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starry-eyed-extraterrestrial · 7 months ago

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Okay more omegaverse Mötley, let's get it! This time different pack dynamics, a joint post with @anaalnathrakhs , thanks for the idea!

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I don't think I'll get to all the intricacies of every possible Mötley dynamic, so if y'all like this holler if you want a part 2.

Let's get this show on the road then!

Alpha Tommy, alpha Vince, beta Mick and omega Nikki - Okay this is the most accurate one for them to realistically have. Tommy and Vince are both super dominant dude bros who think with their dicks instead of their brains- both of them being alphas also explains the super friction between them that comes in later years that we see in resurrection of crüe I mean they literally say and I quote “if Tommy and Vince want Mötley crüe to happen, it'll happen” it's giving alpha, for sure, they are both also very selfish, Vince more so than Tommy but Tommy has been described as a brat way too often for me not to mention this. Beta Mick being the calming middle ground that low-key sucks at his job of being the calming middle ground cause he hates conflict, and more often than not instead of jumping into an argument with one of his bandmates to cool the situation down also makes sense, he'll just be silent in the corner, hoping that it'll end before he has to patch things up after the damage is already done and too severe for him to fix after the fact. This is one of the reasons why I believe this is the most accurate version because even with the safe setting of being in a pack together, the conflicts would still be high because of the two alpha's with core belief differences and the beta who can't deescalate situations, which would lead to them being in the news for public spats a lot more, just like they were in real life. Nikki being an omega also makes the most logical sense to me, he's a lot more sensitive and genuinely caring then the other guys and him having shame for being an omega just works intrinsically well with his character. It also explains why he's so desperate to be the boss/leader of the band and the one who's more likely to take charge because he wants to feel in control of things for once in his life and he takes it a bit overboard. That being said, in this set up, they are basically just normal Mötley, except with a little bit of classificationism on Tommy and Vince's end. Tommy more so on the ground that he was raised by a father that told him to treat an omega with the utmost delicacy and be a gentleman, and Vince more so out of its the social norm in the 80s to see omegas as lesser then - in later years they come around from their ignorance though as seeing everything Nikki accomplishes as an omega makes them see their way of thinking is wrong. Mick has no such prejudice towards Nikki, which is why I think Nikki has such a deep and special bond with Mick, because he didn't underestimate him or think he was lesser than any alpha who worked in music.

Alpha Mick, beta Tommy, beta Vince and beta Nikki - this dynamic is so funny for me to think about because, I just talked about how Mick is conflict avoidant and as an alpha conflict is pretty much inevitable and with three insane betas that he is now the leader of conflicts are guaranteed! He'd constantly have to put out fires the guys would be making (literally and figuratively) like- “Vince, why the fuck did you sleep with that alpha's omega, he's coming here to beat your ass and I gotta stop him now!” And Vince is just sitting on the couch not a worry in the world cause he knows Mick is gonna have to sort this out for him, because he's the leader of the pack. All the band would put Mick through these kinds of situations constantly because, one they knew Mick would get them out no problem and Mick wouldn't punish them for anything at all and two their all subconsciously jealous of Mick's higher status and trying to get back at him by getting his conflict avoidant ass into fights with random alpha's. They are not aware of this fact either really, but in the back of their minds they know why they want Mick to get a black eye every now and then. Other then that I think this pack is kinda not functional, Mick can't keep them in line extremely well, not because he can't intimate them but because he can't be bothered and this bites him in the ass all the time as the boys have no real figure to keep them in line and so they wreek havoc on anything they can which is the reason Mick is put through so many fights. But the one place this dynamic would work is the music, you know how I said Mick can't be bothered to keep them in line, well in the studio, that's all he does, he keeps them on track and focused and creative as he's genuinely leading them as a pack leader but outside the studio, in a world where Mick doesn't give a shit to correct them, the three beta guys take out their feelings of insignificance on the general public with no restraint. When Mick goes into rut though their all there to support their old man, they have to switch out every round because Mick is insatiable and he goes for so long and with his back it's obvious that he's in a lot of pain so they all try to do most of the work but Mick doesnt allow them to at all when he's far gone in rut. Mick absolutely tires them out, which is an accomplishment in itself and when the guys are lucid again with Mick there definitely not above teasing him for what a freak in the sheets he is in that state, Mick growls at them and dips until they can stop being immature. (Also I'll just make this side note here, but I kinda don't think Mick would willingly let anybody help him through a heat. He thinks it makes him look weak and he hates being dependent)

Alpha Nikki, Alpha Tommy, beta Vince and omega Mick - Nikki is a heavily controlling alpha though and while he doesn't have that prejudice against omegas like I think Tommy and Vince would low key have, he is a lot more protective and possessive of Mick and Mick does not care for being owned at all and so this would be a constant battle of whims against Nikki and Mick, Nikki trying to get Mick to be careful and safe with himself and have more forethought and Mick just doing whatever he feels like in the moment without forethought and he gets away with it too, because all he has to do is play up his omega act a little and Nikki just cannot bring himself to punish Mick and Mick knows that. I think Nikki would hand out punishments but none that get any of his band mates to listen lol. Tommy would also be super protective of Mick but unlike Nikki's suffocating chokehold on him, Tommy's style of dominance would be more Mick's style, easygoing but there for Mick if he needs anything only an alpha can provide. Vince being a beta in this situation, again just makes me laugh, because he would constantly be trying to have a pissing contest (figuratively but I'm sure he's literally challenged them to one before) with them and Vince looses every single time. This would give beta Vince even more of a complex and I kinda think this would get him to quit the band much sooner actually, funnily enough. Also this is the only two alpha set up that I think would actually work, as Tommy and Nikki are so close, it'd be impossible for them to get into any arguments that weren't of the absolute essence.

Alpha Vince, Omega Tommy, omega Nikki and omega Mick - oh boy, is all I kinda gotta say about this one honestly. Vince absolutely feels high and mighty in this one and the other guys fucking despise it. He makes a very big deal of being the only alpha to an omega harem (his words, not mine). Nikki and Tommy both constantly undermine his rule and make him go insane and Mick just straight up ignores him unless he thinks the cause is important enough for him to follow directions. Doesn't actually know how to run a pack and constantly fails to keep everything together. I mean this pack is all fun and games for Vince until Mick, Tommy and Nikki go into heat at the same time. This one would be a total disaster and not even in a funny way…okay maybe a little funny, since classificationist Vince eats shit every time he thinks he's in control of the omegas, and I think this dynamic would get him out of that terrible headspace super quick, so it's a win ig.

Alpha Mick, alpha Tommy,alpha Nikki and alpha Vince - utter shit show, like this is the worst combination….but fuck is it fun to think about, I mean it's a ticking time bomb, there would constantly be fights and or tussles that would leave them with scars they could never fully recover from and yet they would be so fucking ride or die for each other it's insane. Like they want to kill each other constantly and pheromones are running high, but if some punk tried to mess with any of them, they'd never see the light of day again. This combo is volatile in all the best ways and they bond by knocking the teeth out of some drunk schmucks face. Just alpha things <33. Ruts would be fucking insane, it's a lot of growling and fucking and domination, they would all be sore for weeks to come afterwards.

Alpha Mick, alpha Nikki, alpha Vince and omega Tommy - they are all so protective of Tommy. While Nikki and Vince argue about what's best for the pack, Mick is just vibing with Tommy and keeping creeps away from him by freaking out said creeps with his own terrifying personality when Vince and Nikki are too absorbed by other things. But when Nikki and Vince are sober and not at each other's throats they also make sure Tommy is as comfortable and well looked after as they know how to give someone else. This would be the most wholesome-ish combination of all the dynamic pairs because it's basically just Nikki and Vince having a marital fight while Tommy and Mick snuggle on the couch and watch them duke it out.

Omega Nikki, omega Tommy, omega Mick and omega Vince - I know this is not gonna be the answer you expect but I kinda think this one would also be one of the more functional ones. As a group full of omegas in an “alpha's” career realm of rockstar, they gotta have each other's back and this gives them a common societal enemy to fight and we know how strong these guys can be when they have a common enemy. I think they're all even more protective of each other then the all alpha pack tbh and I know I really haven't mentioned nesting at all in any of the oner dynamics but in this one it would be prominent. They make a big communal nest together and all of them sleep together. Omega Nikki would be so happy to finally have such a safe environment to be in and he'd for once in his life feel proud to be an omega because not only are they brutal to every alpha that dares to try and either enter or break their pack because they think it's non valid but they are all so strong together, that he never feels scared to stand up to anyone of any dynamic ever, because he knows his pack has got his back. Omega Nikki finally has no shame to be an omega in this combination. And the other guys don't argue as badly at all as other packs mentioned in this post. And picking a leader also isn't hard, they decided that Mick is the leader for all intents and purposes, but Nikki is the one that actually runs it, Mick is just the main protector as he's the oldest and therefore wisest omega. The heats would also be such a comforting experience, it's all so comfortable and everybody understands what the other is going through, Mick even joins in for this dynamic aswell.

Beta Mick, beta Tommy, beta Vince and beta Nikki - So much alpha envy it's kinda insane, but this time with the added ingredient of a disgruntled Mick in the background, not because he's also envies alpha's (..okay maybe a little, but he won't straight up be petty about it, it is how it is) but because all the guys are making a total undeserved disaster, subconsciously because they are not seen as important in the chain of society.

