#he's just. that friendly guy who is very unlucky

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Thank you everyone who voted on my poll here are the guys you earned <3

Tudo and Boy already existed as concepts (I knew Pills had a husband and son) but now they exist in visual concept as well

Tudo's face was based on Elis Regina, a singer who sang very famous versions of Belchior (Pills's faceclaim)'s songs. But I gave him a silly mustache so he doesn't look that much like her

Boy is like 16 or 17, he's like in high school. Shitty mustache aged boy.

Boy is adopted but not legally adopted, and Pills and Tudo are not legally married either

Vic's parents legally adopted Giz because Vic pretty much adopted them as a sibling after their first meeting

I am not 100% sure what Vic's parents do, but his mom works for the government (I originally thought politician but I think she might be a judge, or both) and his dad has like an import/export company

Colina was born on Tevus but his family is not tevusi, they're from Gulnu (another continent). I think he has double citizenship. His company operates mainly in Tevus and the country his family is from

Vic and his dad have acne scars because I think it's interesting and I never see ocs with acne scars

(speaking of, I had to draw those lines twice because they looked Bad as lineart and I couldn't just separate them from the lineart. lots of work)

uhhhh yeah I think that's all I have to say thanks for coming to my oc doodles and facts

[1-800-local-slut]

I so desperately need more liam smut 😫😫 literally searching the ends of the universe to find good liam content and i found your blog!

And idk if you write for Issac Lahey but if you feel up to it id love some Switch!Issac smut

Nasty Dog

Liam's never wanted something so bad, and things get a little nasty when you come over to watch a movie.

Liam Dunbar x Black! McCall! Reader

Warnings: smut, male masturbation, unprotected sex (guys please wear condoms) , Liam is a munch, Liam is pathetic over you like he literally drools at the sight of you

Note- Scott and the reader are cousins, so obviously you have a black parent. Black people can be any shade of black despite having a white parent! I'm always going to be a whore for any of Scott's friends being down bad for his sister, but I wanted to switch things up a little

Thank you for the request and I hope you like this enough to send another one <3

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Pathetic, Liam felt so pathetic. He felt his cheeks burning, not only from the shame but speed of which he was pumping his hand up and down his dick that also felt very hot.

He just met you. Not even an hour ago, it took 45 minutes and a game of Twister that he had to hide in the bathroom and attempt to make it fast. He had gotten lucky; Scott had gone to the airport to pick up your mom since you took the train in so he couldn't hear him pathetically humping his hand to the mental image he couldn't erase of you bending backwards with both feet firmly planted to put your left hand on red under Stiles's arm (who's heart sped up so fast when you jumped into his arms thrilled to see him again that Liam thought he was about to have a heart attack) and victoriously grin.

How else could you bend for Liam? It was close to the Supermoon, and lately Liam's anger was channeling into horniness. Your arrival literally could not have been at a worse time. His shirt shoved into his mouth; his abs flexed as his thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip and he bit back a loud growl.

Before the game of twister, they were all sitting around having some fruit punch and kid friendly drinks and you revealed you were a cheerleader for your school and Scott showed them this video of the two of you having an acrobatic little race across through your backyard last Summer. He was hard the minute he saw you in that swimsuit- holy shit the swimsuit.

His eyes squeezed shut as he recalled how you looked in that bikini in the video. Your tits bounced each time you came up right, your legs toned and entire body a darker brown than it is now due to the Summer Sun. His heart pounded through his chest, as he aimed into the toilet to save himself some decency. He was losing it. He was imagining you kissing him with those soft, plump lips. You, hugging him again but this time being completely naked. You, sitting on his dick and riding it like a rollercoaster. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

He came with a hardly contained growl, blood rushing through his ears as he felt like a bottle of champagne was just popped in his groin. In a good way. He, because he was ridiculously horny kept aggressively fucking his hand, whimpering from the overstimulation. He couldn't stop pumping himself until he went limp and felt the world start to revert to normal.

And after a very shameful washing of his hands, he checked his watch and saw he kept it to a very inconspicuous two minutes. His legs felt like jelly, and he willed his heart to slow down and rinsed cold water over his face praying the redness of his cheeks would fade fast enough. His legs felt like warm jelly, he bets you feel like warm jelly inside, and with shakey hands opened the door as he made his way back downstairs. It was probably his turn.

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Since becoming a werewolf, Liam had gained some animalistic tendencies. He found himself wanting to chase down squirrels who were unlucky enough to cross his path, scratched the back of his ears like his life depended on it, and the game of catch was far more thrilling now. Oh, and drooling. Whenever he gets excited now. According to Scott, this wasn't applicable to all werewolves because Scott has never had that problem.

But right now, Liam found himself excited at the fact that you two were locked in an intense make out session. Like a virgin Liam basically forgot how sex works for a second. You'd been here three weeks and each day was impossible for Liam.

And apparently, he'd done a number on you as well.

You whined on top of him, as you two parted for air and Liam wished you had just let him suffocate under the weight of your smooches. You pulled your shirt off and revealed your chest, and Liam didn't even try to stop himself. He tenderly placed both hands on the sides your boobs, running his thumbs over your covered nipples. His eyes went wide as he admired the delicate lacing on your bra, and he was starting to think that when you came over this was your plan all along. You let out a sensual moan, neck rolling and your body shuddered you let your eyes gently flutter shut.

Liam felt his mouth watering at the sight of you, you just looked so perfect. Part of him wanted to leave your bra on you. The color perfectly matching your skin and the dim lights of Liam's bedroom made you look like an angel, the TV on behind you two illuminating you with an angelic glow behind you. He felt shakey, his insides trembling.

What does he do next? It was like he'd never seen a girl before, the way he forgot what to do. Did he unhook your bra? Slide off your bottoms and then your underwear? Shit was he thinking too long?

Pressing a kiss to the top of one of your boobs, he felt how hot your skin was underneath his touch as he felt his legs twitch and his dick jump in his sweatpants. Speaking of; you slowly snaked your hand down his chest, and down his stomach. Fingers trailing over his happy trail before you slipped you hand into his boxers before you gently wrapped your hand around his cock.

His heart started jumping and he was so happy you couldn't hear the way his pace was picking up. He pressed kisses across your chest, sucking bruises into your chest passionately and with shakey hands he unlatched your bra. It was a cute sigh of relief as you felt your chest freed, eyes looking down at him with a look that Liam couldn't place but his suspicion was starting to feel right. You certainly had planned this.

He shook underneath you, as you planted kisses on his face and the two of you became an untangled mess of heavy breathing and rough kisses. Your nipples pressed against his chest, and he leaned backwards, hitting the headboard and the next time you two pulled apart it was his turn again. He pulled his shirt up and you helped him the rest of the way by basically ripping his shirt off him.

If he wanted to make out all night, he would continue his pattern of kissing you, but he'd be stupid to just make out with the topless girl sitting on top of him. Slowly, he started to prepare to do what he had too.

Liam enjoyed very much the strength of being a werewolf. It was helpful when it came to lifting you off of him and placing you down on the side of the bed. God, you were so perfect. Your pupils massive as you observed him with curiosity, while he got up and came around to the side, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss. Slowly, he worked his way down your body, and you were never slow on the uptake.

He slid down the biker shorts you wore that made your ass look like a pillow. He went down, his eyes pleased to see the matching underwear you wore. Totally planned it. Running his tongue over the lining of your underwear, he felt a surge of confidence and power when you shuddered, hands running through his hair like it was a life line.

His lips found your inner thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over the inside of your thighs as he licked you once more. Then he planted a kiss against your cunt, feeling how wet you were through the thin fabric. Your shaking legs would've been great if he couldn't feel the fear radiating off your body. Popping his head up to look at you he tilted his head up and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Is something wrong?"

"No!"

It was cute how desperate you were to continue. You were horny, you were. But something else seemed wrong. He laid his head on one of your soft thighs and looked up at you with pleading eyes. He couldn't in good consciousness go on with how he could sense you feeling.

"No one's ever...eaten me out."

And Liam's brain was rewired immediately. How? From the moment he met you, he wanted you to sit on his face and crush his skull open with your legs. He had to keep the perversions at bay for long enough not to scare you away.

"It's okay." He assured you running his thumbs over the flesh of your legs.

Pressing a kiss to your hip, while he slowly slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them somewhere behind him.

"I'll take care of you. Promise."

With that boyish charm that girls found it basically impossible to resist. You nodded and gave you this smile that made your heart flutter. Slowly he pushed your legs open, eyes never leaving yours and then looked down at you.

You were perfect down there. Wet and shiny, it was calling to him like a cool spring in the middle of the desert. He ran his tongue over your opening, and you let out a soft 'oh' with your head rolled back and you gripped his hair tightly. From there he couldn't just stop.

He started slowly, basically making out with your pussy in a way that had you moaning out soft cries. Perfect, just perfect. His strong arms lifted your legs, placing them over his shoulders, while he sucked on your clit and your legs began to shake around him.

Liam was a dog, in more ways than one. His hips rolling into the mattress like it was you. You were letting out moans that spurred him on while he flicked his tongue over your clit and your back arched for him. He couldn't help but slide his tongue inside of you, and you jumped at the intrusion. How did anyone resist the urge to do this to you? To have you, basically the most perfect woman he's ever seen, unraveling under their tongue.

To have you gasping and sweating as he flicked his tongue over your clit with legs squeezing tighter by the moment. He wanted to taste you cumming on his face and he would do so or die trying. He pulled your entire hips into his face. You began grinding your hips, one hand pulling his hair and the other gripping his bed sheets.

Hips jumping while he slurped on you. The noises and sounds coming from the two of you were filthy, he couldn't live without hearing those noises again. He gave one particular thrust into the bed that had him on the verge of cumming in his pants. Your hips started jumping, voice getting louder and louder, and you began aggressively riding his head.

You came with a loud cry of his name. He gave your thighs a squeeze while you locked your legs around his head while using him to ride out your orgasm. What a great way to suffocate.

Your eyes were shut until you came back down to Earth while you unlocked your legs and flopped backwards onto the bed. Fighting the urge to give himself a pat on the back, Liam licked his lips savoring the taste of you on his lips. He was throbbing in his pants, like his dick was about to explode.

Never, in all the years of his life, has Liam wanted something so badly. He cupped your sweaty face and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. His hands over your head while you grabbed his wrist and melted into his touch.

Slowly, he slipped out of his sweatpants and out of his boxers. He was leaking from his tip and he mentally started trying to remember something- anything- to keep him from ending the show early. You looked him in the eyes, like you were saying 'hurry up please'. Liam wasn't one to disappoint .

Making space in between your legs, he kept his gaze locked with yours. All at once he went inside of you and it was better than he had imagined. Better than the past three weeks he spent stalking your Instagram while scrolling through your summer pictures and ignoring the growing possession he felt when he saw you posing with a male friend while he spat on his hand and jerked off until he saw stars. For a few rounds, when he was finding porn stars who looked like you or sounded like you. Until one night he was shooting blanks and passed out for about ten seconds covered in his own mess. The shame he felt when he woke up didn't even matter because it all led up to this.

You were warm and tight, and already soaking him in your juices. You both let out a disgusting moan as he tried to get his bearings. He slowly started moving, setting a passionate pace as he let himself roll his hips into you with no self-restraint. Liam's drooling issue almost shot him in the foot there, and he ducked his face in between your boobs as he let out a low groan. He felt you let go of his wrist, and pulling his face up from your chest.

You held eye contact with him, your eyes revealing just how badly you'd been wanting this. How badly you wanted to feel him twitching against you while he tried to keep himself from giving you a creampie. You kissed him, tongues roaming eachothers mouths and while picked up the pace. Your boobs jumped, underneath him while his abs pressed against the smooth skin of your stomach. He hit a spot, that had you break apart to let out a high-pitched moan.

Righttt there. That's where he needed to be. You stared into his eyes, biting one of your lips on instinct while trembling. He pushed himself up, to end this little body roll thing he had been doing into you. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, as if you couldn't stand to not be touching him and Liam felt his heart warm a little at how clingy you were to him.

He set a rougher pace, he needed to see your boobs moving up and down. He needed to see you unravel, to hear you plead for more. You began letting out high pitched moans, and your legs wrapped around his hips. He was hypnotized. The way you sounded, looked, felt, smelt, you were driving him crazy and didn't even know it. He slammed into you like it was his last day on Earth.

He kept going, the way you were basically begging him too with your eyes shut. You looked amazing. He couldn't help but to reach down and hold you softly by the neck and leaning down. Truthfully, he was about to explode, and he had to still his hips for a second. And he wanted another kiss. Eventually, he resumed his strong thrusts and pressed his thumb to your clit.

He was amazed when he looked down, looking at the way cream of liquid you left around the base of his cock. He began moving his thumb and for a moment you stopped breathing. It was like all the air got sucked out of your lungs as your voice climbed in volume. He was so thankful his mother and step-dad were out for the night because then he'd have to have a very uncomfortable conversation.

The headboard slammed into the wall. Liam was on a mission; he was hell bent. He needed to cum with you. And he was just about to get what he wanted. You let out small whimpers, whispering between gasps and moans that you were about to cum. He couldn't even force himself to stop for a second to delay his own orgasm, he felt it rushing through him like water. You gripped the hand he was holding your face with and jumped off the mattress as you squeezed him tightly while gushing around his base.

He came so hard his entire body tensed up. He did mean to pull-out, but his impulse control wasn't always the strongest. As he slowed his hips down, you two slowed your breathing. It was like he just ran a marathon and got a runners high. Perfect. That was perfect, you were perfect.

Slowly he pulled out of you, watching a stream of his cum leaking out of you. Damn, he was already ready for round two.

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Elevator | 01

pairing: jihoon x fem!reader genre: angst, soulmate word count: 10k sumary: in a world where soulmates exists, jihoon is faced with difficult decisions

part one | part two (final)

A curse left your lips as you struggled to put your shoes on. You were already late as it was and you still added to that when you chose to wear heels.

You loved everything about your apartment, though it was small, you saw it as a place you could turn into a home — your home. Well, you loved everything about it except for the elevator. It was old and you were always afraid that it might get stuck while someone was inside, you just wished that it would never be you in there.

But you were always unlucky or perhaps you just simply didn't pay much attention to all the signs around you. 

Sign number one: the blind date on game night, at a game bar — you never minded games, to be honest, thanks to your brother, you were fond of them, but a date at a game bar should make all the little alarm bells inside your head ring; 

Sign number two: your day was kind of terrible, somehow you managed to completely ruin an entire batch of cookies, a cake, and the bonbons; 

Sign number three: happened because of sign number two, you were late so you barely had time to shower, put on some much-needed makeup and pick out a nice dress. And because of all that you took the elevator down. It was always your choice, a smart one, to take the stairs and you were on the seventh floor but even so, it didn't matter that much to you. But when you opened the door to your apartment you saw the elevator with its doors open as if it were waiting for you, the man inside held the doors open. He smiled at you as you walked inside and you thanked him with a nod.

It could have ended there, the elevator could have gone all the way down and you only ever see that man on a random meet in the hallway. But that would have been too easy and your life just wasn't that simple.

