#i feel like it's entirely possible that they are communicating something silently to each other here or maybe i just want that to be

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Insatiable Madness (11)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

Now is your time to survive. Will you swallow your words? Or spit them and face the consequences, both good and bad?

Reader is Gender Neutral!

"Alright... I can do this. This'll be a piece of cake." You paced yourself, walking around your room to clear your dooming thoughts.

"Nothing bad is going to happen; this isn't like back then. I'm in my room, where I can control what happens and when something happens. How much worse could my situation possibly get? The worst characters in the entire game are here, in my house already. It physically can't get any worse!"

"Shut up! You sound like a cult of fat Mitachurls dancing around a fire!" A Harbinger's voice shouted from downstairs, banging following their shouts.

"Break a hole in my ceiling and I swear to your archon I'll gouge out your eyes and bury them in my back garden!"

"Shuuuut up." The same voice shouted back quieter, going completely silent when another voice scolded them. You guessed it was a scolding, as their voice sounded authoritive despite being muffled. Pierro, perhaps.

This idea of yours better work. You're not fighting your past experiences for nothing! If these characters don't reply to you and make you sound (and look) like a dunce, you're done with the universe.

Speaking of being done with the universe, how on Earth did this even happen? It's not normal for fictional characters to know of the existence of people who created them. Are other games like this too? Or is Genshin Impact special in some way? And if it's just Genshin Impact, who's to say other Hoyoverse games don't have the same level of intelligence behind the characters?

It's a good thing you uninstalled Honkai Star Rail a month ago, who knows, it could have been the Stellaron Hunters in your house instead. Although... Arguably, you somehow think they'd be a lot better compared to the Harbingers.

Anyway, it's time to start your plan.

You booted up Genshin, eyeing the Celestia background hesitantly with shaking fingers, the sun in the background feeling more real considering your current circumstances.

Pushing your chair inwards in a hurry, you scrambled to get your notebook beside your PC to re-read the notes you wrote before. You didn't want to freeze up in the middle of your SOS speech, so you took it upon yourself to write key points of your argument and read them if you start feeling the anxiety creep in.

Ugh, thinking about how possibly the entirety of Teyvat was going to hear your voice scares you even more.

No, take deep breaths. The characters left aren't as evil as the Fatui, or have smart people such as Dottore or Sandrone. The only person you currently see as a threat is Albedo, but he shouldn't be a problem since his goal is to destroy Mondstadt.

You read your paper again:

Introduce yourself formally, keep it classy

Ask Aether what the FUCK the Harbingers think they're doing!!!

Beg Explain you could really use some help

Ask if there's any way someone on the other side, perhaps Albedo, could construct a portal to get these mangy, whining, murderous babies out of your house

Be polite, thank for listening, and wait for reply. Patience is key

If this little golden teenager with a ratty plait doesn't answer you, you're throwing your TV remote at your PC. ...Actually nevermind, it might come useful in the future.

Your screen suddenly loaded, the blinding white loading screen with each element fading to show the landscape. Your screen looked exactly how it did yesterday. With your Childe team, minus Childe obviously, in their idle animations outside of the Spiral Abyss portal in Mondstadt.

Okay, this is it. It's better to at least try rather than run away with cowardice. If you don't try, you'll never know whether it's actually possible to communicate with other characters. Also, in the small hope that the Harbingers leave your house, you can delete the game and start a new life. ...Hopefully.

You hesitantly went to the character selection screen and selected Aether, putting him in a team on his own with no other characters next to him. Noticeably, Arlecchino and surprisingly Wanderer aren't in the character menu either. Did the Harbinger's travel to Teyvat alter the course of history on their side? Interesting...

Now, where to communicate with him? Well, considering Signora is alive, the timeline must be just before or during Inazuma. Would staying in Mondstadt be a better place? Oh, who cares. You've got the guy in your party anyway. As long as he's there, it should be fine, right?

You selected the waypoint closest to Albedo's lab in Dragonspine, running to the camp and occasionally stopping to avoid freezing to death by using the orange seelies.

Then, you turn Aether's avatar to face you, his breath creating white vapour in the cold air of the mountain.

"So, uh, hello...!" You started, mumbling quietly as you scooch your chair back away from your desk.

No. Follow step one correctly, and be confident about it. You coughed before starting again, voice stronger but still quiet as to not alert the Harbingers.

"My name is Y/N, and I really need your help. I'm not sure what's happening on your side of things, and to be honest, I don't really care. If you haven't noticed on your journey by now, The 11 Fatui Harbingers have gone missing. Well, in your world anyway." You began.

"They somehow and miraculously ended up here, in my world. Specifically, my house. From what they've told me, they want to give me over to the Tsaritsa. I have no idea what that means, all I know is she'll probably kill me."

You waited for a response, any glitching similar to when Childe wasn't working in the abyss or visual cue to show someone (or something) was listening. You didn't see one, but continued anyway.

"I need your help to transport them back to Teyvat. I know what you're probably thinking, 'but the Fatui have been causing me problems on my journey to find my sister'. Unfortunately for you, they become important in developing your journey across each nation. I'm guessing you're currently in Inazuma or Liyue since Signora is still alive, even though I've brought you to Natlan? Ugh, this is so weird." You shook your head with a small grimace.

"Anyway, I'm really hoping you can hear me. If the Fatui of all possible people who could know of me are aware of my side and my existence, surely you and/or the Archons must know too? Maybe even the Abyss? After watching your journey in Natlan I can't stand them, but they did prove a long theory I had..."

You trailed off, hoping that maybe nobody replied to your speech because they were waiting for a moment you would stop so they could input. Alas, nothing changed. Aether was still as blank as ever, face unchanging to the world around him.

You tried everything to get a reaction. Kamera mode, Teapot mode, equipping different characters, changing locations, reloading the game... but nothing worked.

What were you doing wrong? If the Harbingers knew of your existence, surely that would have been because you used Childe a lot, right? There's nothing else you can think of that could be the cause. Unless, perhaps, the 'players' existence is a known fact throughout Teyvat? No, that couldn't be right. You've talked to NPC's and read hundreds of theories using lore found within the game. Not once did it ever mention a higher being above the Descenders, nor the Phane for that matter.

You hit the pause button in Genshin, huffing an angered sigh as you pushed your chair out aggressively. You'll have to try again later, that's the only thing you can do right now. Considering the Harbinger's have no idea what resources exist in this world, you're pretty sure it will take them awhile to figure out how to get back to Teyvat.

'Awhile' may sound like a long time, but you know Dottore will somehow cut that word by 3/4. Anyway, you'll have to save asking about a possible way to create a portal another time. Right now, what's more important is grasping a connection of understanding.

Well, you better start sorting out another problem that will soon come. The problem which Pulcinella actually pointed out, too.

Food.

And you know what you need to get more? Money.

If only Pantalone were useful in this world, then, he would be able to pay for all the expenses you'll need these next few weeks. You know, now that you're actually thinking about it, he's probably the most useless Harbinger here.

You sat up from your chair and left it pushed out, convincing yourself that this plan wasn't completely over. In truth, it wasn't. There was nothing wrong in trying again, was there? Sure, this session might have failed. But who's to say it won't work the next time? Or maybe the time after that?

...Right?

You left the room after eyeing your computer screen once more, scowling at the Genshin merch on your desk. That reminds you, you need to burn all the Harbinger merch the second you can. Maybe all your merch in fact. Okay that's a lie, although this instance has definitely scarred you for life, it won't stop you from keeping a few non-Fatui items.

Unfortunately, if you'd just looked at your desk one more time, you would have noticed Paimon waving frantically at you with a face of panic, shouting through the screen trying to get her voice to be heard on the other side.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

"Okay, group time. We need to discuss something." You called everyone to the living room, snatching the remote from Pantalone's hand and turning the TV off.

"Pardon me, it was my turn to watch the television tonight." He excused himself aggressively, trying to swat the remote back into his hand.

"Not so funny when it's your turn, is it?" Dottore laughed at him, pausing his writing to mock the banker.

"Are you aware of how long I had to wait until I could have a look at my channel? I only just received the remote!" He complained, glaring at Dottore through his closed eyes.

"Hmph. To me, it looks like you're sleeping laying on the sofa like that." Sandrone scoffed, her posture straight.

"Alright, Alright," You quietened them. "Pantalone can get the remote back after I say what I need to."

After a short while of waiting, everyone except Pierro, Signora, Capitano and Childe had arrived in the living room to listen to what you had to say.

"Where are the other four? Why is there always someone missing when I need to say something important." You asked the Harbingers, sighing in frustration.

"Heh, Childe is out of commission at the moment." Scaramouche snickered to himself, eyes closed imagining the pain he's going through.

"That's not a 'where', it's a 'what'." You deadpanned.

"He's in the landing with Capitano. I brought him there since these two were taking over the sofa." Arlecchino answered.

"And... Signora and Pierro?"

"Signora's in the guest bedroom, fretting about her nails growing in a different direction that how'd she'd like them to. Pierro's still in the office signing paperwork that clearly isn't helpful to our situation at this moment in time."

"Thank you, at least someone's helpful." You nodded to her, Arlecchino nodding back in an understanding as she leant against the wall with her arms crossed.

"We need to talk about food. As Pulcinella reminded me earlier today, if we don't get more food we'll run out in about 3 days."

"Does that even matter?" Scaramouche interrupted you. "The majority of us don't even need to eat, you're just wasting your resources by feeding us. Besides, who would want to eat your aw--"

"What he means to say is," Pulcinella coughed to interrupt the puppet. "Yes, this is indeed a tough predicament. How are we to get the resources we need?"

"Well, we'll have to go to the shop and buy some. But to buy, we need money."

"Money? I have plenty of that." Pantalone questions with a bored tone, his head leaning into one of his hands.

"Stop forgetting what I told you earlier, you damned diva. Your money is useless here. If we want to get money, we'll have to work." You hushed him quickly.

"Work. Yes, of course." Arlecchino thought out loud. "But how do we work when we know nothing about this world?"

"Ugh, it's not that different to Teyvat! So, who's feeling like working?"

Nobody replied, everyone looking at eachother urging them to say yes instead of them.

"...Right, well, let's eliminate the people who can't work. Signora can't, as it would be way too risky. If the police somehow recovered the damaged footage and released it to the public, I'd be dead meat she'd blow her cover immediately," You started.

"Pulcinella and Pierro also can't, as they look way too old to be working. They'd be considered retirement age from looks alone. On the same topic, Columbina and Sandrone might have to stay behind too because of how child-like they look. Columbina might be able to get away with it, but it would still turn some heads in my opinion."

"Hah! It seems you're worth some praise." Sandrone commended you, letting out a hearty laugh in satisfaction. "However, this does cause some problems on my end of the bargain."

"And what problems would that be?"

"Why, exploring your world's machinery, of course! Becoming an engineer would be the perfect way to learn more about your world."

"Yes." You gave her a dead look. "And tell me, you're planning to become a professional's apprentice to learn? Something tells me your pride wouldn't let that happen."

"It can't be that difficult." She scoffed to herself, voice quiet and eyes narrow.

"I wanted to see more of this world..." Columbina sighed sadly, interjecting Sandrone. "Oh well, I suppose I can do that by asking you questions instead~"

"Right..." You sweated nervously.

"I have no objections." Pulcinella nodded with his eyes closed, being in agreeance. "We can discuss Sandrone's means to learn later, as I believe it would be an excellent idea."

You sighed once more, not bothering to argue more, and continued your rambling.

"Capitano is also a no in terms of getting a job. That helmet really stands out, and considering he can't and wouldn't want to take it off, I guess he's not going outside ever. Anyway, so, uh... We'll discuss who wants to have what job and when they'd like to start tomorrow. I'm going upstairs to tell Signora what's happening. Arlecchino, Pulcinella, could you both respectively tell Childe and Capitano, as well as Pierro this information?" You told them, head looking back over your shoulder before turning straight to walk up the stairs.

"Of course." They both replied, leaving to do their own thing.

As you were walking up the stairs, you could hear Pantalone and Dottore arguing for the remote. Funnily enough, it was Columbina's abnormal dry tone that caused the two to stop fighting and find something to watch together. Huh, you wished you could do that.

You knocked on the guest bedroom door, hearing Signora scoff and call out to the person on the other side telling them to enter. You walked into the bedroom silently, sitting on the bed waiting for her to talk to you.

She was sitting on the chair in front of the mirror, fiddling with a nail file whilst muttering about the state of her fingers. Beside her fumbling form was some nail varnish. Hold on a minute, aren't those your mothers?

"Signora, you wouldn't have happened to find the nail kit in front of you in my parent's bedroom, would you?" You asked her, feeling your annoyance begin to grow.

"Hm? Maybe I did. What's it to you?" She glared in the mirror, eyeing you without turning around.

"What's it to me??? Did you seriously just ask me that? You're using a dead woman's nail file and nail varnish!" You argued.

"Well, yes." She shrugged, a wicked grin growing on her face. "I'll have to make do with what I can get. If it weren't for the surprisingly beautiful colour and necessity of my manicure, I would have put the thought out of my head immediately."

"But those are just excuses! Look, if you really wanted a fucking manicure, you could have just asked for my stuff in my room."

"And how, for Teyvat's sake, was I supposed to know you had supplies in your room?" She eyed you strangely.

Well, she has a point. A dumb point, but one you'll accept as long as she stops using your mother's marriage anniversary nail kit.

"Just...! Just pass the nail kit to me and I'll give you my manicure bag. Stay here, and stay out of my parent's room." You warned her, snatching the nail file and nail varnish with haste.

You speedwalked to your bedroom, dumping the items on your desk with the thought to put those in your bedside drawer later. Stopping for a moment to look at your monitor still showcasing Genshin, you sighed and continued pacing the room to find your manicure bag. When finding the bag, you quickly swiped it off of the shelf and returned to the guest bedroom.

"Right." You started, dumping the bag and opening the zip to let her see what was inside the bag.

"Is this alright for you, your majesty?" You mocked her, unable to stop yourself from speaking. "You'll have everything you could possibly need for your nails in here. From different colours, to charms, to glitter. Capiche?"

"Hmm..." She fiddled with the bag, having a look at the colours you've given her. "Since you're here already, why don't you make yourself useful and do my nails for me? Do whatever you wish with them in terms of colour and point, I'd like to see how nails in this world differ from Teyvat." She ordered you with a wave of her hand, one leg over the other.

Is she actually joking?

"Are you kidding me? I'm not doing your nails for you!" You exclaimed, outraged at the suggestion itself.

"Oh, please. Don't act as if the suggestion is atrocious. Aren't you the one who often mentions our wrongdoings when we're minding our own business? Who's to say we can't do the same?"

"A normal person." You grumbled under your breath with squinted eyes. "Murder and stealing are two very different things."

"I hope you're as good as talking as you are making excuses." She rolled her eyes, laying her hands out in front of her. "Not only that, but doing nails. If I don't like them, you'll have hell to pay."

Well, looks like you don't have a choice in terms of doing her nails for her. What a prissy bitch.

"Fine." You scoffed at her, dragging a spare chair in the corner of the room to sit down.

You looked through the bag of colours you had, deciding to do a red and black gradient whilst leaving her nails relatively long and sharp. Perhaps you could add little light blue dots to the black gradient to highlight her eyes? Yes, that sounds like a good idea.

"Those are the colours you're choosing?" She raised on eyebrow with an uninterested frown.

"I'm sorry, your highness, were you expecting a pretty baby pink?"

"Continue." She rolled her eyes.

Filing and washing her nails to the perfect size, you began to paint the nails delicately. As you were working, you noticed Signora begin to soften her features, a small almost non-existent smile on her face with satisfaction in watching you work.

"Do you do nails often?" She asked you with a gentler tone, tilting her head to get a better look at you painting her smallest nail.

"Not really." You denied, shaking your head. "I only have this many colours because my mother liked to gift me stuff like this."

"Ah..." She made a noise of understanding. "So that's why the majority of your colours are still sealed."

"Yeah. I never used them because I saw no need to, occasionally I'd help my mother do hers if she went out to party with the neighbours. Also most of my Pinterest references use a specific set of colours."

"...Pinterest?"

"It's a type of catalogue." You tried your best to explain, fanning the nails hoping they would dry quickly.

"You can save pictures that other people post and use them for references. I like to use it for clothes and nail inspiration for my mother."

"That sounds... exquisite." Signora noted with wide eyes. "You mean to tell me different people from all over can post these pictures? And others seeing the pictures can use them as they wish?"

"Yup. Although, you saying that out loud makes me think you're thinking of something illegal." You deadpanned.

"I'm not!" She accidentally recoiled, slowly putting her hands back out when realising. "It just seems like a power not worthy on humans. Surely you would use such a powerful idea for messages instead of just pictures?"

"You're literally just describing a forum."

"Hm?"

"Nevermind!" You stated, grabbing the blue and adding dots to the black. Instead of ending it there as planned, you decided to add glitter and put a couple specks onto each dot. You looked back at the nails from a distance, finding satisfaction in your work.

"What do you think? If you don't like them, I don't care. To be fair, this is the first time I've done nails in awhile."

"I suppose they're... alright." Her cheeks turned slightly pink, hesitating in how to answer. "They're much better than what I thought they'd be. Your world has such vibrant colours for varnish, usually I just stick to black."

"I noticed." You put all your materials away, attempting to zip up the bag.

Before you could zip up the bag completely, Signora stopped your hand by placing hers over your own.

"Hey, don't move your hands so much! I just finished your nails!"

"Ahem. I believe we had a deal? You do my nails, and I'll do yours? Although I would rather spend my time doing something else, I am not one to back out of an agreement such as this."

Somehow, despite the day not going to plan, you don't hate how it ended. In fact, you feel as if you've grown a little closer to Signora today.

"Oh, and whilst I'm at it," She paused. "I better have a look at what clothes you have in your wardrobe. From what I see now, I don't think I'll like what I'll see in there."

You take back what you said earlier.

Has anyone noticed I like the word 'prissy' a bit too much?

Anyway, Insatiable Madness is going to have longer Views from now on 🥳

I like this part a lot, it's definitely one of my favourite Views I've written so far!

