#the brain needed something silly to do today so here we are

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[ssa-dado]

I have this idea that was just them making out after (they thought) everyone else went home and maybe one of the BAU members goes to Hotch’s office to like ask him something because they remembered on the way to their car and figured he would still be there and they catch being like Idk close. Maybe philosopher had a bad day or something (would love if it was Spencer or Penelope or both)

And by now I don't want to do without (that beautiful noise you make)

Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader Genre: a tiiiiiiny bit of angst (it's actually teasing), fluff, heated? (barely) Summary: You were such a mess at work today that Aaron had no choice but to close the blinds of his office. What a caring boyfriend. If only he’d thought to lock the door too - now that would’ve been smart. Especially considering the whole ‘secret relationship’ thing. Oh, and the PDA. Yeah, that too. Warnings: Some cuss words here and there and a healthy dose of classic overprotective Hotch. (Also, a very subtle nod to the fact that he might have had… a reaction). Rossi is mentioned. Word Count: 4.7k Dado's Corner: AAAAAAAAAAAA this request was so fun to write! I definitely got carried away (but at this point, are we even surprised?!). Hopefully, it all makes sense… Also, the reason Pen & Spence show up at his office is so ridiculously silly, hahaha I’m sorry for that

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There was something particularly peaceful about the FBI building late at night.

Quiet. Everyone gone.

Aaron had always had a weak spot for it.

There was something about the absence of noise that finally let his brain breathe. Not much of a shock, really, given his lifelong relationship with sound - how it was almost always too much, too overwhelming, too loud.

Too much noise drained him, exhausted him. Raised voices, ringing phones, the endless stream of background chaos that came with his job - he could handle it, sure, but he never felt at ease in it.

Silence had always been something he sought out, something he needed.

Until you came along and rewrote the definition completely.

Because your noise? That was peace.

The more you talked, the more you teased him, the more you filled the space around him with your endless words and laughter-

Even in all the other ways you could be loud, the ways only he got to hear, the ones he selfishly claimed as his alone-

The safer he felt. The calmer he was.

Because if you were loud, you were okay. If you were loud, you were here next to him.

And that was what made tonight so unbearable - because tonight was quiet.

Too quiet.

Which meant that instead of finishing the last reports he needed to, Aaron was spending way too much time glancing down at the bullpen through the slats of his office blinds over and over again, only to be met with the same sight every time:

You.

Hunched over your desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, looking like you were one more form away from putting your head straight through damn thing.

And that was... distracting.

Not just because it was you - though, realistically, that was already enough of a problem.

No, it was knowing that he couldn’t do anything to make this day any less of a hell for you.

Not after the phone call he got in the middle of the day, the one where you told him you were stuck in traffic, and that you weren’t going to make it to the conference he’d watched you wake up an hour early for every single day over the past two weeks just to prepare.

Not after the second call, an hour later, when you told him there’d been an incident on the road and now you were even more stuck, meaning you weren’t getting back to Quantico until early afternoon at best.

And especially not after watching you, since the second you managed to sit at your desk, bury yourself in paperwork for hours without so much as a break - because of course you weren’t just letting yourself be exhausted.

Apparently, in that "ineffably logical" brain of yours, you had to make up for all the time you lost sitting in traffic - as if you personally had caused the entire infrastructure of D.C. to fail you.

As if it was somehow your fault that a minor inconvenience had derailed your entire morning.

And because you were you, because you were so stubborn it physically hurt him sometimes, you were doing all of this while also being on your actual deathbed.

Or – well - that’s how Aaron saw it.

Because in his expert, completely objective overprotective-boyfriend evaluation, the moment he saw that your eyes were swollen - the specific kind of puffy you only got when you were sick-

That was it.

It could never just be one of those mildly annoying colds - the kind that made you feel like you had a fever without actually raising your body temperature… 

Okay. Maybe that was very probable... oh – wait - didn’t you just sneeze? 

Never mind. Deathbed. You were dying.

Which meant that now Aaron had only a few minutes left with his just-as-self-neglecting-as-he-was girlfriend, and he refused to spend them watching you suffer in silence.

Which was why, at this very moment, a cup of herbal tea sat waiting on the opposite side of his desk - steaming, prepared exactly the way you liked it.

Why his chair had been moved there, just for you, so you’d be comfortable.

Why the lunch he had picked up for you earlier - the one you had, predictably, ignored - was sitting next to it, neatly arranged as if that would somehow convince you to eat it.

Why the medicine - carefully selected based on his highly professional (and perhaps slightly dramatic) prognosis - was now lined up beside one of his expensive scotch glasses, repurposed as a water cup, was beyond him.

Then again, that was the only kind of glass he kept in his office.

(Which, now that he thought about it, was… rather telling.)

Why the heater had been turned up until the office felt like a warm, protective cocoon.

And most importantly-

Why the blinds of his office were shut. No one was supposed to see.

And now there was only one thing left to do-

You didn’t even notice him behind you - too absorbed in whatever pointless battle you were waging against your paperwork - until he reached over and grabbed the pile of files next to you.

You jumped, spinning around in your chair. “Fuck, you scared me.”

"Language."

He barely spared you a glance as he scolded you - because, at the very least, he could pretend to enforce some standards - before flipping open the first file.

Which, as expected, was completely empty. Blank. Nothing. Much like your sense of self-preservation.

And so, without a word, he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs back to his office.

He ignored your first protest -"Hotch, my finished files are here on the right!"

…Oh, really? How interesting. How very new and revolutionary this information was to him.

He was already on the first step of the stairs.