Somewhere between the third and the second floors, the elevator got stuck and you nearly cried. You weren't afraid of elevators, that wasn't the case, but you were late and you hated that. Sure, you were only going to watch a game but even so, what would the guy think of you? If you were in his shoes you would probably be very angry. Or maybe he could be one of those people who were always late — if that was the case the night was going to be a lot easier.

“I can't believe this," the guy said.

You looked at him. For a few seconds, you forgot that he was there with you. You blinked a couple of times as your eyes stayed on him for longer than necessary. He was beautiful. You never thought of a man beautiful in your life but he was. It was even hard to describe just how beautiful he was, tall and lean — maybe not that tall but he was taller than you — with friendly eyes, that didn't look all that friendly while he stared at the broken emergency button.

“Are you late too?” you asked.

You watched as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door.

“Yeah, I'm always late but today shouldn't be one of those days" 

And his voice… his voice was something else too, it was like honey. 

“Can't you, I don't know, open the door? Maybe we are lucky enough to be close to one of the floors" 

You knew that you weren't, was sure of it. 

“Do I look like Captain America to you?”

His tone was sharp, much more than he intended so. He didn't mean to be rude, he was just angry. If he was late again then it would be the fourth time in the same week and that couldn't happen again.

“Well, find yourself a comfortable seat because we're not getting out of here anytime soon" 

He looked at you, not expecting that. He was sure that you would snap back at him, maybe even curse a little, but you just overlooked it like nothing at all had happened.

“I'm sorry, I…”

“The only people who actually use this elevator is that huge family on the fifth floor, I can't remember their names, but I saw them leave about an hour ago” You pulled your phone from inside your purse and sighed as you looked at the screen “There's no signal either”

You completely ignored his attempt to apologize, just because he was good-looking didn't mean that he had a right to act like an idiot just for the sake of it. You were late too, you told him that. Both of you were shit out of luck but he didn't have to be rude about it. 

Sure, maybe your question was stupid and you may have watched one too many movies but people were weird and could do all sorts of unexpected things.

Looking around, you sat down on the floor on the other of the elevator and closed your eyes. You weren't afraid of elevators or to be in a small place but you hated the idea of being stuck somewhere without windows. As long as you could see some sort of light, whether it was day or night, you were okay. There was very little chance of something happening, you knew that. The thing was just stuck, as it did sometimes, soon enough someone would have to find you. It was going to be either Mr. Kang, the doorman, or your friend looking for you. Either one of them would be fine, as long as they didn't take too long

“Are you okay?” the man asked you.

He watched as you closed your eyes and started to tap on your thighs a random song or maybe it wasn't a song it was just something you did. You started to hum too and he was fascinated by it, by you. 

When he saw you running from your apartment, fumbling with your keys while cursing he couldn't help but smile. He had seen you before a couple of times while you were getting your mail or when you were running out of the building in the morning. Whenever he saw you, he always thought you were pretty but seeing you this close he was sure of it. He had never seen anyone quite like you.

“Someone is waiting for me and I'm late" 

You hated that you sounded like a little girl, like someone who complained all the time. That wasn't you, at all, but it was a date, the first one you've had in the longest time. What would he think when you finally got to the bar? Would he believe that you got stuck in the elevator or would he take you for a liar? You couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he was. If he was one of those people who didn't care much when others were late or if he could get pissed off enough to get up and leave.

“I'm late too if that makes you feel any better" 

You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“It doesn't, but thanks" 

Almost an hour went by and you were starting to lose your mind. You changed positions from sitting to standing to walking until the man finally told you to stop. It probably wasn't a good idea to walk from side to side on something that wasn't working all that well, to begin with.

“Does your phone have signal?” you asked him.

He too had taken a seat but unlike you, he stayed seated, his head resting against the metal wall. He didn't bother to answer you, whatever he had to offer was the same as yours: nothing. 

There was no way you were getting out of that situation any time soon. The emergency button was broken, and you were certain that you were still somewhere in between the third and second floors, no one in their sane mind would ride that elevator so there was no one to rescue you.

You sighed and took a glance at the man by your side. It was going to be a long night.

With a sigh you pushed the door to the bakery open, the little bell on top of it being the only sound in the saloon before your footsteps echoed through the half-empty room.

It had been one long night indeed. It was only three hours later when someone finally noticed the elevator and you were finally free to go on your date. Except for the fact that there was no longer a date. Doyoung had gotten tired of waiting and left. There were three missed texts and one call, the last one quite angry if you were allowed to say so. And on top of that, he wasn't willing to answer you, though you were sure that he had seen your texts.

His silence was all you needed to know that it was simply another failed attempt at a relationship. And to be completely honest you were beyond tired of all those hits and missed tries. You had other things to worry about like not letting the store go under, or the ridiculously huge loan you took to pay for Chan's college, to worry about whether or not a guy was interested in more than one date.

Though for you the answer was quite simple, it wasn't the same for Yumi. No words needed to be exchanged for you to know that she was going to go ballistic on you the second you walked in, her eyes said it all.

"Did you really have to stand him up?" she all but screamed.

It was too early for all that screaming. You had spent most of the night awake after the failed date. Not thinking about Doyoung and what you could have done better but working on a new recipe of bonbons - the same one you messed up the day before because you had been on edge the entire day.

"It wasn't intentional" you defended yourself weakly.

There was nothing that you could say to make Yumi calm down. Once she started, it was just easier to let her do all the crazy rants, until she finally got bored and moved on.

"So what? Did you lose track of time while working on something?" she pointed at the small container in your hands.

"This is why I didn't sleep, the date happened before that" you placed everything on your hands on the nearest table and went back to close the door "I got stuck on that damn elevator for three hours"

You sat down. All you needed was a few minutes to rest your arms that burned because of the weight of the containers. And it would lessen the likelihood of Yumi tackling you down.

"Why would you do that? It's a death trap" she all but whined.

It was funny how your friend was always that much more invested in your love life than yourself. She had her own, a very busy one at that, and yet yours seemed more interesting than hers.

"I'm sorry for not wanting to go down seven floors on heels" you rolled your eyes.

"You did try putting in some effort" Yumi was almost amazed by you.

Just because you weren't actively searching for a boyfriend, it didn't mean you would go out of your way to make sure that it wouldn't work. Doyoung seemed nice enough for you to want to go on a second date with him. Even through texts, he was a decent enough person but maybe all of it could have been just a good cover-up for him to get in your pants.

You shook your head, pushing all thoughts of him away from your mind. If he wasn't willing to also pull in the effort then you certainly wouldn't be the one to do it for him. You had batches of cookies and cupcakes waiting to be made, cakes and pies that needed to be finished and delivered before lunchtime rolled around.

"Wait!" Yumi said from behind you just as you were about to cross the kitchen door "What happened to your mark?"

You turned to her, ready to ask what the hell she was talking about when you remembered the mark on your back, just below your left shoulder. 

The soulmate mark.

Yours was so well hidden, at least from your own eyes, that it was easy to forget that it even existed. It was a simple snowflake, painted in bright electric blue. The first time you noticed it you were eleven, it was the same day tears ran down your eyes even though you had no reason to cry.

That day your mother told you about the soulmate bond, about the way it worked. Like any eleven-year-old, you got excited about the idea, the thought that there was someone in the world that was perfect just for you. It felt just like the fairytales your parents used to read to you. You remember your mom saying yours is just a little different.

Every soulmate couple shares a trace besides the mark, something that keeps them connected until the day they meet. For many, it was something simple such as hair colors, or physical pain. Yours was tears. Whenever your soulmate cried you did too, didn't matter what you were doing, where you were, and who you were with. If the other person cried, you cried too and you guessed it had the same effect on them.

"It is in the place it was yesterday" 

You walked through the door and onto the kitchen with quick steps, your hands moving automatically as you reached for the apron and tighten it around your neck.

"No, it's not" 

She held your arms down from behind and suddenly shoved her phone on your face, showing you your bare shoulder. Looking at the picture there was no way anyone could tell that there was ever a mark there.

It was said that the moment your mark fades is the moment you meet the one you are supposed to spend your entire life with when you first look into each other's eyes. And conveniently, yours wasn't in place anymore.

"The elevator guy," you said more to yourself than to Yumi.

"What elevator guy?"

You resumed to what you were doing before, taking the ingredients you put aside the night before to make everything go faster the next day. 

"I wasn't alone in the elevator yesterday, there was a guy with me"

"How can you stay so calm right now? You found him, the one"

Sometimes it was very easy to forget that Yumi went on all those dates, and met so many different guys, in hopes to find her soulmate at any moment. During your life, wherever you went, you met people like her. People who were captivated by the idea of soulmates, who fully embraced the concept and were willing to risk everything in the world for that one person.

You weren't scared to admit that for years of your life, you thought the same, up until the second year of college when you realized something that changed your entire perspective of the soulmate bond. The fact that your parents weren't soulmates but still lived happily together, gave birth to you and Chan, made you question the importance of the soulmate bond.

"We live in the same building, I'll see him at some point"

Jihoon had seen his mark fade from his arm. His mark was just under his watch, on his inner wrist. He watched as the bright blue snowflake gave place to the light skin and the faint green of his veins. He didn't expect it. It was so surprising that he didn't say anything to you. He quietly tried to look at your wrists, trying to see if either of them were still marked, but your wrists were empty and there was not a single drop of surprise in your face. 

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Should he just come clean about it and tell you? Wait for a better moment? But would there ever be a better moment for that? Even though he had all of those questions floating around his mind, Jihoon stayed quiet. 

He simply watched as you finally sat down opposite him, going through your purse until you finally pulled out a small notebook and a pen. You stayed there for those three hours looking at the paper in your hands, biting on the pen. Sometimes you would look at him, shyly, and if you caught him looking back at you, you would just turn your face quickly. That's why he pretended to be busy with his phone, but the truth was that he was simply staring at his home screen.

In his family soulmates were a big deal, not just something that existed and people could simply move on from it. There had never been someone that ignored their soulmate, acted as if they didn't exist and yet there he was, doing exactly the opposite of what he was taught throughout his entire life.

Since Jihoon was a kid he wanted to meet them, meet you. It came as a surprise to everyone in his family when it was found that his connection with you was through tears. He always worried about you through the years. You had never been one to cry a lot - if anything he was the one doing all the crying - so whenever you did let your tears fall he wondered what had happened to make you cry. He always wished that it were happy tears but he knew just how cruel the world could be, so that was wishful thinking on his part.

He wasn't about to be a hypocrite and say that he sometimes wished that his connection with you was more common, like pain or hair colors. It was much easier for people to see and accept it. With tears, it was just more complicated. How was he supposed to explain to his friends, in the middle of a party, that the tear in his eyes belonged to his soulmate and not because of how much he had to drink? But he never gave it much thought, his connection with you was that and he couldn't do anything about it except accept it.

"You've been looking at your hand for the last ten minutes," Soonyoung said from the other side of the table.

For a second Jihoon had completely forgotten where he was and what he was doing. Lunch, he was having lunch at the hospital cafeteria with Soonyoung. It was the first meal he had after eight hours on ER duty and he couldn't say that he was exactly hungry. He could go all 12 hours of his shift without eating, it wasn't a problem for him in the least.

"My mark is gone"

Making the fuss Jihoon had already expected, Soonyoung reached for his hand, pushing his sleeve back and looking at the now clean skin of his arm.

It was so weird to see it like that. He liked the design of the mark, the colors of it, like how if one looked closely at it would see the many intrinsic characteristics. His mom used to say that those were stories of past lives, each tiny nuance was something he did during his past life with the one he was supposed to love now. And his mark was filled with them. So if his mother was right that meant that his past lives were quite eventful. 

Jihoon loved hearing those stories as a child. Even as a teenager, he would bail on his friends so he could stay at home and just listen to his parents talk about the bond. They had never treated the bond as just something else in life, they treated it as the sole reason as to why humans even existed.

And he believed in that too. Jihoon wished and yearned for you. Everything he ever did and thought would lead him to that moment. Now that it was here though, that it finally happened, he was frozen in his spot. The reality of his life knocked on his door and reminded him that things were not as easy as they seemed.

"Dude, what the fuck? When did this happen?"

"Lower your voice" he murmured, pulling his hand back and pushing Soonyoung away.

Soonyoung was suddenly aware of his surroundings, his eyes going around the cafeteria for a second just to notice that no one was looking at him — hospitals tend to get quieter during the night.

"That's huge, right? It's gone so that means you've met them, yes?"

Jihoon shook his head. Yes, it was huge and yes, he had met you, but things were no longer as simple as they once were. Teenager Jihoon saw life as this huge rainbow of colors, as if everything single thing in the world, even the ones that don't seem all that realistic, were possible. Now, as a grown man, he saw life as it was, still colorful but much harder to tackle.

"Why don't you look happy about this? I've known you forever, and you've always wanted this but now you're looking all sad"

Just a second after the words left his mouth, Soonyoung understood what was wrong in that situation. All he needed as confirmation was the look on Jihoon’s face,

For the past few years, two and a half to be more precise, Jihoon had been in a relationship, one he cherished the most. During his college years, he did go out, met girls, and even dated a couple of them but he had never been really serious about any of them. He knew that there would always have been a moment when both of them would move on and follow their paths. He never bothered to get attached to them. 

To say that he was saving himself for the moment when he met you would be too much. He was no saint but he also didn’t want to make promises that he wouldn’t be able to keep. Staying with someone when he knew that his soulmate was still out there, that he was still young and there was a large possibility of meeting you in the future made him more wary of relationships. 

And yet there he was, again, going against everything he ever believed in. Mina needed him, in ways that someone never needed him before. Jihoon then saw everything go downhill and now he was in a situation he never thought that he would have to face.

“Who is it?”

That was one question Jihoon had been asking himself for a week. Who were you? He became more alert to his surroundings while at home. In the quietness of his apartment, he kept his ears open, the volume of his tv was very low, so he could hear any sound coming from the hallway outside. He promised himself that the next time he saw you he would tell you everything, even if your reaction was bound to be bad.

There was no other way things would work out. You would have probably noticed that your mark had disappeared – one wouldn’t let something so huge go unnoticed – and you still failed to contact him. Jihoon knew that you weren’t simply a visitor to the building but even so, there had been no contact from your end.

“A girl who lives next door to me”

“You mean bakery girl?”

Jihoon watched in shock as Soonyoung pulled his phone from his pocket, touching the screen a few times before showing it to him and sure enough there you were. You looked at the camera and smiled happily, a huge cake in your hands. He pulled the phone from Soonyoung's hands, scrolling down through the feed of pictures. It was mostly of cakes and delicatessen pastries but your face was present now and then.

"What's stopping you then?"

The second the words left Soonyoung's mouth, he knew the answer.

He had known her his entire life, growing up he, Mina, and Soonyoung were inseparable. A trio that everyone knew, wherever they went. The three best friends did everything together, that remained close even when one of them found their soulmate. And then everything went to hell.

"So, you're gonna pretend this never happened for Mina?" 

Jihoon shook his head, Soonyoung didn't understand it, no one did. It was more complicated than that. More than anything they were talking about someone who went through hell and back. He couldn't be the one to put her through that again.