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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[perfectlyoongi]

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who bakes cakes with you in the early hours of the morning when the whole city is still asleep. three or four in the morning were sacred hours in your house as autumn approached. with matching aprons and wine glasses in hand, you and Jungkook followed instructions as disorganized as possible, hoping to find some cake batter or cookies in the midst of your laughter. the music played low, remaining completely silent when you and Jungkook exchanged jokes and visions, but always lulling you into a little dance that lasted the entire morning. at six in the morning you sat at the table tasting your creation before saying goodbye and falling asleep in your rooms. “today i want an orange cake. i know it’s late, but do you want to do one with me? i found two recipes that might be good. i’ll even let you have the first slice.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who has a collection of photos and videos of you that you might consider embarrassing. Jungkook seemed to have a certain gift when it came to humiliating you: whenever you were distracted, or too involved in something, Jungkook made a point of saving everything on his phone, creating a folder in his gallery with just your photos. you could say it was a hobby of Jungkook’s that always made him happy, as it was in these more personal moments that your soul truly shined and oh, how he was in love with that light. “you are so done on your birthday. you’ll see, i’ll post the photos i took of you in the car yesterday. you were beautiful. the world needs to see your natural beauty.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who always orders your favorite pizza when he doesn’t feel like cooking. you shared the household chores, it was an agreement that was quickly made by you as soon as you became housemates; but there were days when Jungkook came home more tired, or even after dinner, and there was no desire or patience to cook. as such, Jungkook would order your favorite pizza from your favorite pizzeria and, after paying for it, he would call you over for dinner while he went to bed. in a way, you were always Jungkook’s priority. “hi, the work ran a little late today, sorry. i already called for your favorite pizza and you have the money here. i hope you eat well. i’m really tired. good night, angel. good night.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who buys letter magnets to communicate with you on the fridge when your are mismatched. there were times when you would get home when Jungkook had just left. there were times when Jungkook would go to sleep when you were preparing lunch. there were days when you didn’t even see each other. but as you shared a house, communication was essential to make that experience comforting. so Jungkook bought a large number of colorful magnets in the shapes of letters for you to use as a means of communication. they were only used for basic things, of course, but it was still a very tender gesture on Jungkook’s part. “buy bread. dinner 8pm. seal.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who always gives you a ride in winter, even if it’s just to get bread. Jungkook was so warm and helpful. if you needed something he was there to make sure you didn’t miss anything. and, when the weather was more brutal, with snow and rain decorating the streets, Jungkook always made a point of taking you wherever you needed to go, secretly keeping in his heart all the streets shared with you, shouting the most popular songs in the radio. it could be mere minutes, but it was enough to leave Jungkook completely surrendered to you. “don’t be stupid. with this cold? you may get sick and then what? i don’t know how to take care of myself, let alone you! I’m looking out for your well-being, that’s all.”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who plays drunk uno with you on long summer nights. when the boredom was a lot and the nights were too hot, you and Jungkook decided to distract yourself with a simple game of cards. changing some of the rules, you and Jungkook agreed to play several games of uno until one of you was too happy to continue. there were screams and laughter, a lot of cheating and distortions, long nights enveloped in pure happiness and complicity. without there ever being a loser, but also without any winner, you and Jungkook repeated the game on the hottest and most boring nights, each of you needing the other’s presence to make that summer something unforgettable. “no, no! you can’t put a +4 after i told you to take 2! stop being a cheater and accept your defeat. no. put the card back into your deck!”

ROOMMATE!JUNGKOOK who declares himself to you when the storm stole all the light in your house. several candles were scattered around your living room in an attempt to bring some comfort in that darkness. sitting on the couch without having much to do, you and Jungkook watched time pass slowly. a long period of silence danced around the various flames, stealing all your comfort and offering Jungkook a small door for him to finally open up to you. and it was when you went to get water that Jungkook followed you to the kitchen and, very confused and nervous, finally confessed to you. “i don’t know if it’s the candles that are making me nostalgic or if it’s really your company, but i want to tell you something. i like you. a lot. i don’t think i should like you this much but i have no control over my feelings for you.”

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Afforded A Chance

Day 2 of #HalsinTavWeek AND WE'RE BACK BABYYYYYYY Pairing: Halsin/Tav(F) Special Guest Appearance: Yenna! Summary: Tav realizes she wants something. Halsin is all too happy to provide. Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI Warnings/Tags: Smut, Porn with Feelings, BREEDING, PnV Sex, Quickie sex, Domestic Fluff, Post Epilogue No Beta We Die Like Yonas (RIP Yonas) And an AO3 link! For those of you who are so inclined. Note: Lots of talking and feelings and ooey gooey stuff in this one, fam.

Watching the cart disappear into the distance Tav reminds herself that this had always been the plan. 

Fifty children was an ambitious undertaking for anyone. While they loved each and every single one of their charges, Halsin and Tav had always known and agreed that for the majority of them, their home was but a stepping off point to get to the family they were destined for. 

Still, watching the infant she had cared for so deeply and for so long, being swept off into the proverbial sunset with her new mama and papa left an ache in her empty arms she couldn’t shake. She swallows roughly, wiping the tears from her face and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Walking back home Tav’s already tender heart feels a keen sting when she spies the newest couple to their little community. The wife is a sweet young thing, barely an adult herself but newly married and swollen with child already. She looks tired, waddling along with her hand on her belly, but healthy. Happy. Tav was happy. Is happy. Of course she is.

And yet.

Tav murmurs a greeting as the pair pass, stepping off the well trodden path to give them space to amble by. 

Fifty children they may have started out with but the numbers had dwindled significantly over the past year and now with sweet baby Marigold gone to a new home that put their occupancy at home down to a much more manageable ten. Manageable, some might say, but to Tav it felt like sand drifting through her fingers. 

The youngest was an ornery little tiefling boy, freshly five, and the oldest was just shy of sixteen with plans to seek an apprenticeship soon. Tav was not in any way dissatisfied with her life. She finally had a home and family to call all her own after so long without either. There was no way to describe the feeling she got from just being able to be present, nurturing them, and loving them. Her greatest joy and sense of purpose was deeply rooted in simply basking in watching her children grow with the love of her life at her side. It would be incredibly foolish to covet any more than what she had been provided with. 

And yet.

At home the house is quiet. The children spend every possible minute they’re allowed out in the forest during the day. Whiling away the hours of youth playing with Thaniel and Oliver till, exhausted and hungry, they reluctantly troop back to her. At any rate they’re not home yet and the house feels desolate. Yet another finger pressing on the bruise of Tav’s melancholy. 

When she finds her lover he’s in his study, sorting through his never ending pile of correspondence. Unlike her, he is conscientious about not letting a letter go unanswered too long and she is loath to steal away his time. 

And yet.

Halsin stands, grabbing a book off the shelf behind his desk before perusing the letter in his other hand once again. He seems to be puzzling out an answer to a specific question, his brow furrowed and his lips puckered in thought. The entire effect is so domestic it soothes some of the grief from before and lingering in the doorway Tav takes a breath, gathering her courage. 

“I want to have a baby.” 

The book in Halsin’s hand promptly drops to the floor. He stares at Tav in surprise, mind completely wiped clean of all coherent thought.  

“With you,” she amends when he remains silent. 

The expression of surprise slips into something gentle and soft. “Is this about Marigold?” He frowns, picking up the book to put it on his desk and shakes his head with a shine of regret in his eyes. “I should have gone with you. I’m sorry, my heart. That parting was destined to be perhaps the most difficult of them all. I know how deeply you loved her especially.” 

Tav crosses the room and takes one of his large hands in hers. “I am sad she is gone but I am also happy she is where she is meant to be. They will love her well. I,” she swallows. “I know the timing of this might seem odd. But it’s not just because of Marigold my mind has turned to…to this.” 

“To having a baby,” Halsin clarifies, his tone strange.  

“Yeah,” Tav avoids his eyes while she struggles to translate her errant feelings into words.

Her thumbs stroke the warmth of his hand in hers absently. It never ceases to amaze her that to simply feel his skin against hers, chaste or otherwise, had become an anchor for her. When the storm of her thoughts threatens to unmoor her she merely has to turn into his embrace, and she is put at ease. 

“Some might reconsider the toils and labors of bringing new life into the world when their home is already bursting with shoots and sprouts aplenty.” 

Tav smiles and brings his hand to her face, brushing her lips across his knuckles. “When have we ever shied away from toils and labors? Or balked at adding fresh life to a garden well tended? With these hands to hold me and lend me their unerring counsel and strength, I know we can do anything. I want this…with you… if you do.” She sobered as another thought occurred to her. “But we walk this path together. If you do not–” 

“Oh but I do,” he growls, hands finding purchase on her hips as he crowds into her space. “I very much do.”

The kiss is sudden and fierce; a tangle of tongues and teeth that steals her breath. Hands cupping her ass he lifts her, directing her legs around his hips. When they part for breath, Tav stares at him in wonderment.

“I honestly wasn’t sure,” she admits with a tiny huff of laughter. Tav scans his face, taking in his barely restrained hunger, the raw desire in his eyes. “You really want this, don’t you?” 

The hazel of his eyes is dark, his jaw tight. “Yes.” He presses his face to hers gently, breathing deeply to quell the rising tide of his lust. “Before the Absolute I wondered if I would ever get to experience the joys of having a family again. I hardly dared to imagine a future with children. And then came you,” he pauses, a breath shuddering through his chest, “and that dream was realized in more ways than I could’ve ever hoped.” 

With one hand Tav threads her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and with the other she caresses his cheek. Despite the grip he has on her, the evidence of his tightly reigned in passion, the moment feels fragile. When he opens his eyes the depth of emotion there tugs at her heart. 

“When I told you of my hopes and dreams of achieving some measure of balance you supported me.” He punctuates the statement with a chaste kiss to her cheek. “When I found my new purpose here, in this place, far away from everything and everyone you know you didn’t even hesitate to abandon a life of ease in a city that was ready to celebrate you in every way you deserve.” He presses a lingering kiss to her temple. “When you followed me into the wilderness with,” he huffs a laugh, “so many children I began to worry, wondering what I could have possibly done to be worthy of such a person. It was too much. You don’t know what you’ve given me. You cannot possibly know.” 

Halsin turns and sets her down on the edge of his desk, placing his hands flat on the surface on either side of her legs and leans in to steal another, longer kiss.  

“I told you once that I wanted more than to be your companion, your ally, your friend. I wanted to share in your heart and your body. And instead you rewrote my entire life with your name across my very soul. Asking for nothing more than the privilege of being at my side. You don’t seem to know the privilege has always been mine.” It’s Halsin’s turn to cup her face, tracing the branch of scarring that trails down her neck. “I am undone by you.”  

Tav’s eyes burn. 

“I had not let myself even entertain the idea of more. But I know your heart as well as you know mine so let me at last extinguish that ember of doubt in your eyes. Yes. I want this. How could I not? To know that you, who carry my entire heart in your hands, wish to carry my seed and with your body nurture our child.” 

The druid’s eyes flash and Tav feels like she’s stopped breathing. Every nerve ending feels raw and buzzing with anticipation. He’s so gentle and easy going it’s easy sometimes to forget how his gaze can pierce through her. The sound of her thudding heart is so loud she wonders if it’s the wind shaking their home in the trees or the tempest of his love threatening to unmake the world. Halsin’s thumb wipes a tear from her face she had not been aware she had shed. 

“We walk this path together as one. Our hearts beat in sync.” The next kiss is hot, barely restrained passion. When he pulls away their breathing is equally unsteady. “Now let our bodies move in sync also.” 

Halsin grips her hips hard and yanks her body towards himself, to the edge of the desk before claiming her mouth again. Breaking the kiss he zeros in on the spot between her ear and neck, pulling a needy moan so soft and sweet from her parted lips that something primal rumbles out from his chest in response. 

He slides a hand in her hair, fingers brushing her scalp before he fists his hand and tugs her head back eliciting a gasp. Greedily he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, his excitement only fanned by the way she trembles under his touch. 

Tav feels hot from the apples of her cheeks to the tips of each finger and toe. She tugs the loose shirt he’s wearing from the band of his pants but only gets a moment to trace the blazing skin beneath before Halsin is tearing himself away to rip it off.

Her dress is next; he picks her up like she weighs nothing and divests her of the simple frock, the fabric fluttering to the floor while he tugs at the lacing of her stays. He peels the soft underclothes from her body like a child unwrapping their first gift. With great joy, expectation, and–by the telltale popping of a few stitches–a little reckless violence. 

Not bothering to smother the laugh that bubbles up at his slightly contrite expression, Tav slips her fingers through the belt at his waist and tugs him closer with a smile. “I’ll need new ones anyway,” she points out with a sly look in her eyes. “When I’m enormous with your fat babies.”

Halsin’s hand drifts to her belly, hovering over the place where her empty womb waits for his seed to catch and huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “I can hardly wait.” 

“Then less waiting, my love,” she casts a meaningful look to the window where the late afternoon sun hangs low in the sky, ”unless you want to give the children a first hand demonstration in reproduction.” 

Halsin grins with mischief but takes her point and pushes his trousers down, freeing his already leaking cock. Despite the aching hunger burning under his skin– the primitive need to fuck, to claim, to breed her till she’s screaming– his touch is soft when he takes her hands and tugs her into his embrace. 

He runs his hands from her shoulders down her arms, to her chest to knead the soft flesh of her breasts. Were he afforded more time he would worship every inch of her soft curves, each freckle, every scar. Alas, time is a luxury for those couples without a full brood vying for attention and the beast within gnaws at his control with teeth and claws. 

He spins her around and presses her torso to the desk, nostrils flaring at the scent of her open cunt, already wet with arousal. She widens her legs eagerly, pressing back into his touch and though he’s had her innumerable times in the same position, it’s only this time, for the first time in a very long time, he feels his tenuous control flicker in and out of his grasp. 

“This will not be gentle,” he thinks to warn her but the look she gives him over her shoulder is anything but meek. 

“Stop talking, papa bear, and fuck a baby into me.” 

Lining up to her wet slit he sinks home with a groan that’s more beast than man. Tav’s head drops back with an answering guttural exhalation. A hand on each generous hip he sets a punishing pace, the sharp snap of his hips, the wet hot suction of her pussy consuming him. His lover mewls a needy whine that snaps his threadbare control and he falls forward with one hand on the desk the other on her neck, pressing her face to the desk and he snarls. 

Pressing into his touch Tav’s trembling voice whimpers and keens, begging for his seed, his body, his child. His rough hands and nearly violent display of ardor has reduced her to a quivering mess of desire. Each thrust of his body into hers, has her gasping, arching, desperate for more, teetering on the precipice release. 

He licks at the sweat on her back and with teeth just slightly too sharp he bites the soft flesh of her shoulder. She cries out, dragging her nails across the surface of his desk, and so he does it again, lapping at the red mark in satisfaction. Removing the hand at her neck he reaches around to palm her breast, raising the top half of her body just enough to set his teeth at the nape of her neck. 

The prick of sharp canines does it for her and she jerks with the release of her orgasm, crying out with a curse and a howl. At the height of her rapture her scent changes and Halsin’s grip on her neck with his teeth tightens in tandem with his balls. As she comes down from her high, the walls of her body spasming around his erection, Halsin slams into her with one final thrust. Face pressed to the sweat slick heat of her body he groans his release at last, filling her up with thick hot cords of his cum.

With great affection Halsin nuzzles her skin mindlessly in the afterglow while Tav lays boneless beneath him, her expression incandescently satiated.

They stay like that for a moment, catching their breath. Conjoined by their sex and luxuriating the culmination of their bliss. 

Until a familiar voice pipes up with intense curiosity, “But what are they doing in there?” 

“Making babies,” answers a disgusted teenager, her footsteps stomping down the hallway past the office door.

Tav and Halsin share a look before bursting into laughter. 

“Daddy Halsin?” Says their youngest, sounding as if he’s talking with his face pressed against the door. “Can I come in and see the babies?” 

“Not just now, my love,” answers Tav with a nearly hysterical edge to her voice. 

“Just a moment,” says Halsin in the same breath and catching each other’s eye, still high off their quickie, they nearly collapse into giggles all over again.  

They scramble for their clothes, wary of the unlocked door but both snickering so much Halsin has his pants on inside out and Tav is wearing his shirt when another voice drifts in.  

“Come on, Ermir,” says Yenna with a no nonsense tone. “They’ll be out soon. Babies take ages to bake.” 

“Bake?” 

“Yeah. Like in Momma Tav’s tummy.” 

“Wow,” whispers Ermir. “How does it get in there?” 

“Ummmm,” says Yenna, stumped. “I think a bird brings it?” 

“Ohhhh.” 

Their footsteps fade deeper into the house. 

Tav, hands on her hips with cum dripping down her leg gives Halsin a shrewd look. “It’s your turn for The Talk, I already had my turn with the older ones.” 

Halsin grins and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder and swatting her ass. “Anything you say, my heart. But first we should make sure the oven is well stuffed, don’t you?” 