“Aaron, that is the wrong pile.”

Now, one of the very few perks of having a busted right eardrum was that when he pretended not to hear you calling after him, you probably believed him.

Little did you know…

He had absolutely heard you.

Had also heard the creak of your chair as you shoved back from your desk.

Had also heard the impatient footsteps of you storming after him, getting progressively closer.

Which made this the perfect excuse for selective hearing.

Not that he hadn’t already mastered that particular skill long before getting blown up in Federal Plaza, but at least now, when he ignored people, he didn’t look like a dick for it.

If anything, it actually had the opposite effect.

Pity. Sympathy.

Oh, poor Aaron Hotchner. The wounded, overworked, 6’2” grumpy lamb, permanently damaged, forever burdened by his tragic injury, just trying his best-

Yeah. He could absolutely milk that.

(Not that he would.)

(Or at least, not often.)

(On purpose.)

(Except maybe right now.)

Though, he wasn’t exactly sure if he could keep up that tactic after he - without even turning around - held the office door open for you, guiding you inside with his hand resting firmly at the small of your back.

(Especially when he wasn’t supposed to know you were behind him in the first place.)

Apparently, even selective hearing had its limits. And, evidently, so did his ability to pretend he wasn’t completely wrapped around your little finger.

Because if being a gentleman meant accidentally exposing himself - proving, in real time, that he did in fact hear you, that he was in fact paying attention to your every movement - then that was just a risk he’d have to accept.

"Please, come sit here," he said, pulling out his chair.

You stared at him. "Aaron, you're crazy."

But you still sat - not that you had much of a choice.

“Is it warm enough?” he asked, already assessing whether he needed to adjust the heater again.

“It’s fine, you didn’t have to-” you started, but Aaron - pulling once again from the highly effective busted eardrum trick - pretended not to hear you.

Instead, he shrugged off his suit jacket and placed it over your shoulders. Still not satisfied with your level of warmth, he took each of your arms and guided them into the sleeves properly, making sure the fabric was snug, making sure you were completely covered, making sure… well.

That you looked absolutely ridiculous in his jacket. Swallowed up in it, the sleeves a bit too long, drowning in fabric that made you look so small, and soft, and - not adorable.

That wasn’t the word he was going to use.

The dimples in his cheeks as he leaned back to take you in had nothing to do with that. It was just relief. Relief that you were finally warm.

Professional satisfaction. He had achieved the mission objective.

That’s all.

And when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, it was only to check your temperature.

That’s all, too.

It was just practicality, strictly medical.

If it lingered a bit too long - if his fingers found their way to the back of your head, pulling you into him, if he breathed in the familiar, intoxicating scent of your skin, that was just… making sure.

And the longer he lingered, the more accurate the reading.

That’s how thermometers worked. And he was a very thorough man. He was practically a human thermometer. A very advanced human thermometer - it would be irresponsible of him not to take the extra few seconds to ensure precision.

And since he was already conducting a full diagnostic, it only made sense to gather more data.

Experts (the voices in his head) also suggested that if he kissed the tip of your nose, he could determine… something. Something very crucial.

The data would arrive shortly.

Ah, yes - two kisses. Probably one per nostril, here’s why.

Clearly, the standard procedure. Science. He’d always been a big fan of science.

And after a brief moment of analysis, the results were as follows:

You were, in fact, the cutest human being to ever exist.

The tip of your nose was a little cold.

Great work, Agent Hotchner. Excellent research. Definitely crucial to the investigation.

"Make sure to drink the tea before it gets cold."

Your cheek was so soft, so warm against his palm… Was it fever warm? Hm. Unclear. Maybe another kiss to your forehead would tell him. So he leaned in again, instinctually.

Mostly because he needed to do something with his mouth that wasn’t kissing you somewhere that might actually impair your ability to breathe.

“Can I get my paperwork back now?” You asked, as your eyes flicked past him, toward the confiscated stack on his desk.

...Unbelievable. A deathbed with an attitude.

That was a first.

He even gave you a look - one of his looks, the kind that should have shut this down before it started - but you, persistent as ever, tried again.

"Aaron, I really don’t want you to fall behind because of me, I just need-"

“You really need,” he interrupted, entirely unimpressed, “to drink the tea, take the medicine, and eat something before you even think about paperwork.”

He didn’t mean to use his work voice. Well. Maybe he did. It had been a long day, and this wasn’t a negotiation.

...But he didn’t expect you to be so startled by it.

“I-”

Oh, wasn’t that interesting?

He was biting back a smirk because, oh, this was definitely doing something to you.

“…And before you say anything else,” he murmured, “the only acceptable words right now are ‘Thank you, Aaron’ or ‘You’re right, Aaron.’”

Yeah.

He was definitely enjoying this.

Didn’t even need another kiss to your forehead to confirm the heat in your cheeks had nothing to do with the fever.

“…I have notes on your bedside manner,” you muttered.

“Oh?” His fingers dragged lazily from your lips, just barely grazing your chin. “Maybe you should write them down. I’ll read them after you finish your tea.” He picked up the mug, tilting it toward you expectantly. “Go on.”

Sighing - because you clearly knew he wasn’t going to let this go - you lifted the mug and took a sip.

Or, well, tried to - the second the heat hit your lips, you jerked back, setting the mug down. “Shit - too hot,” you hissed – but damn you if you didn’t look at him in the eye “Could you… blow on it?”

Oh, you.

You weren’t even trying to be coy. Just sitting there, looking up at him, asking in that soft, slightly rough voice - probably unintentional, but Christ, it still did something to him.