"Mina had her chance, you know that, and now you have yours. She's literally two blocks away from here. I know you probably think I'm being mean, that I don't care at all about Mina. I do care about her. She is like my little sister and you're like my brother so I can't stand to watch you do this, especially because of the way you were raised"

For days you managed to dodge it, completely avoiding the idea of elevator guy. But you could only go so far in avoiding Yumi, or perhaps the correct way to say is that one could ever avoid Yumi. She was by your side from the second you opened the bakery to the moment you turn off the lights and, sometimes, even at your place. She was unavoidable. And some days she was a complete pain in the ass. 

Like that one Friday night when you closed the store a little earlier than usual because you had completely sold out - a fact that you weren't sad at all about. Yumi went home with you then, saying that the two of you should celebrate such a good day. Though her idea of celebrating included going clubbing and meeting guys, she settled down for pizza, beers, and Netflix. 

It was only when you walked inside your building that you thought that it hadn't been a good idea at all to take her home with you. It would have been much easier to go to her place - it was also that much closer to work than yours.

Yumi gave you a devilish smirk as she walked straight by you and stopped in front of Mr. Kang, the lovely doorman of your building. 

"Hi, Mr. Kang" she used her sweetest voice, not that she needed it because the older man was the kindest person in the world and she didn't have at all to sweet talk him "How are you?"

"Well, hello Miss Yumi. It's been a while since I saw you"

She crossed her arms over the counter that separated Mr. Kang from the rest of the reception area and leaned towards him.

"y/n is mean, she doesn't invite me over anymore" you rolled your eyes at that. Yumi never needed any sort of invitation to make herself at home "I'm looking for someone, maybe you could help me?"

The old man nodded, his eyes almost shining. You always forgot how much he liked talking to people. Once, when you gave him a few cupcakes he talked to you. Mr. Kang told you that he loved his job because it meant that he got to talk to people and do something for them. After his wife passed away and his daughter moved to another city, he felt alone. Being a doorman made sure that he always had people around, and that he always got to talk to someone even though people were sometimes awful. 

It was sad. 

"The other day y/n here got stuck in the elevator with someone and he forgot his coat inside. We wanted to return it and also give him some sweets, for keeping it for so long" she tapped lightly on the box you were carrying. 

"Ah, Jihoon. You're lucky, he's home tonight. Apartment number 708, at the end of the hallway"

You held back the urge to groan at Mr. Kang's words. Elevator guy, now known as Jihoon, shouldn't be home at all. He should have moved somewhere else, or maybe he could be there just passing by to visit a friend and just happened to get stuck in the elevator with you.

During the entire week, Yumi asked why you weren't eager to meet him, your soulmate. And if you were allowed to say the truth, you weren't sure either. Maybe because your parents weren't soulmates and still found happiness in each other was one of the reasons. Or maybe it was because you never really cared about it. There was a little voice in the back of your mind, though. Saying all the things you never allowed yourself to think about, fears you did your best to pretend didn't at all exist.

It was a known fact that kids from parents that weren't soulmates had a hard time finding their own and when they finally did, they were rejected. What if Jihoon rejected you because of that? Because of something that you didn't take any part in. 

You didn't resent your parents, not in the least. They were amazing and you were the happiest a child could be. It was beyond imaginable the fact that people would look down on you because of it.

Yumi thanked Mr. Kang for his help and pulled you towards the now perfectly functional elevator. She was chatting away, happy that got to see Jihoon again - or rather, happy that you would finally meet him. The box in your hands made it hard for her to see that you were shaking, the weight of it made your arms feel stiffer. Though visibly you looked fine, bored even, on the inside you weren't. You felt as if your limbs were made of jelly, shaking at the slightest pressure.

"Go and knock on his door and introduce yourself. It's going to be alright. Remember: the stars chose you two, so it can't be wrong" your friend said by your side.

How were you already at his door? The elevator went up so fast, you thought, you didn't even realize you got in. You had so many questions floating around in your mind through the week, all the things you could say to him. It all had been carefully planned but suddenly your mind was silent. 

Before you could stop yourself, your feet were already retreating and you shook your head. You didn't want it, not at all. 

"Don't make me act like a teenager, knock on his door and run away"

She took the box from your hands and pushed you forward. She gave you thumbs-up and a smile before disappearing through the door of your apartment. You took one last breath before finally tapping on his door lightly. Maybe, if you barely knocked on it then he wouldn't hear it, maybe his TV was loud enough that the sound could just blend in and disappear.

But such luck didn't exist. Barely a second later the door was pulled open. If you were to say that you had forgotten what he looked like it would be a lie. His face had been on your mind constantly. As if you were holding onto it for dear life - as if the image of him was the only thing keeping you sane. 

What drew your attention to him first were his eyes. Brown eyes, hazel almost depending on the way they were hit by the light. That day in the elevator they were angry, hateful even. You took it, his anger, as if it was directed at you. It made no sense, you knew that. You were in that situation as much as he was, him being angry at you was pointless.

"Hi," you awkwardly said.

Were you always like that? You didn't think so, couldn't even remember a single moment you acted that way. Your dad always told you that you should hold yourself up, head high no matter what. Don't ever lower your head, especially if you did nothing wrong. 

Being there wasn't wrong, you reassured yourself. You were simply following procedure. When one finds their soulmate they contact each other, get to know each other, and see where it leads them.

"This is going to sound weird but…"

"We are soulmates" he finished it for you.

His voice, Jihoon's voice, was like nothing you ever heard before. It ran through your body like warm waves. You had never heard it before, before that day a week earlier, but everything inside you made you believe that you had already. The way your body reacted to it wasn't like anything that happened to you before.

"Yes" you wished you had a coat on so you'd have a place to hide your hands "I'm not exactly sure how to do this"

He nodded at you before stepping aside and letting you in. Your shoulder brushed his and it was like you had flames inside your body. 

Just what was happening to you?

Jihoon's place, much like you expected, was neat. It was painted in a light shade of grey with points of light scattered all over. You didn't know him, not at all despite the way you reacted to him, but that apartment screamed him, somehow.

"There's no easy or right way to say this, so I'll just be blunt about it" Jihoon closed his eyes for a second and when he finally opened them he looked anywhere but you "I have a girlfriend and I don't intend to end our relationship, even for my soulmate"

Jihoon wondered if you felt the same pang in the stomach he did. Your face was devoid of any emotion. The awkwardness and fear that were as clear as day just a second before, were now replaced with a carefully built mask. He could only hope that his face looked the same way, that he could seem as unbothered as you.

But his throat was almost closed up, the words were bitter on his tongue, the back of his neck on fire. Everything inside him was telling him to make a detour from his original plan. He deserved his happiness too. But he couldn't, the moment he opened his mouth to say something else, nothing came out. He wasn't that kind of guy, who would simply walk away from someone who had been by his side during his entire life.

"I'm sorry" was everything you said.

You didn't leave though, which Jihoon took as a good sign. If you weren't rushing to leave then maybe he hadn't completely messed up. 

"It's no one's fault" he tried to reassure you "Somewhat weird but still…"

He wasn't even sure what he was saying anymore. Perhaps he should keep quiet and wait for you but talking when he was nervous or uncomfortable in some way or another was what he always did.

"I should go, right? Not make this any worse than it has to be"

You were already at the door when he noticed that you had moved. Had he been so lost in his mind that he didn't notice you?

Jihoon knew that it was for the best. If he kept his distance from you then he wouldn't feel it as much. He remembered his mom telling him that once the souls meet and spend time together it's hard for them to part ways, to the extent that it became physically draining for both sides. If he could just let you go, completely like you seemed willing to go, then it would be much easier. But he simply couldn't. 

Unpredictability, you were right in front of him when it didn't even cross his mind that you could be the one he wanted to meet for most of his life. The quiet neighbor, whose house always smelled of something sweet, was his soulmate. How could he possibly let you go?

"Maybe… we could try being friends? I know it's not ideal, but no one ever said that just because we are soulmates we have to be in a romantic relationship. Staying close to each other might be enough"

You never hated the word friends so much before. When you knocked on Jihoon's door, you were certain that he would reject you, entirely. It never crossed your mind that he would ask to be friends with you.

It was easy to figure out that someone like him was in a relationship. Most people were in one until they met their soulmate. You didn't expect him to come running towards you like everything that happened before you didn't exist at all. But a friend was a little more than what you could handle.

Truth be told, you didn't know what you could handle. Life had given you a hard time at every corner but, somehow, you always managed to take a step forward. Your life wasn't just about you. Chan was a big part of it and he was one of the reasons that made you get up every morning. 

That's why you tried to push everything that happened Friday night away and just focus on what you had to do. Everything that still needed to be prepared. 

Out of the blue, you received a huge order of cupcakes, bonbons, and a cake for a sweet sixteen party. It was probably someone who had hired a different bakery but wasn't going to get their order in time and needed to find someone else.

You stayed the entire day tucked away in the kitchen and the night before as well. You were certain that your arms were going to fall off at some point. 

"Hey, Soonyoung is outside," Yumi said from the door.

The kitchen had been labeled as a danger zone, like your friend liked to say - apparently you went into "assassin mode" when stressed out. She had gone inside only a handful of times to get an order. It was a surprise to have her come in and talk to you.

"I can't right now" you murmured. 

Okay, another batch, and we’re all done, you thought as you finished a cupcake. 

"You need a break. He's with a friend that also wants to see you"

You groaned and almost cried. The only thing that kept you sane for the last 32 hours you had been inside the kitchen was the thought that with each passing second, you were closer to finishing it. What you wanted the most was to go home, lay down on your bed and maybe call Chan if you could talk by the end of the day.

Make no mistake, you liked Soonyoung, he was funny. Never before you had been around him without laughing your ass off. But at the moment you couldn't afford to be away from the kitchen.

Yet, despite knowing all of that, you didn't try to stop Yumi when she pulled you by the hand. As expected the store was empty, except for the table Soonyoung and his friend were sitting. 

"Miss bakery!"

Soonyoung gave you his usual bright smile at the same time his friend turned to look at you. You wished you could just go back to hiding in the kitchen. Jihoon was the one sitting opposite Soonyoung. You became aware that you had dried icing on your arms, and probably on your hair too, which looked like death due to way too many hours unattended. And God forbid you to think about how your face looked running on no sleep for over 36 hours.

In what universe could you have imagined that Soonyoung and Jihoon were friends? You knew nothing about Jihoon. After he requested to be friends, you solemnly ignored him. When you crossed paths with him, once in the last two weeks, you only acknowledged his presence with a silent smile, exchanging a few glances.

"Someone hasn't been sleeping," he said in a disapproving tone.

"Or eating" Yumi completed.

The look on Soonyoung's face changed entirely and the friendly smile he had on just a second earlier was replaced by a frown.

"We've talked about this, haven't we?" 

It was almost funny to hear him speak that way so seriously. It was easy to forget that behind the cheerful Soonyoung you've gotten to know since you opened the store, was a doctor who was really good at his job.

“Look, it’s been a long day, and as much as I want to stay here and chat with you three I still have to finish it off in the kitchen”

The truth was, you were only trying to avoid Jihoon. 

Since you met him, Soonyoung had always provided you with a good laugh, doing a great job of taking your mind off whatever was stressing you out by sharing stories about his adventures while working on ER. Though you were certain that he said most of it to just boost his ego you were glad for the distraction. But, having Jihoon by his side, having to sit near him and pretend that nothing had happened was a little too much for you – especially in your current state.

You could still feel the bitter taste in your mouth when you walked inside your apartment. The rejection, delivered like a punch to your stomach, left you wanting nothing more than to crawl under your covers and sleep for a few hours until it was time to get ready for work again or maybe skip it altogether.

For years you promised yourself that you would never let someone do that to you, no one would make you feel like you weren’t worthy. But there you were, contemplating the idea of not going to work completely because of something some random guy did. Not completely random - my soulmate, you corrected yourself.

With a nod and a wave of your hand, you rushed back into the kitchen. Your heart beating like crazy inside your chest, your breathing suddenly becoming hard, and your body shaking from the inside out. 

Taking a deep breath, you leaned against the sink, trying to steady yourself. All you wanted to do was go home and get some rest, and sleep for a few hours. Even though you only had one more batch to finish you still had to clean up. You couldn't go home and leave all that mess behind.

When you felt like your hands weren't shaking as badly, you reached for the icing bag. Thirty more and you were done, cleaning was the easy part.

You were on the last cupcake when the kitchen door opened again. This time you didn't turn around, sure that it was Yumi trying to get you to go home. With a loud sigh, you turned to her, cupcake now finished.

"I'm done, I just need to clean up"

However, it wasn't Yumi in the kitchen though. In front of you stood Jihoon, his arms lightly crossed over his chest. It seemed like he felt the same way as you, judging by the look on his face. His icy eyes, which always made you wonder if he was okay, widened slightly as he stared at you. His bottom lip stuck in between his teeth as he worked the courage to say something. 

"I'll help you clean up" you shook your head but he was already pulling the extra apron from the hook behind the door and putting it on, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt "I'll wash the dishes since I don't know where you keep things"

His tone left no room for discussion. Jihoon walked past you, straight to the sink, already working on it while you stood in the same place you were when he walked in. You didn't understand why he was there, why he was insisting to help you. It wasn't that hard to understand the whole friendship thing but this was different. 

When you left his apartment that day, you were sure that he only said that being friends crap to keep you at bay. Maybe he only said that because he was afraid you'd make a scene whenever you saw him with his girlfriend. He didn't know you so if he thought that then it was okay to some extent, he just didn't have to go so far to make sure you would keep quiet.

Even so, you accepted his help. While he did the dishes you put the materials away, boxing everything for delivery the next day. You worked on silence, neither one of you dared to say a single word to the other.

It was way past midnight when you walked out, locking the door behind you.

"Thank you for helping, you didn't have to though," you said to him.

He just shook his head at you and started to walk, while you stood still, fumbling with your phone to get a taxi or an Uber, whichever was faster.

"y/n?" Jihoon's voice was gentle, a little above a whisper. You hated how fast you reacted to him, the second he said your name, before the word was even completely out of his mouth, you were already looking at him, for him "Let's go home, my car is over there"

A shudder ran through your body when he said let’s go home, as if there was a place in common for the two of you. As if a home was somewhere you shared.

It was your turn to shake your head at him. You shouldn't get in his car. The one thing you should do was stay away from him, as far as possible. 

"It's fine, I'll get an Uber" 

You realized then that your hands were shaking so much that you could barely type in your home address. Damn Yumi for leaving with Soonyoung the first chance she got. If she stayed behind, like she always did, then you could say that you were going to her place. It wouldn't be a surprise; you always took turns sleeping at each other's place. But you no longer had that option. 

It was no secret to Yumi that Jihoon had rejected you, and by the look Soonyoung gave you when you went inside, he knew it too. Those two were always plotting something and this time you were the one on the receiving end of it. 

"You don't need to when my car is two stores down"

With a reluctant sigh, you agreed. 

It was complete silence on the way home. You lived close enough to work, and some days you even adventured walking, but no car ride had ever lasted that long for you before - not even when you got stuck in a six-hour traffic jam while trying to go on a holiday with your family. 