[sorrowfulrosebud]

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔶

༺ 𝕱𝖑𝖚𝖋𝖋 ༻

❦ Hobie is 10000% the boyfriend who kisses the insides of your wrist. Imagine smushing his cheeks together to tease him and he turns the tables by pressing gentle kisses to each pulse point

❦ Loves to send you selfies of the villains he beats up with goofy captions and him posing

❦ Introduces you to his friends at the pub, proudly showing you off

❦ Then proceeds to drunkenly ramble to said friends, arm tight around your shoulder with a protective hand over your drink

❦ Is an incredible cook when he wants to make something special for you, but otherwise makes low effort meals

❦ He loves to tickle your sides when he’s behind you. He comes over to you from behind under the guise of wanting a cuddle, but a devilish grin appears as he presses his long fingers into your sides, making you ugly chortle and shove him away

❦ Hobie would 10000% do the spiderman kiss with you

❦ Protective as FUCK but doesn't show it outwardly. Like, you’ll be walking down the street and some guy would cat call you, but Hobie doesn’t say anything. His grip on your shoulder gets tighter, and it’s not till he comes back past midnight with a bloodied lip do you feel pride flush your chest

❦ He lets you sit on his lap in bed as you do his eyeliner for his upcoming show. Gentle fingers rub against your hip as he looks at you with hooded eyes, letting you smudge his eyeliner. He looks at you with a charming grin, “thanks babe,” he’d say as he kisses you deeply

❦ Hobie lets you pick his nail polish colour and watches you delicately apply it to his nails. He thinks it's adorable when your tongue sticks out in concentration or when you nibble on your lip

❦ He invites the rest of the spidey squad to come to his dimension to play cards and other games, having you sat in his lap the entire time. If you’re playing poker or something, he nudges you in an attempt to silently communicate what he should pick. He gives you the occasional discreet kiss as Gwen cackles at Pav winning go fish over Miles

❦ Soft, classical music is NOT his style at all, so don't expect him to start playing Ed Sheeran on a regular guitar. If you struggle to fall asleep, he sets you on his tummy and makes patterns on your back based on the way his fingers would position themselves on his guitar

❦ He loves causing chaos with you, be it spray painting a Winston Churchill poster or statue of another bigot, or blasting his guitar near MPs houses, he loves it when you’re there, smiling happily with him

❦ DEFINITELY THE BF TO SMACK YOUR ASS. I SAID WHAT I SAID

❦ Doesn't have a set nickname for you, usually a play on your name or “luv”

❦ The type of bf who gets really invested in his S/O’s drama. Like you could be sat sipping tea, rambling about how this bitch tried to make you feel like shit and he’s just sat proudly like “oh yah? Then what’d you do babe?” With the dopiest ass look on his face

❦ Really stinking cute when drunk. Full on ambling into his flat, making you take care of him. Loves when you clean his piercings and rub off his eyeliner

❦ “Mf, thanks babe. Eyeliner makin’ it difficult to go to sleep,” he mumbles as you prop him upright on the bed. You roll your eyes fondly as you clean him up and start cleaning his piercings

❦ Thinks it's funny as fuck to make you smell his crust jacket. Punks are known to have jackets and not wash them to make them look as grunge as possible and Hobie is no different (bc fuck consistency)

༺𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙༻

ఌ Is really stand-offish at the start of your relationship. His dislike for labels put a strain on your relationship; he would kiss you and make you feel loved, and then rip your heart out by saying you’re just friends to his pub mates

ఌ Struggles to fully take things seriously. You could be arguing over something and Hobie would just smirk, making the anger boil over. He doesn’t do it to emasculate or intimidate you, he just thinks it’s cute when you’re so passionate. This has definitely caused some worse arguments and either of you storming out

ఌ Definitely struggles with time and dates. If you arrange a date and he’s Spider-Punkin’ that day, be prepared to walk home and cry after waiting so long that the owners of the restaurant have to gently nudge you away

ఌ It can be seen as angsty or horny, but if you’re trying to start a fight or fussing over him when he’s tired, he’s not above shooting his web at your mouth to shut you up

ఌ Is low-key petrified every time he can’t get hold of you if you’re apart. He doesn’t want your death to become another canon event for him, so days where his anxiety manifest into something way deeper, he keeps you either at arms length or doesn’t let you out of his sight

ఌ Can actually be really mean in arguments if pushed far enough. Man is all for communication, but days where his mental health is struggling are usually days where his temper is short. He does his best to communicate to you that he’s not doing great but is physically fine and just needs some time, but if you keep pushing then he knows where to hit deep. (This is so so incredibly rare though)

ఌ Unintentionally gives you the silent treatment after an argument. If you had a really bad fight and he is still trying to cool off, he is in no mood to talk to anyone. I may be projecting, but I imagine Hobie is the type of person to need to be completely left alone to cool off and gets really upset again if someone tries to ask. He always wants to answer your text but sometimes forgets

ఌ Doesn’t let on but sometimes he has really bad nightmares from his role as protector of London. Sometimes it’s you getting hurt and sometimes it’s him. Either way, he wakes up in cold sweats and immediately feels for you before sighing in relief.

“Hi sweetheart, are you alright? You kept making noises in your sleep,” you murmur to him. Hobie’s eyes fluttered slightly before sinking back under the duvet with a sigh.

“Ughhhh, yeah. ‘M fine babe, jus’ a stupid bad dream,” he mutters, throwing his arm around your waist and nuzzling into your chest. Your arm wrapped around his lean tummy and rubbed soft circles to the skin.

“D’you wanna talk about it hun? I’m here for you,” you whisper softly into his ear. Hobie thought for a minute before shaking his head.

“No thanks. Not now. Jus’ lemme hold ya,” he grunts sleepily. Your fingers found a steady rhythm against his back as you heard him sigh deeply into your neck.

“I love you so much Hobes. I’m always gonna be right here, waiting for you,” you promise him. Slender fingers intertwined with yours, the slight tremble being the only movement in your dark shared bedroom. Tender but firm kisses were placed along your neck in silent thanks as the two of you slip back into dreamless slumber.

༺𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙༻

༒ Is SUPER easy to turn on. The softest of praises is enough to turn his cock rock hard, but is also a major horn dog for being degraded 🤭🤭

༒ Gets SUPER horny when he catches you wearing his jewellery and jackets. He WILL fuck you right then and there

༒ He’s more of a grunter than a moaner, unless he’s quite deep in subspace. He’s definitely not above whimpering

༒ Hobie loves to send you videos of him wanking off, angled so you can see every lustful touch and hear every choked gasp

༒ A very versatile man. Doesn’t mind whether he’s domming or subbing, or even if there’s no dynamic

༒ Some of Hobie’s biggest kinks: edging, slight overstim, light impact play, light sensory deprivation and wax play

༒ If you’re female or someone without a peeny weeny, he would definitely take some good old cock up the ass <3 the male G spot is up there for a reason!

༒ He can often get lost in pleasure if he’s penetrating you, making his thighs shake as sweat drops and he’s biting into your shoulder like a man starved

༒ Definitely skilled with his fingers 😝😝 loves to finger you until you’re shaking and crying from overstim

༒ Is such a huge brat you wouldn’t believe 🤭🤭 he doesn’t deliberately say things to rile you up, but rather small displays. Rubbing his hands up your sides, murmuring soft teasings into your ears, lingering kisses right before a mission so you end up beating a villain with fire burning in your crotch

I absolutely adore this man, send asks and thots 🤭

[domm1etae]

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

y/n x yeosang

oneshot | mdni

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On their day off, Yeosang and his lover get lost in a steamy, slow-burn moment of passion, vibing with each other’s every touch and kiss, ending with a sweet exchange of "I love you’s" that makes everything feel just right

nsfw tags under

f/m, top yeosang, reader has vagina and breasts but no pronouns used to refer to reader, sex, kissing, slow burn, make out, i love you

author's note: felt like i haven’t seen a Yeosang fic for soooo long, so I decided to write one myself, hehe. enjoy baddies!

The afternoon sun streams through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. It’s a rare day off, one of those precious moments where time seems to slow down, allowing for nothing but the pure enjoyment of each other’s company. The world outside could be bustling with noise and activity, but within the confines of this room, there’s only peace. The two of them had spent most of the day just lounging around, sharing lazy kisses and whispered conversations. There had been no rush to do anything or be anywhere, and that’s what made it perfect.

Yeosang had been especially tender today, his touches lingering, his words softer than usual. It’s as if he wanted to savor every second, to make sure that every moment spent together was etched into memory. He had always been attentive, but today, it was different—there was a quiet intensity in the way he looked at his lover, as if trying to communicate something unspoken. And it wasn’t long before those tender touches turned into something more.

Heavy pants and quiet moans fill the room as arms wrap tightly around Yeosang’s shoulders, nails digging into his bare back. His groan at the sensation is muffled against a lover's skin, but it doesn’t slow him down. If anything, it spurs him on, his lips trailing lingering kisses along the curve of a neck. Each kiss is deliberate, a reminder of how much he adores the person beneath him. His plump lips are hot against skin, just like the way he holds on while rolling his hips on top.

In this moment, every sensation feels magnified. The way his body presses down, the warmth of his breath against skin, the gentle rhythm of his hips—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. A name escapes in a whisper, “Yeosang…” Fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. The thought crosses the mind: how did they get here? The answer is clear—after an entire afternoon of making out, of exchanging heated glances and playful touches, it was only a matter of time before things escalated. The tension had been building, bubbling just beneath the surface, and when it finally broke, patience ran thin. Clothes were discarded in a flash, tossed carelessly to the floor, and after getting each other off a couple of times, this is where they ended up.

Missionary, with one lying beneath him while he sets the pace, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. It’s a familiar position, but there’s something different about it this time. Maybe it’s the way his hands can’t seem to stop roaming, or the way his eyes hold a depth of emotion that wasn’t there before. He just can’t help himself, and there isn’t a desire for him to stop for anything in the world. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a silent declaration of love, one that doesn’t need words to be understood.

“Love you…” he mutters, his lips brushing just below the earlobe before lifting his head to take in the sight of the face beneath him. Though he often gets shy when kissed, right now there’s not a trace of embarrassment on his face. His sincerity is palpable, and the intensity in his gaze is undeniable. There’s a thought that passes through his mind, one that makes his heart swell with affection—how did he get so lucky to have someone like this? Someone who understands him, who sees him for who he truly is, and loves him anyway. The thought makes him want to hold on even tighter, to never let go.

“I love you too,” comes the whispered response, a head tilting back as his lips travel down toward the chest, leaving a trail of kisses. The words hang in the air, filling the space between them with warmth and reassurance. There’s a sense of security in knowing that the feeling is mutual, that this love is something real, something worth holding onto.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs between mapping out the area from collarbones to breasts, eliciting a shudder when he sits up to let his palms glide down a lover's body. His big hands find their way to thighs, guiding legs to wrap around his hips. The way he touches, so gentle yet firm, makes the heart swell even more. There’s a thought that lingers in the back of the mind—how does he manage to be so perfect? Every movement is precise, every touch is deliberate, and it’s clear that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s in no rush, taking his time to explore every inch of skin, as if trying to memorize every detail. The burning desire behind his unhurried movements is undeniable—he knows there’s all the time in the world to spend like this, so why rush? It’s a luxury to be able to take things slow, to savor each moment, and he’s not about to waste it.

"Baby," comes a soft call, prompting him to lean in for a kiss at the corner of a waiting mouth. The gesture is so tender, so full of affection, that it makes the heart ache in the best way possible. It’s a reminder that, despite the intensity of the situation, there’s still so much love here. This isn’t just about desire or need—it’s about connection, about sharing something special with someone who means the world.

"Hm?" he hums in response, warmth radiating from his body as he presses closer, arms snaking around his torso, holding him tight. The gesture draws a chuckle, and Yeosang brings a hand to a lover's face, thumb brushing gently across a cheek. "I love you," he repeats, capturing lips in a deep kiss, setting a slow, savoring pace. Every moment feels cherished, leaving one wanting even more. There’s a thought that flits through the mind—how can something feel this good? How can one person make everything else fade away, leaving only this moment, this connection, as the center of the universe? The thought is fleeting, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly loved.

"I have an idea," he says, breaking the kiss to reach for hands that were clasped behind his back. There’s a moment of anticipation, of wondering what he’s planning, but before the thought can fully form, fingers are already intertwined, pinning the lover down on the bed. The action sends a thrill through the body, a shiver of excitement mixed with a deep, abiding trust. "Is that okay?" he asks softly, receiving a nod in response. There’s a thought that passes through the mind—a realization that there’s no one else in the world who could be trusted this completely, who could make them feel so safe, so cherished.

As if given the go-ahead, he begins rolling his hips again, slow and deliberate. The thrusts are so intense that it’s not long before the pleasure overwhelms, leaving the head spinning. The sensations are almost too much, too intense, but at the same time, it’s exactly what’s needed. There’s a thought that surfaces—this is what it means to be loved, to be completely and utterly consumed by someone who knows every part, every secret, and still chooses to stay. It’s a thought that makes the heart race, that sends a rush of warmth through the body.

"Y-Yeosang..." the name is mewled quietly, brows knitting together as the sensations take over. There’s no point in holding back now—everything is too intense, too overwhelming to keep it all inside.

"Louder," he urges, each thrust making it harder to hold back. "Let me hear you." The request is impossible to deny, and soon the room is filled with the sounds of pleasure, each moan met with a matching sound from him. There’s a fleeting thought—why hold back when this feels so good? Why not let go completely, give in to the sensations, and trust that everything will be okay? It’s a thought that lingers, even as the pleasure builds, rising to a crescendo.

As another climax builds, his pace quickens, signaling that he’s close too. There’s a sense of urgency now, a need to reach that peak together, to share in the ultimate expression of love and desire. "Baby... 'm gonna cum..." comes the breathless confession, met with a strained "me too." The words are barely out before everything comes crashing down, the intensity of the moment leaving them both breathless and spent. A few more swift thrusts, and both are undone, collapsing beside each other.

Silence falls as they lie flat on their backs, hands still intertwined, saying nothing. There’s no need for words—the connection between them speaks louder than anything that could be said. A thumb begins to trace circles on the back of his hand, a soothing gesture that brings a sense of calm. When heads turn, eyes meet in a gaze filled with fondness. There’s a thought that passes through the mind—a realization that this is what true love feels like. It’s not always about grand gestures or declarations; sometimes, it’s the quiet moments like this that mean the most.

"I love you," is whispered softly, bringing a shared smile. Yeosang brings the hand up to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the knuckles before replying,

"Me too." The words are simple, but they carry the weight of everything that has been shared, everything that is yet to come. And in that moment, lying there together, there’s a sense of contentment, of knowing that this is exactly where they’re meant to be.

[anashins]

Could we get a ocxJaehyun where he’s kinda insecure cos oc doesn’t show she’s jealous (just not a situation where he tries to make her jealous on purpose pls🥺) and when he confronts her about it she’s like “you have no idea how jealous I am, I mean look at yourself 😭😭😭” so the rest of the story may be smth fluffy like healthy communication or just smut lmao.

Pls <3

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: light angst, fluff, romance, a bit suggestive in the end

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: After posting a picture of you and your male best friend, your boyfriend turns very jealous. After all, you're always so casual about his life, so he assumes the reason behind is that you don't find him attractive and wait for someone better to come around. If only he knew.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I went through this 2 days ago with my bf, this hit very close to home haha

“Having dinner with my best friend in the whole wide world!”

Jaehyun read the caption on your Instagram story post over and over again while his stomach dropped in the process.

The fact that the photo you had posted did not only show food, but a guy having his arm around your shoulder while you were leaning close to him put him into a rage. And his members were his target. 

Jaehyun tossed his phone back into his bag and returned to the others who were currently learning a new choreography. By the change of his facial expression alone, Taeyong could tell that his mood had entirely shifted within an instant - something that unfortunately happened too many times lately.

“What’s wrong?”

he asked with his serious leader-voice, having predicted the outcome of this situation already and wanting to prevent it at all cost. There was no way Jaehyun would disturb the entire dance practice with his jealous mood again.

“Nothing.”

How he stood there though, with the corners of his lips facing downwards, eyes dark and arms folded across his chest, now everyone was alarmed and the leader had to look over their friendship for once and put Jaehyun in his place. Again.

“If it’s nothing, then act like it. We have a concert coming up,” Taeyong addressed him. “Otherwise I will have to send you away.”

Jaehyun just grumbled something, but remained silent. His friends rather had him silent than taking it out on everyone though, which was why nobody talked to him for the remaining hours again.

When practice was over, Taeyong walked up to him and took him aside.

“I’m telling you this not only as your leader anymore, but as your friend too, okay? Talk it out with her. Either that or you won’t be allowed on your phone during practice, Jaehyun. I’m serious. Everytime something like this happens, your mood is eating you up and everyone feels it. You can’t concentrate, you can’t memorize the moves, you cannot work with the others. This has to end.”

“I’m sorry.” Jaehyun dropped his head along with his shoulders, and Taeyong felt guilty, but he had to do what he was supposed to do. 

He patted his friend’s back. “It’ll be fine.” And with a grin, he added, “I mean, look at you. You’re Jeong Jaehyun. You don’t have any rivals.”

-

“Hey, how was your day?” you asked Jaehyun after entering his apartment.

You were in a relatively good mood as you had had a great day with your best friend who was visiting the country for a month, and since he was living abroad the majority of the time, you tried spending so much with each other as possible.

The possibility of it irking Jaehyun had only crossed your mind when he started commenting on the photos you posted kind of snarky like “Oh, you’re out together again today?”, but since he hadn’t said anything directly, you had just brushed this feeling off.

Today though, he didn’t look good at all, it was written all over his face, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it with a fake smile that he usually reserved for cringy fancalls. 

“Are you okay?” you asked when you followed him into the living room. “You can tell me, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just…” He took a deep breather. “I haven’t heard from you all day.” 

“I’m sorry, I was busy. You know I’m rarely on my phone when I'm with people. I don’t want them to feel like I prioritize anything else over my time with them.”

He shrugged. “But there is always enough time to post on your Instagram story.”

Jaehyun could have bitten into his own tongue as he was usually very composed, but before he could redeem himself, you had already put the puzzle pieces together. 

He was jealous.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m just-’”

You got on your tiptoes and cupped his face. “Jaehyun… please tell me exactly what’s wrong. You know there is nothing to worry about since he has a girlfriend too and that’s just how we are together. I always told you that.” 

He averted his eyes, but you remained yours. “You’re always so casual and excited about everything. You like all my posts, my stories, comment encouragingly and supportingly on them, no matter when and no matter with who. Even if I don’t find time to reply to you, even if something holds me back from returning you the same energy. Am I the only one who cares?”

“Care about what?”

“That someone might take you away from me.”

“Jaehyun…” You tilted your head. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you never reacted the same way as I. No matter where I am, what I do or what kind of videos and pictures pop up online. You never seem to be bothered, and yet here I am, not being able to return this feeling, because even when a guy looks at you, I want to get you out of his eyesight. Does it mean I’m just not that attractive in your eyes, so you’re not worried at all? I genuinely want to know.”