#omegaverse au #love doing these!#poly!crue #crueslash

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minghaoyoudoin · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids As Romantic Tropes

genre: fluff warnings: none

a/n: y'all, I CANNOT get stray kids off my mind 😵‍💫 in an effort to get my brain to stop rotting, here's some fluff. is this an original idea? definitely not, but I wanted to give my two cents on this trend!! please like or reblog if you enjoyed, bye loves! - j

bang chan -> second chance

chan has some of the most comforting energy in the world. maybe you had a bad experience with relationships in the past, or your outlook on romance just wasn't great to begin with, but if there is anyone to change your mind, it's him. he would be so caring in a relationship, he constantly does everything in his power to show you exactly how special you are to him. when you met he intimidated you because of his looks and the way he carried himself, but as you got to know him you realized that he is kind to a fault and will always have your back, no matter what. not to mention, of course, he's a total dork.

rest of the members below the cut!

lee know -> brother's best friend

you were really not supposed to have a crush on your brother's best friend of who knows how many years, but how can anyone blame you when he looks like that? he teased you mercilessly growing up, but as you aged you found that your fake-hate relationship turned into something more. it would probably start with lee know sticking up for you when your brother starts his usual jokes at your expense, which would definitely get a few weird glances in his direction. eventually it turns into late-night adventures, laughing until you pee, pranking your other friends, and hoping with everything you have that your brother isn't mad when he finds out.

seo changbin -> enemies to lovers

we'll put it mildly and say that you and changbin did not like each other when you first met. you were constantly annoyed by everything he did and you agitated him to no end, and you became comfortable in your mutual dislike for one another. that is, until changbin kissed you during a game of truth or dare at a party. you both realized at the same time that, hey, maybe hatred isn't actually what you've been feeling this whole time. it's that push you need to start up a careful friendship, but neither of you can deny the genuine romantic affection that begins to grow between you. and when he finally asks you out officially, he is, without a doubt, the sweetest and most devoted boyfriend you've ever had.

hwang hyunjin -> forbidden love

you were never supposed to love hyunjin. yet no matter what you did, the two of you were drawn together like moths to a flame. you would be constantly terrified of other people finding out about your relationship, but somehow he always manages to put your fears at ease with his genuine kindness. hyunjin is the type of boyfriend to pick you flowers on the side of the road simply because they made him think of you; paint you abstract versions of your eyes or hands just to get you out of his head. a relationship like yours is unavoidable, no matter how hard you try, and you can only hope love will be enough once other people find out.

han jisung -> fake relationship

when he approached you on campus and proposed a scheme to make his ex jealous, you'd laughed in his face. then, for reasons beyond logic, you'd said yes. you would feel so awkward at first, considering jisung was holding your hand and bringing you flowers to keep up appearances, but eventually his charm and humor started to get to you. you would both argue over who actually fell in love first, but it didn't truly matter in the end. eventually, the relationship shifted from forced to destined completely on accident. the fake-dating scheme actually worked on his ex, who approached him at a party a few months later, and jisung cackled in their face. why go back to gold when he'd struck diamond?

lee felix -> soulmates

from the first second you spotted felix, you were done for. the two of you danced around one another for weeks after that, each of you unable to stay away for more than a few days at a time. from day one, being with felix felt like waking up from a very long dream. you would be embarrassed trying to describe your feelings for him out loud but they were still unlike any romantic feelings you'd experienced before. he's sweet and devoted, truly the sunshine in your world full of clouds. your favorite part about him, however, is that you're allowed to see the parts of him no one else can. his sorrows and fears that he reveals only to you. you love him endlessly and have never felt the need to act like anything than what you are with him.

kim seungmin -> school crush

kim seungmin is the coolest kid in school, the boy everyone wants and can't have. when you first met he seemed completely disinterested in romantic relationships, a fact which bothered you more than you liked to admit. you saw him once a day in class, never able to really concentrate because he sat directly behind you and was always cracking jokes with his friends. you were convinced he didn't know you existed, but you couldn't have been more wrong. when seungmin asked you on a date out of nowhere, you thought it had to be a joke. nope. he'd been crushing on you just as hard since the moment he laid eyes on you. your relationship with seungmin is sweeter than honey and full of teasing, late-night karaoke dates, and matching outfits. you couldn't ask for a better first love.

yang jeongin -> childhood best friends to lovers

jeongin lived three houses down the street from you growing up. you walked home from school and every day, without fail, he was always in his driveway shooting hoops (badly, though you'd never tell him that). you had playdates every afternoon until dusk and remained friends all the way through high school. he was your platonic date to every school dance and club function. you never admitted to anyone that every time he got into a new relationship, your heart broke a little more. finally, in college, jeongin reaches his limit and asks you when you're finally going to let him take you out, a question that nearly gives you a heart attack. after that moment, everything changed. jeongin is obsessed with you, to put it mildly, and spends all of his time trying to make you see yourself the way he sees you. relationships, you realize, are effortless when your partner is your best friend.

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mourn-and-watch · 9 months ago

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i'm so tempted to ask you every question on the choosing violence ask but i'll settle for 1, 3, 6, 8

1. the character everyone gets wrong

this one is gonna be obvious but anders. the thing about him is that people either hate him or love him and it usually has like. no nuance. i think i don't need to explain why i don't vibe with his haters, but i also don't vibe with a lot of anders fans because there are a lot of people who make him a victim in every situation or conflict. i'm an "anders was right" girlie through and through when it comes to the chantry, but there are so many interactions and topics where he is not, in fact, right. i love how fucked up this guy is, how vocal he is both when he knows what he's talking about and when he doesn't at all; he's very opinionated and has so many prejudices he got from his andrastian ex-circle mage background, he has no intention to be open-minded and understanding if he's not on best terms with a person or they just don't agree with him completely, these are all flaws that make him my favourite character in the series! but i know some people prefer to justify his mistreatment of other characters and simultaneously emphasize how other characters mistreat him without actually considering what these other characters bring into discussion, making him a misunderstood martyr surrounded by enemies, which just doesn't sit right with me

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i don't have any screenshots and couldn't find this post,but i remember there was someone who said that fiona just abandoned alistair and maric did all he could to raise him unlike her or something. it was such a wild take for many reasons, but i was additionally baffled by the fact that there are people who not only blame fiona for this (which is. yeah. a take) but also are ready to waste their time on disliking her this much. i thought only i and a couple of other people care about her enough to remember she exists out there somewhere

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

oh. um. v//rrich//wke. there's nothing particularly wrong with the ship, i just prefer their platonic dynamic, but i started to get slightly annoyed by it because no i don't think that absence of varric romance is the ultimate flaw of this game. i also don't think varric is the only person who genuinely cares about hawke and all potential LIs are selfish pricks who take advantage of hawke by forcing them to solve their problems and don't want to give them anything in return. also the whole bianca hate is completely blown out of proportion and feels kinda misogynistic. please stop

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

the most boring and unbearable quest in dao is brecilian forest questline actually. the circle and the fade part are not that bad at all. moreover, deep roads are FUN and EXTREMELY ENGAGING and the whole vibe is incredibly creepy. y'all just don't get it

choose violence asks

#re: 8th question. i wanted to write smth on fantasy politics discourse first #but then i realized there's no universally accepted opinion so everyone can't be wrong at once. so here it is #ask tag

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theformerbastard · 2 years ago

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8, 11, 19

Do I change into specific clothes for the house? Not really. I just hate to wear a shirt when I'm alone. Remember that Mitch Hedberg joke about how he hated to have things touching his neck? That's me. I feel like I'm gonna puke if a shirt is too tight around my throat. Thank Dolly for v-necks.

Anything from childhood I've held on to? I'm gonna assume this means physical things and not like...trauma. Y'all probably know how obsessed with nostalgia I am so it's probably no surprise that I keep stuff forever. Hell, I've got ticket stubs from nearly every movie I've seen in a fireproof safe. I had a bunch of boxes at Mama's house and recently she and my stepdad put it all into my storage unit. Well the other day I was talkin' to her about how I'd lost track of some things that I'd kill to still have like my pog collection and my Game Gear. I think a lot of stuff has been thrown away (I'm incredibly bitter about it) but Mama got me thinkin' that some stuff might be in there. I can't wait to dig thru it all one day. Probably the most important item of all tho is my stuffed Fievel. One of my great aunts gave him to me the day I was born and he's been with me ever since. I just love him. I genuinely considered bringin' him on the road with me but it would break my heart if somethin' happened to him.

Veggie I dislike the most: I got a real bone to pick with carrots. They're fine but I HATE when I grab a veggie tray and there's a couplea piddly pieces of broccoli and 6 dozen baby carrots. Fuck outta my face with that.

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shoujoboy-restart · 8 months ago

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The main reason why these dudes are so obcessed with submissive below 25 women "with no baggage" is because mature and well developed women that had more than one relationship will smell their bullshit from miles away.