Jihoon didn't try o initiate any sort of conversation but you felt his eyes on you from time to time. You just played dumb over the situation. There was nothing to talk with him about. It was true that you didn't exchange that many words but what had been said was more than enough to create a barrier between the two of you.

"I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I?" Jihoon was the first one to break the silence.

"You don't have to do this sort of thing, you know. Come and help. Please, don't do it again"

You didn't dare to look at him, so your hands were the only alternative. It seemed unlikely but you hoped that Jihoon would understand your words and don't come around again.

"I know it all sounds so weird. After you left my apartment I couldn’t spot thinking about how… unconventional… my suggestion might have seemed. There I was, telling you that we couldn't be together as soulmates but also asking you to not completely disappear. It's just…" he sighed, his fingers combing through his hair "Soulmates are kind of a huge deal for my family"

You didn't know what to say to that. All the words you learned through your life didn't exist anymore and silence was all you had. 

Every time Jihoon said something trying to fix the stupidity he said before he only made it worse. This time it seemed that things has scalated. He saw it in the way your eyes flickered at him for half a second before looking away again.

"You want to stay close to me so your family won't get angry at you?"

Your voice was squeezed out, barely there. If he wasn't paying attention to you then he would probably have missed it. For once he wished he could be more eloquent with his words or that he could see you as just one of his patients. The latter would be much easier for him. No attachment meant that he could be straightforward. But with you, it didn't work like that at all. 

Was he supposed to feel that way already, like his chest was being torn open? 

"No, that's not it. I know it sounds bad. But I want to get to know you. The universe put us two together for a reason. Shouldn't we try to find out why?"

You shook your head. You didn't want to find out, create bonds or get close to him. It would be too hard to let go when it was time. 

"You have a girlfriend and you made it clear that you want to stay by her side. And that's okay. If I were in a relationship I wouldn't want to leave them either. But this arrangement wouldn't be fair to anyone, neither to me, nor to you, but especially her"

Though you told Jihoon to stay away, he didn't listen to you. He didn't try to talk to you or have any sort of contact but he always seemed to find himself inside your bakery, even if he wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets. It made you wonder if he was a doctor as Soonyoung told you. Shouldn't doctors be busy all the time? At least all the movies you watched in your life told you so. 

You didn't want to admit that, even though you explicitly told him to leave you alone, you enjoyed seeing him around. There wasn't any contact between the two of you and if you could help it, you weren't the one to wait at his table, much to Soonyoung's dismay.

Some days when you closed the store earlier, you'd see Jihoon going inside your building, a bag in his hand and his hair a mess on top of his head. Those days you would wait fifteen minutes before going in. You didn't want to take any chances in meeting him and having to talk with him.

You had been prepared for rejection but it still hurt. Your entire life was surrounded by soulmates, by the amazing thing that love was. Even your parents, who weren't soulmates, still made you believe in love like there was no tomorrow.

And still, there you were, watching your soulmate from afar in hopes that the tingling feeling in your chest, whenever you saw him, would magically disappear. 

"I want you to meet a friend of mine," Soonyoung said, popping in front of you.

Just a second before he had been sitting with Jihoon, talking lightly about work as both of them had their faces buried in a few books. It surprised you how quickly the bakery became a place they always went, even just for coffee - specialty when there was a coffee shop right in front of the hospital. 

Soonyoung's voice was exceptionally louder and it wasn't that hard to find out why. The moment the words were out of his mouth Jihoon's head turned in your direction.

"Don't do that" you warned him.

"I'm not doing anything at all. I'm simply trying to help my friend start a relationship with a nice guy" 

He gave you the most innocent look and Yumi joined him.

"I think you should go with it"

You rolled your eyes at both of them and tried to move away, pretending that you were off to clean tables and organize the window shop. But they knew better and followed you. You hated how suddenly your store, your precious dream, had become a high-school classroom.

"Born without a mark," Soonyoung said. 

"Soulmate free" Yumi completed. 

It's not like you never heard of it, people born without soul marks, you just never met one. They were rare, to say the very least. To the point soul scientists couldn't find enough "subjects" to study.

"It must be sad"

Imagine living in a world where absolutely everyone had a mark. Forget about the pretty and ugly ones, intricate designs, and simple shapes. It's not like they were born out of people who aren't soulmates, if that was the case then you shouldn't have gotten a mark for starters. Those kids are born of "normal" parents. They are known as a fault in the system.

An error. 

"He doesn't seem to think so. He has gotten a few tattoos over the years, said those are all the marks he needs"

You just nodded at them and moved to the next table, while the two were still close behind. Jihoon had his face in the books again but he looked at you from the corner of his eye, following your every move.

"I'm not interested"

You weren't, it wasn't a lie. Before finding out who your soulmate was you weren't all that thoughtful of relationships, now your interest was even lower. You saw Jihoon try to stiff a smile but fail miserably. 

"You should be, your soulmate is an asshole," Yumi said to you, leaving you with eyes wide open, and then turned to Jihoon "Yes, I'm talking about you. You're an asshole"

Yumi said no lie but her words still hit Jihoon like a train without breaks. He knew it, felt it in his heart but he stood at a crossroads without knowing where to go.

On one end was Mina, safe and everything he ever knew, subject to his undying loyalty. Jihoon knew that no matter where life took him, he would always remain loyal to her. One can't just pretend an entire life by someone's side didn't exist. 

On the other side was you, someone he knew nothing about but was destined to be with. Just the thought of having you meet someone else angered him. 

It was no secret why Soonyoung did what he did. In fact, his friend told him that he was going to do so. "You made your decision. She gets to move on with her life too". Those words hit him like nothing ever before, much worse than anything Yumi could have said to him.

Growing up Jihoon had never, not even once, pictured his life without his soulmate. It didn't cross his mind that there was a possibility of him never meeting you. For him being with the one was as certain as the sky is blue. And still, he found himself at a point where life without his soulmate, without you, was a possibility. Or more like a certainty, considering how things were moving forward.

Jihoon had caught up with your plan of avoiding him. Sometimes he left the hospital at a certain time because he knew that he would get the chance of seeing you, even if it was briefly. Just for a second, he made himself believe that everything was as he always imagined. But on those nights when you saw him, you'd wait for him to go in before doing the same. That day, instead of doing just that, he stayed behind and pretend to go through his mailbox and even talked a little with Mr. Kang.

Exactly thirteen minutes later you walked in. At first, seeming quite unconcerned. Then you saw him, your eyes widening on your face and your keys dropping from your hands. 

Perhaps that was the first time Jihoon realized that you did try your best to avoid him or it was the first time he allowed himself to think that way.

He waited as you got your keys back and walked inside the elevator. He went behind you, standing in the exact opposite direction of you.

"I won't go the store anymore," he said.

You just nodded at him, not daring to say anything. Your eyes were focused on the LED numbers showing the floors. Just two more and this will be over. But that would be too good to be true. For weeks, since they finally fixed it when you and Jihoon had gotten stuck last time, you had taken the elevator when going to work and when coming back home, and not once had it failed you. It just had to get stuck in that exact moment, didn't it?

With a sigh you sat down, your legs tucked under your body. You wished you had headphones inside your bag so you could just pretend to be busy with something.

"Mina knows about you, I wasn't doing anything behind her back," Jihoon said.

You never met Mina. Up until then had only heard her name twice and Soonyoung seemed distressed whenever he mentioned her. But if it was possible to dislike someone without ever meeting them, Mina was that person to you. She hadn't done anything really, she simply existed.

The most irrational side of your brain thought of her as someone that took something from you. To you, it seemed that she was the person who had control over your life while you were left on the sidelines watching as things simply unfolded in front of you. 

"You're not a liar then. Good job" 

Closing your eyes you rested your head against the metal wall. No one knew for how long you would stay trapped inside that thing. Mr. Kang was probably taking his dinner break and he usually took his time. Odds were that you would stay there for at least three hours. One until the doorman noticed that there was something wrong with the elevator, and another two for the maintenance guy to show up and fix it. If the maintenance guy picked up his phone. Considering that it was already past 11 pm, it was a long shot. 

"Can I ask you something?" the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Jihoon only looked at you waiting for it "You cried a lot when we were kids. Why?"

He should have predicted that if one day you talked about the past that would have probably been one of your questions. Jihoon was a crybaby when he was a kid, the reason why he was always made fun of by his friends and others at school.

Jihoon wished he had a good reason, or even an excuse, to explain all of his cries but there was none.

"I was a very spoiled kid. I'm not trying to point fingers here, don't think that. My parents are doctors, soul doctors, and they were always working. I found out very early in life that if I cried just the right way I could get my nanny, and even my parents, to do whatever I wanted"

You smiled, your eyes getting much smaller on your face. It was probably the first time he had seen you smile so naturally and to something he said on top of that. It warmed his chest in a way he didn't expect. The feelings inside of him scared him at the same time that it amazed him.

"What about you? You didn't cry a whole lot but then you spent days crying"

He knew he shouldn't have asked anything when you gulped, your hands balled into fists against the floor to help you sit up. Jihoon had seen you uncomfortable many times before, all of them probably caused by him, but not quite like that.

"You don't have to answer that…"

You shook your head at him, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath.

"It was when my parents died" you forced the words out like it hurt to say them out loud "Car crash"

For the next four hours, the two of you stayed in silence. 

[burnedwriter]

‘’love game’’

a/n:i  didnt think this fic was going to take me so long to finish,i apologise for the wait anyways i dont want to waste your time here is the fic.this fic is based off of a playlist on yt called playing tcg with the sumeru men.

warnings:smut mixed with fluff,foursome,c*mswallowing,rough bj,rough s*x,overstimulation,drunk sex,!gender-neutral language used.(had to censore stuff so my post doesnt get community labeled)

MDNI!

Getting invited to Al haitham’s  and kaveh’s house for a friendly tcg duel was better than you thought it would be.Sitting around a table that was used as the arena,with one glass of alcohol in hand and tcg cards on the other.The room filled with laughter and kaveh’s angry yells towards cyno who was sitting across the table,accusing cyno of cheating and hidding cards but in reality he hasnt set up his cards correctly and got unlucky with the dice placements.

‘‘Kaveh stop complaining already’‘Al haitham hissed expressing his annoyance to kaveh’s constant wining of loosing.

‘‘i will stop complaining when i finally win a match’‘kaveh spat back at him as he looked at his cards like he knew what he was doing but he had no clue what he was doing to be exact just so he could make cyno second guess but everyone could see through kaveh and make out that he was pretending.

Their little dispute making you chuckle a bit every time,getting a scoff from kaveh as a respond.

The games kept going through out the night,everyone starting to get drunk but also the tension between cyno and kaveh that never seemed  to extinguish any time soon as cyno was telling shitty puns to a very drunk and angry kaveh putting more gasoline into the fire.After playing for so many hour you got bored of playing tcg so you decide to suggest a change in the rules making the game more interesting.....

‘‘How about we change the game up a bit,im sick of playing over and over again the same thing’‘you spoke up, throwing your cards on table as you exhaled expressing your boredom.The three men raised their eyebrows curious of what you had in mind ready to listen on what you had to suggest.

‘‘what do you suggest then?’‘cyno said looking at you for an answer his cheeks flashed red against his dark complexion from the alcohol making him look quite attractive, but also making you think was it the really alcohol? 

‘‘what if we played strip tcg the more games we loose,the more pieces of clothing accordingly,are you guys in?’‘you said you could feel a mischivious smile that started to form at the idea only as you waited for the men to answer

‘’sure’‘they all said looking at eachother to see if someone disagreed with your suggestion

‘‘Let’s begin the games then’‘you said starting to fix your deck for the upcoming challenges that have yet to come.

Turning out that you had to prepare more,after the challenge started you became the second to last person that had less clothing with the first being to no suprise kaveh yet again.You and kaveh barely holding on as you were both in your underwear while al haitham and cyno havent lost a single piece of clothing.

You tried your best to hide your almost naked figure,al haitham’s gaze felt like daggers were piercing your body ,with each time he looked at you,like you were his prey ready to jump over the table and devour you on the spot but everytime you took noticed of that he would turn his vision away from you and smile like nothing happened.Cyno on the other hand was trying his best not to look at your naked figure as he was closer to you than any of the others.Cyno snaked a hand on your thigh squeezing it softly,catching you off guard you turned to look at him only to see him having a small smile at the corner of his mouth.Lastly Kaveh stubbling over his words as a red line of blush run across his face every time he faced you.

At end the atmosphere in the small room,turned  from a joyful and full of laughs to a lustful and full of lewd sounds one with cards and clothes littering the floor all around as you laid on the table on your back,your legs wrapped around cyno’s waist,as he pounded into you while your hands were occupaid with al haitham’s and kaveh’s cocks, stroking them.They towered over you placing their hands all over your body desperently grabbing parts of your flesh.

You see cyno grabbing your thighs,as his thrust became sloppier and mercilessindicating that he was getting close,his cock brushing against your sweetspot,you feel yourself closer to what would be your first climax of the night,the heat in your lower abdomen ready to snap at any moment,the same could be said for the other two men above you their cocks throbbing against your hand,With one last pump,cyno stained your inside and with al haitham and kaveh covering your exposed skin with white sicky liquid.

‘‘we are not done with you yet’‘Al haitham said pushing you back down on the table as he took notice of you getting up,he gaazed towards cynos direction giving him a sign to change positions.Now al haitham taking cynos place while cyno sat on a chair,getting a full view of the scene.Al haitham slipped in with ease,making you moan loudly and arch your back feeling yourself getting strectched, Unlike cyno,al haitham was girthier streching your walls even more than before.Kaveh’s cock touching your lips you could taste the saltyness from his previous orgasm everytime you licked them,he slowly pushed himself in your mouth slowly keeping his hips still so he doesnt gag you as he hit the back of your throat ,they waited for you to get adjusted to both of them.

After a few minutes of kaveh and al haitham waiting,they started to roll their hips into you in  a matching pace while cyno sitting on the chair,his legs spread,strokinging himself as he watched you.The two men continued to pound into you filling the room with both gagging and the sound of skin slapping.Kaveh getting overwhelmed by the pleasure turning into a moaning mess throwing his head back as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight.al haitham’s abs flexed indicating that he was getting closer.Cyno leaned against the chair throwing his head back covering his eyes with his forearm as he breathed heavily,stroking himself,low groans could be heard comming from him.

Everyone including you were close once again for your second climax of the night and with one last thrust kaveh and al haitham finished inside you with cyno soon after finishing all ove his hand and spilling some of it on the floor.Swallowing every it of kaveh’s cum before pulling  out of your mouth,letting you catch your breath and let you breath normally again.Seeing you try to get up kaveh rushed to your side knowing that you felt sore with al haitham and cyno soon after by your side.

‘‘the bathroom is around the corner let’s hope ‘’someone’‘ left warm water for us to clean ourselves’‘kaveh said antagonising alhaitham a bit in the process as he pointed to the direction of the bathroom,signing upon seeing the messy room as he looked around

‘‘after all of that you still complaining kaveh’‘said al haitham taking himself towards the the bathroom.

‘‘enough with your arguments we need to go and take a shower,here let me help you’‘cyno exclaimed with his usual monotone voice helping you reach the room as your legs were still shaky.With all of you marching  towards the bathroom slowly you started to think,who knows maybe this is a sign for round two....