Your mouth stood open over the fact that your boyfriend, possibly almost every girl in your age range’s ideal type, was assuming you didn’t find him handsome. His perfect face, that graced screens, placards, phones and everyone could stare at whenever and how often they wanted. He thought he wasn’t attractive, because you didn’t show jealousy.

Of course you were jealous as hell.

You brushed with your thumbs over his cheeks, trying to ease him. “Every day, so many people get to see this handsome face and experience your kind character. Just look at yourself. Of course I’m jealous too. Sometimes, especially when you’re touring, they see you more often than I, and I get to backtrack everything online, what you’re doing and saying, after them, after strangers. And the things they write… I don’t want to see, but I cannot close my eyes. At times, the pain gets so unbearable that I have to log off and trust that you eventually call me and tell me about everything.”

Jaehyun frowned and his former dark mien shifted into a frown. “I didn’t know all that.”

“Of course you wouldn’t know, because would that benefit me in any way? No. I trust you and only you. Everyone else doesn’t matter. I don’t have any influence, so I try to distance myself from it. So, I’m sorry if you ever feel like I don’t find you attractive enough, because I don’t show it in that kind of way. It’s just… I will always get painfully reminded that so many other people feel that way too. And every single one of them would take you away from me in an instant if they ever get the opportunity.”

"Nobody will.”

“I know.”

Something inside Jaehyun cracked when he saw you being so honest and also so confident about it. So, you were feeling the same about the other, you just had different ways to express and cope with it. 

Jaehyun took your hand into his and kissed your palm. “I’m sorry for being so insecure sometimes and not having more faith. We love each other, we want to be with each other, I shouldn’t make you feel down with my problem. I should be more like you. It’s the healthier way. Please show me how.”

“Baby steps,” you told him and took his hand into yours. “But first, let me prove to you how attractive I find you.”

“Maybe it will take you more than one time to convince me.”

“That’s fine.”

[kaelidascope]

Fandom and LGBTQ Hostility and My Experiences Trying to Exist in Both Spaces Online

I came into these spaces with a very strict rule that I would not react or do anything cancel-worthy out of an overabundance of caution. Digital footprints are dangerous. The things you say online will follow you around forever. I know that first hand. I’ve bottled up and stayed silent about a lot of things I’ve either witnessed first-hand or experienced because I was trying to maintain a clean online persona. I’m not an ‘airing out dirty laundry’ type person. 

In light of recent events however, it’s gotten so bad that I can no longer sit here and not say something about how I feel. I’m disappointed and frustrated with the experiences I’ve had both in fandom and LGBTQ+ spaces and I can’t be complacent. I’m tired of getting treated like this, I’m fed up and I’m not going to put up with it anymore. I feel it’s important I voice what I’ve been watching and what’s happened and how I’m not going to tolerate it anymore by calling it out first hand. 

This is a two-topic rant. They overlap in some instances, but it directly has to do with how fandoms behave in general towards each other on Twitter and Tumblr, and also how absolutely hostile LGBTQ+ individuals are nowadays to each other on the same platforms. 

I come from a different generation and a different social media platform. I wasn’t on Twitter and Tumblr until last year. I’m not dismissing the fact that I may have missed out on decades worth of culture and social expectation. The places where I come from aren’t exactly fantastic either, but at least here, more queer people are interacting with each other with shared interests much more widely than in places like DeviantArt. The amount of culture and information I’ve absorbed in one year is more than I ever had within the past twenty years. It should be a good thing, and I’m disappointed that it wasn’t. 

This is not the way I wanted to come out online to anyone. I’ve been figuring out where I sit on the gender and sexuality spectrum for a while now. I will not document a specific timeline for anyone because that’s nobody’s business but my own. Within the last year, I took a massive stride forward in exploring things I legally didn’t think I was allowed to. I expected backlash from cishets and the usual thing I see LGBTQ+ folks write essays over, about how the world hates us, but at least we have each other. Shockingly, the backlash didn’t come from straight people. It came from other queers. 

I am 27 years old and I am entirely self-sufficient. I’m mixed Puerto Rican living in a red state. English wasn’t even my first language. I don’t have a network, so I’m teaching myself these things. I'm asking questions. I'm reading materials and expressions of self-experience and self-identity through fanworks and other autobiographical content. I'm actively trying to seek community and support through transgender and non-binary individuals with shared interests and so far all I've been met with is hostility and assumptions. So much so that I've now been made to feel like I'm on a timeline to figure it out so I can have a well-practiced, short introduction to copy and paste to every person who comes across me. And the only reason I even need one is so that they can make the decision to pass judgement over whether or not I'm allowed to speak, write, draw, wear, act, breathe the things I do. I'm disappointed. I'm anxious. I honestly feel more shoved into the closet now than I ever did before and I shouldn't be. Nobody should be treated this way when trying to figure out who they are. I probably won't even get an apology for the things that were said to me, either. I pride myself on the extraordinary caution I take to be politically correct, vetted through reputable sources, and as close to authentic as possible. And yet somehow I’m still getting called things like terf, transmisogynistic, triggering, when I’m fucking trans myself and all of my content gets vetted/REQUESTED by trans individuals. I get promised up and down that people are kind and welcoming in these sorts of spaces and honey, they aren’t. The people you choose to be friends with aren't as inclusive and friendly as you think they are. You don’t even know me and what body parts I have. The fact that you need to know in order to decide whether or not to treat me with respect is telling of an internal issue that has nothing to do with me. 

I have no reference point. I live in a place where laws ban anything gender and trans. I have no local resources or community. I've barely met any LGBTQ people in person. If I have, they never came out publicly. Most of my queer exposure has been online, and the fact that I've seen nothing but angry, mean, exclusive and discriminating behavior without any sort of reasoning why other than selfish defensiveness, I don't know where else I'm supposed to go for support. Something a lot of you guys need to take into retrospect is anyone who identifies as LGBTQ gets shot where I live. We have sundown towns here. If you don’t even know what that is, good, but also that’s telling of your privilege that you need to consider when talking to others not from blue states. I didn’t grow up in an environment where we had these highly liberal culture points and the word ‘gay’ was never allowed to be said out loud. We did not have gay clubs in school. I'm about as fucking late to this as you possibly can get. The only reason I know anything about our history, representation, and barely anything about what's socially acceptable and what's not, is because of the internet. So many of you had the privilege of being exposed to this information as young as under the age of 10. I didn’t. Sue me for not immediately knowing what every gender label means right off the bat. Half that stuff isn’t even legal here. 

I can't believe it's boiled down to the fact that I have to somehow justify my existence on this Earth and give an explanation that fits into predetermined boxes just to do anything to engage with other people. I have no time or space to figure it out. I’m disorganized and overwhelmed because I can’t ask questions about ‘can butches do this?’ ‘How versatile is transmasc/transfem?’ ‘Am I more genderqueer or do I fit under the trans umbrella?’ Gender and identity is fluid and ever changing. I have actually seen people harp and attack individuals for "defaulting" or "detransitioning" when they change their mind after giving this big coming out speech. It’s like support on these platforms is entirely conditional and a one-time thing. Y'all really expect people to wear the first style of shirt they buy for the rest of their life? Are we not allowed to do anything unless we know for sure? How’s college working out for you, for those who believe this mindset?

The vocally aggressive ones who use big words that contradict their statements can do, say, and be whatever they want.  But people like me can't. The ones who have to straight pass in public to keep their jobs and maintain their life safely. Some of us have been on our own since 19 with no family support. Consider the environment someone lives in before assigning your harsh assumptions. I can’t just change myself on a whim without doing significant damage control. Half the jobs I work for don’t even allow unnatural hair colors. If we list our pronouns as anything other than our assigned sex at birth, it causes legality issues with taxes. The way I have to navigate how to explore my identity and also keep a roof over my head and my bills paid may seem highly conservative to most. It’s in no way shape or form meant to reflect disrespect on how others live and express themselves. I am doing the best with the environment I have. The way I do things is not meant to be read as a message of ‘you’re doing it wrong because you’re not doing it the way I do.’ None of us are wrong. That should not be the subliminal message here. 

You know someone actually challenged me on that? Saying I was being harmful for purposefully straight presenting in public? Please research your country and state specific laws before you say that to me. If I could afford to live somewhere safer and queer-friendly, this conversation would be different. I am working on getting the fuck out of this state. But I don’t have a partner or parents money to default on. I’m doing this by myself. It’s not impossible, just a slow process. 

I'm disappointed and fed up. I've reached my limit, and I don't really care anymore if someone uses this essay to try and cancel me 5 or 10 years from now when the world goes through another gender renaissance of terms and identities. I will not put up with being treated like this when you refuse to listen to anyone else other than the sound of your own voice. I’m trying my best to learn, adapt, and express myself. I do not need to be lectured or be called derogatory things just because you think I’m coming from a malicious place.  

It’s not just about the hostility and gate-keeping behavior exhibited in online queer spaces. The same exact thing happens in fandom spaces too. People get pissy about queer headcanons and presentations so much to the point of taking it upon themselves to police the fandom and scrub it clean of “impurities.” I’ve watched y’all go through people's social media pages for any type of ammunition for justification of a personal grievance. It shocks me how much hyperfixation gets put on specific and morally harmless things when there are people out there writing diabolical shit way worse than what I have to offer. And y’all happily support them too but bark at me about what I make cus that author fits your social criteria and you assumed I didn’t. Don't think I'm ignorant to every single scrap of hate mail and harassment I've gotten over the past year and a half in my inboxes. Including the passive aggressive posts about my work, vague tweets, and discussions about me in discord servers. Over what? Have you actually read my work? If it’s actually as problematic as you say it is, provide me with a modern and unbiased example why this particular scene and execution is harmful. And not because you got triggered or disliked the kink, or read the summary/tags and assumed it was something it’s not. I don’t know how much more caution tape, massive warnings, obvious clear-cut tags (that were provided to me by queer individuals to PUT on there in the first place) out of insane amounts of caution I can do. I have always been willing to provide spoilers and explicit details in case someone is unsure how they’ll be affected by something I make. If you already don’t like it based on my warnings, that’s always been more than okay! My work is not for everyone. I’m getting tired of politely and respectfully saying please move on, because the message seems to be getting lost in translation. So let me be clear; 

Get off my pages if you don’t like what I make. It’s not for you. It will never be for you. Dead dove. DO NOT EAT. PREFERRED DEMOGRAPHIC 25+ ADULT CONTENT RATED E FOR EXPLICIT. I can recommend so many other fantastic creators with better suited content for you! If I could hide my content behind a roped off section deliberately keeping you from seeing it, I would. BLOCK ME. 

If your response to this section is ‘well then just don’t write it’. Honey, there’s people out here in the RWBY fandom writing trans incest actively commenting on all your shit and you respond back. A magic grimm-goo strap and monster smut featuring a transfem character (again, requested by literally 3 trans people and WRITTEN by one) should be the least of your worries. 

I have actively chosen not to address the harassment and hate mail, because it's sad that half of you hate me so much you need to make a point of telling me so regularly. I sincerely hope moving on with your lives will grant you peace of mind. Truly.

This is why I barely interact with anyone. Nothing but hostility, harassment, and expectation to behave in ways I cannot emotionally commit to. I am exhausted, uninspired, and have such a bad taste in my mouth it's proving extremely difficult to want to do anything creative. It’s been worse with my recent exploration of my gender identity. Opening one door to write about certain things somehow, miraculously, closes ones I previously existed in. I’m practically getting kicked out if I’m not 100% one way or another. I don’t go out of my way to shove my content down your throats. Why you feel the need to come to me and tell me you dislike my existence because you read it, despite me stating this is not for everyone and probably not for you, doesn’t have anything to do with me. Idk what else I can do. Disappear off the face of the planet, I guess. That seems to be what the overall solution is when y’all find something you don’t like. I can't believe I witnessed grown adults in their mid twenties with self-proclaimed senses of rightness start a trend on Twitter to go through people's mutuals and their likes to see if they’re socially acceptable in Fandom spaces or not. That was fucking ridiculous. And especially not fair to those who had their private accounts leaked and put on blast when it was already behind an vetted follower wall. Believe it or not, people draw weird, lewd, diabolical shit. They’re actually being responsible by putting it behind a paywall, or some type of ‘proof of age before following’ requirement. It falls on the people who go on there, take screenshots, and post them publicly for minors and non-consenting individuals to see without filters what was previously hidden. It’s irresponsible and immature. 

For fear of getting canceled by the Fandom, I moved all 600+ accounts I was following onto a private alt. I don't interact with my main anymore. I went so far into hiding and didn’t dare share anything about liking content made by people I wasn’t allowed to like, because that’s how cruel it is out here. It's honestly stupid I even felt like I had to do that. For what? People glazed over the brief moment of drama within a few weeks and went right back to posting the same shit they always have. They find new things to gossip about on their privs. New enemies to cancel on Twitter. New things to deem problematic and attack. 

I will be heard with this letter. I don’t care to be associated with anyone who treats people like this. I don’t believe in it, I won’t support it, and I’d rather have a small circle of people who won’t be rude or attack other people for existing. I’m not going to sit here and take the abuse any longer. Leave me in peace. There is no reason any of this should be happening. 

This is not meant to undermine the support I have gotten from the few who know what I'm going through and have given me the space to figure it out. I appreciate every question answered and insight provided as much as your abilities allow. I'm so grateful for it. I just wish it wasn't 2 people while everyone else is an asshole.

[arc852]

Childhood Friends

Summary: Jimmy always thought it was weird how close Grian and Joel were despite only meeting a month before he met them.

Turns out, Jimmy got the origins of their first meeting wrong.

Warnings: brief mention of feeling hurt

Word Count: 1498

AO3 Link

Sorry for not actually writing their first meeting but I liked the idea of Jimmy not actually knowing how they really met and finding out by them telling him. I may write their actual first meeting some day but for right now, I like how this reveals it!

I hope you guys enjoy!

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 There was something that Jimmy always thought was weird but never really brought up. And that was how Grian and Joel interacted with each other. They were obviously really close, especially with the way they were able to have silent conversations with each other, something that still freaked Jimmy out a bit whenever he noticed. But it didn’t really make any sense. If the two had met on the first day of school, that had only been a month or so before they met Jimmy. 

 It was a bit weird but Jimmy always just went along with it. After all, he got really close with Grian and Joel after only a few weeks. It was possible they just hit it off really well when they first met.

 That was what Jimmy chose to believe, up until one night when they were all hanging out and the topic of their childhoods came up. “And then Mr. Peters gave me detention on top of all that!” Joel exclaimed with a huff, wrapping up his story of how he got in trouble for pulling a prank that ended up backfiring on him. Both Grian and Jimmy laughed at the story, though Grian’s was a bit more subdued.

 “Oh yeah! I think I remember that happening. You probably should have done it in someone else’s class, Mr. Peters was always a stickler.” Grian commented. 

 Joel sighed, placing his chin in his hand as he leaned on his crossed legs. “Well yeah, but that’s why I did it to him in the first place.”

 Jimmy blinked, his laughter petering off as he glanced between the two humans. It was said so casually that Jimmy almost missed the implications of it. “Wait, you two…knew each other back then?”

 Grian and Joel’s attention fell onto him, sitting atop Joel’s nightstand. Joel’s eyebrows furrowed though he was still smiling. “Yeah? Grian and I have known each other since we were, like, 6.”

 Jimmy felt his entire view of the two of them spin on its head. “I…I didn’t know that.”

 “Really?” Grian asked, sharing a glance with Joel. “I kind of thought it was obvious.” They weren’t making fun or teasing him, Jimmy could tell it was a genuine thought. That didn’t make him feel any less embarrassed though.

 “Well I just-I just assumed you guys met at the start of college. Most roommates do. And besides, you two live like 8 hours apart! What was I supposed to think?” Jimmy said, trying his best to defend himself despite not being attacked on the subject.

 Grian hummed, leaning back against his desk chair. “I guess that’s fair. My family and I moved during my sophomore year of high school.”

 “Yeah, we were so sad when we found out. It was a hard goodbye.” Joel chimed in, thinking back on that time. It had definitely been hard, having his best friend move so far away. 

 “Oh.” Jimmy supposed that made sense. “So, what happened when Grian moved?” If they were borrowers, then something like moving would pretty much be the end of any sort of relationship. Borrowers had no way to communicate long distance and it was too dangerous to go and try to visit. But Jimmy knew humans had phones and things in order to keep in touch.

 “We kept it touch for the most part, although during our senior year we barely talked if at all.” Joel said.

 That was surprising to hear for Jimmy. “Really? Why?”

 Grian shrugged. “We were really busy. It sucks but we just really didn’t have the time to chat with everything going on.”

 “It’s actually really funny.” Joel said with a grin. “We had no idea the other was going to college here.”

 “Seriously?” Jimmy said with wide eyes.

 “Yeah, imagine our surprise when I walked into my assigned dorm and I saw Grian already there unpacking.” Joel said with an even wider grin. It was still crazy to think about even now, the coincidence of that even happening.

 Jimmy seemed to be thinking the same thing if his shocked expression was anything to go by. “That’s…actually insane.”

 “Right?” Grian said with a chuckle. “But yeah, we’ve known each other for years.”

 “I guess that does explain a lot.” Jimmy said. “I was always wondering how you two seemed so close for people who met a month before we did.”

 “Well, now you know.” Grian said and then moved his hand over to ruffle Jimmy’s hair with a finger. Jimmy let out a small screech of (fake) annoyance and tried to push Grian’s hand away. Grian, however, didn’t give in. Instead, moving his hand from Jimmy’s head to his entire body, scooping the borrower up. Jimmy yelped as his back was pressed up against Grian’s palm, fingers curling in.

 Jimmy gave one last push against the fingers around him before settling down. Grian brought him closer and grinned at him. “Giving up already?” Grian teased and Jimmy rolled his eyes.

 “No. For your information I wanted to be held, thank you very much.” Jimmy said with a huff.

 Joel watched this exchange with a smile, looking back and forth between his two best friends. “You know,” Joel started, getting Grian and Jimmy’s attention back. “I wonder what it would have been like if we found Jimmy as kids.”

 Grian blinked and looked down at Jimmy, all wrapped up in his hand. It was a weird thing to think about, meeting Jimmy way back when. Would things have gone down similarly? 

