as you heard him taking his clothes off and then seconds later stepping into the shower.

Your hand reaches for the door knob as you tried so stealthy trying not to make noise

"What are you doing?" You say in your head as you peak in through the crack of the door observing Mingi in the shower washing himself his back facing you through the clear sliding door shower the steam danced on his broad upper body the rest of him covered by the towel draping over the bar outside

Quickly coming to your senses and feeling disgusted by your sudden weird actions, you quietly closed the door again and rush over to your bed.

"What the hell was that about?" You whispered to yourself blushing

Maybe youre the perv after all.

A little bit later Mingi came out from the bathroom his uniform half on since he's going to need a new one anyways hair still damp as you looked at him your breath getting caught in your throat

"You okay princess?" He asked snapping you out of your thoughts

"Yes its been a long day, I'm just tired" you said

"Well I hope I can trust you to not escape again" he said heading towards the door to go to his part of the castle for the rest of the night.

"Good Night Princess" he said leaving as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling blankly

Are you catching feelings... for someone who is not a prince?

chapter 2

#Ateez mingi #mingi x reader #ateez #ateezfanfic #mingifanfic #mingi smut #ateez x you

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jlilycorbie · 4 months ago

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A brief history of the frustrating evolution of the (still) untitled fantasy WIP

You could probably say it started with a warrior woman on a steppe with her pet monster, surrounded by angry centaurs.

There needed to be a reason why the centaurs (who were part antelope instead of horse, and had single horns) were angry with her.

And there was a book I'd written with a friend back in high school that could maybe provide some sort of plot for her?

She was on the steppe trying to find answers because there was a grave by her home, and she didn't know who it was for, but she suspected it was someone she loved. So who was it, and why couldn't she remember?

Zaya got her name and so far, she's kept it. She has dark skin and straight black hair that's shaved on one side to show off tattoos that identify her as a hero among her people. She's a warrior woman who was a middle child who learned to fight protecting her delicate younger brother. It was a great surprise when her warrior father was going to take his next child to train and chose her over her younger brother.

Aleksani came from that old book with my friend. She had a different name, and she never got a clear motivation in the original book. She was evil, though. Now she looks very different, with hair like a dying fire--black and grey and red--and unsettlingly pale skin and green eyes. She has pointed ears and sharp teeth. And she's a princess, maybe? She's driven to save her kingdom, and she's lost her family, and that drives makes her do terrible things.

Nideszda also came from that old book. She had a different name, and went through a couple before she landed on that one. She looks a lot like Aleksani because they're from the same people, though she's less unsettlingly pale and she had amber eyes. She was adopted by insular forest people, and she never really has any clear adopted family? And she faces harassment and racism for being an outsider. She's got a bond animal that was something different, but now all the bond animals are either black or white.

The forest people are deeply insular and hate outsiders but for some reason they're ruled by a king from outside the forest? But not anymore, because that never made sense.

Tsinte was also from that old book, also had a different name. She was a wanderer, which was apparently a viable career path, and Aleksani wanted her for...reasons? So she got taken in by the forest people and she made friends with Nideszda and got her own bond animal, too. She has undefined powers that include reading minds, and maybe Aleksani wants her because she was somehow involved in what happened to Aleksani's kingdom.

And Miyarki was Zaya's wife, and she was dead at the beginning of the story. But fridging a wife is gross and I don't want to do that, so she and Zaya find each other at the end of the book. But that's still a bummer. What if they find each other in the middle of the book and Miyarki gets to be part of the story? Miyarki's from the same part of the world as Aleksani and Nideszda, but she's got darker skin than Zaya, and her hair grows red in the warm seasons and white in the cold seasons. She has a degenerative condition, so she walked with a cane when she and Zaya last saw each other, and she's now a wheelchair user. She's moved on since she had to start her life fresh, and she's living with someone.

But look, I'm interested in building a world that's very different from ours. I want to see what a world would be like if people met each other and started vibrant trade networks, but the world never had racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, no colonization, no capitalism, no war, no royalty.

Wait, if there's no war, Zaya can't be a warrior. And also it means that her backstory can't be how amazing it is that her dad saw her and trained her. That would be normal.

And I really like the image of that mysterious grave, but it's silly. Got to let go of that.

And if there's no royalty, Aleksani can't be a princess. Maybe she's the child of an academic? Who was involved in whatever endangered her land?

And Nideszda. This is a world where the circumstances that would lead to adoption outside of families or communities would be vanishingly rare, so she definitely has some trauma from being brought into a strange community and not knowing what happened to her family...but she's loved and supported by that community since there's no racism or xenophobia around here.

Also, the bond animals are very different. Hers is now Kysi, a kopaulinok--a giant venomous spider otter with eight legs, six eyes, and markings like a peacock spider. The forest people (it's now called the Nyctine Forest, it's on one side of a range of mountains that border the steppe) are called Padanche, and they know themselves as the Folk. They identify themselves by the animal they most commonly bond with, so Nideszda is from the Kopaulinok Folk.