[coffeefiction]

Love Binds (Wally Darling x Reader)

Hello, this is my first fanfic of a Wally Darling x reader and my first x reader in a long time. I hope you guys like this one.

TW: Unrequited Love, mentions of the reader being replaced, I guess a descend into one thinking, Angst maybe? (I'm not good at TW so if I missed anything, do tell me. This story might be triggering to some people so please be warned)

Part 1- Part 2- Part 3

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Being in love with someone who doesn't love you back was hard, getting used to it was harder, fully accepting it the most, and pretending that it's alright was the hardest. Love binds people, making them bend on their backs and break their bones in different places at different times. What did you do to go through it? You don't know, maybe you were just unlucky or maybe you were just stupid to believe someone will love you back, nonetheless, it hurt.

You and Wally have been friends for a good few years, going through the same college and moving into the same neighborhood, the puppet himself was quite the charmer and quite the friend that you can't help but fall for him. No matter how often you told yourself you can't and won't, you just did. You watch him grow from being just someone you know to being everyone's dreamboat in the neighborhood, always the gentleman, welcoming newcomers left and right and you would help him too. You were the closest out of the bunch, always (y/n) and Wally! There goes (y/n) and Wally again! Oh, look! It's (y/n) and Wally! Always blending with each other like one solid color.

It was fun for you, cause it made you and Wally closer than ever, always at the other's house to do the stupidest thing or to simply hang out until one unfaithful day..

There was a new neighbor in town, as always, being the friendly neighbors, you and Wally went off to say hi to them! Turns out, the new neighbor was moving across from Wally's house and her name was Veronica Williams! What a lovely lady she was, greeting you and Wally politely, she was such a joy to be around the moment you two greeted her. She was a jokester, and an artist, which Wally was ecstatic about, another artist on the block!

So why did you envy her? Maybe she was very pretty and if you compare yourself with her, you wouldn't reach her. Maybe because everyone seems to enjoy her company and that was fine! You were alright with that, the more and merrier! Am I right?!

Maybe you envy her because she was better than you on the things you do, maybe you envy her because she was outstanding or maybe you envy her because she was what all Wally talked about, from day to noon, she was always what he talked about. From how lovely she was to how sweet she was for helping Barnaby to how she was such an amazing woman for making him apple pie! Its wrong to envy her but you still do, you hated that slowly, it had seemed like everyone is just preferring her over than you and that was fine! You had other things to do anyway!

"Sorry (y/n), Veronica had already offer to help me with that! Lovely lady isn't she?" Julie said.

"Sorry lovely, Veronica over there asked me to help her with this, maybe next time?" Poppy said.

"Sorry kid, I'm kinda busy helping Ven right now," Barnaby said

"Awww man, Ver Ver already offered but thanks for the offer buddy," Eddie said

After them, soon enough everyone else is either declining your help or is busy helping her and that was fine! It was fine! She was new and she was being helpful and everyone is just being helpful towards her! 

"Sorry Love, I'm quite busy" Wally message you that after you ask if he wanted to hang out, it was fine, Wally was always the busy one, always making another artwork or doing art commissions. It wouldn't have hurt you, why would it? Wally was your best friend, the friendly man was always fun to hang around, especially with how he talked about the upcoming painting he plans to do. But why did it hurt? Maybe because you were just being dramatic, maybe you were just being stupid. He was just busy.

Or maybe because you see a clear view of Wally and Veronica together, laughing and having fun, talking to each other like they were the testiest of friends. It was fine, Wally is having fun and it was not his fault, he maybe wanted to hang out with her and not be bothered, the 'I'm busy' was always everyone's go-to excuse when they don't wanna do something.

You wanted to leave and just go home, let the two have fun on their own, you don't wanna ruin this, especially for Wally, he was your best friend and you love him. You don't wanna ruin his chance on his crush but why did it hurt? Why did Wally being with Veronica hurt?

Soon enough, it stopped being (y/n) and Wally. Wally slowly started to pull away from you, always stating how he needs to do something or that he and Veronica has something planned. Slowly, it was Wally and Veronica! Oh, look! It's Wally and Veronica! There goes Wally and Veronica!

It was fine, this hurt you and dampened your mood but it was fine! It's just Wally and Veronica! You watch as every memory you have with friends gets replaced, you watch as everything you used to do with your friends now does with Veronica. But it was fine! She is their friend too! Just like you are friends with them...

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If you guys want me to make a part two, let me know!

Sorry if the story is crap, I'm not the best writer on the block-

But I appreciate you guys reading this!

[dinogoofy]

This is my 2023 MK Halloween masterlist! All current prompts will be listed, including ones that haven't been polled yet! Two more prompts will eventually be added. (I just got to figure them out first!)

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Gargoyle - Syzoth

There's a friendly Gargoyle on top of your apartment building. He's pretty handsome for a statue, and you've taken a liking to him. You sit against him sometimes while reading or doing some work. You're enjoying the ambiance of the rooftop during the full-moon in October, and lean over and kiss him on the shoulder. It's silly, you know, but you wanted to thank him for being such a good friend. All of a sudden, he starts to move. You're completely embarrassed, but he thinks it's funny. Turns out, he thinks you're pretty cute too!

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Zombie - Havik

It's the zombie apocalypse, and you've spent months hiding in your college town. You've gotten very good at running from both people and zombies. The virus was strange, and developed in two strains. One was rumored to leave your mind intact, but increase your bloodlust and the need to feed on raw meat. The other would take everything. It would ravage your mind and cause you to become a mindless soldier, hellbent on spreading the virus.

One day, you run into a man in a black hospital mask. He's gruff, and unfriendly, but you can't just stand by and let him wander alone. There's safety in numbers after all. Eventually, you find out why he was run off from his previous group, why he goes out at night when he thinks you are asleep, and what lies underneath his mask.

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You moved into an old house last year, and strange things have been happening every time you bring a new date home. Doors opening, dishes rattling. Thing is- they only seem to happen around your dates. After the last guy breaks three of his fingers due to a cabinet slamming shut in him, you contact a friend that sends over her cooky spiritual aunt. She does some weird shit with some animal bones, and your house gets struck by lightning. Somehow, this must have charged the energies in the house, because now you can actually see the poltergeist. Turns out, he's in love with you, and has been jealous of all the living men who You've brought home.

Haunted House - Bi-han

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Scarecrow - Reiko

You're visiting your aunts farm to help out with the busy fall season. You're closing up the farm stand at the pumpkin patch when her farm dog runs off. You follow after her and into the corn maze. It's dark by the time you find her, attached to the leg of a moving scarecrow with a really bad attitude.

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Black cat - Johnny Cage

There's been a stray black cat roaming around your neighborhood, and with October quickly approaching, you decide it's no longer safe to just let him roam. After coaxing it inside your home, you start to take care of the little guy. It's been about a month, and this cat has stuck to you like glue. He's loving and sweet and sleeps next to your head at night, and you really do plan on keeping him forever. After quite a few disastrous dates, you wander into ye ol' witch's shop desperate for advice. When you come home, there's a man in your house. Turns out, he's your cat. This man was cursed after flirting around with the wrong witches, and you somehow set him free.

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Magic - Rain

Some asshole got a little too drunk at the Halloween celebration at the bar and decided to start "shipping" random folks. Problem is, they were casting legit spells. Some were love spells, others were lust spells, and you were one unlucky bitch. There's this one dick that hangs around your friend group, and you absolutely hate him, so of course you ended up magically cuffed to him by the wrist. It's a forced proximity spell, and there's only two ways to break it. To open your hearts to one another, or… to sleep with eachother.

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Clown - Kung Lao

You're one of the costume and set designers for the local haunt, but unfortunately for you, it's themed after the movie "killer clowns from outer space" this year. You hate clowns, but you adore set design. The set and costumes turn out a little too good, and you accidentally end up punching a scare actor when he comes to ask you a question. You basically almost break his nose, and getting blood out of those masks is such a pain! You frantically tug it off of him, only to find out that he's unfortunately really attractive. Theres no way you have a shot with him now! Damn those masks!

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Vampire- Kenshi

You're having fun with some friends at a halloween party in the woods, but you can only deal with so much madness before you need a break. You walk off to a quiet part of the woods to take a breather, and find out You're not the only one. You meet a really nice vampire, who happens to be really attractive. The two of you have a pleasant conversation about the party before deciding to walk back together. 

Unfortunately for the two of you, there's a big ass hole in the ground that neither of you can see in the dark. Well, that you couldn't see. He would have seen it if he wasn't looking at you the entire time.

The music is too loud for anyone to hear you, and your phones have no signal down there. How the hell are you going to get out?

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Demon - Tomas Vrbada

You really want to go all out while decorating the house for Halloween this year, but you just moved into this town, and don't really know anyone who could help you out. So obviously, your first choice of action is to summon a Demon to help you out. Turns out, he's actually really nice. The two of you strike a bargain that he would help you decorate, and you would repay him with an action of equal weight. 

Well, he took a liking to you, and had been popping into your house every once in a while with more and more decorations so that he has an excuse to hang out with you. The week before Halloween, he asks you if his part of the bargain would simply include an invitation to your Halloween party with some plus ones included for his friends. 

[dragonmarquise]

Y'know what I feel like the BRC community lacks? Solace appreciatation!!! Can I pls have all your hcs on this pathetic wet cat of a man pls?

Okay! This is gonna be hopefully shorter than some of my other headcanon posts, but I guess only because it's just one character this time, lol

Nevertheless! Gonna put a Read More here since it probably still counts as a long post.

Tryce is still weirded out by Solace to a degree (especially, y'know, because of the claustrophobic masochist thing) but after a while he just accepts that that's how Solace is. "He's a weirdo, yeah, but he's our weirdo now I guess." Kinda like a cat that chooses to adopt you, instead of the other way around, so it's like "Welp, I guess I have a cat now!" lol

Solace mostly learned how to skate in order to run from the cops Basically they would hassle him whenever he was hanging out in tight places, even if it was far from the public eye. Later on, he decided to try out being a writer, but he doesn't really do graffiti art that often. Even after joining BRC, that hasn't changed much!

Solace really likes sweaters! Mostly during the colder months of course, even wearing them in layers to help stay warm. He tends to get colder more easily than other people.

Heck, in general he seems to have sensitivity to temperature in both directions. Gets cold very easily and thus has to wear more layers than other people would. But also gets hot very easily in the warmer months, and even goes shirtless most of the time during summer. Hence his appearance during the game imo!

I like to think the dummy markings on his face is just face paint, while the ones on his chest/torso are actually tattoos. The idea being if the cops are after him, he can hide somewhere, wipe off his face paint, then just throw on a shirt and (hopefully) the cops won't recognize him. Unfortunately with his luck, it's kind of a coin toss if it works or not, lol

On that note, in general I think Solace tends to have bad luck. He's joked in the past about possibly being cursed, but the rest of BRC wonder if it might actually be true... at the least, Eclipse has confirmed that Solace has some pretty damn unlucky star signs going on, so that's something.

Solace sleeps with a weighted blanket! Not as part of his claustrophobic masochist kink (though a lot of people assume it is anyways, which he finds irritating). It just genuinely helps him sleep better.

Also in general he has problems with getting enough sleep! Besides the weight blanket, he also sleeps with a white noise machine. It helps "block" outside noises, and given he lives in a big city like New Amsterdam, there's probably a ton of city noises he has to block out before he can get any sleep!

He likes to feed stray cats near his apartment, though he also carries treats with him to feed any cats he meets while he's out and about!

He also does the same with birds, with food that's safe/healthy for them to eat (mostly just seeds instead of stuff like bread or chips). There's a couple of crows who are actively friendly with him too!

Meanwhile dogs don't seem to like him very much. They tend to at least growl at him, even if they're normally friendly otherwise.

I imagine a guy as pale as him is careful to put on sunscreen when he goes out, especially during the times of the year where he's out shirtless. Stuff like skin cancer is no joke! Though even besides that he probably tends to get sunburnt easily without the sunscreen.

He's a bit of a doormat, but he's gaining confidence now that he's with BRC! It's still a work in progress though, sometimes also a "one step forward, two steps back" kind of thing.

And finally, separating this out from the list, since it's going to take a couple of paragraphs:

He has the respect of Devil Theory! This might seem out of left field, but basically they ended up really respecting Solace after he was willing to step between them and frickin' Faux in a walking tank. Most other people would have let Devil Theory get thrashed in that situation, which would have been seen as deserved because of all the snitching, nevermind them making a deal with Faux against other writers.

So now because of Solace's bravery, Devil Theory consider him an honorary member! They also sometimes act as his bodyguards, even though he insists they don't have to. But now anyone has to think twice if they try to bully Solace, lmao

Also, Devil Theory have been trying to teach him how to be more confident and stand up for himself! But again, it's a work in progress.

Example, at one point he manages to actually stand up to Tryce on calling him a degenerate… but then almost immediately apologizes for being "rude" to Tryce.

Meanwhile the DT guys are in the background going, "NO! Dude, you almost fuckin' had it!!" lol

Annnnd, yeah, I think that's about all I got for Solace! :>

[thisismeracing]

WORKS IN PROGRESS (JULY) ✅

IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x smau Mick and Yn decided to stay friends after breaking off their two years relationship, but it seems like things weren't that broken. Maybe having the same friend circle and seeing each other all the time meant that things were never really over. 

LOVE SIPS (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x smut Some bad moments leave the feeling that your whole day was destroyed. Sometimes, all you need to navigate life’s ups and downs is someone to remember you that bad events don’t equal a bad day, Yn decides on a very peculiar approach to remind herself that, and Mick, her boyfriend, is happy to help. 

THE PHANTOM OF MISCOMMUNICATION (100%) ✅ read here lewis hamilton x angst Dating a professional athlete is hard, and it's even harder when you are famous too, and your schedules just keep crashing. how will their love beat their insecurities? 

THE (UN)LUCKY ONE (100%) ✅ read here charles leclerc x angst Charles and Yn have a history back from when he was at alfa romeo, Yn used to be his PR assistant, and they were close to best friends. Now, years later, they are still friends, but Yn is Carlos’ assistant now, and she can help but root for her new friend and boss. Meanwhile, Charles is having trouble with no longer having her undying support all the time. He’s been through an unlucky season on the speedway, will he be unlucky in love too?  

BANANA PANCAKES (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x fluff Mick is used to racing cars and living at high speed, but lazy rainy mornings with you are his favorite. Cuddling in bed, making banana pancakes, and listening to the rain fall down while swinging together on the front porch, no travel or circuit beats these moments.

GOD IS A WOMAN (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x fluff/suggestive Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you're it to him.

YOU CAN CALL ME OBSESSED (100%) ✅ read here mick schumacher x smut Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise you and prove to you that he’s the only one. 

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[atomicfroot]

"Smile for me, manager!"

Name: Scarlette

Source: Mystery Flesh Pit National Park

EGO: HUMANITY LOSS

Pronouns: He/They/It

- originally from district 23's backstreets before finding a opportunity near the outskirts for the newly discovered (at the time) flesh pit national park.