 Since Grian was watching Jimmy so closely, he noticed when Jimmy winced a bit. Confused by Jimmy’s reaction, Grian decided to call him out on it. “What’s wrong? Don’t think you could have kept up with us as kids?” Grian said in a teasing manner.

 “No, I just…” Jimmy trailed off, looking off somewhere in the distance as his grip around Grian’s finger tightened. Just enough where Grian could feel it. “Kids are dangerous to borrowers. More so than adults usually.”

 Joel’s eyes widened at what Jimmy was getting at. “So…what? You think something would have happened if we met as kids?” Joel tried not to feel hurt, knowing kids could be very careless, but it was hard.

 Jimmy shrugged, feeling a bit awkward talking about it. “I’m not saying for sure but…it’s possible.”

 Grian hummed, his eyes narrowed in thought at Jimmy’s words. He wanted to say he had been a pretty careful kid, that if they had met Jimmy way back when then nothing bad would have happened. But…he couldn’t. None of them had any way of knowing how things could have gone. And if Grian and Joel had reacted so poorly in the first place to Jimmy as adults then…

 Well, maybe it was best not to think about those what ifs.

 Grian stood up from his desk chair, pushing it back toward his desk as he all but fell onto Joel’s bed next to him, being careful of Jimmy still tucked in his hand. He brought said hand up to chest level and out enough where Joel could clearly see Jimmy as well. “Well, none of that really matters anyway. We’re here and we’re friends and that’s all that matters.” Grian said, trying to bring the subject down to a close.

 Thankfully, it worked.

 Jimmy smiled and nodded, his previous demeanor gone. “Yeah, you’re right.”

 Grian could tell Joel didn’t seem as quick to let things go. Still not really over what Jimmy had insinuated. But Grian gave Joel a look that said they would talk later, without Jimmy present, and Joel sighed. Grian’s sign that Joel wouldn’t say anything for the time being. Instead, Joel looked down at Jimmy and, despite his hurt, he gave a genuine smile. “Yeah.” Joel agreed with the two and then reached out his hand.

 Grian allowed Joel to take Jimmy from him, watching fondly as Joel held Jimmy close in the palm of his hand. “Besides, we act like we’ve been friends for years anyway. I don’t think it would have made much of a difference if we met earlier or not.”

 Jimmy blinked and thought that over. “Huh. I guess you’re right.” Obviously there were some things that would get even better with time. Jimmy still found himself a little nervous sometimes around Grian and Joel. The size difference was just…very big. But Jimmy thinks, eventually, even that little bit of instinctual nervousness would go away.

 Grian glanced back and forth between the two with a grin. “...Did I tell you about the time in junior year when I pranked the school council president by growing wild mushrooms in his locker?”

 Both of his friends’ attention turned to him, eyes wide with astonishment. “Wait, seriously?” Joel said with a grin.

 “Okay, you have to tell us this story.” Jimmy said, shifting slightly in Joel’s hand to get more comfortable.

 Grian hummed and thought back to that time. “Well, it really all started when Scar won the election…”

[luneariaa]

✧ getting through class.

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : { ps5 } harry osborn x fem! reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 1k+

✰ ��𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : harry and you communicate through small notes during class.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader mentioned math to be one of her greatest enemy, other than that, none aside from fluff!

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 💌

It's still in the middle of the day, but the number of times you've quietly yawned during the current lesson is pretty concerning. Probably could be considered as your own punishment since you barely got any sleep last night due to the stack of homework.

Mathematics, or in other terms, one of your greatest enemy. It doesn't help the fact that the class feels super slow, and boring as well, which made it harder for you to concentrate.

You clearly aren't too fond of the subject itself, yet you still tried your best to stay awake for the sake of it-- you sure as heck don't want to risk anything further.

Harry silently observed your actions from his seat, which is just next to yours. By the looks of his expression, he's well aware on how you seemed to be struggling to stay conscious but wouldn't dare to do anything else regarding to it since it's still in the middle of the lesson.

Neither of you dared to disrupt the pervaded stillness within the class at the moment, so Harry took the opportunity to slip a small note to you, after he has scrawled something on it.

'Hey, you look tired. You okay?'

Your attention shifted downwards at the paper, even taking immediate notice of the small doodle of a cat, which is just beside his words. It's adorable, actually, that it even managed to draw out a grin on your face; replying to the same note while putting a book in front of you to make it appear as if you're reading.

'Uh-huh. Really sleepy.'

'The cat is so cute though.'

You passed the note to him after, even doodling a small bird next to the cat as well. A smile is present upon Harry's lips when he sees your reply.

'You're gonna make me catch feelings for you again.'

The look of pure amusement was plastered across your features at this, letting out a subtle smirk.

'Well, I love you too.'

It's not entirely a lie, so you nonchalantly wrote that in purpose.

Once the note is within his grasp, he could feel his heart pounding wildly, even from such a casual type of reply. But still, it's not something that either of you would blatantly tell one another; finding it harder to express it verbally for some reason that's rather stay untold for now.

'I love you times two.'

Harry doodled another, smaller cat, but this time he used a different coloured pen. Throughout the times when those small notes got exchanged, the teacher-- Mrs. Johnson, didn't seem to notice. Even the other students are either that unbothered or simply lazy to care.

'Silly. You know you can just like, talk to me, y'know? We literally sit next to each other.'

But maybe, you're the silly one too. A chuckle was elicited from you, but it's not too loud enough to gain any possible attention within the class. He knows that what you've written is only the mere truth, but--

'I know, but where is the fun in that?'

'And plus, your smile looks so pretty for me to stare at.'

Oh, so now he decided to sound all corny, right on top of the note as a proof? His words just prompted you to beam at him, while keeping your own gaze from his side. And God, he swears-- Harry swears that you looked beyond perfect from that angle; you always do. But it just hits different right at this moment, and he doesn't even know how to explain it himself.

His eyes; his very own eyes, which consists of an amazing combination of the freshly, well-alive forest and the bright sunlight itself, bore onto your figure; not even realizing that he had spent his several minutes off to simply admire you, whose head are already rested atop of the desk ahead.

Harry wouldn't dare to admit it out loud, but if simply gazing at you was a hobby, then he'd be wanting to fully dedicate himself to you. Such a sight for sore eyes; the mere sight of you put all those museums and living arts into shame.

After the realization struck him back into reality, he wrote something in a rather quick fashion, before handed it over to you.

'Your head's going to hurt from resting on the desk like that.'

But before you got any chance to write out your answer, he casually, yet delicately pull you closer; allowing your head to rest upon his shoulder. Your eyes widened at his sudden actions in astonishment, not expecting such a move from him at all.

His fingers would tenderly brush atop of your head, quietly humming in satisfaction by how the whole ordeal turned out to be.

When you managed to regain your composure, you gave him a sly grin, poking the side of his nose. "Down bad behavior."

A tad bit surprised expression crosses over his features-- blinking his eyes several times from the nose poking, and his cheeks started to redden as everything around them suddenly got completely silenced out from sight.

"Not down bad if the feeling is mutual though."

But deep down?

Your words truly struck him as the mere truth, especially right in this situation. He wouldn't even dare to make any attempts to say anything opposite from it, knowing that it would be quite pointless.

He's into deep, and there's no turning back at this point.

Unfortunately, the moment doesn't last long when the teacher started to call out on you both.

"Are you two going to study, or continue flirting and playing around with each other? If so, not in my class." Mrs. Johnson's tone was filled with displease, glaring at the both of you while speaking those words. Out of nervousness, it made you immediately adjusted your sitting position properly once again.

Harry snapped out from his deep thoughts the moment Mrs. Johnson's voice rang through the air.

"Sorry, we're studying." He speaks up, partly on your behalf as well, nodding slightly as he spared a fleeting glance over your face-- which has a tinge of crimson on it.

"Alright." She sighs, "If I catch you two repeating those again, you both are going to get detention. Is that clear?"

You both simply nodded, still feeling utterly embarrassed by the whole thing-- especially by the sounds of the other student's laughter, and some other stifling it, clearly directed to you and Harry.

Once the teacher averts her attention elsewhere, Harry sends you another note.

'Detention with you? Sounds like a plan.'

He can't be serious. You rolled your eyes while outrightly muttered at him, pinching his hand that's under the desk, but not too hard. "Shut up."

A muffled snort could be heard out from him, amused by your own response. Even your expression, which is a mixture of bewilderment and a flustered one seemed to just fuel him further, finding it comical in a way.

"Make me."

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.

[buckyshand]

I am so very in love with you

Warnings: typical TWD plots

Era: season 5/After Terminus??

Prompt: I am so very in love with you

Pronouns: she/her

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request by: @crustless-toast and anon

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The Governor destroyed the entire prison. That was something Rick’s group was worried about. Why would they expect something like that though? Rick and his group destroyed Woodbury and killed so many of his people. Then the Governor mysteriously disappeared, not being able to find him, Michonne would look for him with Daryl occasionally taking part of the search.

In the end, Daryl gave up while Michonne didn't. And now? The prison has been destroyed and Rick’s group split apart, no one knows for sure if the others are alive.

Y/n found herself alone with no one, nothing. She no longer had the will to live due to not knowing wether or not the others were alright. who knows if Daryl, the man she had her eyes on was even alive. Y/n blames herself constantly for not being able to profess her feelings for him. It was like love at first sight, falling head over heels for the charismatic yet dirty man that showed up at the farm that day.

Y/n has lost many people she cared deeply about, her two sisters - Maggie and Beth, her father Hershel, her relatives and many more people. She was determined to find out wether or not Daryl and the others were alive.

She wanders along the road with no location particular in mind, occasionally chuckling to herself in a sad manner when recalling all the fun memories she once experienced. from when her, Beth and Maggie went to hair salons and rode on horses together, to when she took care of her younger siblings. Damn the Governor and this whole apocalypse. Though impossible, Y/n hopes every day that everything will return to normal, she hopes that this is just a bad dream and when she wakes up, someone will be there to comfort her. Y/n hopes to meet Daryl again and be able to confess her feelings.

Y/n was brought out of her thoughts by the sounds of walker groans, pulling out the knife from her belt, She kills the walker to prevent more from showing up. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, more walkers started to show up and before she could react, a walker managed to tackle her to the ground. Fortunately she had a loaded gun on her, Y/n quickly took out the walker before killing the others.

Groaning, Y/n shoves the walker off herself before standing up and dusting her clothes. If they weren’t blood stained before, now they certainly were. Her heart beating fast from all the adrenaline, the only thing on her mind was yet again Daryl. She wonders, why didn't she confess or wasn't able to? Was she afraid of rejection? Was she afraid of becoming attached just to lose someone she cared about again? The reasons were endless.

The nervous woman continues to walk along the tracks, noticing some sort of sign a short distance away from her. she quickly sprints to the sign, ''SANCTUARY FOR ALL COMMUNITY FOR ALL THOSE WHO ARRIVE SURVIVE'' it reads. Y/n glances at the map below the words, ''TERMINUS'' is marked on the beige map. Y/n doesn't know if she should trust it but something in her tells her that if Daryl and/or the others survived and saw this, they would go there and so Y/n has decided to make her way to Terminus.

———

The (h/c) haired girl walks silently through the forest, wanting to stay near possible food and water sources, she sees on the tracks that there is another map to Terminus. Y/n knew she was on the right track. After walking for hours, she knew it would be getting dark soon. She slowly came out of the forest and suddenly saw a smaller wooden hut. Smiling to herself, Y/n made her way to the front door of the house.

But suddenly, hearing someone yelling there and a baby crying. As she got closer, she could hear at least bits of something they were shouting at each other.

“Back off!” The unknown man shouted, so loud that it attracted two walkers.

Y/n walked slowly and quietly to the house, mentally noting to herself to not make any noise that would attract the walkers. just as Y/n warned herself, she stepped on a small stick causing it to make crunching noise. thankfully, the walkers didn't seem to pay any attention to her as they continued to bang on the house. silently cursing to herself, she tries not to make any sudden movements that would attract the walkers.

the screams were getting louder and louder. Y/n heard a familiar voice, the voice of a good friend from the prison, Tyreese.

“Please. Don’t hurt her!” He said loudly in fear.

Those words were probably aimed at the crying baby, the only baby she remembered was Judith. Y/n was afraid that Judith had died, but it seems that Tyreese saved her.

“Dammit, they're both in danger..” She thought to herself.

She knew she had to do something to save them. Y/-n's mind was racing back and forth trying to quickly think of a plan that wouldn't result in the death of more people she cared about. She needed to kill the walkers in a quiet way that wouldn't draw more attention to the house. Self doubt hit Y/n like a fire truck, would she really be able to do this?

“I have to try at least.” She sighed

She had to mentally prepare herself. Now it was about risking not only her life, but two others. Two people she cared about.

Now with the ready knife in her hand, she slowly walked towards the first walker, thrusting the sharped blade into its head. She quickly caught it so the walker wouldn't fall and make too much noise. Carefully setting the walker on the ground, the next walker was about to attack. Thanks to her instincts, she was able to successfully kill the second walker.The second walker soon hit the ground. there was one thing on Y/n's mind, to kill the son of a bitch who's holding Judith hostage.

Remembering about the knife and now bulletless gun, Y/n is going to have to do the most insane thing in the world, which is to hope that everyone make it out alive with little to no injuries. Pulling out the gun whilst moving closer to the door, the young woman breathes heavily, feeling a big wave of uneasiness and nervousness hit her. Y/n takes three deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. once calmer, she anxiously reaches for the handle and quickly flings the wooden door open.

“Get your filthy hands off her. Now!” She said loudly in aggression with her gun pointed at the man.

In fear Y/n quickly looked around the room in the house, she saw Tyreese, a little beaten up, but still breathing on the ground and a man with a gun in one hand pointed at the man on the ground and the other hand on Judith's neck. Now he was aiming at her, this gave Tyreese time to figure out what to do.

“Put that gun down or I wil kill her.” He said very seriously.

“What kind of motherfucker could kill an innocent baby?” Y/n thought to herself, she didn't want anything to happen to the baby. Judith was the only thing that reminded her of Lori, except for Carl.

“I don't want any problems. Come on, put the gun down, please!” She said quietly.

“Why should I? That old bitch is going to kill my people, so why not kill the three of you?”

“Come on man…you don’t need to do this..” Y/n said a little flustered.

“No. I'll start with you, then her and I will kill him last so he can watch how you both die.” He said and started to stand up, he was still pointing the gun at Y/n.

Y/n's eyes started to fill with tears, she knew she had messed up. She knew she wouldn't save anyone. They will all die. In the end no one ends up well in this world. Everyone just dies. Like her father, aunt, sisters, her long time best friend and crush, Daryl and everyone else she cares about. Y/n prepared for her death, but to prevent that, Tyreese got up from the ground and ran after the man who wanted to take his friend's life. He threw him to the ground and started beating him. Several times in a row until he finally beat him to death.

Meanwhile, Y/n was trying to recover from what just happened. The tears streaming from her eyes are not helping enough. When Tyreese was sure the man was dead, he stepped away from him and looked at the crying girl. He came to her and hugged her.

“Jesus. I though you were dead.” He said now with tears in his eyes too.

“I though that too Ty..” She said quickly to keep herself from breaking down.

“I know you probably won't believe me, but Carol. Carol is alive.” He told Y/n, stepping away from her to look at her with a smile.

“W-what? She, she really is? Oh my..Oh my god” Now she was sure she was going to breadown, but by happiness and joy.

“Yeah..she is. And if she thought correctly, then she will actually save someone from Rick's group..”

And now, Y/n smiled. She flashed him a big smile. Now knowing she would get someone back from her family, she could only hope her sisters were there and maybe Daryl too.

“Ok, let's wait.” Y/n said and moved to Judith to take her and cradle in arms.

“Yeah, let's wait. I'll-I'll take his body and uh- and throw him somewhere, probably..” Tyreese replied.

“Alright..” Y/n said and cradled Judi more.

———

It was getting dark and Y/n and Tyrese were still waiting for Carol to return. Luckily, Judith was already asleep, so no walkers in sight.

“You don't even know what the hell happened. What me and Carol had to do…she told me she didn't want to think about it anymore and wanted to forget. But, I want to tell at least to you.” He said, looking thoughtful.

“Hm?” The girl looked at him questioningly.

“I escaped from prison with Lizzie and Mika. Then Carol found us and..” he looked like he would cry.

“We found a house. We were there for a while. But, Lizzie. She was mentally disturbed and thought walkers were good. So she killed Mika and tried to kill Judith as well. But in the end, Carol shot Lizzie..” He finished, feeling flustrated he needed some fresh air.

“I’m going out for a while, we need someone to watch anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, clear…cool. I will look after Judi then.” Y/n said in nervousness, not knowing what to say to her friend.

After some time, Tyreese ran back into the house with a big smile on his face. This could mean only one thing, Carol has returned. Y/n quickly jumped up from the ground and looked at the man standing in front of her.

“Carol is back and she’s not alone. Come on!” He said enthusiastically and ran out of the house.

Y/n carefully took Judith into her arms again and stepped outside, as soon as she raised her head and looked ahead, she saw carol. The older woman took Judi in her arms and kissed her on the forehead.

“Oh god, Y/n. Is that really you? I’m not hallucinating am I?” She carol said, eyes brimming with tears, she was just so happy to see the woman in front of her again, especially when she thought that Y/n had died.

“Yeah, it’s me. You aren’t hallucinating, I think.” Y/n chuckled

“Y/n!!”

That voice... Y/n knew who it was and it could be none other than...

''Maggie!!'' She cried, running over to her younger sister that was sprinting towards her.

“I can’t believe you are alive. Oh my god..” Maggie said in tears.

“I missed you so much Magg...'' The elder sister cried.

''Hey, i think that there is someone who would like to welcome you too..'' The brunette woman said, smiling at her sister before letting go and moving away from her.

Now Y/n could see the person behind Maggie and it was him. Daryl Dixon....the charismatic man that Y/n wished to see again, the man she wanted to confess her feelings to, she wanted to tell him how much she loved him. without a second thought, she jumped into his arms. Daryl didn't seem to mind, he was happy to have the person he cared deeply about with him again. he held the younger woman tightly, not wanting to let go, as if she was gonna disappear and never come back.