Also the reason why they hate and despise women that have careers is because they have the only thing they are able to offer: money. Most trad or redpill or whatever new word for chauvinist pig men are emotionally immature, irresponsible, manipulative(intentionally or not), maladjusted, insecure and so on...why would a woman making money moves choose someone like this? Our grandmas had to stay with their ain't shit husbands that probably beat their ass because they couldnt get a job as deal burger flipper or have their own bank accounts, that's not reality anymore, women don't need men for their finances anymore so why settle for some rancid bastard just because they can make money?

Many of y'all aren't lonely "because all women ain't shit/feminism is destroying the west" y'all are lonely because of genuinely being maladjusted socially, having a rancid personality only other rotten fish heads can stand for longer than normal, stuck on being the class idiot or contrarian from highschool, being materialistic and shallow in the most boring ways possible, proudly not caring if you even have some untreated mental illness or being proudly ignorant of it.

Y'all are the equivalent of that costumer cashiers hate to know comes at least once a month, the pigeon that won't fly when the car approaches, a flying roach, a rotten animal carcass in the middle of the road.

Even the women y'all comment "you gotta protect" don't have a fucking boyfriend or husband because no self respecting man wants a proud financial leech that's see them as respectable monthly check that can treat as less than human and they will beg to be with them because they choose to useless members of society.

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wtftarot · 2 years ago

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PAC Reading: Justice

Justice is all about justice, shocking. It talks about karma, balance and cutting through bullshit. Is there some bullshit you need to cut out of your life? Is there an area of your life you’re not judging clearly or maybe judging too harshly? Let’s fuck around a find out.

This reading is for entertainment purposes only and should not be taken in place of professional advice in any capacity. Remember use common sense, and don't be a dumbass

I decided to do pictures of my cat, not only because he’s named after the card but also because the justice card can be pretty ruthless so we’re gonna balance that with some softness. Pick whichever you feel the most drawn to and head on to your reading.

random ass vibes: 6,66, hobbies, skateboarding, letting yourself slow down, hats? being gentle, cheap chocolate, environmentalism, self-definition

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Group Two (Sleepy Justice)

Soo, when I was shuffling for this group I heard 'not your martyr anymore'. Have y'all been taught that strength means enduring shit? I mean it can, but sometimes the stronger thing is to know when enough is enough. Y'all may have been told that you were being sensitive when you got upset that someone was being a dick to you. now you just try to grin and bare it. Honey, knowing how you deserve to be treated is never a weakness, they were just trying to shut you up so they could keep being a dick. Not wanting to be treated badly is not a weakness, it never will be. Sometimes enduring things actually weakens you. Like, say you sprained your ankle but for whatever reason you decide to keep running on it instead of taking care of it, in doing so you fuck it up more, then later when it's healed it still hurts or won't bend right (Not speaking from personal experience here, AT ALL) Taking care of yourself whether emotionally or physically is never a weakness, it's real fucking important and can save you from more pain down the line. If you've been quietly enduring the shitty behavior of others Justice is calling you to stop. (safely of course, if this is like SHITTY shitty behavior, try to get a safety net in place before you do anything.) You're being asked to re-think how you view strength, you're own strength in particular. Sometimes strength and sensitivity go hand in hand, be sensitive enough to know when something feels off and strong enough to call bullshit what it is. This can apply to other things too, not just assholes. You don't have to watch horror movies if they freak you out. You don't have to drink more than you feel comfortable with. Etc.

Random ass vibes: route 66, road trips, juggling, black and white styles, bright lipstick, soft rock, vintage butterfly art, 333

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Group Three (Justice looking cute)

There's this confused, stagnate energy with this group. Y'all may have been wondering why you feel so stuck lately and it looks like the answer is that you may be holding on to everything that's holding you back. Holding on because it's comfortable, it's safe even if you've grown to hate it. Y'all don't seem to be listening to yourself at all? Not listening to your soul, your true desires. All the real parts of you look to be really hidden or buried. I'm getting this image of someone playing wack-a-mole and I think that's what it's like for you and your more genuine instincts. You keep trying to figure out what you want or who you are, while simultaneously trying to push down who you are and what you really want. Damn, babe. It's no wonder you're fuckin exhausted all the time. The way out of this will be different for all of you, but what I'm seeing for advice is to start with what you do know is or isn't you deep down. Whatever just popped in your head right then (if anything) that would probably be a good place to start. Why though does it feel like some of y'all don't want to get more in tune with yourselves? There's like a lot of resistance to this message? There's quite a bit of discomfort around your genuine self, isn't there? For those of you that this is the case, don't be too hard on yourselves. It's okay to take this slow, maybe let yourself sit with and warm up to the idea of being your genuine self before pushing yourself to do anything. For those of you who are not so uncomfortable with it, I'm hearing that journaling may be a good thing to start (ha, some of y'all are rolling your eyes at that) While it may feel a lil weird, it would really help you fully understand what you're thinking and feeling.

random ass vibes: lightning, metal music, lizards, bible belt, gardening, fog, bubble gum, naps, 12:12

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11h36 · 4 years ago

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JJK Characters but they're your roommate

Choso

The perfect roommate to have but he's still adjusting to mundane life in general. He insists on cooking for the two of you but its not great (u gotta let him down gently pls) Your place will be clean as HELL tho he deep cleans like biweekly. If you genuinely don't want to, He'll make "The Important" phonecalls like when something goes wrong w the wifi or when you need your landlord to fix something. He's just really helpful in general and is always looking out for you.

Shoko

Literally always at work so?? When she is at home though, she takes care of her own messes and expects you to do the same. She mostly keeps to herself (at first) especially cause she doesn't really have all that much time to socialize anyway, But if y'all are drinking buddies? You get that much closer to her. She doesn't talk about herself much but she truly enjoys your company, and after a while you'll get to see her more humorous side.

Nanami

The rent is always on time bih! If ur his roommate you gotta be the opposite of Gojo, literally when he gets off work all he wants is peace. The type to remind you that y'all are renting if you try to put nails in the walls or paint them, he's not paying for any damages. He cooks so he'll share his meals with u, and while he doesn't expect it, he's so appreciative if you cook too or clean up afterwards. You know you're in good hands cause he reads the conditions of the lease like 100 times to make sure y'all aren't trapped in any predatory contracts.

Toji

Another person who's barely home, he'll come in and out at any hour but he never really stays for long. His room is messy af but as long as it stays in his room , its not a big deal right? He'll unapologetically eat your food and not understand why you're so upset about it, "it's just food 🙄" He'll also use your products, basically what's yours is his unless you literally lock that shit up. The perk is that you usually have the place to yourself and he can fix things when they break so you save a lot on utilities.

Utahime

Such a considerate roomie but she's no pushover. Like if you are actively fucking up the Vibes she'll let you know. She's so resourceful tho like if you ever run out of anything she probably has extras somewhere in the house. She cares a lot about the decor and keeping things tidy so her space is really pleasant to look at. After a long day of work she just wants to come home and have a drink or two and if you'll listen to her ramble she's a happy camper.

Gojo

The roommate you either love or hate. While he's barely there, when he is he makes his presence known no matter where you are (even if ur showering) Would probably play dumbass tiktok pranks on you that range from mildly annoying to making you consider packing up your stuff and leaving lmao. Hes a roommate you could do anything with tho, like one day ur at an art gallery the next you're on a road trip stopping at various beaches. All in all, there's never a dull moment when he's around.

Geto

One of the best roommates to have? He's easygoing, not really loud or messy and he can get along with most people. A true homie fr. Will love u forever if you can cook (like bro anything is better than the curses he has to eat) and he be having The Munchies 👀 He has excellent music taste and will softly bump that shit throughout the house. He's cracking tf up if he catches u shazaming his songs cause u were too embarrassed to ask for the names of them lmao.

Mei Mei

She Ballin. No fr though she wants a high rise, with an amazing view and on-site amenities. Rarely home because she goes where the money resides, but she's fun to be around when she is. She gets everything y'all could ever need delivered but she doesn't mind shopping with you once in a while, it's one of the few times you get to really interact. She can be a little messy but you can't really complain cause... look where u live lol.

#subtly sneaking in the hc that geto smoakes oui'd #choso #shoko ieri #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #geto suguru #mei mei #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu headcanons #jjk x reader #need me a freak that can fix a sink 😩#black reader

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the-last-living-ocs · 1 year ago

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AIGHT I AM GONNA TALK ABOUT ANTHONY BECAUSE I'M LOVE HIM this is gonna be very rambly heehoo

Read more to save y'all 'cause this is gonna be long

Also there's a chance I've said all of this before sory but I'm love him :D

Him tall boy yes, 188cm (6'2") fella good boy

He is a lovely man, a really nice lad, he's super gentle in manner most of the time and makes a great First Officer (on the starship 'Luna'). He has a fabulous sense of when it's time to be kind and when it's time to act, and he's not afraid to do what needs to be done.

Also he is an excellent fighter - he has a particular specialism in firearms and similar, due to his very particular background, but he is also skilled in his own kind of hand-to-hand combat style which he created from a combination of his experience of streetfighting, boxing and ballet (which he took for several years as a teenager, and recently began independently developing, it makes him unexpectedly nimble for someone his size). It's so unique that he generally gains an advantage through inciting sheer confusion. That said he's definitely at his absolute best with a rifle and a target a mile away.