- A flesh pit park ranger for a LONG TIME; which means that he knows their way through the flesh pit like the back of his hand. When greeting guests he was always enthusiastic about helping them around the flesh pit (even sometimes tagging along on their tours with his trail guide co-workers)

- Personality wise, he's known to be really friendly and cheerful! A bit too excitable and rambles on and on at times. He's very positive and likes to think on the bright side most of the time. Even when things went horribly wrong, he still has this naïve hope within him? (but after the incident he's a bit more animalistic/wild)

- When the 2XXX[whatever year this takes place in i forgot LMAO] the catastrophic disaster happened, killing/injuring SO MANY GUESTS, he was apart of the unlucky few who got trapped in the flesh pit while trying to help guests escape safely; that is until he just wanted to help guests survive in the pit until rescue(it did not go so well... since they have been trapped in there for nearly a decade and they have lost the concept of time)

- I imagine the limbus branch that picks up and rescues this unfortunate sinner would have accidentally moved a bit too far from the mainland of the city and discovered the closed national park. Them going within the flesh pit to explore and go "wtf is this" and discover THIS MESS OF A GUY. They would've almost fought him if he didn't speak out first. Now knowing that this guy hasn't entirely...lost his mind??? they decide to rescue him! Unfortunately they couldn't explore deeper into the flesh pit at this time since there were more creatures/wildlife coming their way/about to corner them

- it could be a situation where he does have a soft spot for the wildlife...? kind of? Like definitely in his early years he would've been against killing/fighting the wildlife but over the years of trying to survive (AND ONE CRAWLING INSIDE HIM AND INFECTING/MUTATING HIM) his views have shifted a bit. Of course he still saw the beauty but now he just looks at the other creatures as food for survival.

- He gained some features from the Abyssal Copepod ( smaller than regular otherwise it would've literally killed him on the spot lol) that crawled and merged within him. So he does have two extra arms/hands, a two big antennas, and pincers thanks to this guy.

- they wouldn't be back to the flesh pit until his canto where there's a golden bough to be retrieved (do you know how COOL it would be for a lobotomy corporation branch to be within the flesh pit at the time)

- also has flesh from the flesh pit just.. growing on him now?? It's a part of him now, so it's just like...exposed flesh apart of him now and ate away at the skin under

To him, the change hurted at first but due to time he can't feel a thing now! (Or atleast the pain of just living is bearable now) Him and the copepod inside him are essentially the same person now. He can move his new limbs/features since he's taken main control of his body?? But every now and then the copepod will move on its own.

The more I talk about him, the more worse his existence sounds but I promise you he's ok/fine!!!

[kavalyera]

AITA for going after a criminal family after my ex-boss’ son killed my dog and stole my car?

I, 40m, lost my wife to a disease that unfortunately took her from this world. I met her in a difficult time of my life when I was forced to work a job that I felt chained to. Three years later, we got married. Unfortunately my married days lasted 5 years before she was diagnosed with an illness that she would later succumb to.

A few days after she died, right after her funeral ended, I had received a small puppy(named Daisy) from her as a final gift. Before this, she had bought me a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429, a car which I have held very dearly since it was one of the very few gifts I had received in my life. Please keep in mind of these two things that she had given me.

Days later, I took my car out as I went shopping for my newly acquired puppy since I didn’t want her sleeping on the floor. Afterwards, I went to a gas station where I met this kid (27m) and his friends. They were speaking in Russian while I was minding my business. The kid, which I will be naming Usef. Usef is the nepo baby kid of my former boss who I only came to know after the next events. I was in the gas station as I mentioned, before Used approached me and engaged in small talk. He seemed like an asshole kid so I didn’t talk much to him, plus, my wife just died. He asked me what model my car was and seemed interested in the subject enough for me to talk back to him in his little talk. Afterwards, he asked me “how much?” I didn’t believe it at first, so I asked what he was talking about. Usef told me he was talking about the car. I replied that “she’s not for sale” and that seem to make him back off a bit before I entered my car and he saw my puppy. I thought he was maybe just being friendly to the dog before he told me, almost smugly, that “everything has a price, bitch”. I replied; “not this bitch” which got him mad. Fortunately for him, his friend came back from the store next to the station and got him to calm down before he went into a temper tantrum.

Now here’s where it gets bad. Later that night, I fell asleep as normal, before I heard Daisy waking up to some noise. She seemed to be stressed so I walked outside and right afterwards, I could feel a sharp pain hitting the back of my head. I blacked out and before I knew it, I was on the cold floor of my living room while I saw intruders walking around my house all dressed in black. I did a quick head count and put the two dots together that this was the kid from the gas station and his clique. They beat me up, asking for where my car was and proceeded to kill Daisy. After that, the gas station kid hit me with a bat. I woke up an hour later.

I quickly cleaned up and went to a friend’s place(who is a mechanic) and the kid turned out to be my ex-boss’ kid. I borrowed a car from my friend, and immediately got to work in hunting this guy and friends down.

I checked into a hotel, and got some insight from an old friend of mine who told me that I might as well get something out of it. I got a tip from another old friend that he was in a club. I went to the club, armed, and told one of the guards to take the night off since I couldn’t bring myself to unleash myself upon him.

It was an easy stealth mission, I was close to killing the kid and leaving, before I got unlucky and a guard tackled me into the public eye. Right after that, it was a bloodshed. I didn’t mean to kill all those people but you have to do what you have to do. Anyways, the kid escaped so I went back to my room, got into a fight with this one woman, and got some details on how to anger my ex-associate into finding his son. I went to a church which was a cover up for said ex-boss’ stash of blackmail evidence and money. Which I destroyed.

Following that, ex-boss came in all angry, and killed the priest that was supposed to keep it hidden. After that, I lunged in and tried taking out as many of his men as I can before I got rammed into a car by another car and I blacked out once again.

I woke up in an old warehouse where ex-boss went on a tangent on “it was just a puppy” and “just a car” which I disagree with because it doesn’t seem like he cares about his wife as much as I do.

And then I killed his bodyguards, well, one. The other one was shot down by an old friend who I considered a mentor. Anyways, it was a tough fight between me and that one man before I went to go hunt down ex-associate and ask him where his son was.

He immediately broke and told me where the kid was, and I immediately went to go look for him.

I killed him, and a few others. And after that, I killed his father too. AITA for taking this too far?

[koreis]

Made another sticker a while ago :3 might print it later.

The joke behind it is that Sabo is the kind of guy who would favor psychological torture and he’s plain unhinged and what better torture than threat by chicken? An acquaintance actually put a terrible image in my head after I drew this. Here’s a block of text about it:

The man’s back is to you. He’s dressed in blues, midnight vest and icy shirt, but his warm golden curls seems to bounce with sunlight as the breeze sends them dancing. He cuts a regal figure in the nothingness, with his back soldier straight, like the kind of gentleman one’s parents would want them to bring home. However, you’d have to get to know him first. He turns his head. He’s looking at something. His eyes are the purest black, or are they the darkest blue? You wouldn’t know. What is he looking at?

You blink. And you’re in a chair. Looking through the eyes of someone from another life, or maybe another future. The colors are all wrong, too dark, and something is swimming. You think it’s your head. The man is there again. His face is youthful, boyish.

He’s far away, but he’s noticed you’ve awoken. He smiles. It’s a nice grin, but too much teeth to be a friendly one. Barely anything is visible, but a light shines above his him. A halo. You think. He sets his gaze on you, heavy eyes adding pounds to your shoulders. You squirm and find your movements stopped. You’re bound, trapped between those eyes.

“You’ve never made this easy,” he says, words echoing down the hall. He’s shifts his foot, taking a step toward you.

“Perhaps because they’re a far greater threat to you than anyone who would look for them. Unlucky for you, I’m not anyone.”

Another foot.

He’s captivating. Maybe it’s the bad lighting that makes you focus on his face, the delicate features behind blonde curls, the slight upturn to his nose, or maybe it’s just his face. There’s a scar running through it, over one eye. Objectively, it’s ugly, but to you, it’s like a flame.

Another step.

And he may be getting too close. He’s a stranger, and you’re a captive. Perhaps this situation scares you. It should. It’s bizarre. But you feel like you’ve met him in a dream once.

He’s holding something. Bright yellow, with red lips. A crude imitation of a bird, a monstrosity.

You want to ask about it. Ask about him. Anything. But you have no words.

He squeezes it and it groans something dying. He squeezes it again, and it wails.

You decide that you don’t like it. But you don’t have to words to make him stop.

Another step, and he squeezes it again. Twice now. Four times. The halls echo with its tortured screams.

And finally, his eyes are level with yours. Dark swirling storms. Your noses are almost touching, and his grin is feral. Fearless. All teeth, with a hook to his lips. And he holds his cursed bird next to your ear. It caresses you, smooth and gentle. Your breath catches. He squeezes it, and your head feels like drowning.

It sounds like death, like hell. The repeated wail of the ill at ease, the buried but not at peace, the restless. And then it stops. And he giggles with glee. Sweet and charming. Your eyes refocus. His face is dazzling.

“So. Will you tell me where they are?”

You can only answer in silence.

He frowns. “I can subject you to this forever you know.”

Your heart jumps at the threat. And you finally find your words. Some of them.

“What are you even looking for?”

He scoffs. “My memories. I know you have them.”

Memories? What memories? You blink again, and he’s holding the chicken in your face. Right. That’s what it is. A chicken. Out of the corner of your vision, you can see him watching, cataloging your reactions. He bares his teeth.