Zaya's a monster hunter. This is a world with big, dangerous creatures that need to be kept away from people and crops. She's known as a hero because a pair of dragons were hunting passing caravans in a mountain pass, and in an attempt to impress a pretty lady with one of those caravans, she tried to take on both dragons alone. She succeeded, but was gravely injured, and the pretty lady saved her.

The pretty lady, Miyarki, saved her in order to yell at her for killing those poor dragons, couldn't she see one of them had damaged wings, they probably had eggs together, now Zaya has to get herself together because she's going to help Miyarki find and save those eggs. So Zaya crawled through the mountains with a potentially mortal wound to find those eggs, then Miyarki got her back to her house and both nursed Zaya back to health and hatched the eggs. They stayed together until the babies were old enough to release back into the mountains, and Zaya escorted Miyarki to the place where she was originally going.

On her way home, Miyarki stopped to visit Zaya again and ended up staying. Zaya hunted monsters, Miyarki sometimes rescued them, nursed them to health, and released them with Zaya's help. That's how they ended up with a clutch of orphaned unagul eggs. Unagul are dangerous--huge creatures that are a mix of goat or sheep and bird. They're feathered, and they have four legs with long talons, wings that are more useful for gliding than flying, horns, long teeth. They are not considered tameable, let alone domesticatable. No one known had ever successfully hatched their eggs, either.

But one did hatch. He's sort of a bighorn sheep and Brahma chicken. He's got talons on his wings and venomous spurs on his back legs. And whenever Miyarki and Zaya tried to release him, he followed them home. They finally told him if he followed them back again, they'd make him a capon, and he did so...they did. And they named him Scavats, and Zaya rides him when she hunts monsters, and he mostly follows her around like a puppy and wants scritches.

And everything was going great until one day Zaya and Miyarki woke up tangled together in bed and didn't recognize each other. But it was obvious both of them lived there. They figured things out as best they could and tried to rebuild their lives together. And they found a map Miyarki had with a country neither of them could remember, so they went out to figure out what was going on...

And forgot what they were doing and went home.

They did that multiple times, until once Zaya got home alone and didn't even remember that something had gone wrong.

Except she can look around her house and she knows something is missing. And she has this map.

So finally she sets out, and somewhere on the steppe, Scavats hunts and kills and eats a lone yearling unicorn antelope called a zaigen, and that night a group of Huudzairen--unicorn antelope centaurs--find them and are furious that she killed their lost zaigen.

She owes them a blood price, but also she's got a map that shows a country called Djaetyrot, and in their city is Aleksani, who remember Djaetyrot, and needs help saving it. And maybe Zaya can help.

Meanwhile, Aleksani has tracked down Tsinte for the first time since something terrible happened to Djaetyrot, because Tsinte was there a decade before when Aleksani's mother and her mother's mentor tried something foolish that uprooted all the magic in Djaetyrot, and not only wiped it off of their world, but made everyone in the world forget about it and anything that came from it.

People mistake Tsinte for a child, but she's older than she looks. She hasn't aged in that decade, and she claims she remembers nothing, and now she's connected to the world differently from everyone else. Other people draw magic from the world. Tsinte can take magic from people and return it to the world.

Also, the world is sentient and aware of the people on it. Part of why Aleksani's mother and her mentor failed at whatever they were doing is the world swallowed them for what they were doing, and it's trying to mend the wound it left by erasing all memory of it.

And Tsinte doesn't actually speak any languages. She's so highly telepathic that she can skim the native language from anyone she's speaking to. It means she's uncanny and unsettling, and she always speaks like she's making noises without understanding their meaning. And while most people can speak what's known as travel talk, Tsinte can't.

She also doesn't actually bond to an animal while she's with the Padanche. They assume she did because she can communicate directly with them.

And maybe Nideszda should be a side character instead of a main character? She's sort of got her own story to explore, but she's somehow off on some sort of coming of age adventure while everyone else is doing something else.

I still need to smooth out a few more details about WTF Aleksani's mother and her mentor were doing. I know they met Tsinte and used her ability to sort of reverse the natural flow of magic in the area, and Tsinte's trauma from it is what's causing the desolation in the place where it happened and the amnesia through the rest of the world.

And now I realize that means she can't hear or understand Djaetyli people. Which means I need to rewrite her intro and first interaction with Aleksani. And she can understand and interact with Nideszda because she has so little connection left to Djaetyrot and is so thoroughly Padanche now.

And maybe Nidezda needs to lose all her POV chapters because there's nothing for her to do on that level in this story. Which will require yet more rewriting.

And that's where I am now. I already got 40k words into this story and had to drop everything and rewrite it from scratch. Now I'm 45k words in, Miyarki hasn't even made an appearance yet, and I need to make more serious overhauls.

Also, all but the most distant bones from that old story with my friend are now gone, which is just as well. I felt guilty about using it at all, and it probably never really belonged here.

I think this time I can keep writing the story and worry about those major revisions later because they aren't as radical at the first few changes.

But man. This story has been difficult from the beginning.

#writeblr #untitled fantasy wip #worldbuilding #fantasy #don't mind me just working out some things over here #this story has been the biggest pain in the ass

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