Also he loves jazz so so much. He learning to swing dance also

Also he's Head of Security as well as First Officer, but he has a Massive aversion to authority. So... he never takes advantage of his position and has equal respect for both his ""superiors"" and those that work ""under"" him and when he accidentally time travels to the 80's that one time he immediately ends up vibing with the UK punk scene (which I cannot wait to write someday).

He's in a romantic relationship with Corvyn (senior medical officer on Luna), and loves him so much so much oh my gosh they,, hh,, they're so good together it shouldn't work so well but Wow it does. ( Anthony is asexual and Corvyn is Very Much Not but they make it work haha)

Annnnnnd he is my favourite example of trope subversion that I have ever written,, even though it's not the biggest or most important subversion it's maybe the closest to my heart.

'cause I love James Bond and characters like that right but also I Hate them it gets so annoying how toxic they are and how easily they throw away particularly their romantic partners and ugh it gets on my nerves so bad

See he's such a typical character at first glance - tall, dark-haired and handsome, secretive and a bit moody, with a temper that can be utterly terrifying and very clearly possessing the ability to seriously injure or kill someone...

And then you see that he'll sit and listen to Corvyn when he's sad and just hold him gently to make him feel better. That his empathy is the fire behind any anger he expresses, that he doesn't mean his anger as anything except an expression of pain - that it gives him such a fiery and heartfelt sense of justice that he will do anything for it. Mean words can make him cry and he's not afraid to let himself be sad, (though he does find being vulnerable scary due to a traumatic upbringing) but he's not afraid to be happy either, he has a kindness that shows in his eyes and he constantly fights the fact that he has blood on his hands and may well gain more against the fact that his skill helps him protect those he loves. And yes he has lost someone, yes she was a woman and his partner and yes it does move him to change but it Doesn't move him to violence and it actually makes him so desperately sad but he doesn't just use it as an excuse to be angry. It's a genuine loss, not just a step on his road.

Also he baby I'm love him weeooeeooo :))

If I could hug any of my characters it'd be him :)

Oc rambles free card. Talk about whatever tf you want about your little homemade blorbo

#ocs #luna scifi #anthony #oc rambles #i have not spellchecked or grammar checked any of this so it's pure ramble :)

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spidersbane · 3 years ago

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Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)

For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America !

no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there

he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter.

your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten

he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show !

since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence

overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :)

For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !

Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him

not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.

but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.

similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you

it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him

like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it

overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)

For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !

I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me

so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team

but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that

if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly

Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.

by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field

and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)

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rightsockjin · 4 years ago

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Here’s Number 13 with Yoongi! I hope y'all like it!

Summary: A road trip with your life long friend takes an unexpected turn for the best...

Rating: T (Teen- suggestive)

Genre: Fluff and like a hint of what could be smut...

Warnings: The ending... that’s it. Nothing triggering I think. Oh someone gets smacked in the ass. So there’s that... um... partial nudity. Underwear. ok yea.

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“Can you just get in the damn car?”

Yoongi wasn’t exactly a patient person.

From the day that you met him in middle school-

Well really you had met him sometime in Primary school but you had both at some point agreed that the story you would tell people when they asked when you two had met was that you met in middle school.

That being because well... you guys hated each other.

Kind of.

Yoongi hated you and you... well you didn’t take well to being hated.

That being said, when you guys did end up becoming friends, it was Yoongi who had proposed it after years of what he put as “rivalry”.

He’d asked you to share a Sunday with him and you guys spent the whole afternoon talking.

One thing led to another and from then on you were inseparable.

“But look at the sky,” you said, pointing at the stars as they had begun to ebb away with the moon.

It was slightly purple and pink and a little orange.

The sun was still too low to be seen but it was painting the sky prettily.

“We can look at the stars some other time. We’re gonna be late.”

You rolled your eyes as a shiver went through your whole body.

It was your annual winter road trip and every year, without fail, you refused to bring a thick enough coat.

“Late to what? We don’t even have a destination dude.”

Maybe it was because you-

Pft.

You couldn’t even think of a good excuse for yourself anymore.

In all honesty-

Which is something you had started to do recently.

Honestly.

-you realized at some point on the last road trip that it was because you liked it much better when Yoongi groaned... then smiled... and gave you his.

“Late to the beginning.”

Ooooooookaaayyy?

Whatever what meant.

“Yoongi... are you sure that you got enough sleep?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“Probably. I slept from like three until six,” he said, as you ripped your eyes from the beautiful sky.

“That’s three hours,” you gaped through the rolled down window.

The car hummed softly. The warmth emanating from the engine transferred from the aura surrounding it into your bones.

But not your teeth.

They... were chattering something fierce.

“Yo-you’re fucking joking right?”

When he didn’t answer you made an ugly noise somewhere in the back of your throat and hit the roof of his-

1988 maroon thunderbird

(And don’t you forget it)

(...it’s his baby)

(It even has a name)

-car.

Yoongi’s hooded eyes shot wide open in surprise and what you knew to be anger because- well-

Let’s face it.

Yoongi has one facial expression and it’s usually somewhere between annoyed and indifferent.

He was the picture of a human grumpy cat with softer eyes.

Dark hair...

Soft...skin....

Where were you?

Oh yeah!

Yoongi glared at you. His nostrils flared.

“Did you just hit Jisu?”

His voice was even.

It wavered not.

And neither would you.

He was a big softy. Yoongi was all bark and no bite. Even his bark was reminiscent of a Chihuahua.

And not one of those feisty ones. More like one of the rat things that had no hair and barked under their breath when you tried to pet them.

...without teeth...

...with their tongue sticking out....

“Yoongi... it’s a car.”

“Y/N... it’s my pride and joy.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. I’m not getting in your death trap when you haven't had a proper eight hours, Yoongles.”

“Listen, Squirt,” he began and waves upon waves of distaste rolled over your spine. Your skin pimpled as a blush rose to your cheeks.

You HATED when he called you...

*shiver*

*gag*

Squirt

“...and you know that I do NOT like when people hit her! She’s beat up enough as it is without having people like you smacking on her-“

SMACK

You’d hit the front hood a little harder than you would have regularly just to shut him up.

A small wrinkle formed between his eyebrows. His lips fell open like he couldn’t really be bothered to hold it closed.

His pink tongue poked out slightly over his teeth.

He clicked, then-

“Okay fine.”

“Fine?”

“Yep.”

...you-what?

“Yes what?”

He pursed his lips and crossed his arms behind the stealing wheel.

“The road trip is canceled.”

You gaped at him.

Like that.

Yoongi’s expression didn’t change. Instead, he uncrossed his arms and turned the engine off.

Slowly, but resolutely, he opened the driver’s side door and stepped out of the car.

“I-wha- Wait! Yoongi,” you ran around the front to where he stood.

He slammed the car door shut but he wasn’t angry. He patted the roof of the car affectionately, his back turned to you.

“...you can’t cancel-“

“Well you won’t get in the Jisu with me behind the wheel and you don’t know how to drive a fucking stick shift... what else is there to do?”

He was teasing you.

There was no way that he would cancel.

It was tradition after all.

And he would NEVER break tradition.

Well ok-

Yoongi wasn’t usually traditional.

Unless it came to you and your friendship.

He’s violently loyal to the point that one time-

When some guy had asked you out, upon your confirmation, promptly spanked your ass in the middle of home room, he’d stood without hesitation and slapped the dude’s ass back.

He’d gotten detention for a month.

The other guy, a month and a slap to the ass.

There was also a time when a nasty rumor was going around the school that that same guy and you were in a very... presumptuous position and your reputation had been shot.

Most of your other friends had believed it but not Yoongi.

Yoongi went around shooting nasty looks at anyone who dared say a bad word about you.

That’s when things had changed.

In retrospect.

For you at least. You doubt anything had changed for Yoongi.

But for you... that summer... the one of your junior year... changed everything.

No one was talking to you anymore. Your girls were now-

The Bitches ™️

And the only friend you had was Yoongi.

Your yoongi.

He’d become that then.

Yours...

Even though it wasn’t your place to make him so.

But you couldn’t help it. He’d changed. He’s grown an inch.

He’d started to work out-

And then stopped at the request of his mother because his clothing wasn’t fitting him and honestly Yoongi’s family didn’t have enough money to buy new threads-

-and for some ungodly reason, his father had given him his car and his now favorite cowhide leather jacket.

Vintage.

Let’s get that straight people.

It is vintage. Not old.

It was something in the way he listened to you.

With gentle nods and sarcasm at the ready.

It was his fake laugh.

And his laughter...

And the beautiful mornings

The way his gums popped out when you were falling asleep after pulling an all nighter under the stars.

It was his essence.

“I-well... but the road trip is-“

“Over unless you miraculously acquired the ability to drive stick or...”

He paused, looking at you over his leather clad shoulder.

“You get in Jisu, settle the snacks and apologize.”

You huffed. Your breath is visible in the early morning sky.

“I...” it was like being gutted.

Like a fish.

A cold dead fish...

“Am sorry.”

Whew.

That was tough but now you didn’t have to worry about him being salty all the way to-

“Not to me,” Yoongi said, interrupting your thoughts.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Apologize to Jisu.”