Still, he complied.

It was just air. A simple, unremarkable action. Nothing inherently sinful about blowing on a damn cup of tea.

And yet - your eyes told him otherwise.

Gleaming, focused, tracking the movement of his lips like you were studying something much more illicit than the way steam curled into the air. (Not that he would’ve caught that if he hadn’t held eye contact the entire time.)

“That looked so hot,” you giggled, biting your lip.

…You little-

Enjoying yourself, weren’t you?!

Maybe he should enjoy himself too.

So he did it again. Deliberate. Slow inhale. Even slower exhale. The steam curling and dispersing under his breath, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you not even trying to close your mouth.

“Maybe it needs one last-”

Maybe you were right. Maybe it did need another.

He moved before you could finish, leaning in, inch by inch.

Closer.

Tilted his head just enough - just to reach further, just to watch you react. His gaze flickered down, heavy beneath his lashes, watching your lips part in anticipation.

And then - he blew.

Right there.

Soft, slow. Warm air ghosting over your skin.

And before you could even finish the thought forming on your tongue - he took you by the chin and kissed it right out of your mouth.

Swallowed the impending “Aaron, wait, germs” before you could get it out.

A pity, really. If you had been able to say it, you might’ve finally stopped pretending you weren’t as sick as you obviously were.

Still, it would’ve been a bullshit excuse anyway - because if you really thought about it, your tongue was now inside the very reason you caught this cold in the first place.

And if this was supposed to be some kind of petty revenge, then you were failing spectacularly - because the way you sucked in his bottom lip was more reward than punishment. The way your hand curled possessively at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, anchoring him to you, was anything but retribution.

God, he missed you.

An entire day without you, and now, just this - just the heat of you pressed up against him, just the weight of your fingers threading through his hair - was enough to make it feel like your very first kiss all over again.

“Aaron…”

“Hm?”

"You’re-"

A knock.

No - he was fairly certain you weren’t about to tell him he was a knock.

But there was one. On his door.

Which meant whatever you were going to say - whatever revelation he had been very much looking forward to - was now held hostage by the very concept of professional obligations.

“Sir, are you still there?”

His hearing might not have been the best, but there was no mistaking Garcia’s voice.

In the few moments between his "Come in" and the door opening, you at least managed to slide off his jacket and drape it over the chair – admirable, really.

What you did not manage, however, was an escape plan.

Not that it would’ve mattered. The only way out was through the very door Penelope Garcia - profiler of gossip - was now standing behind.

“Thought you were gone, sir. The blinds were clo-” Garcia stopped short, gasping. “Oh.”

Didn’t finish the sentence. Just let it hang there, open-ended, an oh that could have meant anything.

Hotch remained still, silent, assessing. Was she reacting to the fact that his office currently felt like a sauna? The untouched tea set on his desk? The fact that his work chair was on the wrong side? Your flushed lips? You – just you – being here?

All of the above?

Something at the back of his mind told him it was none of those things.

No, if there was anything truly scandalous happening here, it was the fact that he - Aaron Hotchner, by all accounts a man of order, discipline, and professionalism - was currently standing in front of her without his suit jacket.

Unbelievable.

Practically indecent.

"You're here," Garcia scanned you from head to toe in real time.

Hotch was sure she was mentally calculating the space between you and him, noting how you sat angled away, like you were trying to appear as casual as possible.

How his jacket, which he knew had been wrapped around you, was now draped over the opposite armrest, as if you had tossed it there at the last second.

But your hand…

Your hand told a different story.

More specifically - your pinkie.

Even as you leaned away, even as you tried to look detached, that tiny finger of yours was brushing against the fabric. A light, absentminded touch, so small it was almost nothing - almost unnoticeable.

Could Garcia see it too?

Because he did.

And it was ridiculous how something so delicate, so unconscious was making him second-guess whether he’d tied his tie too tight this morning.

You probably didn’t even realize you were doing it. Didn’t realize how much that touch gave you away.

You just needed him close in some way - whether you realized it or not - even if it was only through the fabric beneath your fingertips, even if it was nothing more than habit.

And because of that - because of how effortlessly reached for him - his heart was pounding so hard he was convinced that at any second, one of the buttons on his shirt might snap clean off and shoot across the room.

That, Garcia would definitely notice.

"What is it, Garcia?" he asked, making a show of flipping through your files - the same ones he'd confiscated not five minutes ago.

“Oh- nothing important, sir, I just-” Garcia started, but then her gaze flicked toward you. More specifically, toward his jacket. “Didn’t want to bother-”

You jumped in before she could put two and two together.

“Actually, Pen - perfect timing.” Your eyes darted to him, asking for backup. “We were pretty much stuck with what we were doing.”

He didn’t look up, but his lips twitched. Pun very much intended.

“Something we shouldn’t be doing,” he corrected smoothly, completely unbothered, scanning the page in front of him - your testimony report, incidentally.

He frowned.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

And it went on for three more pages.

Ah, minimalist storytelling.

How profoundly enlightening.

How deeply philosophical.

Must’ve been this that earned you that PhD, right?

“…An old, unsolved case,” he continued dryly, flipping to the next page.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Well, nothing was something, after all. Existential, really.

How avant-garde. His girlfriend was truly a genius.

“Not even in our jurisdiction anymore…”

Miraculously, Garcia brightened at the mention of an unsolved case - (or maybe it was just because her Chocolate Thunder had been buried under paperwork all day and she hadn't gotten her proper dose of human interaction.)