After a while, he eventually let her go and looked into her (e/c) eyes. Daryl wasted no time and finally kissed y/n. the kiss was soft and tender, she could taste the cigarettes lingering on his lips. Despite that, it was the most incredible moment in her life. She felt a hand slide down to her hips, the other one holding the woman's neck. He held her so carefully, so lovingly as if she was fine china. they both wanted the kiss to last longer but needing to breathe, they had to pull away.

“That was…I-“ Daryl started but was immediately interrupted by Y/n.

“Shut the hell up Dixon! Now you listen to me…Since you came to the farm and spoke to me, my life has changed for the better. Because you made it better. I never thought I'd meet the man of my dreams in the damn apocalypse. And I never thought it would be you. Damn Daryl, when you showed up saying you needed advice on where to start looking first the little girl, I knew I was in love. And i never believed in love at first sight, but this? This was love at first sight. And I'm sorry that I didn't told you sooner, that I didn't tell you anything, but I love you. I really really love you and that will never change. And when I ran away from the prison, I mainly thought only of you. Because you were the person who understood me so much. No one understood me as well as you. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I'm so attracted to you, but. You. You are everything. I don't care if you're not enough, mean or some other shit you say about yourself. You, Daryl Dixon, are everything. And if you are willing and if you want and feel the same as I do, I'm ready to show you how awesome, important and enough you are for me. I freaking love you.” Y/n ended like that her long speech. Afraid of what is Daryl thinking now.

Daryl was looking at her now, frustrated and very clear about what he was going to do now. Even if he wasn't good with words, he was still sure that what he was going to say would be worth it.

“I am so very in love with you, Greene..” He said more quietly, blushing a little now too.

“Y/n I'm not good at…I mean uh at speaking. But now I'll try to tell ya what the fuck ya mean to me. When I saw ya slap that prick Shane, I just knew ya were the person I was missing in my life. Or when ya confided in me about how ya never consulted your mother, ya confided in me because ya trusted me and I confided in ya too. Because I trusted ya. And I will continue to trust ya. I've never cared for someone as much as I do now. And even if I'm not enough, for ya, the last one... I want ya to know that ya are my everything. .every time I look into your (e/c) eyes, I feel like i'm getting lost in a maze and your smile,..... And your smile, every time ya smiled I couldn't help but smile too...Y/n, I am so in love with you, fuck.” He said despite not being a talker, those were the most beautiful words that Y/n didn't expect to hear.

Y/n giggled, blushing at his words. never in a thousand years would she have expected for the Daryl Dixon to confess his love like this. both were on cloud nine, happy with the unexpected outcome..

“Just kiss me, asshole.”

And so he did….

[justpoliteconversations]

Missed Communication [Time x Fem!OC x Malon]

In which Time has met his match in the least flattering way possible and Malon has custody of all the brain cells.

A.K.A Time and OC are idiots and Malon's their only saving grace.

Masterlist

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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This was not how I thought my first visit to Lon Lon Ranch would go.

Maybe a friendly greeting with Time's Misses, a few laughs with the boys and then a well placed excuse to escape the chronic awkwardness (and unease) that seems to dominate my every interaction with the Hero of Time these days.

Not. This. Whatever this is.

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Our first meeting had been as normal and pleasant as any magic portal driven meeting could be. That is to say, not normal at all but pleasant regardless. Just really, really weird.

The older Hero and I had just clicked, despite this. His nonchalant deadpanned humor matched well with my well-placed instigation and soft-spoken wit. It helped that I was (physically) his age and boosted a maturity surpassing that of most of his charges.

Also, he was handsome as sin. Like, painfully pretty. Don't get me wrong, objectively all the boys were beautiful, but the mature set of Time's jaw and the faint lines around his eyes just stroked the woman in me.

Man has dilf himbo energy in spades. The whole damned package.

Malon was a lucky woman indeed.

The first few months of our aquatince was warm, simple and steeped in a growing trust that grew with each exasperated sideward glance and fond smile shared over the boys' heads. He was, in the truest meaning of the word, my friend. I dare even say a good one.

And then it happened.

That damned fortune teller.

The beginning of the end of our budding friendship. Stopped dead in it's tracks in less than the span of a breath.

I don't know what she'd told him that day, and he wouldn't tell, but it changed something fundimental in the bond I'd thought we'd shared. Now, he can hardly stand to look at me most days, let alone have a full converstion.

And I'm...just so lost.

It hurts, the sudden distance. So unexpected. One moment we're sleeping next to each other each night, whispering fondly about his beloved wife and my beloved pets, and the next an entire fire and six bedrolls lay between us.

But what can I do. He'd made his stance clear, silent though it may be, and who am I to cling to a friendship I was the only one harboring. It wasn't fair to him, and it most certainly wasn't fair to me.

So, I let it go. Just stayed in the back of the group where our paths wouldn't have to cross and began to forge new friendships among the boys. And honestly, I'm still enjoying myself among this gaggle of sweet, overly protective gremlins. Despite whatever misfortune (or miscommunication) caused this rift between Time and I.

Case in point, Legend might just be the funniest guy I've met in a long time and I'm glad I've had the opportunity to grow closer to him. Even if his words sometimes bite a little too close to home. Though Hyrule's quiet concern over the strained interaction between thier unofficial leader and myself often leaves me feeling guilty. His large, inquiring eyes and soft, sympathetic smile enough to shake a woman down to the bones.

Such sensitive boys, all of them.

I wish I'd had answers for them.

Especially when it all took an even deeper nosedive when Time recieved a letter from his wife. Standard fair but for the way his eye had hooded and cut towards me for just the briefest of moments, focused and cold.

Had I not been looking around the group as I had in that moment, I would have missed it entirely. But be it fate or luck (ill though it may have been) I had unintentionally made eye contact with him.

It was the first time in all my interactions with the Chain that I felt...

...afraid. Of him.

But it was gone as soon as it happened. Seemingly a simple misread flicker of the firelight, but for the way my heart stood cold in my chest for the rest of the night afterward.

And many more nights to follow.

So, upon exiting the portal to the wide pastures of a land I pegged to be Time's, I steeled myself. Against what, I wasn't sure, but I was on his home turf now and he certainly didn't seem to want me around. So, I'd imagine he'd take exception to my presence in his home.

But nothing could have prepared me for...

"Goodness! Why, aren't ya just the sweetest thing! All doe eyed and honey dew smile! Dear! Why didn't you tell me she'd be such a darling!"

Malon.

She took to me like a bee to pollen, a moth to light. She locked her arm with mine immediately and refused to budge, even as she embraced the boys one by one. Her dark blue eyes were glimmering (like the surface of deep water) and hair shining in the sunlight. Sun-kissed face glowing with wonder and delight. The freckles on her cheeks charming across her sweat slicked skin.

She was wonderful. She was beautiful.

I was terrified.

I couldn't bring myself to look in Time's direction. I didn't think my heart would survive what I'd find.

I was afraid to see that cold, focused eye ripping though my soul again, as though staring down an enemy.

I made my excuses early, feigning weariness, much to Melon's dismay. She took it well enough though. Called me a delicate, spring flower. Showed me to the guests rooms, offered me my own. I refused (I wanted to stay with the boys. She seemed charmed by the admission). Touched my hand with such warmth, was slow to withdraw.

I smiled at her, small but grateful, hesitant. My heart was hammering in my chest. The hairs on the back of my neck rose at the feeling of a stare on the side of my face.

She smiled back, seemingly eager for my tentative gestures of friendship. So very sincere, radiating the kind of adoration a person spends their whole lives searching for.

I didn't look to her right. I didn't look up nor  over her shoulder. I kept my eyes on hers, entranced by their dark colors and the little sparks of life dancing within depths but afraid to tell her so.

She was absolutely gorgeous and I was so smitten and so very fucked.

I hoped my face didn't give me away. I prayed that my eyes didn't reveal my thoughts.

When her eyes crinkled at the corners, I knew I'd failed.

I bid them a good evening.

Even as I'd closed the door I could still feel his gaze on me.

I stayed in the room all that evening and all through the night. Four was sweet enough to bring me a plate of dinner, and I was once again so grateful to be in the company of such caring young men.

I really, really was.

That night I slept with Hyrule curled against my back, trying to be the best big spoon he could. Sky was at his, the whole damned ladle to encompass us both within his arms. Legend at our feet, his hand curled loosely around Sky's half rumpled sock and face scrunched in discontent, fingers occasionally twitching around the fabric.

I loved them all so much.

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Then things got weird.

I exited the room the next morning before the majority of the boys had even left their bedrolls and found Time waiting at the end of the hallway. He was wearing a plain off-white shirt and dark pants.

He looked good. Relaxed, almost, but for the tension in his shoulders when he caught sight of me. The reminder was enough to tear my eyes from him and keep my gaze lowered as I moved steadily to walk passed him.

"Hey." The sound of his voice startled me, so long has it been since it was directed towards me.

He sounded awkward and I wanted to ease that awkwardness. I did not have the strength to, however. I was a coward.

And hurt. Very, very hurt.

Petty.

"Yes?" I eventually said after the stilted silence had carried on too long, unable to keep watching this strong man (this good man, still, for all we were at odds) struggling to continue.

His one good eye tried to meet my gaze, feather soft and regretful in my peripheral, so very vulnerable under my carefully blank stare fixated on his cheek.

"I know I don't deserve it, and you need not accept, but I'd like to properly apologize for the way I've treated you in the recent weeks." He finally managed, voice laden with an emotion I couldn't fully place but thought sounded suspiciously like grief. "If you'd allow me, may I please escort you to the kitchen?"

I wanted to say no. I wanted to stay silent. I wanted to be petty.

I wanted Sky to stop worrying about me. I wanted Twilight to stop repenting to me. I wanted Hyrule to stop fretting for me. I wanted Warriors to stop defending me. I wanted Wild to stop raging for me. I wanted Legend to stop hurting for me.

I wanted...I just wanted...

I just wanted my friend back.

I wanted to feel safe again.

"Okay."

I've always been such a fool for vulnerable men.

Tentatively, he offered his arm, eye soft and resigned from the corner of my vision. Waiting for me to reject him, I realized, wanting me to express my rage the only way he knew I'd allow myself. Wanting to be punished accordingly for having suddenly scorned my friendly gestures and inquiring whispers.

What a fool man. Such a damned idiot.

Guess that makes two of us.

I took his arm, fighting down the wave of unease and spite that pushed against my throat. His arm was warm and solid under my tentative touch, barely restrained power coursing under the cloth and skin. I'd nearly forgotten how his shoulders seemed wide enough to carry the weight of the world.

No. No I hadn't. In the quiet of the night, when the unease and uncertainty were strongest, sometimes I wondered if that might would one day snuff the light from my eyes.

I wondered if he'd cry in remorse afterwards. If he'd feel anything at all.

He wouldn't. He wouldn't feel a thing because he'd never do that and I knew it. Wouldn't have been fighting for breathing room between Sky and Hyrule's smothering heat if he'd had any intent to remove me from their lives. Wouldn't have been cradling Wind's small head between the soft valley of my breasts if he'd deemed me dangerous or unsavory or suspicious.

I may have fallen out of his favor, but he loved his boys with a fierce and zealous devotion. He'd never let harm befall them, be it body, soul or tenderly beating hearts.

He'd have cut me down long ago if he ever meant to. To spare his boys the pain of loss.

The kitchen was bright and smelled faintly of herbs when we entered, my arm still folded gently with Time's.

Malon was there, enchanting red hair down around her shoulders and eyes bright, despite the early hour. The faint crease lines of pillow marks reddened the soft curve of her cheek, stark even against the spread of her freckles.

She smiled at me, tired and fond, before pinning her husband with an intense, expectant stare. The set of her mouth and brow was carefully neutral, but the fire in her eyes gave away her true feelings.

She was mad. Not livid or spiteful or even disappointed, just mad.

She was scarier for it. I could tell she wasn't the type of woman to go off on a rampage and say or do anything that would deminish the validity of her own arguements or feelings. She was probably the type of woman to say exactly what she means and how she feels without embellishment nor doubt. She seemed the type of person you couldn't find fault in their anger, because it was perfectly supported by their words and actions.

Noticing this, I almost felt bad for Time and how thoroughly he was probably admonished to make him this compliant after weeks of silence and avoidance. Almost. Mostly I just felt a hesitant spark of validation and kinship with Malon, even as confusion and caution swirled in my chest.

Why? Why was this even happening in the first place? Why this sudden atmosphere around the couple?

They loved each other so much. They missed each other so much. Before- that happened, Time never shied away from expressing his feelings regarding his wife. Nor what she'd written to him in turn.

What happened? What did she see between Time and I that would bring her scrutiny down on her beloved husband? For a woman she didn't even know?

Time led me to the chairs closest to where Malon was leaning against the counter, loosening his grip enough for me to remove my arm from his. It seemed to be another conscious decision on his part, to not pull away and to allow me to be in control of our proximity. Honestly, it was sweet he was trying so hard, and had it been before all of...this, I certainly would have swooned at the effort he was making.

I steeled myself against the warm feeling trying to take root in my stomach though, and instead took a seat at the counter.

"Good mornin', darlin'. You sleep well?" Malon asked softly, eyes warm and sleep dry lips pulled into a tired but inviting smile.

I nodded, before managing to speak around the lump in my throat. "Yes. Thank you for having us, Ms. Malon. I apologize for retiring early last night. The road left me quite weary. You and your husband's hospitality is most appreciated."

I noticed a spark of something glinting in Malon's dark eyes, before it was soothed down with a bright smile. "Now, now! There's no need for that, dear! You're always welcome here!"

She looked to her husband then, and when I instinctively followed her gaze, I wasn't expecting what I saw.

His jaw was clenched, betraying the- false- smoothness of his brow and relaxed curve of his ears. He was upset, but trying to reign it in and project a calm front. The lines around his eye gave him away though.

He looked hurt. Gazing into Malon's eyes with a lost expression.

What was happening?

I couldn't take it anymore. This underline tension and these confusing actions and feelings being tossed over my head. Like fists full of powder clogging my senses.

"I'm sorry, but, please." I said softly, bringing their attention back to me. My stomach rolled, but I pushed on. "I don't understand what's happening right now." I kept my eyes averted. "Please just explain it to me, so I can understand how to fix this."

Silence.

I spoke once more into that silence. Voice tight with emotion and broken, useless pride as I continued.

"I'm sorry for this tension I've caused. I meant no harm. I just want to make amends for whatever I did to offend you." I looked Time in the eyes. The first time since that fateful night we locked gazes across the fire. "I'm sorry. Tell me how to fix this. Please, Link."

The warm slide of tears escaped down my cheeks without permission, my body no longer able to hold back the immensity of my feelings. The hurt, the confusion, the desperation. The pulsing, writhing, whispering doubt that was my fear.

Fear of this man's wrath and the power he so casually holds over me, a foreign woman with no means to properly defend or support herself in this strange, unfamiliar world. Who's very survival hangs by the thin thread that is the Chain's compassion and continued favor.

Fear of his every frown and unreadable silence. Of the loyalty the boys hold for this man and his words, his influence, his command. Of how quickly he can take it all away in a moment of displeasure or offense. This warm safety net of fondness and companionship I've built myself within the soft, welcoming hearts of the boys, nothing more than delicate silk webs weaved around his fingers. Allowed purchase by the grace of his will alone.

Fear of his overwhelming strength, his unrelenting fury in the face of opposition. Of his unyielding might and unfathomable abilities beyond anything my limited understanding of this world can comprehend. The raw talent he possesses, the potential he wields, like magic weaving themselves into mortal flesh.

My shoulders begin to shake, throat closing as I hide my face in my hands, fingers wetting with tears. The weight of everything crashing down like stones upon my chest and I'm overwhelmed by the fall.

I miss my world, my home, my family, my friends. I miss my independence. I miss the security of knowing how to survive in the world around me, of being able to support myself and choose whom I give myself wholly over to.

I miss the power to live without fear of others opinions or goodwill. To stare down those who would judge and scorn me with the confidence of a woman with a full time job and the money to back up her words. Her own apartment, her own bills. A phone and heating and water and food and furry little mouths to feed.

A woman assured of herself and where she stands in the world. I woman without fear.

The woman I used to be. Not this sniveling, begging shell of a creature clinging to life by the favor of a man. Who. Hates. Her.

Eventually, the tears ran their course and I finally became aware of myself again. Arms were around me, holding me against warm muscle hidden under soft cloth as my hands twisted into their long sleeve.

"I...I'm sorry." I choked, embarrassed and struggling to breathe through blocked sinuses. "I didn't mean to...to..."

I opened my eyes.

I realized, staring at Malon's blurred face twisted in compassion from across the counter, that it wasn't her holding me.

She wasn't the one holding me.

My breath nearly hitched in anxiety, stomach dropping in the cold void of my guts. My mind reeled with confusion, a thousand thoughts swirling through my head between one breath and the next. A cold sweat broke out along the nape of my neck, along my lower back.

I'd frozen, still clutching to the sleeve between my fingers and my shoulder tucked into a chest (firm, laden with dense, lithe muscle) that could only belong to one man.

This didn't make sense. Being forced by your wife to apologize was one thing, but to actively comfort the person you resented was something else entirely. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

I felt confused, wrong-footed, relieved. But mostly, I felt stupid. Because I didn't understand a damned thing that was happening right now or what had caused this sudden shift in Time's behavior.

Then Time started speaking, and it was like the entire world began to shatter and remake itself around me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think- I didn't know-" He paused briefly, before taking a deep, fortifying breath and continuing. "I'm sorry I hurt you. That I put fear in your heart. It was never my intention. I hadn't even considered how the situation must have looked to you."

Another breath, the slightest tensing of his arms around my shoulders. "You always seem so calm and assured in everything you do. It didn't even cross my mind that you might feel vulnerable after everything that's happened to you."

My heart squeezed. All my insecurities, being laid out before me. One glance at Malon's knowing gaze and I understand where this sudden awareness must have come from.