“So,” he starts, “What’ll it be?”

~~~

This is a whole excerpt of nonsense that I just wrote btw. TLDR: someone told me that they imagined Sabo walking toward them squeezing the rubber chicken in a menacing manner—I couldn’t unsee it.

I just moved into college, which is very exciting and scary. Working hard on the next chapter of my fic; hopefully it’ll meet my and readers’ expectations. Idk how writers manage to keep a balance between canon and divergence as well as in-character and expansion of character, kind of like finding the middle ground between salt and pepper in a dish. I guess it’ll come with experience. I’m so happy and weird about so many things right now. It’s a growing up thing me thinks. Love you guyss :333333

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

-- > should've at least listened til ep 67? tho brief mention of spoilers for s10 also

If you asked any O.V.E.R. employee what they thought about Hunter Jeremiah Hartley, the most common answer would probably be friendly. Welcoming. Warm. Simply a very nice dude.

Jam would tell you about the time they lost their childhood dog and Hunter Jeremiah Hartley comforted them, even though they barely knew each other. Ryan would tell you about how Hunter was the only one to not keep speculating about his relationship with Chris behind their back, and said Chris would let out a tired sigh and nod in angreement.

(Marissa would go into a tirade about how she deserved to get the Tier 2 spot instead of him. Maybe you should not ask Marissa.)

So when Hunter Jeremiah Hartley first met Mike Walters, he was friendly, welcoming, warm and simply a very nice dude - like he always is. Mike was neither of those things, since he still believed he could somehow "win" woe.begone. Poor thing wasn't even aware of the Flinchites or the Security System or, well, anything. It is almost comical in hindsight, almost as much as it is tragic.

Like most security guards in a top secret facility, Mike Walters is not exactly...social. If you asked any O.V.E.R. employee what they thought about Mikey Walters, the most common answer would probably be prickly. Or maybe that new dude that keeps reappearing with increasingly worrisome injuries. Or that guy that always looks like he is about to have a mental breakdown and hasn't slept in a week. Or, most probable, that one unlucky dude who got mauled by a bear and miraculously survived. Gay employees would probably also follow that last remark up with a joke in rather bad taste.

And yet, they still hit it off.

Hunter Jeremiah Hartley became Mike Walters's best friend, and Mike Walters became Hunter Jeremiah Hartley's.

(When Mike is around Hunter Jeremiah Hartley, he almost feels comfortable, something he didn't think he would ever feel again ever since he started that wretched game.)

Hunter was the first person Mike called on his cabin phone. (Or well, he was actually the second. But his intention HAD been to call Hunter, so he doesn't count the misdial.) Hunter was the gateway to Mike's social life in O.V.E.R. Without Hunter, Mike and Chris and Ryan mostly stewed in awkward silence or painful smalltalk.

Hunter is the type of guy you just feel like you can trust. He and Mike talk about movies and the patch of grass that looked kind of suspicious on their patrol route yesterday or increasingly ridiculous theories about what O.V.E.R. is really hiding.

(Both will become fully aware of what that really is, one day, but it is still fun to "guess". In the future, when they will be openly walking around in Tier 2 or even 3, they will sometimes think about those stupid conversations again and have to remind themselves that they are enemies. Traitors. Evil.)

Hunter will tell Mike about the entire life story he invented for the last spider he set free instead of killing and they will both ignore each other's very suspicious behavior. True friendship.

It is also not uncommon for Mike and Hunter to visit each other's cabins.

It is a night like any other when Mike Walters knocks on Hunter's door in the middle of the night. Hunter is wearing gray sweatpants and an Old Brush Valley 24h Diner shirt. It is a bit odd that Mike should appear without any warning or plans, but it is not uncommon either. Hunter opens the door. He and Mike Walters are best friends, after all.

The man that enters the cabin is not the Mike Walters that Hunter knows and loves.

In another timeline Mike will sneak into Tier 2. In another timeline, he will accidentally transport Edgar into the middle of the Pacific Ocean and call Hunter in a state of panic. And Hunter will want to help, of course he will, he is Hunter after all. Hunter and Mike may not be best friends anymore - a distance growing between them that neither can bridge nor stop - but they still care deeply for each other. In this other timeline, Hunter will live, and Hunter will kill everyone.

But this is not that timeline. And so Hunter Jeremiah Hartley is killed by a stranger wearing his best friend's face, in the knowledge that he would will have had going to murder Marissa and Charlie and Edgar and Chris and Ryan. (But not Mike, not his best friend.) (His acquaintance? His former friend? His... enemy?)

In yet another timeline Hunter dies in a white room with no doors and no windows. Alone.

It is hard to believe, but Hunter and Mike used to be best friends.

[hauntingblue]

ENIES LOBBY PART 2 BABY

The last look... like Orpheus to Euridice I'm going to be sick... also how they keep evading each other... they crossed each other in town and now they can't even cross glances.....

I can't do this anymore I'm not making it out of here you guys... I'm going to die all dried up in my bed like a mummy.... I'm just realising how similar luffy and Robin are and how unlucky she got in comparison but luffy reached her in the end... and now they're family 😭😭😭 anyways now to the sbs if I can read through my tears my god. Robin spent the rest of her life running from the government and in hiding just for a minute of contact with her mother. Like are you seeing this. And luffy would do it too. Fuck it is that not what marineford was??

Have I ever talked about how robin holds her mother's hand and her power (most of it for now) is manifesting hands out of thin air? It's like she can make need for connection manifest physically. That makes me feel so normal and emotionally stable

Look at these fucking freaks... also usopp who was the one who told robin to trust luffy burning down the flag because luffy told him to do it for robin... are you seeing this???

Luffy manager and assistant manager

Sanji is so scared of women look at him...

Look at his stupid face. What the fuck is that.

Her alpha pheromones have him ovulating right now. Look at this

Luffy is very dumb but look at the extreme he is willing to go for her friends. Just throwing himself into the rough sea. Thank god a child and her pet are out there to save him ajdkajsks

Was she... was she in the tub with kalifa.... fighting????

IS SHE LOOKING FOR THE STRAP???? THATS SEXUAL HARASSMENT!!

okay... normal reaction I guess

Sanji has never looked more pathetic I love it

Kalifa wants Nami's full attention.... wonder why that is... *pussy shot*

You know this is actually the building of a beautiful relationship

Look how frank approves of nami and her lesbianism... he's so supportive ❤️

He always has something cool to say... also zoro I saw your approving smile... you can't hide from me

Zoro couldn't say what he thought to usopp but sanji could do it here.... usopp needs to heart it so bad

I hollered so hard when I saw this for the first time... that is such a slay sanji.... luffy and zoro have fuck all to say when they beat someone so sanji gets all the one liners (also sanji is a demon and zoro is the king of hell there is zosan everywhere for those with the eyes to see)

It's fascinating to me that zoro says sorry here. What is going on inside that head. Like in recent developments (egghead) we can see they can be friendly but.... sorry for what....

Robin going from not trusting the crew, to protecting them because she sees her own life worthless and values theirs, to trusting them and their love to know they will save her... 🥺🥺

Gear 5 in gear 2 tease (no)

He is like the sun and he doesn't even fear the gods. Okay. Who made the people who wrote these reasons into prophets.

Oh my god. One piece water seven is so old that the world population was 5 billion.

This is so funny. "I love nami and robin" Does he makes cakes like that sometimes with things written on them. A cake with nami looks beautiful today. Another one with robin is very intelligent. Just for the fun of it I guess

This to me is CRAZY btw. Let me explain. I get it here it makes sense but he says the same thing about ace in thriller bark. And then after time skip he is back to this and he should be TERRIFIED. In my opinion at least. Knowing his friends is all he has left and they could die at any minute if he slips up or isn't quick enough to save them? Or did he understand that ace saved him. Still ace died (not saying this is true) to protect him because he wasn't strong enough or because he didn't get there quick enough.

Are they stupid??? Arkham games reddit referenced one piece that's so cool....

I thought I could finish enies lobby with one post.... welp....

[selene-and-the-cold]

😷🚗

hehe

A while ago, I reblogged this amazing prompt list and got this wonderful ask from you, dear anon.

😷 - “Sharing is not caring!”

🚗 - Road Trip

I'm sorry it took me ages to respond, but truth be told, I just could not decide what to do with this prompt combo. My first attempt at writing something was the most obvious one, having two SOs together in a car, one of them sharing their cold with the other.

However, then my brain decided that I had to come up with a different take on this, so I redesigned a second take, which I then binned for this last and third instalment.

What my brain came up with is this 3.8 k of roadtrip, where the burgeoning cold of one person is not the only thing that makes the trip uncomfortable.

Set in an AU where these two are actually colleagues, although their relationship status is canon in my OC-universe ^^

Hope you enjoy. And if you would have preferred that SOs sharing a cold thing, let me know ^^

Also: writing this after quite some time away from writing was so much fun. If anyone is interested in any further prompts, just send me an ask :)

CW for talk about ex relationships, implied contagion, slight mess, and mentions of sexy times, but nothing graphic

Male sneezes. M/M

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It was Tuesday. Usually, Nicholas was ok with Tuesdays. Monday was always awful. Who wanted to give up their cozy weekend in exchange for getting back to a stressful job?! Wednesday was either hopeful or terrible, depending on how the week had gone so far. Thursday was often dragging its heels or gone way to fast in the race up to the weekend, while Friday was technically weekend already, so Nicholas was cool with Fridays.

This particular Tuesday, though, was the horribly uncomfortable lovechild of a merciless Monday, an insurmountable Wednesday, and the longest Thursday ever known to mankind. At least that was how it felt.

Due to a chain of unlucky events, Nicholas found himself in a car together with his colleague Sebastian. He was a nice enough guy, the prototypical calm and tall Northern European type, blond, blue eyes. Actually quite hot. There was only one catch - Sebastian was his ex-boyfriend.

"So, how are things between you and Robert going?," Sebastian asked, in a friendly, non-chalant tone, but the question had Nicholas grab the steering wheel tighter.

"Good," he replied tight-lipped, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He did not want to have this conversation. Sebastian had no business asking questions about his new relationship.

"Only good?," Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm."

"Very good," Nicholas growled. "But that's nothing I want to discuss with you."

"Shame… seeing that you are practically glued to the guy whenever he's around. If you're set on not talking about him, you won't have much to talk about, at all, and it's going to be two looooong silent days worth of road trip."

"It's going to be two long, uncomfortable  days anyway, so we might as well get started with being uncomfortable now. And please stop calling this a “road trip”. This is work and we only had to take the car because you forgot to book our flights in time!"

Nicholas huffed, then did not say anything, jaw set as if he was mentally glueing it shut for the next 48 hours.

Said uncomfortable silence stretched between them, the only noise coming from the hum of the engine and the subdued  chatter on the radio.

They drove in silence for a good amount of time, both following their own trains of thought, and after a while, the long, wordless minutes kindly melted into hours.

After a while, Sebastian breathed in as if he was about to say something. Instead, his head bobbed forward. "Heh'UttSccHhIu!"

"Bless," Nicholas mumbled, out of politeness rather than true concern.

"Sorry… snfffl"

Another long stretch of silence, followed by a sharp, breathy inhale.

"HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!"

Nicholas eyed Sebastian from the side. A cloud of misty spray danced around his blonde head. In the sunlight, it looked like specks of gold.

"Bless you again."

"Snnnrfff Thag you…" Sebastian sniffled harshly, then dragged the sleeve of his shirt under his nose.

"You getting sick?"

"What? NO! Of course ndot! snnnrrff"

Nicholas didn't believe him. Sebastian had sounded so fucking insincere that one could hear the lie and denial a mile off. Which was unusual. Nicholas knew Sebastian to be an excellent liar.

"Alright then." Nicholas grumbled, decidedly not taking the bait designed to lure him into prying further into that cold denial business. Sebastian crossed his arms in front of his chest as if he was angry that Nicholas had passed up his bait.

A few more minutes passed, then Nicholas could see how Sebastian's head reared back, exposing his long, pale neck. Nicholas suddenly remembered the little sighs of pleasure Sebastian had made when he had kissed it during sex.

"Hehh'ISSSsHHU!! Hueehhh… H'ESSSHH!!"

Two forceful sneezes, both uncovered, filling the car with specks of gold.

"Ugh… 'scuse mbe!"

Sebastian gave a pathetic sniffle, then rubbed his nose with his knuckles. Nicholas had a hard time focusing on the road. Fuck Sebastian and fuck his sneezes.

His annoyingly sexy sneezes.

"Would be nice if you'd cover that. Sounds like you're catching something nasty and I don't want to get whatever you caught." Nicholas said gruffly.

"Sharing is caring, isn't that how the saying goes? And I still care a great deal about you," Sebastian replied, a sly grin spreading on his face. It made him look so impeccably sexy. He had always been good at pulling of the cheeky, youthful look. Clean, straight, intelligent, and with a boyish charm that effortlessly clad him in an air of innocence. Except he wasn't.

Sebastian was a wolf in sheeps clothing and Nicholas had to keep that in mind. Actually, he had to keep a number of things in mind. All the stuff they'd need for the conference they were headed to. His boyfriend Robert, who had not called or texted after their argument three days ago, and who had ignored all of Nicholas' calls and texts. They hadn't even said goodbye or seen each other before Sebastian and Nicholas had had to set off for their work road trip, and it stung like hell, right there in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, I for one do not care, Sebastian, and you shouldn't either. And I particularly don't care for your germs all over the car."

"Hmm…" Sebastian hummed, contemplating this statement. "That's odd, because I distinctly remember times when you cared a great deal about it when I sneezed~"

Nicholas blushed fiercely, right to the tips of his ears. Shards of memories exploded in front of his inner eye unbidden. Sebastian lying on their bed, wearing nothing but his cherry-red cold-ridden nose. Their bodies intertwined in frenzied passion. Sebastian's features convulsing as he sneezed and came all at once. The warm weight of Sebastian's body against his, as Nicholas had held him tight, while Sebastian had quivered with sneeze after helpless sneeze…

Shaking his head slightly, Nicholas cleared his throat. His lips were parched, and he licked them, realizing that he had held his breath for some time.

"You remember, my heart… my Nico… don't you?," Sebastian insisted. "Our long nights and lazy days of passion. Especially those we spent after you told me all about your secret little kink…"

His voice trailed off, its absence conjuring up images of their shared past. Sebastian had often called him Nico in the intimate moments when they were sprawled out in bed after making love, their bodies a tangled mess, heavy with the contented weight of satisfaction. But Nicholas did not want to remember. He wanted to forget.

"Don't call me that! I'm neither "your heart", nor "your Nico". We're not together anymore!" Nicholas snapped.

"I am a- hhHAAhh!!.. Aaahhh!… snnfff… aware."

Sebastian hitched theatrically, then gave his nose a self-indulgent rub, massaging it until a small squelching sound was heard. Congestion building and shifting. It was almost as if Sebastian teased him on purpose, playing up his symptoms.

Nicholas shifted in his seat. His body - the fucking traitor!- started to react to the ongoing shameless display of Sebastian's sneezes, no matter how much Nicholas tried to fight it. Apparently, it remembered more than Nicholas would have liked.

He tried to push the physical reaction down into submission by reciting poetry in his head, while the changing scenery of countryside and villages flickered past outside. He had gone through quite a bit of Robert Frost, when another poem popped up in his mind:

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply…"

Just as Nicholas' thoughts caught on these last two lines, a thunderous sneeze sounded from the passenger seat, the ghost of his own past uncomfortably close.

"Ugh… Ndico, mby heart, could we please stop and take a break?"

Sebastian moaned his voice heavy with his cold. It sounded like his throat was badly swollen and someone had his sinuses filled with sticky syrup.

"Umm… sure. It's quite late anyway…" Nicholas replied, letting Sebastian's use of his term of endearment slip. Truth be told, he was too tired to argue anymore.

Since it was already late and Nicholas was tired as a rock, while Sebastian was not feeling up to driving with the burgeoning cold he had not yet admitted having, they decided to crash at a motel for the night earlier than planned, but both were in dire need of some rest.

Nicholas asked for two rooms, but like in some kind of cheap rom-com, there was only one bedroom with a double bed left due to an event taking place in the city.

"Fine, we'll take it," Nicholas growled, even though sharing a room with his ex was the last thing he wanted. He grabbed the keys and set off to find their room, Sebastian hot on his heels.

“Mhm, sharing a roob agaid after all this timbe~" Sebastian suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, but his seductive tone lost its allure due to the thick congestion in his voice.

"Needs must, but don't think I'm gonna share a bed with you! I'll take the couch.."

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The two of them walked down a set of boring beige-walled hallways, feet floating on a thick, dark-blue carpet that reminded Nicholas of a cruise ship. Not that he had ever been on a cruise, but this was the idea of a cruise ship the media had shaped in his brain.

Sebastian had gotten awfully quiet and shivered a bit as he stood next to Nicholas, waiting for him to let them into their room, then sneezed violently as soon as the lights in the room came on, taking possession of the place by unleashing his army of germs into the space.

"Bless you," Nicholas offered, meanwhile on autopilot. God, he was tired all of a sudden. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and rest. Well, scratch that. Crawl onto the couch and rest. He was just about to get a pillow from the bed to his makeshift resting place, when he realised that there was no couch. There wasn't even a fucking armchair. Only a rickety looking chair and desk combo, which looked like someone had made them out of cardboard, ready to fold in on themselves as soon as someone just breathed too forcefully next to them. That wasn't good…

Sebastian must have connected all the dots about a fraction later, because Nicholas suddenly heard him chirp: "Looks like it's going to be a shared bed after all~"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Alright, alright! Ndo ndeed to be-… hiihhh…. snnfff  grumpy. Hiihh?! Hiihh'yISSSHHU!!"

Sebastian burst forth with a spraying sneeze, a tiny rope of mess shooting from his left nostril.

"Oh… 'scuse mbe!" Sebastian sheepishly looked at Nicholas, flashing him an embarrassed smile. "Would you be a dear and hand mbe a tdissue?"

Nicholas gulped. This whole set up painfully reminded him of some of the early days after Sebastian and him had newly gotten together at university. An unplanned sleepover at his dorm room when Sebastian had been coming down with a nasty cold. His body pressed against Sebastian's feverish frame, as they had both squeezed into his tiny single dorm bed, Sebastian curled up against his chest, snuffling  sneezing, and coughing all night, while half of Nicholas' body had hung out of the tiny bed frame because he'd wanted Sebastian to be comfortable and the bed just was not big enough for two people to rest comfortably all night.