“Well, sir, if you two need me to work my magic, just send me whatever you’ve got, and I’ll make sure it's fully cross-referenced, filtered, and delivered - hot, fresh, and waiting for you. Satisfaction guaranteed, just a click away.”

…Maybe he really should thank her by assigning Morgan a little less paperwork tomorrow.

If only to stop her from sounding quite so much like a questionable late-night pop-up ad promising lonely singles conveniently located in his immediate area.

You, barely holding it together, nodded seriously. “Eventually, yes. But first we need to gather a little more... substantial data. You know, to properly narrow down our search preferences before we click and find hot-”

“Garcia, what did you want to tell me?” he interjected just in time.

“Right, sir, regarding Rossi’s birthday-”

…Oh, for the love of-

Long story short: David Rossi had impossibly expensive taste. After that disastrous Christmas when each of you had optimistically attempted individual gifts - only to have the stubborn Italian return every single one (except for Aaron’s, obviously) - he, Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief and strategic visionary, had come up with the ingenious solution of organizing a single, collective gift from the whole team.

He sighed. “I'll buy the gift from everyone. Don't worry about it. I'll handle it.”

At the time, he'd considered this brilliant. A tactical masterpiece. A foolproof strategy.

What he hadn't anticipated was that this very same masterpiece would circle back and cockblock him in his own damn office.

And apparently, that wasn’t the only thing.

Because Reid showed up, too.

Tragic.

If there had been any lingering doubt about whether Garcia had fully bought into your lie before, that uncertainty vanished the moment she turned to Reid, bright-eyed and blissfully oblivious, and asked if he was here to help work on your “unsolved case” too.

“A cold case?” Reid asked, already interested. “No… can I take a look?”

Fuck.

His brain clicked instantly into damage control mode, already bracing for disaster - only for you to open your mouth first.

And somehow-

Out of all the ways he'd seen the English language manipulated, all the various displays of deception, interrogation, and verbal warfare in his career – nothing would ever top what you did in that moment.

Because you didn’t panic.

You didn’t fumble.

You simply made up a case.

A case that completely made sense.

A case with just enough detail to satisfy Reid, while being just ambiguous enough that there was no room for immediate follow-up.

A case so airtight, so masterfully crafted in under five seconds, that he honestly might’ve believed it himself if he weren’t fully aware of the fact that it was absolute nonsense.

And you did it so effortlessly - like it was just another skill buried beneath all the things that made you you, all the things that undid him, that frustrated him, fascinated him, drove him absolutely insane in ways he still wasn’t sure how to handle.

It was terrifying. Your brain, when wielded like this, terrified him.

Especially considering your current state - and, as if to remind him, you sneezed right in the middle of your fabricated case summary, looking so weak and pitiful - and yet, Reid still bought it.

A genius. IQ of 187. A man who could recite entire books from memory, outmaneuvered like that.

Which is why it was deeply unfortunate that Hotch’s primary takeaway in that moment was that he was... very, very turned on by it.

So much so that he had to actively dissociate for a moment and start listing everything in his fridge to avoid physically announcing exactly how much of a problem this was becoming for him.

Milk.

Two sad, lonely slices of bread.

Eggs - wait. Were they expired? Who cared. Focus.

Leftover takeout. Probably still good. Maybe.

Orange juice? No. No, you finished that two days ago - because you were at his place. Right. Because you stay at his place. Because you exist in his space and take his things and ruin his self-control just by breathing and-

Half a tomato.

…Why the fuck did he have half a tomato? Who puts back half a tomato? Did he do that? Did you do that?

God, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because despite his best, desperate efforts to focus on literally anything else, his gaze kept flickering back to you.

Your eyes. Your lips. Back to your eyes. Down to your lips.

Your hands.

Your-

Green olives.

Grey slacks.

No - wait. That was from the pile of things he meant to take to the steamer. Well, still would do…

Then you shifted in your seat, and all coherent thought evaporated. The hem of your sleeve slipped slightly, just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin... at your wrist.

His throat went dry.

Jesus Christ. Get a grip.

“So, Hotch, for Rossi’s gift, statistically-” Reid started.

…He really didn’t want to dwell on the fact that Reid had apparently walked all the way back up to his office - from the parking garage, no less - just to discuss Rossi’s birthday present.

So that was why he was here, too.

The psychological terrorism Rossi wielded over this team was unmatched.

Reid, Garcia… all of you, tangled in his web like helpless prey.

What an evil Italian man.

On that note –

Parmesan.

“Wine.” The answer left his mouth automatically, snapping his gaze to Reid’s. “A collection of very expensive French wine.”

Reid blinked. “…But he’s Italian,” he pointed out, clearly confused. “He still gets mad about the French stealing the Mona Lisa when in reality Leonardo Da Vinci-”

“Still,” Hotch interrupted, the weight of his exhaustion (and something else entirely) pressing in on his patience. “He drinks Champagne, not Prosecco.”

His office was suddenly ice cold.

A pause.

Then-

“Sir, you’re, um…” Garcia’s voice was unusually hesitant. “You’re sounding a bit… what’s the word… snappy. Maybe you should just - y’know - go home? Get some rest?”

(Hmm. Why could that be? What an absolute mystery. If only he had some way of knowing…)

Hotch exhaled slowly.

That…

Yes.

That was the only way out of this.

He straightened, closing the file in front of him. “You’re right. I should go home.” Then, with perfect, calculated nonchalance (Grey suit jacket. Navy blue shirt…) he turned to you. “And so should you.”

“Wait, what-”

He didn’t let you finish. He turned to Reid next. “You too, Reid.”