“The car?” You said under your breath.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, a smug gum smile in place, “the car.”

You deflated.

He wasn’t kidding.

That was the worst part.

He genuinely wanted you to apologize to…

Jisu

The car.

With embarrassment filling your empty stomach-

Well save for your heart which was digesting nicely!

-you sighed and said:

“Jisu... sweet... old... rundown-“

“Watch it,” Yoongi groaned.

“Fine! I’m sorry I hit you. It was rude of me. Will you ever forgive me and let me ride you?”

There was a pause in which you processed your own words.

You hadn’t meant to.

And really, if your mind wasn’t in the gutter it would have meant nothing but your Innuendo hung in the freezing air around you.

Damn were you good at saying stupid shit.

Yoongi cleared his throat and moved closer to you.

Your heart-

Now in a puddle.

-skipped a beat.

Your cheeks rouged.

He wasn’t touching you but you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. The warmth contrasted strangely with the coolness of the morning.

God... what you would give for his lips to touch you.

For his hands to graze your skin.

To wrap around your waist-

“WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT JISU DOES NOT ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY AND FEELS HARASSED!”

You jumped a foot in the air.

Your arms flung around you in fear. Your elbow hit against something.

Pain shot through your arm.

You turned only to see Yoongi holding his shoulder-

The one someone had nearly run over a couple years ago and he’d had problems with since.

-and your panic soared.

“Oh my God! Are you okay? Why did you fucking yell in my ear dumb ass!”

Regardless of your harsh words, you rushed over to his side as his face screwed up in pain.

Pain you caused.

Fuck.

But he was laughing.

He couldn’t be that badly hurt could he?

“If your next question is if I’ll let you ride me the answer is a hard yes.”

Humiliation and anger rushed through your veins and into your fingertips.

Of their own accord, they began to smack every part of him they could reach.

“HEY! Why does Jisu get a better apology than me?!”

“Because Jisu is a girl and not an ass!”

It was in the way you always got the same taco from the corner stores and also rolled your eyes when he mentioned your addiction to strong coffee.

It was the way you snorted lightly-

And sometimes not so lightly.

-as he drove into the day.

It was the way you were drooling in that exact moment as the sun hit your pretty face and the seat was pulled back as far as it could possibly go.

Or maybe it was none of those things.

Or all of them.

Yoongi had lost track if he was honest.

Of all the things that made him wish he could tell you how he felt.

That he loved the moles that covered your body.

The shine from your hair after it was freshly dried.

He loved your musky perfume and the lotions you’d purchased in bulk because:

“If I like it might as well buy 12 of them.”

He loved your logic and the lack thereof.

He loved your style.

The way you refused to “ruin” an outfit with a jacket if it didn’t match and how- without fail- you always wore whatever jacket he handed you completely disregarding what you always said.

Like the one that he had lain over your trembling body as you slept when he’d stopped to use the restroom.

It was his dad’s.

It was old-

Vintage as you liked to say.

(Or bugged him by saying any time he tried to say it was old.)

It was riddled with discoloration.

It was his most prized possession.

Right after his car.

And you.

Though he’d never admit it.

And seeing you inside the car with his jacket draped over you like a blanket was doing things to him that he couldn’t comprehend.

It was like being enveloped in silk and velvet after a nice hot bath filled with lavender and rosewood and vanilla.

It was like soft musk caressing the folds of his brain, sending dopamine straight to the pleasure center of his cranium.

What he would give to touch you.

... in a less than platonic way.

The way your jaw stayed placidly open was also doing things to him.

This much less... soft

And a lot more

Well there’s no sugar coating.

Hard.

You stirred in your slumber.

His thoughts jarred to a stop.

You blinked then woke slowly. Confusion was evident in your eyes.

Quickly replaced by realization.

You looked down at the leather on your body.

The slightest smile pulled at your pretty lips.

You didn’t sit up.

You curled your small hands into the leather and snuggled against the softness.

“Morning,” you said, your voice slightly higher pitched.

A shiver ran through his nerves. His skin pimpled.

“You mean midday,” he corrected with a chastising roll of his eyes but the corners of his lips pulled up.

Fuck.

You.

...WAIT NO!

He shook his head, trying to keep his eyes forward and his mind on the road.

“Same difference,” you grumbled, pushing your arms through the sleeves of the jacket the wrong way.

Your short fingers stuck out at the edge.

A brief image of those same fingers pumping and wrapped around his-

“When’s lunch? I’m starving.”

He swallowed thickly.

“Well we ate maybe like four hours ago... “

“Exactly. I need food,” you said, righting your seat.

“We have snacks,” he said.

“But like... I want a burger.”

“Isn’t it too early for your road trip burger?”

Because every single road trip without fail, you both stopped at your favorite burger place and ate but it was only once in the whole road trip and you usually liked to save it for the road trip back to wherever you had come from for that year so you had something to look forward to.

“Mmmm, I’m feeling a shift in the matrix,” you said.

“Do you even know what the matrix is? Have you seen that movie?”

Offended, you turned to Yoongi.

He stayed facing the front.

“I LOVE Tom Cruise.”

“He’s not in that movie genius.”

You were silent for a second. Your eyes were wide.

“Hm... could have sworn....”

He smiled at the sun almost right above the car. There was not a cloud in the sky and he didn’t feel the least bit tired.

On the other hand he felt completely rejuvenated.

After a couple of miles, Yoongi let his smile settle and he cleared his throat as u set up your favorite road trip playlist.

You glance at him.

“You might wanna wipe the drool from your cheek by the way.”

“Fu-damn it Yoongi, why didn’t you say something earlier?”

It was raining.

Heavily.

Sadly, no men in sight aside from your long time friend.

Though...

Maybe not so sadly.

It had only been a couple more hours.

You had stopped for your burger.

And the sun was up and then-

BOOM

Thunderstorm.

Honestly, you were slightly worried.

Yoongi had been driving for a total of about ten hours that day and he’d been running on three hours of sleep.

You guys still had a couple more days of road trip to go.

Usually they lasted around three to four depending on how annoying you are being. And that’s counting the drive back home.

But at this rate... you guys might have to turn back early.

Now, you had no real clue where you guys were headed.

You never really did.

Yoongi never told you.

But it was cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool

Totally cool.

You trusted him and he had never led you astray.

Though... that one time when you guys got lost for nearly a week because he refused to check the GPS was kind of astray....

Anyway.

You never doubted he had good plans.

He’d taken you to amusement parks and landmarks and historical sights just for the hell of it.

He’d taken you wonderful places so you had never questioned him.

This time... you really, really wanted to know if a thunderstorm was even worth it.

You opened your mouth to ask but were instantly shushed.

Taken aback your eyes widened.

Again you tried to speak but one of Yoongi’s fingers came up to your lips to keep you silent.

“Look it’s coming down hard and I really cannot focus when you speak.”

You crossed your arms, his leather jacket rumpled slightly as it rubbed against itself after you had put it on correctly.

It smelled so much like him.

The leather smell permeated through your nostrils. But under it was something else. Something woody and fresh that was so... Yoongi, it made your head spin.

You frowned but settled in your seat with your mouth shut.

Soft lo-fi filled the air in the car.

You were no longer cold.

For obvious reasons which didn’t include the heating because it was broken in the car.

But you felt a shiver of fear run down your spine.

Yoongi’s black hoodie seemed darker now that the sky was cloudy.

It was pulled up to his elbows, his forearms out in the open-

As if that wasn’t illegal or some shit.

- and flexed slightly. His veins, prominent.

Another chill ran down your body.

This time... for a reason completely unrelated to your circumstances.

It was going to be a long drive.

The car broke.

Jisu broke.

It was about time it did too.

Though Yoongi was having a hard time.

Honestly... he was tearing up.

Or at least, you thought he was.

But he refused to look at you as the tow truck dropped you off at the nearest motel.

It was still raining ugly and you were still unbelievably cold.

Though maybe you were playing it up a little so that Yoongi would put up with you cuddling into his side.

It was partially for you but it was also for him.

He didn’t want to admit it but you knew.

You knew he needed something to ground him.

What better to do that with than with yourself?

“We’re here,” the driver said, squinting through the downpour.

“Thanks again for the lift,” you said since you knew Yoongi wouldn’t speak in fear of his voice breaking.

“Well you gotta pay darlin’” the driver said with a wink in your direction.

“But you’re welcome nonetheless. I can try to get you closer if you would like. Wouldn’t want you and your boyfriend getting a cold.”

A deep crimson blush filled the blood vessels in your cheeks and neck.

Your throat closed.

You coughed.

On instinct you pushed Yoongi away and made a disgusted face.

Yoongi’s nose twitched, his shoulders slumped.

“We- were not-“

“She’s single,” Yoongi said, his voice much stronger than you expected it to be.

“Friends,” he clarified.

Disappointment flooded your mind.

Friends. And that was that.

“I’m sorry but we only have one room available for the night,” the clerk said.

There was only one room?

“Does it at least have two beds?” Yoongi asked, giving you a worried look over his shoulder.

His hair was slicked to his head.

Waving slightly.

“I’m sorry sir,” the clerk said, “it’s a single queen bed. That’s really all we have.”

There’s only one bed????

What the fuck kind of fan fiction were you living in?