Time continued, heedless of my newfound understanding. "I never once intended to cast you aside or let harm befall you. I care for you so dearly. Even if you had decided to reject my companionship, I'd still protect you all the same. I thought you knew that, but I was wrong. I should never have assumed you knew something I didn't tell you."

He sighed, but it sounded shaky in my ear. "I hadn't stopped to consider your feelings, before I sought to protect my own. And for that, I'm sorry."

The arms around me tightened, as though trying to impart the sincerety of his words with the action. He needn't have bothered though, because despite it all I believed every word he spoke.

If there was one thing I could always rely on, it was his honesty in matters regarding the heart. No matter how strained our friendship became, it was the one thing I knew he would not actively lie about.

But still.

"But I never did anything to you." I sniffed wetly, fingers digging into his sleeve as I fixated my gaze at the countertop where Malon's freckled hands were resting. "I don't understand why you suddenly felt the need to- escape from me." The tears wanted to come again, but I held them back. This was too important to lose focus. "Please help me understand. The fortune teller-"

Time groaned suddenly and Malon laughed with impish delight, a glint of mischief making an unexpected appearance in her eyes. The sound of Malon's laughter brought confused warmth to my chest, cutting through the thick turmoil muddying up my mind.

Awkward silence. Until Time sighed again. Deeply.

"She told me I'd find new and- passionate love."

What?

Wait, what?

I pulled away from his arms a bit, just enough to turn and peer at him through watery lashes, taking in his blurry visage. My brows pulled down and a look of disbelief no doubt found purchase on my face, mouth pressed in a tight line.

"That's it? Weeks of avoidance and radio silence because some lady in a tent said you'd get the hots for someone? And you just assumed that someone might be me?"

I couldn't believe it. All this time. Just because some lady happened to see us traveling close together and decided to play matchmaker? Really?

Of all the-

Wait a damned minute.

"Time?" I said, tone flat as I locked gazes with him. Dead serious.

He looked right back, though there was caution in his eye now along side the regret. "Yes?"

I leaned forward a bit, our already close proximity putting me squarely in his face. My could feel the spark of rightous rage taking form in my chest.

"You weren't having doubts about your marriage with Malon, were you?"

And suddenly there was no space between us, noses nearly touching, his stare so intense I almost pulled back despite still being trapped in his arms. I could feel the warm, damp spread of his breath against my lips and chin.

"No." He said with dead calm, the hard surety of his tone left no room for doubt.

"Good. Because if you were, you don't deserve her." I threw back, still giving him a hard stare.

Silence. He breaths smelled of coffee and something sweet coated over his natural scent. It made my gut twist in a not unpleasant way. It reminded me that his arms were still around me. How warm he was in the morning chill. How firm his muscles were against my hands and shoulder.

He grinned then, eye brimming with fae-like mirth as he rested his forehead against mine. It was the first time I've seen that beautiful expression in so long. My heart ached at the sight of it, warmth and sweet relief flooding into my heart like babbling spring water.

"There you are." He breathed lowly, eye closing as he leaned more into our point of contact. He inhaled deeply through his nose, shoulders relaxing. I hadn't even noticed until then just how tense they were. "I thought I'd ruined this."

"Hmm?" I hummed in question, still caught up in the rapture of seeing his smile again. Head foggy from our proximity, I felt the beginnings of fatigue settling into my bones from my earlier crying.

"My! Would ya look at that! You weren't kiddin' when ya said she had them lovin' eyes, darling!" Malon spoke up suddenly with barely contained glee, popping the bubble that seemed to exist around Time and I.

I pulled away hurriedly, realizing just how close Time and I had been. Sharing breath, foreheads resting against one another and our noses nearly bumping together. His arms around me and my body nestled into his chest. All of it completely inappropriate for the situation. Especially for being right in front of his wife!

And she sounded far too pleased with this whole thing. Like it didn't even matter that I'd just blubbered in her husband's arms and then touched my face to his like I had a right to.

The confusion was back. But this time, it pulled bright, sweet warmth to my cheeks as I stumbled to my feet. The gentle wink of butterfly wings swirled around in my stomach and Malon's delighted smirk only intensified the sensation, sending the flock up into my throat.

I needed to get away. I needed to think.

"I-I accept your apology, Time!" I stuttered out embarrassedly, fighting the blush I knew was trying to heat my face. "I hope we can talk more later, but I'd like time to think about what you said!" I explained a bit too loudly even to my own ears, nearly wincing at my own awkwardness.

Malon, having come from behind the counter, leaned against her husband's back, hands on his shoulders. She smiled sweetly, a complimentary expression to Time's amused grin. Both of them were haloed by the sun shining softly through the window behind them, like a Goddamned magazine cover.

Goodness, but do they make a beautiful couple.

No. Stay focused. Escape first and then figure out what the Hell is happening. Get yourself together.

"Have a good day, Time, Malon!" Time's lip twitched upward. My stomach squeezed. "Okay! Bye for now."

Then, I all but ran from the kitchen, leaving behind what may have been the last of my dignity. Behind me, Malon's sweet laughter chased me down the hall, alighting my face with hellfire.

And therein began my first official day at Lon Lon Ranch.

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Because of the limited perspective of first person narrative, a lot of the finer details are implied rather then stated. So if something seems out of left field, it's because the OC herself didn't realize what was happening behind the scenes.

Now I must return to the shadows to rest.

[quillthrillswriting]

i'm writing in jealous aang AND a sparring scene in the upcoming ch of "the teenager in the iceberg"- y'all kataang stans are eating GOOOOODDD 🤭

in order to placate you lovelies, enjoy a couple short & sweet excerpts!!!

also, i love the way that tiny aang in the header looks like he's desperately trying to seperate jet and katara 😭🤍

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Sokka rose, crossing his arms as his expression shifted to anger. “The traps are Fire Nation. You can tell from the metalwork- no other tribes can achieve seams this flawless without the aid of a Firebender that can bend blue flame.”

Aang’s nose wrinkled as he gently landed next to Katara. “What do the firebenders want with these forest animals?”

“We won’t be sticking around long enough to find out.” Sokka said decisively as the three began to walk back to where they’d left Appa. “As the leader, I say we get walking AQAP.”

Katara raised an eyebrow. “AQAP?”

“It means As Quickly As Possible.” Sokka recited the acronym as if it was obvious. “It’s a more efficient method of communication. I call them ‘short-word-quick-talkers.’ Trust me, they’re gonna be very popular.”

Katara and Aang side-eyed one another sceptically before falling into step behind Sokka. 

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Katara bent a stream of water from the bottle strapped to her hip, then carefully sent a water-whip straight for their fire, silently proud at how much her late-night practice sessions had allowed her to improve. “Who says you’re qualified to be the boss, all of a sudden?”

“I’m not the boss, I’m the leader.”

Katara scoffed incredulously. “You’re the leader?”

“Naturally.” Sokka puffed out his chest like a peacock pigeon. “I’m the oldest.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, grinning teasingly. “Sokka, I’ve been around for over a century. I have training robes that are older than you.”

Sokka deflated slightly, his shoulders slouching before he managed a retort. “Well, I’m wiser, then. And I have instincts.”

“Ooh, instincts.” Katara wiggled her fingers at him, her voice filled with fake awe. “Please, oh wise leader, share with us your wisdom.”

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“Down you go,” Jet grinned, self-satisfied and authoritative in his stance. Katara beamed back, her lips parted in an amazed expression, while Aang and Sokka’s features quickly settled into irritation. Before long, an archer and a few other kids dropped from the trees surrounding them, and both Aang and Katara jumped into the fray in response alongside the mismatched gang of weapon-slinging kids. Sokka joined in, his irritation visibly rising as Jet took down each soldier before Sokka could even get close to being in range.

“You snooze you loose, man,” Jet shrugged, his hooks snagging on a man who had been about to grab Katara. “Apologise to the lady.” He smirked, then kicked the man hard, dropping him to the side.

“I had her,” Aang grumbled under his breath, occupied with bending currents of wind to sweep soldiers out of the clearing. Katara furrowed her brow at Aang’s irritation, but decided to note it as something to ask about later. Finally, the remaining soldiers scampered out of the clearing in retreat, their shouts and yelps echoing through the forest. Katara still couldn’t take her eyes off of Jet. He sauntered over to her, a roguish grin on his face as he spoke.

“Hey.” He tossed his hair as he said it, his grin directed entirely at her now, and Katara felt a soft blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at him. She broke her gaze only to check that Aang and Sokka were okay, and as she looked across the field to Aang…

Was she imagining it, or was his jaw clenching? Was she imagining it, or was his normally approachable expression shifting into a deadpan stare?

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His gaze flicked from Jet to Katara, to the brush brushing her cheeks, the soft smile of her full lips. He was hit by the thought that he wanted to be there, next to her, in Jet’s place.

What was it about Katara that made Aang feel as though he could only breathe when she was around? 

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Katara was too caught up in her Jet-related nerves to notice the way that Aang’s breathing was coming more quickly, that his fists were quickly clenching and unclenching. She walked towards Aang, who was joined by Sokka, only for Aang’s eyes to flit away every time they met hers. She reached out an arm reflexively, her hand lightly brushing Aang’s bicep as her brow furrowed in concern.

“Are you alright?”

His eyes flashed with something she couldn’t quite read, and his jaw clenched before he spoke. “I’m sorry, Katara, I just… I need a minute. My judgement is…impaired, right now."

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He hesitated a moment before continuing. “Would you… would you care to join me for sparring practice, tomorrow morning? Might help you feel a bit safer next time you need to face off against Fire Nation swine.”

Katara smiled back. “I’d like that.” Jet continued to regale her with stories of all he and his fighters had accomplished as of late, but Katara found herself distracted, her gaze wandering over his shoulder every now and then.

It was not lost on her that Aang’s light had stayed on and his curtains drawn until Jet had returned her to her room for the night.

♥ if you want to stick around for this ch to drop, feel free to head over to the work here! ->

[devotioncrater]

when ted shakes the snowglobe and thinks of the people he's leaving behind, the first person he thinks of is trent

and it's not just that he's thinking about trent; he's thinking about the love letter trent wrote him, how ted loves it (and draws a moustached smile to make trent smile), but how ted can't possibly accept it [it being all about him]. and yet he sees trent in golden, sunflower, home.

literally SO fucking ill about this, thank you, anon.

i truly believe if dottie hadn't manipulated/triggered ted like she did the episode beforehand, something would have become of ted and trent. it's right there in what you described! there's always been this silently loud, gravitational pull between them.

trent is who ted thinks of first when he thinks of richmond, when he pours celebratory shots after victories, when he looks across a locker room while making a point in a speech.

ted is who trent thinks of first when he thinks of richmond, when he goes to follow his bliss, when he wants to live his life authentically.

it's truly bizarre and so so sad to see ted not be able to accept his positive role in other's lives. it's easier for him to lean into the role of Fixer with henry, to self-blame, to only view the negative role he (falsely!) believes he plays in his son's life. he cannot handle even the slightest notion of merging both aspects of his two separate lives (remember colin's ache? the concept could apply here too) because to do that requires acceptance of the self.

which! trent mentioned in the last diamond dogs meeting that it's not about change so much as acceptance of your past. ted was getting better through the season and he was starting to accept his past, until dottie steamrolled in during a vulnerable moment and fucking threw it back in his face. "your son misses you." + "fuck you."

every action ted has done in the series has been to not wind up like his father. he consciously chose to be kind and forgiving and optimistic when it would have been easier (and at times healthier) to lean into anger and hurt. his father's suicide has been the through-line this entire time. a ghost which haunts ted's worldview.

and dottie, unfortunately, played a major role in why ted only ever feels like he is loved/valued when something is needed from him. when he has to fix or care for or coach either someone or something. by dottie not working on herself, by not getting them both help after ted's dad's suicide, by not talking about it, she effectively Parentified a teenager and shut down communication at the same time. onscreen she only ever gives a shit about ted when she wants something. it's all her. her insecurities/guilt about how she parented ted become a knife wielded against him for how he untraditionally chooses to parent henry and for how he chooses to live his life.

dottie saw how much healthier ted is in richmond and could not see outside herself for more than two seconds to recognize it as a good thing. she instead felt threatened enough to effectively trigger ted into a catatonic low. to get him away from a support system and therapist who truly love him in a way she never could or can. to isolate him. nothing puts the fear of god into an abuser quite like a support system their victim can turn to. (why do you think rupert isolated rebecca?)

and trent? trent was a part of that support system. a divorced, gay man who wrote hundreds of pages about The Lasso Way, who's main inspiration was ted, who loved ted for all his flaws, who pushed ted with hard questions, who got all his references, who quit his whole career over ted, who at the end of the day just wanted ted to laugh with and like this book-love-letter he wrote for him. just wanted ted to recognize and accept that Coach Ted Lasso From America is a good man.

but ted? freshly triggered, catatonic depressive ted? cannot accept this reality. because to do so would mean acknowledgement of the silently loud, gravitational pull they have towards each other, and what that means, and how happy that has made him feel, and how trent would openly love him unconditionally if ted just allowed it. nothing to fix, nothing to take care of.

it goes against all this fucked conditioning ted's grown up with, where he's been triggered back to. beyond the role of Fixer, beyond his inability to accept help/love, beyond even his conditioned sexuality. it directly challenges the reality of a lonely kid who was often forgotten about by his parents in places. a lonely kid who other kids often underestimated and didn't care to ask questions about, to get to know. at sixteen, that same lonely kid walked in on his father's suicide and then had to walk through the grief alone, traumatized out his mind with no healthy way of expressing it. all the while wondering if he was to blame.

that is who ted regressed back into.

and it isn't until ted is back in that familiar box that he dares dream about trent again. because hey, that's all it was between them, right? a nice fantasy. it wasn't a reality. nah, not a chance. because In Real Life Ted Lasso Does Not Deserve That Level Of Support Or Love.

[ovwechoes]

could you do dva and brigitte hcs?

MekaMechanic / D.Va x Brigitte Headcanons Of course! I'm more than happy to write for them and I love them as a ship dynamic c: I've kept these sfw, but if you'd like some nsfw ones send another ask through - they're under the cut, enjoy!

Who confessed? How did it go? They had a silent pining for each other that was clear to everyone around them, besides each other. Hana would often make up excuses to work with Brigitte, and Brigitte would make up reasons why she needs to work on Hana's MEKA just to spend more time around her. It was cute, but they both are hopeless when it comes to confessing. I think Brigitte would've been the one to confess, and it would've been a really sweet moment where she couldn't handle bottling up her feelings any longer, and just wanted to know if Hana felt the same way or not so she could work through it. Brigitte would've asked Hana to speak with her privately about something important, leading Hana to believe it's something involving her MEKA. When they'd meet up, thats when Brigitte would tell her how she felt, putting emphasis on how she's okay with Hana not feeling the same way, and doesn't expect anything back. She would be brought to tears as she explained that she understands if it breaks their friendship, and changes things between them only to find out Hana feels the same way and has this whole time.

Who spends all their money on the other? Hana definitely likes to spoil Brigitte rotten, it's insane. She likes seeing the way Brigitte's smile grows when she realises Hana bought her something she's been really desperate for, but couldn't justify the price point. Brigitte can be somewhat frugal, especially when it comes to herself. She doesn't like to overconsume, and likes to use what she has until it's broken completely (after her many attempts at fixing it herself). Hana respects this, but often times she'll buy her things that she knows she wont buy for herself but would benefit her. The most recent being a Hatch alarm clock - Brigitte's very into looking after her body and mind, and was fascinated by the idea of an alarm clock naturally waking you up. The minute she saw the price, she disregarded it as a possibility completely, but Hana bought it for her anyways as an early birthday present. It made Brigitte so happy, especially since she didn't ask for it and yet Hana made the effort to buy it for her anyways.

Who cooks and why? Brigitte loves to cook for Hana, and her meals are usually comfort foods for Hana but with a healthier twist to encourage her to be more mindful of what she puts into her body. Hana's not trusted to cook anymore either after she left the oven on after cooking a frozen pizza, causing a small fire late at night in the Overwatch communal kitchen. It's something she'll never live down, but Brigitte encourages her to try cooking more with her, and gives her tips to help prevent things like that happening all over again.

What does their ideal date look like? Hana loves a date night in, and always has. This is something I can imagine being interchangable in her relationships. However, Brigitte brings out a side to her that she didn't realise she had. She's found that she loves thrill-seeking activities as dates with Brigitte, and feels she can trust Brigitte in moments where her hearts racing, her mind's foggy and the adrenaline of what they're doing together is taking over her body and soul. It's not something they can do all the time, with their busy schedules, but Hana's grown to love more activities like that and exploring the possibilities wherever they end up with Overwatch. Brigitte, on the other hand, likes dates in nature. She likes to embrace herself in calming places and loves to hike with Hana (even if she's whining the entire time). It's something she's always loved, but she doesn't mind staying in or staying local in the city for their dates. As long as she can spend time with Hana, she's happy at the end of the day.

What do their online conversations look like? Brigitte and Hana have each other on every social media platform possible - they especially use TikTok, Instagram and Discord (as per Hana's request). Brigitte likes to send Hana videos on tiktok that remind her of Hana or them as a couple, and Hana likes to tease her with replies like ‘what does this mean' or ‘yeah not us at all couldn’t be us'. It's fun for them, and it helps for when they don't have the energy to text. Hana loves to text on discord and uses silly little emotes that Brigitte doesn't quite understand but tries to. A lot of the time, they're joking with each other back and forth with light teasing, and every so often they'll text about how they miss each other with things like ‘come over where are you?!’, that sort of thing. That's especially common if either of them are away from Overwatch HQ and on a mission, with the other having to stay back because they're not needed for said mission.