Reid blinked, caught off guard. “But I-”

“And Garcia.”

Garcia gasped, hands flying to her chest. “Me?! But I’m-”

“No arguments.” He was so done he didn’t even sound like himself anymore. Already standing, already gathering everything - his files, your empty files - shoving them into his briefcase so carelessly he even put them in the wrong compartment.

How reckless of him.

“It’s late. Case closed. Goodnight. Drive safe.”

For a moment, Reid and Garcia simply stared at him, visibly short-circuiting at the abruptness of it all - until one more well-aimed Hotch-stare had them evacuating the room at full speed.

The door clicked shut.

Finally.

He exhaled, barely getting a second to recalibrate before you shifted in his chair, reaching for your now undoubtedly cold tea.

"I think it’s not hot anymore," you murmured, fingers brushing the handle… too bad he caught your wrist before you could lift it. Not happening.

He tsked, shaking his head. “No, honey. I’m making you a new one at home. Now, put my jacket back on before you get too cold.”

Right. That was the excuse.

Not the fact that he wanted to see you in it again, wrapped in his cologne, looking entirely too his for his own good.

“I’ll go grab your things.” He said, stepping toward the door. "Now - tonight’s agenda. We leave here, head to your place, you pack anything you need for three days, I drive you back to my place, and you let me take care of you until you’re well enough to step foot in this office again. How does that sound?”

You blinked at him, lips twitching. “You know, that kind of sounds like a kidnapping.”

Hotch, completely unfazed, reached for the door handle. “If you’d prefer that, then congratulations - you’ve just been kidnapped for three days.”

Little did you know, he had already decided to take these days off too.

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Phi's Corner: yes. It is indeed 6.30 AM. Yes I did pull an all nighter to complete this. Yes I am dumb. Yes it was proof read by a sleep-deprived version of yours truly.

[bucksaiga]

When I feel extremely overstimulated, I take a soft blanket into a dark quiet room and I nap on the floor. So I was thinking about Autistic Tommy who never lets himself unmask, even at home and Buck finding a way to get him to unmask and not be so grumpy.

Tommy plops down on the couch and grips the remote by Buck’s side, turning down the TV without a warning.

Buck turns to Tommy, wondering why the TV is on bedtime volume (3) at 4PM.

“Hey wh—why’d you do that? I can’t hear the video.”

“Just put the captions on.” Tommy snaps, nose wrinkled at the TV.

“J—“ Buck relents with a sigh. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Evan. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I-I couldn’t even finish the dishes. I know it’s my night but…the sound of the water was irritating me and the soap felt like it was drying my hands up, and the feeling of wet food pieces.” Tommy scoffed. “I hate that.”

“It’s okay, babe.” Buck reassures. “You tired?”

“A bit, yeah. I’m just so irritated. I don’t know what’s going on with me. The sound of everything is pissing me off.” Tommy frowns.

“A nervequake.”

“What?”

“You’re experiencing a nervequake. It’s like an earthquake in your brain. Everything feels more overstimulating than usual, and I know exactly what to do.” Buck jumps up and starts running around the house.

Tommy watches in slight annoyance as Buck zooms through the house, making noise with his every movement.

He turns off the lights and the TV, sets a blanket on the floor, along with a small box, then returns with a drawstring bag.

Buck opens the bag and hands Tommy a pair of noise canceling headphones. “Put these on.”

“I don’t need them. I’ll be okay, Evan. I just need a break.” Tommy resists.

“You need some calming time. Otherwise you’ll be grumpy for the rest of the day.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“You snapped at me about the TV 5 minutes ago.” Buck reminds him. “I-I got you cake.” Buck smiles.

“Yeah?” Tommy smiles back. “Can I have it?”

“You can have it on the blanket.”

Tommy groans. “Can’t I just eat it here?”

“Nope. C’mon.” Buck nudged. “I brought your favorite blanket out.”

“I don’t have a favorite blanket.” Tommy replies flatly.

“Yeah you do.” Buck argues. “Any time we’re in bed with that blanket, you hog it and snuggle up with it. It’s really cute.”

Tommy lets out an elongated sigh. “If it’s my favorite blanket…then why’d you put it on the floor?”

“You’re being difficult.” Buck pouts. “Just come have some quiet blankie time.”

“Blankie time?” Tommy narrows his eyes. “I’m not a child. I don’t need blankie time.”

“C’mon Tommy. You hardly ever let yourself unmask a-and just…let go. You just close up and you get grumpy when you’re overstimulated. O-or you go to bed upset without even saying goodnight. It’s hard enough that you have to mask at work or whenever we go out. This is supposed to be our safe space.”

“What do you want me to do, Evan? When I feel like this I just feel like punching something or crying or both. That’s why I go practice some Muay Thai or I sleep until the feeling goes away. I hate taking it out on you.”

“But there are other ways, too. Ways we can do it together if you want. We can have soft time. On the blankie.”

“Stop calling it a blankie.” Tommy frowns. “It’s silly.”

“So what if it’s silly? It’s okay to be silly. And soft. And a little childish too. If it makes you feel good. We’re home. It’s just us.”

Tommy smiles again, finally. “Okay. We can have soft time on the blanket.”

“Blankie?”

“Blanket.” Tommy insists. He stands and follows buck to the blanket and they eat their cake in silence.

Tommy puts the headphones on and lays down after finishing his cake.

He pulls Buck on top of him and runs his fingers through his hair.

“I like the way your hair feels. It’s so soft. It makes my fingers tingle.”