What are the damn odds?

Being friends since forever ago did not mean that you had shared a bed before.

There had always been a line that you didn’t-

Couldn’t

Wouldn’t

-cross.

This was by no means normal.

You glanced around the lobby trying to avoid looking at your friend.

“Well... okay. Shit. Yeah give me the room,” Yoongi said under his breath as if you, not hearing him, would make up for him taking the room.

He didn’t want you to think he’d planned this.

He hadn’t.

Why would he have?

How could he have?

He can’t control the fucking weather.

Regardless, as he got the key to the room he couldn’t help but feel sleazy.

He paid then thanked the clerk.

You were shivering.

Damn you and your insistence on not wearing a damn jacket.

His wasn’t enough.

You needed a shower. A warm one.

Your lips were nearly blue.

Without hesitation, he picked up his duffle and your rolling suitcase.

He casually walked up to you and wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders.

The leather was wet.

And now ten times colder.

He led you to the hallways of rooms on the first floor.

It was the last room in the far corner.

Yoongi had thought of multiple scenarios in which you guys ended up in a room together but never had he thought it would be while you guys were “just friends”.

You shivered under the weight of his arm.

“Come on, Squirt. Let’s get you in dry clothes.”

There were two things you hated:

Being cold,

And

Yoongi calling you Squirt.

Yet, this time... you were grateful for the cold.

And for the nickname.

Was it-

*gasp*

Growing on you?

Yoongi opened the door and with it came the strong scent that inevitably came with hotels.

To you, it had always been kind of comforting.

Like family trips and new adventures.

Today though, it smelled very much like nerves and fear and something shifting in the air.

It felt like nothing was moving.

Even as you stepped into the room and onto the slightly too dark green carpet, it felt like the world around you both had stopped turning.

Yoongi’s arm fell from around you and you mourned the loss.

You listened rather than watched him bring the bags in.

It was somewhere between 60-70 degrees and the wetness of your hair was seeping into your scalp.

Still, you refused to take off the jacket that was growing heavier and heavier as the rain soak in.

“Hey Y/N, give me the jacket.”

You spun around as he set down the luggage. He held a hand out.

Suddenly, you really didn’t want to get rid of it.

It felt like your second skin.

“Uh... but I’m cold,” you argued.

“And if you stay in that jacket you’re going to catch a cold. Hand it over.”

He curled his fingers in a “come hither” motion.

Your throat went dry.

Then, as if under a spell, you pulled the slightly heavy leather off of you and handed it off.

Yoongi watched you remove the jacket in a trance-like state.

You were staring at his hand.

He felt the fabric fall into his palm but he wasn’t looking.

He was staring, mouth open at your shirt.

Your white, long sleeve, wet, shirt.

And you know.

We all know…

What happens when a white shirt gets wet.

And now, Yoongi had the full boob-

PROOF

(dude that doesn’t even sound the same)

He had the full proof.

He blinked owlishly, glued to the way the fabric stuck to your chest.

He could see the skin tone bra that you were wearing.

The lines of your stomach visible lightly.

All the blood rushed to one of two places.

You know which.

Don’t lie.

He pressed the cold jacket against his body so that it covered what was quickly growing.

You watched him curiously as his mouth shut with a click.

You followed his gaze as goosebumps covered your arms.

That’s when you saw it.

And embarrassment wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you felt.

You crossed your arms over your chest but you couldn’t turn away.

There was something else running through your veins aside from the humiliation.

Hope.

Because Yoongi wasn’t turning away and you weren’t stupid either.

You could see the strategic way that he was holding the slightly dripping jacket right in front of his…

Area…

And he had taken his eyes off your chest and now wasn’t even looking at you.

In a sudden burst of confidence-

And let's be honest, probably terrible judgement.

-you shimmied out of your shirt and balled it up.

Without letting yourself think of it too much before you chickened out, you tossed it right at his chest area.

Since it was wet, it made a wet-

PLOP

On his shoulder.

Confusion was clear on his expressionless face as he looked at the fabric.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes in question then did a double take.

You licked your lips nervously but tried to keep your nerves at bay.

This was normal.

You always hung out in your bra with your oldest friend.

Everyday things…

Pft.

Easy.

“Wh-what are you doing,” Yoongi asked, his voice wavering.

“The shirt was soaked through. I thought that I should get out of it as well.”

Then mustering all of your courage, you unbutton your jeans.

The pop of the button was unnaturally loud in your ears.

The zipper was deafening.

“W-wait! Y/N what the fuck?”

You looked up trying to keep your ‘this is totally normal’ look on your face.

“Getting out of my wet clothes. Isn’t that what you said for me to do?”

“I said to get out of my jacket,” he said harshly, using it to gesture at you half naked. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of your jeans.

“Well the logic follows, doesn’t it? Wet jacket,wet shirts, wet pants…”

You pushed them down your legs without looking at him.

“Off.”

You heard him hiss under his breath.

Fear gripped you as the cold air of the room hit your skin which was a little moist.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at,” Yoongi began.

There was anger in his voice.

“But whatever it is. It’s not funny,” he finished throwing the jacket onto the floor.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked into the restroom.

Your heart sank.

It was later in the night and you were huddled under the white blankets of the queen bed and Yoongi had yet to come out of the restroom.

You had thought you’d heard some low grunts coming from the restroom but then the shower had turned on and you heard nothing but the rain and the water.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, the grunts were very real.

Very much soft-

(in volume)

- for a reason.

And very much because of you.

It was when it was getting too intense that Yoongi decided to take a cold shower to calm down his hormones.

Still, he had decided to stay in the restroom for most of the night.

He was a night person anyway.

Always got his best thinking done when the moon was full and up.

This was no different.

He sat on the toilet seat, his legs spread wide and his elbows on his knees.

He was in his underwear and the shirt he had worn all day.

He hadn’t gotten the courage to walk out.

Not with the humiliation of having beat one out

(well not completely just a little bit)

(not that he was...little…)

To you in a bathroom while you were partially naked in the next room.

He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Were you just so comfortable with him that you guys had crossed the friendship line to the point of no return?

Or were you attracted to him and that was some grand gesture?

Either way, he was terrified to guess wrong.

Why had he thought that this year would be different?

Why had he thought he could sweep you away on some romantic road trip in his crappy old car when he didn’t know the first thing about being romantic?

His idea of romantic was throwing a vintage-

Old.

let's call it how it is.

Old jacket on you when you were asleep.

It was spanking that asshole who had smacked your ass all those years ago.

And sticking by you when your other friends turned away from you.

It was branding them the Bitches and making sure that you knew that you hadn’t been at fault for the rumors.

Romantic Yoongi held your hand through your first year of collage and held your hair back the first time you drank too much.

It was him tucking you in when you guys spent all night out looking at the stars.

It was taking care of you when you were sick.

It was…

Throwing his prized jacket on you when you were cold…

And sacrificing his jacket so that the rain didn’t hit you directly even thought that might ruin it…

...

So he could see how you guys were confused.

Because isn’t that what friends did all the time?

Take care of each other?

And now, he had crossed a line he couldn’t get back from.

It was too late.

He’d missed his window-

If there was any window to begin with.

He’d missed it.

And maybe he just needed to be okay with that.

When you woke up, it was still super dark.

You half expected it to still be night but when you reached for your phone you realized that it was nearly noon and Yoongi hadn’t woken you.

You sat up, forgetting that you had slept in your underwear.

The sheets slipped from your top, the bra still on.

Suffice to say, your chest hurt.

Instinctively, you reached behind you to unclasp the bra but-

“Hey-hey-hey! Man in the room,” you heard from somewhere.

Your hands halted, still groggy, you blinked in the darkness.

“What man? All I hear is a grumpy Yoongi,” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyelids.

A sigh.

A groan.

Then a lamp turned on before you.

The light hit your sensitive eyes. You blinked against the brightness and when you could finally comfortably open your eyes, your jaw dropped.

Yoongi-

Your Yoongi was sitting in the beige armchair.

His pale legs were spread wide.

His boxers-

He was wearing boxers…

!!!!

-were far too loose and hung on his thighs.

From your position, you could see his bulge though it was clearly not hard, or at least not entirely.

Still, the fabric was pulled over it.

His chest was covered with a white T-shirt.

His arms were on the arm rests.

Your mouth fell open.

Water…

God you needed water.

You looked around you but there was not a single glass in sight.

“I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve realized, Squirt but I am very much a man.”

You avoided his eyes.

“I try not to think of you that way.” you mumbled, pulling the sheets up to your chest.

Lying through your teeth…

You know..

Like a liar.

There was a pause.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Last night you had no problem stripping in front of me.”

You froze.

What...what was happening here?

“You- you seemed less than happy about that if I recall correctly,” you said then when he said nothing you added, “and don’t call me Squirt.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

And ran a hand through his hair.

It stood on end.

Fuck.

Fuck….

He looked so hot.

“Only because you caught me off guard. Now,” he gestured between himself and you, his fingers conveniently pointing towards…

“We’re even.”

Even?

“So if you were to take off something else, I’d have to as well. For fairness. Of course.”

You-

Did he-

“We-Fair? Do- Do you hear yourself right now?”

You scrunch your nose.