"Ndico?"

Sebastian's voice suddenly jerked him back to reality. Damn, why did all of these unbidden images keep swimming to the surface?

"Hmm?"

"Tdissues? I really ndeed theb…"

"Oh! Right. Sorry."

Nicholas hurried to fetch the box of tissues and handed one white square directly to Sebastian, who immediately pressed it to his streaming nose and gave a hearty blow.

"Thank you."

Nicholas just bobbed his head in silent acknowledgement. Suddenly  the room felt stifling and way too small. He wanted out. He wanted to get away from Sebastian. He wanted Robert.

"I'll go for a short a walk. You get comfortable, ok?"

"But…"

"No buts. Please, Sebastian. I just.. need some time alone. It's been a long day."

With that, Nicholas took the key and went outside. It was quite cold, so sleeping in the car was not an option. He wished he had brought a thicker jacket, but it was at Robert's place and he had not dared going there after their fight.

Nicholas kicked a stone with his foot. Why had they even started to argue anyway? Oh… right. It was because of this stupid trip. A few months ago, Sebastian had started working at Nicholas' work place. Fortunately they were not direct colleagues, but their departments worked together on some projects  so there was overlap.

This road trip was such an overlap. Both him and Sebastian had been chosen by their respective departments to represent them at an important conference. Leading up to that, Nicholas and Sebastian had to prepare a presentation. Robert had not been amused.

Especially because Nicholas and Sebastian had to spend a considerable amount of time together preparing said presentation and Sebastian – ever the flirt – had not bothered to hold back, even – and especially! - when Robert was present. Sebastian wanted him back and had even told him so on numerous occasions. Sadly, he had not taken no as an answer.

Nicholas sighed and stopped himself re-enacting the argument he had had with Robert in his head. He had done so at least a dozen times, but since Robert refused to get in touch with him, it was difficult to apologise and address certain things.

After he had been wandering around aimlessly for some time, and after he had tried calling Robert twice more without getting any reaction, the chill fall air had wormed its way through his thin jacket into his bones, and Nicholas decided to go back to their room. Perhaps he could make the old chair and desk combo work after all.

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As Nicholas returned to their room, Sebastian was already changed and in bed, tissue box clutched to his chest, bright-red nose streaming, and rolled into a tight ball against some invisible cold draft only he could feel.

Nicholas made quick work of changing into his pyjamas - in the bathroom, as if the man in the other room had not seen him naked more times than Nicholas cared to think of. But it felt odd to just undress in front of him. The ease and trust this entailed had been left behind in another life. Furthermore, even the thought of undressing in front of Sebastian felt like cheating on Robert.

Therefore, Nicholas got himself ready for bed in the tiny motel bathroom, then arranged the desk and chair so that he could sit in the chair and put his feet up on the desk, thus creating a wildly uncomfortable half sitting half lying down position for himself between these two pieces of furniture. It looked like a decidedly uncomfortable, Frankensteinian version of a hammock.

Sebastian watched, but did not say anything until Nicholas came to the bed, grabbing a pillow and a blanket.

“Whadt… *sniff* whadt are you doing?” Sebastian asked, clearly bewildered that instead of climbing into bed next to him, Nicholas had tucked the pillow under his arm and was tugging at the second blanket to take it with him.

“Getting ready for bed.”

Nicholas shot the rickety desk and chair combo a meaningful look, pointing at it with his chin.

“Oh, dod't be ridiculou-… Huhhh?… Huh'USSHHzzuh! God, sorry… *sniff* ridiculous. You cad't sleep od that thing!”

“I can't sleep in here, either and frankly, the floor does not look very appealing…”

Nicholas had wrestled the blanket into submission and was standing at his makeshift bed, arranging the pillow.

“But Ndico…”

“No more “but”s, Sebastian. Pleeeaase? I'm tired and I just want to go to bed…. and so should you, by the way. You look awful!”

“Thank you, I've mbissed your combpliments, mby heart.” Another sneeze wrecked his body. Sebastian tried to catch it in the flimsy tissue he was holding, but Nicholas could see specks of spray dancing in the dim light of the reading lamp on the night stand.

“'scuse mbe. What I was triyng to say was: I just dod't get why you're so stubborn?”

“Stubborn? Me?! ” Nicholas was more than just a little annoyed at this point. The long drive, his argument with his boyfriend and Sebastian's constant nagging finally getting the better of him.

“That's rich coming from a man who has no concept of the word “no”. I'm sick and tired of your constant double innuendo, flirty eyes, eyebrow-wiggles and all of that crap, barging in on my job and my new relationship. You are the last person on this planet I want to share a room with. Yet, here I am, sharing a room with you because work is important to me. If I did not have to be here for the job, you better believe I'd be ANYWHERE but in a room with you!”

At that, Nicholas plopped down into the chair, put his legs up on the desk and pulled the blanket over himself, demonstratively closing his eyes. He had nothing more to say. Fortunately, there was a light-switch nearby, which he kicked with his foot, plunging them into darkness, hoping to cut off any possible attempts of his room-mate to continue this farce of a conversation.

Sebastian had gotten the point, though and did not try to force the conversation on Nicholas anymore. Both men were lying awake in the darkness for the next one and a half hours, listening to each other's breathing. A neon side from outside shone dirty orange light through the cracks of the curtains. From time to time, a car sped by on the nearby road. And Sebastian could not find rest. He tossed and turned on the bed, sheets rustling like the ruffled feathers of an angry flock of birds. From time to time, a heavy, congested sneeze cut through the silence, and from the sound of it, Sebastian must have gone through at least half the tissue box already.

Nicholas could tell that Sebastian tried his best to keep the noise down to a minimum – sneezes muffled into tissues or pillows, suppressed coughs that were only made worse as the sick man tried to fight them back down his throat. In short: Sebastian sounded miserable. And Nicholas was uncomfortable as hell. The chair was somehow both rickety enough to keep him worrying about it breaking under him, and hard enough to make him feel like he was sitting on a riverbank littered with the sharpest stones known to mankind.

“Ndico?”

Sebastian's voice drifted over. A weak, shivery thing, heavy with congestion.

“Hmm?”

“I'b sorry,” said the small voice, sniffling pitifully.

“What for?”

Nicholas was confused. It was fucking late o'clock at night and he had no idea what the hell Sebastian was talking about.

“For getti'g sick and for getti'g you sick as well with all mby sndeezing. And… well… you kndow… Everything.”

Nicholas sat up a little straighter in his chair. This was not about the trip. This was about them. About the lies. The cheating. That other guy.

“Everything? You mean…”

“Yes.”

Nicholas felt his heart pump in his veins. “Even for…?”

“Especially that.” Sebastian had cut him off before he could say the words out loud, but the calm, decisive way he responded left no doubt that Sebastian knew what he had meant to say.

“Hmm…,” Nicholas hummed, his brain searching the darkness for words that might fit, but they were running through his minds like sand.

“And for Robert too,” Sebastian continued, then sneezed twice more. They sounded heavier, like the congestion had settled not only in his nose, but in his chest, too. “I kndow I've beed putting pressure od your relationship with him, and I'b sorry. He seebs like a good guy. That's why I hate id that he's with you ndow.”

Nicholas just stared ahead at a speck of orange light filtering in. There were goosebumps on his skin, and he swallowed hard. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? What the hell was he supposed to do with all of these sudden confessions?

“I erm… Thanks, I guess. For telling me.”

“You're welcobe. That was long overdue..” Another long silence. Another hefty sneeze. Then: “Hey, why dod't you cobe and lie down here id bed with mbe? It mbust be hella uncobfortable od that chair.”

“It is,” Nicholas agreed with a small chuckle. Then the rustling of a blanket was heard before the mattress dipped down next to Sebastian under Nicholas' weight.

“Oh god, this is so much better,” he groaned, sounding like he had just experienced the best climax of his life.

“You kndow that I'b good in bed…,” Sebastian chuckled, but it transitioned into a coughing fit. “cough Sorry.”

“'tis fine,” Nicholas said, his voice suddenly drowsy as his lack of sleep caught up with him and his body could not resist the siren song of the soft mattress any longer. Still, there was one more question he had to ask: “Seb, why did you tell me all of that now?”

Sebastian pondered this question, then propped himself up on his elbow and turned, facing Nicholas.

“Because sharing is caring, and it was time that I shared mby thoughts with you. Ndot just mby germs.”

Nicholas smiled faintly. Oh there sure as hell was no escaping this cold. But perhaps this road trip had been worth it after all. Perhaps it had been good that this particular ghost of his past had come to haunt him right now. Perhaps Robert would be less cross with him if he returned a sniffling, sneezing mess from this trip.

“Thank you. Now try to get some sleep.”

“HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!!! TtZZSHHU!!”

“Goodnight…”

[oconist]

azda your tags on that 'oconundrum' post are just...*chef's kiss*

the whole 'esteban has been a shitty teammate' narrative is so overblown and every time redditors repeat that or some other dumb shit about esteban it fucking boils my blood.

the amount of times people bring up alonso's dnfs last year to declare that 'esteban was actually shit' even though they're qualifying paces were very close. and the 'deep analysis' and 'calculations' people would do to estimate how many points alonso lost last year were...questionable. like people were actually saying alonso lost out on 60-80 points in the 2022 alpine...girl be for fucking real. not to mention they don't bring this same argument up in regards to esteban's 5 dnfs compared to checo's 2 in 2018 or literally right now with esteban's 8(!!!) dnfs compared to pierre's 3. nope just automatically 'wow esteban's so shit - he's never beaten a teammate in the championship standings!'

and the amount of vitriol and ire over a single incident from 5 years (in which both people involved made mistakes) is so fucking ridiculous. there have been so many documented instances of esteban and max being friendly since brazil 2018 and people still act like max hates him. the fuck? we all saw the rbrs crash in baku 2018 but everyone acknowledges that maxiel's doing just fine. like what the fuck? also there's max's entitlement in brazil 2022. or his use of racist and ableist slurs? any issues with that today - apparently not! but esteban accidentally crashing into max while trying to unlap himself - devil he's the devil. don't even get me started on the whole 'max was totally justified in shoving esteban - he had a arrogant look on his face'...

reddit goes on and on about how 'they're not toxic like other forms of social media like twitter or instagram' which is such fucking bullshit. daniel made a little quip last year about getting esteban for secret santa and literally everyone was all like 'see even daniel hates esteban! and they were teammates. esteban's a shitty teammate with no friends. hur de dur!' cut to daniel's gift to esteban being arguably being the most personalized and highest quality one of them all...

fuck...that was a HUGE ASS rant i'm so sorry. i'm just...so sick and tired of the esteban slander. this is my safe space.

no because you are speaking facts as usual. este's car last year also was damaged/bad but didn't dnf a couple of times, so if we start adding stuff like that, we should also add a hundred variables more to see who truly was better.

este was unlucky to have his longest teammanships with two guys with crazy ass fanbases, the amount of hate is so much to the point where i have seen alonsistas themselves be like 'hey too much' to other alonso fans regarding ocon.

like with pierre, pascal and daniel, zero issues.

i think the ratio of fans : haters or at least people that seen him as persona non grata is so disproporcionate towards the hater side because he's easy to punch down. he´s not vocal when he's not at fault, and when he was (the infamous renault radio) he's seen as a whiny crybaby as usual. people in the neutral side get easily swayed by the amount of hate people have towards him, but at least the situation is improving!! at least this brazilian gp, tons of brazilian fans were being very nice towards him and i've seen more and more people defend him, even spaniards.

feel free to rant any time you want <3

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The link goes in detail about the species itself (and as I make more species imma have it be on the same site) but, as I mentioned a few days ago, imma be breaking down the crew OCs I made in this post here. I plan on making a mini guide on-site to get started in making some of these fellas - just for inspo and 100% optional. I'll probs do the same for any other species I'll make, it's just making art assets are a bit of a pain cuz I was trying to make sure I was consistent and such, and I don't do lineart like this usually.

Line up of the crew - the smallest possible for space-faring Xariels.

Left to Right: Talis, Bas, Apogee, Atax, Avarian, Tes, and Mortis. They're organized shortest to tallest, male then female.

Atax, the crew's Commando!

He's the oldest of the crew and the tallest of the guys - ages undetermined - and he worries a lot about them. It's a combination of some of them being new, and that a lot of them don't take time for themselves usually, so he has to keep a constant eye on the time to send them off to do something other than work. On planet, though, he's been learning that he can trust them to handle themselves.

This is his third crew since he's been space-faring. He was with his first for the most of his time faring, them having handled some intense expeditions. The one he got his tail scar from was an expedition on a planet with established friendly species, but turns out one of the groups they were working with had planned to ransom a crew - it didn't turn well for them, but it was a rough week.

On his free time, he'll usually sketch landscapes he had photographed during his time on different planets.

He greatly enjoys mildly cold, misty days.

Avarian, the crew's Hunter

She's very restless in most scenarios - only sitting still during a hunt. While she's cooking, she'll jump around the kitchen checking out different possible ingredients to add. Talis tends to join in and amplify this, as he's energetic and the one with the new funky plants. As per her cooking, she does try it to see if it's turning out well and what have you, she likes having Mortis there to try it anyway. She greatly enjoys hanging out with her - as they like rambling on about the similarities and differences of their specializations - but also because Mortis needs to chill.

She's one of the youngest of the crew - and they're her first crew off-planet.

On her off-time, she tends to carve wood with one of her daggers, or hang out and discuss weaponry with Mortis.

Mortis, the crew's Soldier

The tallest of the crew and the oldest of the gals. She is always on guard and keeping an eye out for any kind of possible threat, using most of the downtime to keep her skills sharp, and her weapons sharper.

The only ones who can really get her to relax are Atax and Avarian. She sometimes hangs out with Atax while doing weapon maintenance while he's sketching or reading reports. Avarian, though, she hangs out with her when she's cooking (getting to try her food experiments are always fun, and usually tasty) or while she's carving some lil guys - they tend to look like some of the critters she'd recently seen, and she loves listening to Avarian ramble about them.

She's been with a good handful of different crews. She has a feeling she's pretty unlucky or something, as most crews she's been with had been... involuntarily dismantled due to conditions on planet.

Apogee, the crew's LO

He tends to keep to his work, usually hanging out with Tes due to her sometimes strange material requests and sometimes having to figure out alternatives as that material is a bit hard to find or expensive cuz man recently that planet isn't on friendly terms - can we please not have to get that?? Other than Tes, his work is a good bit more straight forward, ordering herbs for Talis and Avarian as well as books and other miscellaneous items for the crew.

On his off-time, he tends to hang out with either Tes, Bas, or Atax. Tes is fun to listen talk about her latest project - it sometimes helps her figure out any roadblock she may have as well as it gives him a better understanding of why she needs certain materials - or he'll hang out and read a book alongside her. They may not read the same genres (he tends to read history books from all over the place, as she reads adventure stories or tech advancements from around the galaxy). Bas is his brother, so they'll either be genuinely hanging out or he'll be getting pranked, usually. He enjoys hanging out with Atax for the unique tidbits he can share about whatever planet he may be reading about - sometimes, though, Atax doesn't, and he won't press him on it. Other times, they'll just chill in silence.

This is his second crew, but his first with his older brother. He's glad to see him, but sometimes he gets on his nerves.

Basilisk, more commonly known as Bas, the crew's Diplomat

He's very sociable and quite easy-going, making it easy for him to chill with the crew. Most of the crew who see him at work on-planet, though, are a bit taken aback (not surprised necessarily) on how he carries himself and instructs them to do certain things. He and Atax have gotten through several meetings really well, and has had them tasked with helping negotiations on some planets where the current crew is having issues. It's pretty stressful for him, having to memorize customs for planets and make sure to not do anything potentially offensive. He enjoys his job regardless.

He tends to use his off-time more by himself to relax a good bit, or with Apogee to pester his younger brother a bit (only if they're both on break)

He's been part of a handful of different crews, but he's mainly ended up changing crews to be a part of a smaller crew, and somehow he always ends up in the middle of a crew merge, and man he doesn't want to deal with that again.

Talis, the crew's energetic Botanist

He loves experimenting with different combinations and methods of making potions and salves, and if they're safe to eat, to see what Avarian can make with them. He spitballs so many ideas that when he and Avarian get together, they'll either make something wonderful, or make one of themselves sick. Usually Talis isn't the one to try it, as he then has to care for them, and he'd rather not have someone else care for him. He's already the shortest. Despite specializing in a non-combatant role, he's been learning some ways to defend himself and ways to use some of the plants he's been studying. He hasn't brought it up to Atax, and especially not the Council, secretly hoping to whip out a "can of whoop-ass" in a moment that no one would expect. He might get in trouble when found out, as at a certain skill point he can't wear non-combatant identification if he can fight.

On his off-time, he tends to read fantasy novels. Usually by himself, but sometimes he accompanies Tes while he reads.

This crew is his second, this crew though is a lot smaller than the one he was a part of. He changed crews due to how little he got along with the other Botanists.

Tes, the crew's Engineer

She greatly enjoys her work - she mainly designs armor and weaponry - and has studied the effects different material can react and interact with other materials to a great extent. She manages to continue studying this during her off-time by reading about the latest discoveries and advancements in technology.

When she isn't reading tech advancements, she usually reads adventure stories - either for inspiration or for casual enjoyments, depending on the story. Apogee tends to be the main person she knows due to how obsessed she is with doing her work. Atax as well, because he forces her to take proper breaks to prevent her from exhausting herself.

This crew is her fourth, but she's always been in small crews as the Stargazer is the ship she designed (it was a dare and kinda evolved from there) and therefore has stayed with it.