“I like the way it feels when you run your fingers through my hair.” Buck mumbles, being slowly lulled to sleep by Tommy’s touch.

Tommy is over the moon. The house is quiet and calm, his stomach is full, he has his beloved Evan’s soft hair in his hand and his warm body pressed against him.

“A-am I crushing you?” Buck worriedly asks.

“Yes.” Tommy replies. “Don’t move.”

“You like the feeling of me crushing you?” Buck huffs out a laugh.

“Mhm.” Tommy hums. “You’re my blankie.”

They both break out into a fit of laughter, eventually falling into an amicable silence.

His hand eventually fell from Buck’s hair and he began to softly snore.

Buck would have gotten up but Tommy had a fistful of the side of Buck’s hoodie.

Buck rolls the other half of the blanket over them and nuzzles into Tommy’s neck, eventually falling asleep in their soft, safe space.

[nonranghaes]

hyunjin feels the way your hand curls around his elbow, fingers pressing into his skin as you gently tug to get his attention. it flits away from the person he's talking to all too easily, and all it takes is you asking for a moment alone for him to agree to it. his heart is fluttering in his chest now as you guide him to the balcony, sliding the door open a little further so the two of you can slip through and stand out in the night air. it's slightly chilly, but he doesn't mind. not when he's next to you, a few steps away from the glass doors so that the two of you have privacy.

"so?" you rock on your heels, a little visibly nervous now. "did you like it?"

"i loved it." his voice is soft as he gazes at you. you'd thrown together a little party for him on short notice, complete with a batch of cupcakes that he found out from felix that you made for him yourself. "you didn't have to throw me a party."

you frown a little. "did you not want one?"

"that's not what i meant." he lowers himself onto the little outdoor sofa he helped chris pull up here an eternity ago, all for the promise of a warm meal when everyone else was too busy to help. the two had ended up sitting out here for hours, just enjoying the view. of course chris would let you use his place for this: it's his part in this plan, in making hyunjin feel loved. "i just meant... i know you did this last minute. and... i know it stressed you out. you don't have to put yourself through that."

"you're worth it." you settle next to him, hands in your lap. "i just... i really like spending time with you, hyunjin. and i like doing things for you, because you're sweet, and you're good at saying things i struggle with. you deserve the world." you look at him, gaze soft. there's something warm lingering in it.

and hyunjin realizes while you're rambling that things aren't as one-sided as he once thought. it's somewhere between you mentioning how much you love being around him when he lets you watch him indulge in his art and when you start talking about how you needed today to go perfect for him because he deserves it that it just hits him.

so he kisses you. just on the cheek (he's a romantic deep down, he thinks, and he doesn't want his first kiss with you to be right here where anyone could peek out and see and immediately yell back that the idiots have finally figured it out), but his lips linger against your skin for a few extra selfish seconds, and he thinks he can see the sparks as your brain short-circuits for a second when you go completely silent.

you turn to face him after a moment. "you...?"

he nods after a moment. "i do." his fingers curl around your hand, and he doesn't think much of it as he fans his fingers around his own wrist to slide a bracelet from his wrist to yours. it suits you more than him. "can i pick where we go?"

and you just nod. "i'd love that." but before either of you can move, you lean in, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "happy birthday, silly. i'm glad you're here."

[thewandererh]

what if why we didn’t see the doctor’s primary black-cloaked vessel ingame is because it’s his last resort? what if it’s where his heart is stored? or even where all the last copies of all his vital organs are kept safe?

an active consciousness can still stem from a backup of his brain, which his primary vessel holds. so, after his physical brain goes belly up (literally😭) the network of transmitting consciousness to each of his bots is still active. just transferred to a weaker method.

following the “murder” of dr harley sawyer in chapter 4, perhaps he scrambles back to this old vessel whereever it is. maybe it’s been neglected, a plan B dangerously collecting dust, or it’s sitting pristine in a sterile room on life support. nevertheless, harley finds himself in it after croaking his “last words” mid-transfer, and struggles to breathe. he forgot about this vessel. he’d cast it aside because it held the scars of his initial transfer into machine and the containment that followed. it was his first body. and it was so weak. but now it is his last chance.

however, he’s not properly adjusted to the whole having organs thing, and this vessel needs to be properly taken care of. so with bated breath and the struggle of calming his mind, he summons one of his metal corpses from his brain’s tomb. it takes a few agonizing minutes as it arrives to wherever he is, but eventually it’s close enough that he can actively switch bodies with it. consciousness transferral relies on proximity (this is why we only see the bots around his brain ingame).

revived and disoriented, the doctor must now look after himself. the fact of being reduced to this husk eats away at every atom of his being, but he’s simply too weak. he failed. he failed and he’ll be killed for it. but he’s not afraid.

when the splitting headaches cease and he gets used to being alive he can kill something again.

soon, but not yet.