You smelled something fishy.

Veerry...veeery fishy.

“Yes I speak korean, Y/N. The question is,” he stood, his boxers settling over his long legs, his shirt was tucked slightly into the elastic at his hips.

Where were you supposed to look?

The muscles on his arms.

His thighs, begging you to ride-

Or somewhere in the middle?

He had to know what he was doing to you.

He had to know that walking around in the loosest pair of boxers would draw your eyes straight to the center of his legs.

He wasn’t stupid.

So what angle was he playing?

(Acute ;])

“...Do you?”

He was by your side now. Your face was level with his stomach.

How does one react when your closest friend of your whole life is suddenly very close to naked in front of y-

…

Ohhhhhhhhhh....

“This is about me stripping yesterday...isn’t it?”

You held the covers up to your chest awkwardly.

Suddenly, you felt really stupid.

You shouldn’t have stripped without his consent.

You just really thought that...if you pushed a little, He’d see you as more than just “That girl that he hated in elementary school and is now stuck to him like gum.”

Did you just make that up?

Yeah.

Okay.

Moving on…

“What do you think,” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The muscles flexed under the white. Behind him, through the mirror, you could see his back side reflected.

Sculpted.

Fucking damn it.

If he was going to reject you couldn’t he have done it with pants on??

“I think…” but you couldn’t think. It was too much.

Too soon.

Too quickly.

You were on the edge of spilling the beans.

Teetering on a cliff and you couldn’t see the ground.

Was it ocean below?

You didn’t know.

You shook your head and forced yourself to look into his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Yoongles… I’m sorry,” you said.

His smug smile fell.

A small frown pulled at his lips and his shoulders slumped.

Yoongi had made a choice. He’d decided he was going to push.

He’d decided it was time to tell you.

This coming after he got a call fairly early in the morning about the car needing a part that wasn’t available and they wouldn’t be handing him Jisu that day.

Meaning… you guys were stuck together for another day.

In a motel.

Alone.

With nothing to do.

This was why he’d decided to wait for you in his boxers.

You’d made the first move and now it was his turn.

He’d hoped you would reciprocate.

But he had clearly been wrong.

It wasn’t that you were trying to seduce him.

No…

You had simply grown too comfortable with each other and your state of half dress had nothing to do with hidden feelings for him.

Well, he supposed that at least he hadn’t declared his love for you like he’d planned to do initially…

...as much as saying “Hey, I kind of wouldn’t mind going out with you”-

(this was a big deal because Yoongi avoided leaving his house at all costs… in all honesty, he hated road trips but you made it bearable and even a little fun)

- could be considered declaring his love for you.

He didn’t think he could handle the look of disgust on your cute face as he told you he had feelings for you.

Feelings…

What a joke.

Maybe this was for the best.

If you stayed friends, then it was probable that you guys would never stop talking to each other.

Another thing he couldn’t handle was losing you.

“It’s no fun if you just apologize, Squirt,” he said after a brief pause, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

You sighed.

He’d confirmed your worst fear.

He didn’t like you.

Not in the way you liked him.

And you’d made him uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to take it back and give you the wrong answer then? You know, for your pride?”

Yoongi sighed then chuckled.

“Would you? It would really make my day.”

You smiled up at your friend.

Like two pieces of a puzzle you had fallen back into your old dynamic.

It was almost like you guys weren’t standing half naked in front of each other.

“Anything to make your day, Yoongles.”

In a second, Yoongi had scooted you over. The other side of the bed was cold but you didn’t mind.

He slipped under the covers next to you.

He’d settled under them, his body faced towards you before he spoke again. A small smile on his soft baby lips.

“Is it weird that I’m starting to like when you call me ‘Yoongles’?”

You mirrored his position, putting a hand under your head. Your chest was slightly exposed, still covered by the sheets but he didn’t look down and you didn’t mind.

“No… is it weird I’m starting to like you calling me Squirt?”

“No,” he confirmed with a slight shrug.

A comfortable silence built up between you. Your eyes started to feel heavy.

Tentatively, Yoongi reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His soft touch made you fall further into the land of sleep.

When your breath had evened out, Yoongi tapped your nose then traced your slightly parted lips.

This road trip hadn’t gone how he wanted it to.

Not by a long shot.

But he couldn't say he was totally disappointed.

As you slept, he felt his own eyes begin to close. His eyelids were heavy.

He fell into the comfortable darkness not too long after you did.

You guys were friends.

And maybe, he just had to accept that.

Maybe it was for the best.

And maybe… just maybe… he could grow to be okay with it.

Some day.

Don’t hate me....

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Summary- Patton never had a soul bond. He thought he was okay with God's tumultuous plan for his life- until he met Remus.

Day 7 Intruality- A red thread only you can see connects you to your soulmate

There's a red string that joins you and your true love. You all know this. It's not some fairy tale. No matter the distance, you are connected by an unbreakable soulbond. The non-believers and sinners like to lie and say they have red strings too but I know God only gives them to the faithful, not the homose-

Patton switched off the radio, shutting down the emphatic pastor's voice. He couldn't comprehend how a God that creates invisible soulbonds to lead his children to their complement would punish those who hadn't found him yet. He had plenty of queer friends gush about finding their soulmate because of the red strings. Why would they lie about the fear they felt as children that they would hate the person on the other end, or that the other person would hate them for being queer?

Then again, Patton had no reason to complain. He never had a red string. And according to the lastest radio prophet, that meant he wasn't of the true faith.

There's no way that man knew what he was talking about. Patton had been a priest. He knew the Lord. But did the Lord claim him?

Patton sighed, eyes on the road. Most days he didn't feel broken or incomplete without a string, but Sundays usually did their best to bring him down. God had a plan for his life, apparently it just didn't involve a soulmate. He could be okay with that.

Until he met Remus.

The man was wild and loved to do fun things unplanned, especially if they were gross. He'd show up and drag Patton out to a public park to go on a hike in the pouring rain or bring over buckets of glitter and glue to make slime. He told crass jokes that made Patton blush and always found ways to cheer him up. Even on Sundays.

Patton loved his company and secretly feared the day Remus found his soulmate and left Patton behind.

He pulled the car into the apartment complex where Remus roomed with his brother Roman and Roman’s soulmate. Patton couldn't imagine how awkward that must get, but Remus loved the arrangement. He parked and was gathering his stuff from the back seat when he felt a presence behind him.

Patton blushed, already guessing what Remus was up to and was not surprised when he looked over his shoulder to find Remus mimicking anal behind him. Remus grinned at having been caught and wrapped Patton into a tight hug around the waist.

"Remus…" Patton gave his friend a withering half-smile.

"It's been too long, Daddy. I missed you!" Remus let Patton twist around to hug him back. Patton let his head rest on Remus' shoulder a moment before pulling back with a nearly genuine smile on his face.

"The correct term is 'Father' and you know I'm not ordained anymore, Rem," Patton reached behind his back and grabbed a bag that he held up to Remus, "how have you been? I brought you this."

It wasn't possible for Remus' eyes to gleam any brighter. He took a hand off of Patton's waist to take the gift but instead of opening it right away, he took a step back and gently grabbed Patton's hand.

"Hey, can we take a walk? RoLo kicked me out for the afternoon because they're being all squishy couple-y today. And I need to tell you something."

Patton couldn't stop the flash of fear in his eyes. So today was the day. His closest friend had found his soulmate and whatever kind of dynamic they had would have to change.

Remus saw the fear and winced, "no no it's not bad, Pattycake, come on let’s walk. I won't be able to explain it standing still." Remus bounced on his toes and swung Patton's hand back and forth almost as if to prove his point. Patton gulped and nodded, closing the car door and locking it behind him before letting Remus lead him off down the road.

They walked in uncharacteristic silence for a few minutes, still hand in hand. It felt like the Mariana Trench had opened between them, horrible dark secrets waiting to come to light.

That was pattonly ridiculous to think but nonetheless Patton could not stop worrying. Remus squeezed his hand tighter and led him down a path off the main road.

"Oh, I know where we're going."

"You remember? After two years I didn't think you would," Remus smiled warmly, leading him to a clearing by a large pond surrounded by trees.

"How could I forget that day?" Patton chuckled and shook his head, "I still don't know how you caught a goldfish with a condom."

"I am a man of many talents, few of them useful, " Remus led Patton to the edge of the pond where a blanket and picnic basket were set up.

Patton gasped, "Remus, what is this?"

Remus gestured for Patton to sit down, "Patton, I have a confession to make. Do you still take those?"

Patton chuckled, sat down on the blanket, and pulled Remus down with him.

"Okay, but only for you, kiddo."

"Did you seriously call all the parishioners that? Is that why they kicked you out?" Remus' grin faltered quickly as the joke was met with sad eyes filled with regret. "Damn it. Damn me, right? I'm sorry Patton. But I do have a bit of a confession to make," Remus took a deep breath and looked in Patton's expectant eyes, "I really… really want to make us official."

Patton blinked in surprise, "but, surely I'm not your soulmate. Aren't you waiting for them?"

Remus deflated but tried to keep the energy up, "I know I'm not your soulmate, Pat, but hear me out. I understand if you don't want to because I'm not your soulmate but what I had in mind was a bit different. I want you to be my queerplatonic partner, not a romantic partner."