What are some small gestures they love from one another? Brigitte loves when Hana holds her hand in public, especially if she's anxious in that moment about the mission or her public image. Knowing someone doesn't care about how people might perceive them (as a WLW couple and as Overwatch members), and only cares about showing their love in a small but sweet way makes Brigitte's heart melt. It's important to her, and she enjoys the little ways Hana shows PDA that isn't overbearing or doesn't make her cringe. Hana loves when Brigitte gives her her jacket or coat if they have a late night date. They often go to bars together, having fun and enjoying themselves, and despite Brigitte reminding her that it's cold, Hana never brings a jacket. Sometimes she does it intentionally to get Brigitte to give her hers, but she never has to ask for it regardless. Brigitte offers it, and often makes her wear it because she's shivering in the street. It's something Hana thinks is incredibly sweet, and makes her feel more protected and loved by Brigitte.

Who's the type to take a picture of the other when they fall asleep (i.e. when they fall asleep on the other's shoulder or in a funny position)? They do it equally as much as the other does, it's something they sort of see as a contest of ‘who can get the best picture'. Initially it started after Brigitte made her homescreen Hana asleep on her chest - she thought it was cute and wanted to be reminded of that moment every time she opened her phone. However, Hana took it as a challenge to get a better picture and show it off on her own lock screen. It's been a back and forth between them since the beginning of their relationship, and they revel in the embarrassment and competitive nature in this small act. They've both gone as far as getting other Overwatch members to sneak pictures of each other asleep (especially if it's in an awkward or funny position) if they're away from one another, just to try and win. 

[vampsquerade]

this one’s a bit more of a special request, given to me by the lovely @justagenderfluidstuff :3 thank you so much for giving me some material to think on the entire time i’ve been, and still am, sick (sob sob); it’s finally time to roll out the call of duty content. we’re starting strong with some good ol’ ghost! also decided to give you more than just some hand holding right at the end bc i like fluff 👀

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Ghost x Male!Reader: A Helping Hand

Trigger Warnings: intoxication via alcohol, hiding feelings, this is mostly just fluff, ALSO SPOILERS FOR THE MW2 (2022) FINAL CUTSCENE I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THIS

Simon Riley, a man as intimidating as he was mysterious. You’d never had the chance of seeing his face, even when you were working alongside Task Force 141 against AQ and Shadow Company upon Shepherd’s betrayal. However, being in a different place at a different time, you couldn’t even if you wanted once John and Kyle told you they had seen his face. You were jealous, obviously, as you found yourself to be forming some feelings you didn’t know were possible to have when it came to some stoic man who’s seen the worst the world could offer.

Aside from that, it was…rather interesting when you were working with him, especially when the three of you were separated after Graves hijacked Alejandro’s base. Having to communicate with Simon directly once you realized you were separated way further than you would’ve thought made it all the more nerve wracking. You could remember each way he spoke to you, telling a few terrible jokes to seemingly ease the pain you were obviously feeling after having got shot in the leg and rolling down the side of the hill Alejandro’s base was even on.

Walking down the streets, right next to him, on a completely fine and normal night made these feelings you had for him even worse. Despite the moon being high in the sky, the city was up and alive still. The happy and semi-drunken banter of random people made you relieved a bit, as you and Task Force 141 were all on your way towards a bar somewhere in Chicago. “(Y/N).” Simon spoke suddenly. You swiftly turned your head to look at him, eyes making contact with his own. “Sorry, were you and the others saying anything?” you ask. Simon shook his head, continuing to stare into your eyes, “Just wanted to know how that leg of yours is doing.” he said. “Oh, uh…it’s still kinda healing but I’ll be fine.” you say. “Good. I like you alive and well; you’re more useful like that.”

You swiftly turned away from him upon hearing that, figuring your conversation with him was over; and mostly because of what he said. “I like you alive and well; you’re more useful like that.” echoed in your mind, making your heart flutter like you had never expected it to. “You alright there?” Simon whispered into your ear. He was fully aware of how intimidated, to him it seemed at least, you were. The man was as mysterious as he was with cheeky, monotonous teasing. “Just fine, lieutenant.” you say firmly. “Easy there—don’t get so riled up, boy.” Simon teased further by speaking in a lower octave. That flustered you further and you just scoffed, continuing to look away.

Simon chuckled as you all entered. You all took your seats at the counter together, doing some light small talk as you ordered some drinks and spent your time there silently as you thought more and more of how quickly the feelings you had toward the brit grow. You simply kept your eyes down on your glass, only keeping yourself tuned into the conversation enough to understand what was being said. Kate was discussing with the Price about some digging done on AQ’s allie’s and such, but it wasn��t until you heard the passing around of some small print where you finally realized this was something you had to pay attention to fully.

It was then passed to you and you flipped it over, only to see it was a picture of someone you didn’t really know or understand their significance. You then put it back onto the counter of the bar before sliding it to Simon, whose pinky finger just barely brushed against your own and once again sent your heart into a frenzy. Quickly calming yourself down, you all turn to look at the captain to see what was to be said next. “Who is he?” Kate asked. Price stays silent for a bit before completely turning his body in his stool to look her right in the eyes, as serious as he could ever get when it came to things as this,

“Makarov.”

You could feel the once peaceful atmosphere drift away upon hearing this news. This was definitely something way before you came along, however now you felt you’d be playing a role in this. “You in?” Simon asked. Heart racing upon realizing all eyes were on you, a simple nod was the only response given. “We’ll talk more on this later. For now, just drink.” Kate said. With that you all raised your glasses in a silent cheer before continuing the night of drinking.

And that night of drinking probably wasn’t a good idea seeing as how you were barely able to stand, let alone walk properly. But here you were, putting one foot in front of the other drunkenly as you all walked back to the safehouse nearby to get some well deserved rest. The previous bustling crowd found itself to be even more full of life, so much so that you were practically almost knocked over each time you stepped forward. Suddenly, without thinking or realizing, your hand had gripped onto someone else’s in your drunken stupor as a way to try and hold yourself up. And to whom did this hand belong to?

None other than fucking Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Neither of you realized it, as you just figured Simon was next to you for some sort of protection due to your intoxicated state of mind. Once you all manage to finally separate from the busy streets and into a more quiet one, you continue your way home. “How much longer until we get back?” you whine drunkenly. “Just a bit further, keep walking…” John trails off, as he had turned around to look at you and saw your hand intertwined with Simon’s. “You two realize you’re holding hands?”

Your eyes widen and you look down and see exactly what was pointed out. Your heart started pounding in your chest once more, thundering in your ears. “So we are. What of it?” Simon asked. “Nothin’…nothin’ at all…” John said teasingly. He gave you a wink before turning around and continuing to walk. Simon stepped forward a bit, however you stayed in place just staring at the both of your hands together. “You alright?” Simon asked. Remaining silent, you just continue staring at your hands.

Simon sighed and tightened his grip on your hand before bringing you closer towards him, letting go of your hand before linking his arm with yours before grabbing your hand again. “Left foot forward,” he commands. Doing as you’re told, you move your left foot forward. “Now the right one.” he commands once again. Complying, you then turn your head up to look at him. His eyes aren’t dead as they normally were, but they held a gentle light within them. Smiling softly, you look away from him and continue walking.

Eventually, all of you reach the safehouse and Simon leads you to the room you were sleeping in. “Easy now, I’m going to lead you to your bed.” he whispered softly, carefully walking towards the bed that was in the room. “Will you stay..?” you whisper softly. “Why do you want me to?” Simon asks. “I want to talk about something…” you say. “If it’s about the feelings you have for me, I already know,” he says coldly. A pit forms in your stomach and you sigh, “And…you don’t reciprocate them do you…” you say softly. “I do. I just don’t really know how to show it, so if you’re willing to help me understand how to show love to you, then I will be happy to learn…” Simon whispered in a teasingly low voice. “The mask…”

Simon gives you a quizzical look, “Show my face?” he whispers, inching closer to your own as he sits you down on the bed. “Yeah…please…” you plead softly. He slowly pulls away from you and begins to teasingly take his mask off. And once he does, you’re taken by surprise at how attractive he really was. “That better, sweetheart?” he whispers, leaning close to your face again. “Much better…” you whisper back, leaning forward.

The two of you are so close that your liquor scented breath ghosts against each other’s lips. “You want a kiss?” Simon asked. You simply nod, and Simon smirks at this. “Come on, use your words.” he teases. “I want a kiss, Simon…” you whisper. “Atta boy…” he says. And before you know it, Simon’s lips are connected to yours in a passionate and gentle kiss. You’re more than happy to be kissing him, bringing your hands up to gently wind your fingers into his hair. Simon brings his hand up to your face, cupping it gently.

He eventually pulls away and despite your disappointment, he gives you a playful wink. “Not when you’re drunk. Now kick your shoes off and lay on the bed.” he commands. “Okay…” you say, taking your shoes off and laying down on the bed. Simon gets rid of his boots before laying next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you. He pulled you closer, much to your surprise. “Thought you needed help learning how to love me..?” you ask. “Oh, so I should let go of you?” Simon asked. “No, please don’t…” you say. “Then don’t joke like that. Sleep.” he says gruffly. “Fine…” you whisper. You lay there for a bit, smiling as you think about the sudden domesticity coming from Simon before eventually falling asleep.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

jayfeather2920: Jack is adopted by the Decepticons, next of the story of Drac0shka. Maybe Megatron and the others keep Jack away from super human stuff so he don’t wanna leave. And eventually Soundwave shows him stuff and the kid ends up wanting to go to school. (Tumblr request in comment)

Since Jack already knows the human world thanks to Soundwave and Starscream, seen in the previous episode, I will change the story a little. But don't worry, it will stay in the same style ;).

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As had been decided Jack could leave the Nemesis to explore Earth one day per month. Still far from human civilization, which Megatron considered unworthy of being close to his child. Either way, the experience with the MECH had definitely convinced him that humans should stay as far away from the boy as possible.

A year had passed since this decision was made, and each time Jack showed greater and greater interest in humans and their lives, which he could only see from afar.

During an outing with Starscream, the boy looked longingly at the great city not far from them, beyond the mountains. The child looked at the Seeker several times, hesitating to ask him what he wanted, because deep down he already suspected the answer he was going to receive.

"What's the matter? asked the jet, finally noticing the hesitant look of the little one.

- Nothing…

- Don't try to lie to me, Jack. I can see you want to talk to me about something."

The brunette sighed a little, before returning his gaze towards the city. The flyer followed his gaze, and it didn't take long for him to understand.

“You know it’s too dangerous. Starscream said.

- I know... but I would really like to see what it's like there... I would like to interact with other humans, people like me.

- Megatron would not agree, and you know it.

- But I know that you are not entirely against it… It is for me to communicate with my peers that you taught me English, right?

-And in a way I regret… That's what made Silas do everything possible to extract information from you. If you hadn't known how to speak English, it wouldn't have been possible.

- But nothing happened in the end! I didn't tell them anything!

- I know, but it could have been very different. I'm sorry, Jack, but humans are far too dangerous for you... Besides, what could you do with primitives like that! You'd be bored with them, that's for sure!

- How can you know?

- I know, that's all.

- What an answer...

- Don't start being insolent, otherwise I'll cancel our outing.

- Oh no!!"

Jack sulked silently, and sat down on the ground at the edge of the cliff, letting his feet dangle above. It was then that the child saw humans approaching. Starscream frowned, deciding it was best to go, but when he turned to the boy to urge him to leave, the child was already running towards the path.

The Seeker raised his wings in surprise, and suddenly squeezed them when he saw that Jack was taking the path towards those damn hikers. The jet began to panic, before setting off in pursuit of the little brown-haired boy, who was doing whatever he wanted.

“Jack!! Come back here right now!!" ordered the flyer sharply and angrily.

The child managed to slip through different paths, far too steep for Starscream, who found it increasingly difficult to catch the kid on this unstable terrain. Jack smiled with pride, before feeling his foot lose the ground.

The boy let out an exclamation, before starting to fall, under the frightened gaze of the Seeker. The brunette closed his eyes, when he felt that he was suddenly caught up. The jet quickly hid behind the rocks, while the tallest of the group of humans helped Jack back onto his legs.

“Well, kid, be careful. You could have hurt yourself. the imposing man scolded softly.

- Um… yes… sorry…

- What are you doing here alone? Aren't you at school?

- School?"

The woman who was with him leaned towards Jack, then asked:

"Where are your parents ?

- Um… They're not far away, I was going to join them.

- Will it be okay alone?

- Yes, don't worry."

A young man raised his phone to the sky, searching for a connection, while the adults looked after the lost child. Jack couldn't hide his interest in this strange object, which didn't seem very sophisticated compared to what he knew.

The boy managed to slip out of the group, and greeted them quickly, before leaving in a hurry, knowing that he wouldn't be able to continue lying for long if he was asked too many questions.

It wasn't long before Starscream joined him, and to say he was worried and angry was an understatement. The Seeker didn't know whether to scold Jack for his recklessness, or just be relieved to see him safe.

The jet called for a ground bridge, cutting the exit short, much to the child's dismay, although he understood very well why. What he had done may have been stupid, but he was still happy to have managed to communicate with members of his species. They didn't look evil like the MECH ones, quite the contrary. The flyer turned to Jack, as the portal opened, and said:

"Not a word about this incident to Megatron, is that clear?

- Yes."

The brunette had every reason in the world to hide this event. Firstly because he didn't want Megatron and Starscream to argue again, but also because he didn't want to be private of his monthly release.

When the duo arrived in the ship, KnockOut had a rather worried look on his face, and approached them. The Seeker frowned, and wanted to ask him what was going on, when he heard the voice of the leader of the Decepticons yelling:

“Jack! Starscream! Come to the main room! Now"

The two did not delay in coming, knowing that it would not help their case to arrive late. The ex-gladiator was more than angry, curtly beckoning them to come forward.

"Well, what's the problem? questioned the jet.

- Do you really want to play ignorant, Starscream? Megatron growled.

- To pretend to ignore something, I still have to know what I should ignore. And here I admit to you that I don't see it. We didn't do anything wrong!"

Jack nodded quickly, imitating the flyer, and pretending not to understand what the leader of the Decepticons was getting at. That's when the two saw Laserbeak land on the ex-gladiator's shoulder, while Soundwave was right behind, and showed the video of Jack's altercation with the hikers. Megatron crossed his arms, then asked:

"You were saying?"

Starscream had a much less confident expression, his wings conveying his unease, while the duo was clearly at a dead end.

“Ooh… that… the Seeker stammered. Ah but yes... it comes back to me now... It's crazy, it was so unimportant that I ended up forgetting it...!

- Unimportant you say?! declared the leader of the Decepticons, frowning.

- Well... not completely... But nothing happened... so... Let's move on, uh...?

- Ignoring this incident is my last choice!"

Jack looked at the two robots, looking for a solution to quickly defuse the tense situation that was developing. It was then that the words of the man he had met came back to his mind: “What are you doing here alone? Aren't you at school?" The boy didn't know why he remembered it, or if it would help him, but decided to give it a try anyway.

"I want to go to school!"

The Transformers looked surprised at the little brunette, and Megatron became even angrier.

“Look what this incident did to Jack!

- No need to panic! Starscream glared. He probably just wants to take lessons from Soundwave, as usual.

- No! Otherwise he would have said he wanted to take lessons! Not that he wanted to go to school! You see! Just one interaction with these damn humans, and he already wants to do just like them!

- What's so bad? Jack asked quietly. I'm human after all.

- Outwardly yes! But your education is far superior! Nothing to do with these unimportant organics!"

The child said nothing, but still found that the Decepticons were not always very clear in their speech. Very often contradictory. They hated humans, but he was the exception. They hated being in contact with anything organic, but had no trouble picking him up and touching him.

So he wasn't really convinced by all that... He also didn't really know if the Decepticons saw him as a human. Were they afraid he would become one? The boy lowered his head gently, then replied:

“I would just like to know my fellow human beings better, to learn their history. And then also... having friends, having fun with children my age...

- For that, you don't have to go to school. replied the ex-gladiator.

- Megatron… Starscream intervened.

- I don't allow you to be so familiar with me, Starscream.

- Try to understand Jack, you have to face the facts that one outing a month is no longer enough for him.

- Don't you care what could happen to him or what?!

- I did! But I'm also well aware that this is not a viable situation for him! I understand that you want to protect him, especially after what happened with MECH! But that was a year ago now!

- You agreed with me, I'll remind you! You too are aware that the outside world is too dangerous for him!

- It's dangerous for everyone! Jack is growing up, it's normal for him to want to discover, to go out, to meet other people, especially humans!

- Why humans?! Jack, have you forgotten what they did to you?!"

The little boy shook his head, before declaring:

"No, and I haven't forgotten how much you helped me either. But I also don't want to deny who I am, I'm human, and I'm not ashamed of it. The fact that I want to know my fellow human beings does not mean that I want to separate from you, nor that I want to be like them. I love you more than anything in the world, I will never leave you. I am who I am, and I don't want to change how I was made."

Megatron seemed to calm down at this statement, and Starscream said:

“Wanting to discover new things does not mean that he no longer loves us. You have to let him take flight. Novelty is an integral part of his evolution, you must accept it, Lord Megatron."

The leader of the Decepticons knelt before Jack, then asked:

“Are you sure everything will be okay for you?

- Don't worry, I know how to defend myself now. And then, I know that Laserbeak will always be nearby to watch over me."

The boy gave Soundwave's minicon an affectionate look, who responded with a soft trill. The ex-gladiator looked at Starscream, who simply nodded, his wings indicating his trust in the child. Megatron sighed, before getting up, and said:

"Alright. It's OK."

Jack's eyes were bright with joy, and he was about to thank the leader of the Decepticons, when the latter added:

“On the other hand, I’m warning you, if anything happens I want you to talk to me about it. If a human hurts you, I will take care of them personally!

- Yes! Of course!

- And no more secrets or lies!

- Promise! Promise!

- That goes for you too, Starscream!"

The Seeker had a surprised expression, and crossed his arms, before retorting:

“I lie if I want!”

The little brunette laughed at the slight confrontation, sensing no real hostility in the conversation. He jumped with joy, before heading towards his room, to look up everything he had to know about the school and its customs. He understood that it was a place to learn, but he had the feeling that many other things were possible there.

“I hope I don’t make a mistake. Megatron sighed.

- I'm sure we can trust Jack. He will make mistakes, but deep down we know he will get through it." replied the Seeker.

Soundwave nodded slowly, sure and certain that everything would be fine for their brave little Decepticon.