…

…

info ramble & sillies under cut!

au idea, ayo?? early titles are ‘mechanized-mind’ or ‘inside-the-mind-of-harley’ or even ‘dry-bones’ but i’m still brainstorming X]. i love putting my characters through emotional agony <33 but this time it’s an au of an existing character i have to analyze to get right so that’ll be fun. now for the drawing, i really like both medical concepts and making stuff up so maybe only some of the function would actually work, but i do not care. the idea was that harley’s primary vessel had a more meshy, detachable plate in his chest to give room for his heart and probably-disproportionately-sized lungs. here that plate is removed in order to help his heart beat. tons of other tubes are wired into his ventilation vents to keep him running to. my running idea for why the sarley hawyer (clone bot, aka secondary vessel) here doesn’t have a cloak is because maybe he had to take it off due to contamination. or it got snagged on the way here. but honestly i didn’t want to cover up the cool anatomy of my neat design i’ve been playing with, so he is naked once again 😔

this was the big flipaclip harley piece i mentioned in this post while trying to animate something. this idea arose instead, and slowly came to fruition as i found an elaborate way to color while listening to some lethal company and ppt 3 & 4 vids. pen pressure is really new to me and i’m on my knees thanking it for this neat coloring texture and technique i will probably never use again 🛐😌🫶 thank you apple pencil ilysm

anyways, here’s some funny wip shots, and general doctor sillies i found today!! ^_^ it’s been another doctor day

once again, astralspiff is a very cool guy guys 🗣️🔥��

but alas. adios amigos 😵‍💫🫡 goedenacht!

[wheeboo]

paging dr. heartthrob | lee chan {TEASER}

SYNOPSIS. You can’t afford to be burnt out, especially during a crucial era of your life: being in medical school. Enter your best friend—a boy with a tough-looking exterior, a skateboard that’s seen better days, and a heart softer than his beat-up converse—Lee Chan, with his backpack full of snacks, and an uncanny ability to show up exactly when you need him most. He may not be a doctor, nor exactly your therapist, but he certainly is a heartthrob, and your heart can’t help but always page him. PAIRING. skater boy!lee chan x med student!reader (ft. lowkey stoner!vernon, med student!jeonghan, med student!joshua, soonyoung) GENRE. fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, suggestive, hurt/comfort, college au WARNINGS (FOR THE TEASER). swearing, vaping and mention of weed, just silly banter between two "best friends" <3 WARNINGS (FOR FULL FIC). swearing, food and drinking mentions, suggestive, drug use (weed & vaping), so much fucking mutual pining!!!, reader is quite literally me so self-indulgent maybe?, reader is an overthinking anxious burnt-out mess :((, chan has a mullet, piercings, and tattoos yes (re: cough attacca dino cough), chan is a self-critical perfectionist oof, vague descriptions of minor injuries, mental health topics, medical terminology language, a scene of a panic attack WORD COUNT (FOR THE TEASER). 1.3k WORD COUNT (FOR FULL FIC). approx 20-25k

notes: hello, my little flowers! this is my teaser for the @camandemstudios "the lonely heart's cafe" collab <3. I'VE BEEN BLESSED TO FINALLY WRITE FOR LEE CHAN‼️if you would like to be tagged when this fic comes out, please send an ask or comment down below! sign up for the taglist for the entire collab here! please send all your love to the other authors who are participating in this as well !!

“You’re late,” he calls out, kicking the skateboard up into his hands and jogging over to meet you.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Blame my neuro attending. That man has the stamina of a marathon runner and the patience of a saint. Could rival Derek Shepherd, to be honest. I think I aged ten years today.” You set your bag down on the floor next to a nearby bench. “You didn’t wait long, did you?”

“Nah, not that long. You actually came before Vernon���he left his vape here,” Chan says while fishing the vape out of his pocket and taking a shameless hit from it, a cloud of vapour floating into the air when he exhales, before offering it to you with a teasing grin. “Want a hit?”

You scrunch your nose, shaking your head with a laugh. “Offering me, a med student, that shit is crazy. My lungs are precious thank you, unlike you and Vernon.”

“Tell that to those bozos.” He points to the noisy teenagers at the other side of the park, before sitting right next to you on the bench. “Can’t even roll over there without getting smacked in the face with weed.”

Your smile falters just slightly as you watch him lean back, his face tilting towards the darkening sky. The dim light of the streetlamps catches on the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the relaxed purse of his lips, and highlights the dragon tattoo that snakes up his arm. He looks... peaceful. Content. Like the world isn’t asking too much from him tonight, like there’s no weight of expectations pressing on his shoulders, unlike you.

“I messed up today during clinicals,” You randomly confess, making Chan turn toward you. “There was this patient today… a girl. Seventeen years old, has a tumour that’s basically about to split her brain in half. I kept arguing with my attending about treatments, and I was so sure I was right𑁋that we could do something more about it𑁋but in the end, I just... made it worse. I felt like such an idiot, because… because there wasn’t anything we could do. She only has one chance with surgery, and she took it, despite her low chances of surviving.”

Chan listens to you, his eyes gentle and thoughtful, understanding but not pitying. It’s the same way he used to listen when you were venting back in high school, always patient, never rushing you to fix yourself or your emotions.

“You’re not an idiot,” he tells you, but his tone is nothing like a scold. “You care. That’s the difference. Not everyone would have fought that hard for her, even if you didn’t win. You’ve got a heart the size of the ocean, dude, you know?” 

You smile faintly, chest tightening a little to his words. “The mother-fucking ocean?”

Chan grins at your lightheartedness, nudging you with his elbow. “Yeah, the mother-fucking ocean. You’re stubborn as hell, but you’ve got that heart. And that’s what makes you good at what you do. It’s what makes you you.”

You look down almost in guilt from his words, watching as you unconsciously play with your fingers in your lap. You don’t know why, but it hits harder than usual tonight, and for the briefest moment, you feel the rush of everything you’ve been holding back𑁋the exhaustion, the frustration, the feeling that you’ve been carrying more than your fair share of weight these days. They almost threaten to burst out of you, but right now, they don’t. Not yet at least.

“You’re gonna be a good doctor, you know?” Chan continues. “I don’t even have to be a doctor to know that. You just… you get it. You’re going to go out there and do great things. Maybe even better things than me.”