"Queerplatonic? I've never heard of that before," Patton mused over the word. He'd always assumed romance and love with a soulmate was the most important kind of relationship the Lord had given humans, but the most important man in his life wanted something different. And specifically not a romantic relationship.

"Okay, confession number two. I don't have a soulmate. In fact, I'm aromantic. I've never had a red string and frankly at this point I never want one. But I still want to be your partner, just not in a romantic way. You mean the world to me, Patton. I know coming to terms with queer stuff hasn't been easy for you but, well, what do you say?" Remus looked hopefully at Patton who stared straight ahead at the water rippling in the light breeze.

"What… what does aromantic actually mean then? I suppose I was wrong to assume it meant 'without love'..." Patton's voice hitched. He looked over to Remus and smiled to reassure him.

"Not experiencing romantic attraction to others, like not wanting to date them or do romantic-y bull shit with them," Remus looked away, heart crumbling as his best friend continued to avoid the big question.

"Oh. Wow…" Patton took a deep breath, "Remus, I have my own confession to make," Remus looked back to Patton, intrigued, "I don't have a soulmate either. And though I've heard of the aromantic community before, I never realized that being aromantic did not mean being resigned to never loving someone else in a deep and fulfilling way. Queer platonic partners, is that similar to dating but without the romance?" Remus nodded silently, hope reblossoming in his chest, "I think I could like that. You are so important to me, Remus. I was terrified you were going to tell me you found your soulmate and had to leave me behind."

"I could never leave you behind, pops!" Remus cried, "just imagine the catholic guilt I'd have for abandoning you!"

Patton giggled and grabbed Remus' hand, "so, I guess… yes! I want to be your partner, Remus."

Remus grinned broadly and tackle hugged Patton. They both rolled off the blanket and ended up laying in the grass and laughing with joy.

Remus sat up suddenly, "did you hear that?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna catch that frog!"

"What??" Patton watched as Remus jumped up and dove straight into the pond, holding a hand up to shield his face as mud splashed everywhere around him.

Remus resurfaced, pulling himself out of the mud with his elbows because his hands were full with a giant bullfrog who looked perturbed at having been pulled from his spot.

Patton squealed with joy, "oh, let's name him Lilypad!"

Remus chuckled, "that sounds like Little Pat, I like it!" He set the frog down in the grass, futility wiping mud from his face and slicking his hair back out of his face while Patton tried to restrain himself from immediately poking the poor animal.

Remus laid spread out on the grass, drying in the sun while Patton grabbed a stick and blades of grass to play with Lillypadton (he liked the flow of that name better). They talked for hours and shared the snacks Remus had set up before Patton arrived. Remus opened the gift Patton had brought and was ecstatic, playing with the neon green tangle toy and admiring the hand-decorated picture frame.

Something welled up deep in Patton's heart, looking at his brand new partner. They weren't soulmates but he was confident the Lord wanted them to find each other and be together this way.

After a while, Patton stood and picked Lilypadton up, returning the frog to the edge of the pond while Remus gathered up the picnic in the blanket like a giant sack that he threw over his shoulder. Patton took his other hand with a smile and they walked back to the apartment.

Remus dropped the blanket by the front door and they could hear the tv playing in the living room.

"Roro, we're back! Y'all better be decent," Remus yelled from the kitchen as he washed the worst of the dried mud from his arms.

"Yeesh! Yes, you can come in," Roman shouted back from the living room. Patton peeked his head around the corner to see Roman and Logan cuddled on the couch watching Netflix. It looked dark and potentially gory so Patton slipped right back into the kitchen with Remus.

"Hey, Pat, I'm gonna go shower off. I've got mud up my ass and it's getting kinda nasty. Make yourself at home," Remus smiled and kissed his forehead. Patton blushed and nodded.

As Remus headed off to get cleaned up, Patton sat himself down in the kitchen, preferring to leave the others alone with their movie.

"Hello, Father," Patton looked up from his phone to Logan who was standing awkwardly next to him.

"You can just call me 'Patton', Lo. I actually prefer it…"

"My apologies. How are you?" Logan asked stiffly, shifting from foot to foot.

"I'm doing pretty well. Thank you for asking. How are you today?" Patton smiled, trying to put the other man at ease.

Logan adjusted his glasses, "I am doing adequately-"

"Lo, just get the drinks. Pat's fine," Roman called from the couch.

Logan bristled, "I apologize for his lack of manners. Do you want anything to drink?"

"No thanks. And thank you, I'm sorry for intruding on your movie date," Patton sighed.

Logan moved to the kitchen to get the drinks but kept glancing at Patton. Patton did his best to ignore the looks, praying Remus would finish up quickly.

Logan cleared his throat, "Patton, are you and Remus dating? He was acting weirder than usual before you got here today."

Patton blushed at the directness of the question, "not like you and Roman are," Patton wasn't sure how to explain it to the two soulmates- if Remus even wanted to tell them.

Roman had stopped watching the television and had his arms crossed over the back of the couch, "I told you, Lo, Remus doesn't have a soulmate. He was just excited to see Pat, nothing more to it."

"Roman, he had a whole picnic planned. That's hardly something you do for just a friend."

"Guys, I-"

"Patton is my Zucchini and you two are just jealous," Remus announced loudly from the hallway. All three turned to look at him and he grinned, "come on Pat, let's leave the lovebirds alone."

Patton jumped up, eager to get away from Logan and Roman’s questions and confusion. He was also more than a little curious about being called a 'zucchini'. He could hear Logan and Roman whispering as Remus led him off down the hall to the bedroom.

"What the hell is a zucchini?"

"I don't know, Roman. Just let it go. We can ask Remus to explain later."

Patton was grateful as the door shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the conversation. He turned to give Remus a quizzical look to find him wearing the tangle toy in his hair like a crown.

"That's adorable. What's a zucchini?" Patton grinned, genuinely this time.

"Ah, sorry. I probably should have asked you first. It's like an alternative to 'boyfriend' for queerplatonic partners. We can go by something else if you don't like it," Remus grinned, patting the bed next to him to offer Patton the seat.

Patton's eyes were shining as he sat down, "oh my goodness, that's adorable! I love it! So do you want to be called my zucchini too?"

"Ehh, Nah it doesn't sound right for me," Remus frowned, laying back on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

"Well," Patton swung his legs back and forth, "what about my squish?" He poked Remus in the stomach, causing a fit of giggles.

Remus sat back up and grinned at Patton, "that sounds perfect! You'll be my zucchini, I'll be your squish, and everyone else will be confused as hell!"

Patton leaned his head against Remus' shoulder, imagining the looks of confusion when they told others.

"Oh hey, I thought of something!" Remus bounced up from the bed and went straight to the closet, rummaging around for something which he quickly found, "since we don't have soulmates, let's make this official ourselves," he held up a variegated ball of blue and green yarn.

"Okay!" We'll have to untie it before I leave but that's such a sweet idea!" Patton couldn't help but think back to when friends on the playground would do something similar, using red yarn during games of pretend to mark their friends and crushes as "soulmates".

Remus cut a decent length of yarn and gently took Patton's hand in his. He tied one end of the yarn around Patton's wrist and held out his for Patton to do the same. Patton tied the other end of the yarn with a small bow and held Remus' hand in his, smiling at his squish.

Patton felt a mild itchy burning on his wrist and looked back down at the yarn. Remus looked too, pulling his hand away from Patton's. As they watched, the blue-green yarn sparked for a minute before returning to normal.

"Well that was odd," Patton was the first to speak.

Remus looked weirded out and tried to untie the bow but found that no matter how hard he pulled, the knot stayed tied. He grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and tried to cut the loop around his wrist but the yarn passed right through the blades without being severed.

Patton gasped and pulled the thread between them taut before taking another step back. The thread lengthened, magically longer than it had been cut. When he stepped closer it shrunk shorter, much like how other's had described their red threads acting.

"Does this mean-?" Patton asked quietly.

Remus grabbed Patton's hand and dragged him out to the living room, walking right between the couch and the television much to Roman’s displeasure.

Remus held up their bound together wrists, "can you guys see this?"

"You're holding hands and blocking the tv. Yes, we can see that," Roman grumbled at them.

"Is there something we should be seeing?" Logan asked with an edge of curiosity in his voice.

Patton held up the string, "you guys can't see the string?"

Roman and Logan shared a look and Roman answered, "I thought you didn't have a soul thread, Remus. We can't see any string. What's going on?"

Remus turned to Patton with a large happy smile, "we created our own soul bond!"

Logan sat forward immediately, "tell me exactly what happened. Don't leave out any details."

Roman sighed and paused the movie, a smile on his face seeing his brother happy. He had no clue what was going on but he could be happy for the pair and could forgive them for the intrusion.

Patton picked up Remus in a hug and twirled him around, tears of joy spilling down his cheek. They both sat down next to Logan and started explaining the thread and the sparks and the scissors. This led to Logan asking several questions about the nature of their relationship, with Roman interjecting with questions of his own.

When Patton left that evening to drive home, the string magically stretched with him over the miles. He thanked God for Remus and for blessing their unconventional relationship with confirmation they were meant to be together in the way that made sense to them.

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