You almost want to laugh at that, almost want to tell Chan just how much shit he’s done that is far greater than what you could ever dream of. You’re not sure if he realises it himself𑁋how great he is, how much you admire him, love him𑁋but you think you could spend more than a lifetime telling him just that if you could. 

You feel your heart do that familiar flip again, but this time, you let it pass. Maybe you’ve been avoiding these feelings for too long, but the truth is, they’ve been there for as long as you can remember. You can’t exactly pinpoint the moment these feelings shifted from friendship to something more𑁋maybe it was when he helped you get through the first few years of high school, or when he held your hand during a school dance, not in some romantic gesture but because you were scared of your anxiety acting up𑁋but it’s always been there. He’s always been there. 

“I… Thank you, Chan,” You say softly. Then you tilt your head back, looking at the same sky he is, feeling the heaviness in your chest ease just a little. “You’re kind of annoying, you know that? But you’re also... you’re really great yourself. Like, better-than-I-deserve great.”

Chan just chuckles at that. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, turning his head slightly to look at you. “That’s probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever said, and I’ve heard a lot of dumb shit from you.”

“Wow, okay. Forget all that I said then,” You retort back playfully, shaking your head and crossing your arms together. “You’re the worst person alive, actually.”

When you’re busy gazing up at the sky above, Chan turns to you. His eyes flit over you, taking in the way your eyelashes slowly bat together from tiredness, how your lips are slightly curled up in relaxation, how your features glow from the singular street lamp illuminating the skate park. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and glances away, his thoughts racing faster than he can keep up with.

“You meant it though, right?” he asks.

“What?” You question, turning towards him. 

“About me being great or whatever.” You can tell he’s trying to brush off the hesitation, but you sense the uncertainty in his voice. “You meant it?”

Out of all times, you wonder why he’s questioning it right now at almost midnight in the middle of the skate park. You’ve told him countless times how great he is, always hyping him up for skate competitions and giving him comfort on the times he’s down himself. Why… is he suddenly asking if you meant it?

“Well, I… Of course, I meant it,” You respond, catching his eye. “Why wouldn’t I?”

For a few moments, there’s just silence, comfortable, a pinch of awkward𑁋a word you can pretty much never associate with your interactions together𑁋yet heavy. The way Chan’s features soften on his face from your words seem more important than the stars blinking up in the sky right now. 

Then all it takes is a tiny giggle from him, and you can’t help but groan.

“Oh no,” You grumble pesteringly, shooting him an exasperated glance, but your tone is light, teasing. “I fueled your ego now, didn’t I?” 

“Yep. I can walk around like I’m the best thing since sliced bread,” Chan jokes, puffing out his chest with pride. “My greatness has been confirmed by a certified medical professional.”

“Whatever, big head,” You sneer back playfully. 

Chan stretches out a bit more on the bench, his legs extending and his arms behind his head. You can tell he’s getting more comfortable too, probably ready to call it a night, just like you, and you can’t help but let yourself soften a little.

Without thinking, you shift your body and lean your head down and gently rest it in Chan’s lap. His body stiffens for a moment as if he wasn’t expecting it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he lets you settle, and after a beat, his hand comes to gently rest in your hair, and something tugs at your heartstrings from the feeling. Your eyes slowly flutter to a close.

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[heeseung-min]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭

Synopsis: Jungwon couldn't understand why the fuck you would choose other man when he is ready to give you everything, willing to do anything to get you although that means he need to get bloods on his hands

Warning: Yandere and obsessive Jungwon, manipulation, gaslighting, death (sorry yall), blood, some gore details, this will have two parts

Word counts: 3.5k+

An alarm sounded from the clock on the night stand, indicating the time was 7.00 a.m. Jungwon groaned at the loud sound that was disturbing his beauty sleep. He rested for a few minutes before waking up prepare himself for class later.

He walked with a gimbap at his hand as breakfast today. Sometimes, he wished he could just quit everything and spend his time at home watching shows and play games but then his grandmother will scold him if he did that. He continued walking while listening to songs on his phone before someone collided towards him from behind.

"Good morning, Won!!!"

There you were. He looked at your cheerful face before pinching your left cheek because you looked so cute to him.

"Ahh it hurts. Why do you always pinch my cheeks?"

You asked as you glared at the tall boy who only giggled at you. Jungwon put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. His mood completely changed from sour to happy. You are indeed a happy pill to him.

"You looked cute. That's why."

You rolled your eyes and started to talk about your family vacation you went two days ago. You guys were waiting for the bus to arrive and Jungwon keep staring at you. He knew something wa happening to him when he keep wanting to be with you and always caring about you. He realized that he is falling in love with his own bestfriend which is you.

He wanted to say something but when the bus arrived, he shut his mouth and hold your hand to go into the bus together.

"What do you want to say?"

You suddenly asked when both of you finally arrived at the school. He turned to you with confusion on his face.

"I noticed you wanted to say something before we ride the bus."

"Nah, I just wanted to ask about yesterday homework."

"Oh? The top student didn't finish his homework??"

You teasingly asked as Jungwon is the top student and always finish every work the teachers gave. The boy lightly scoffed then he ruffled your hair.

"No, I'm just worrying about you. Your small brain can't handle those hard questions."

"Urghh , you are mean."

He laughed again when you hit him softly. Both of you keep talking and went inside the classroom.

You looked at how some students from other class crowding your classroom. Most of them were girls. When you entered, you saw some of your school seniors chatting with some of your classmates, Taehyun and Kai. Huh, no wonder many girls came here. They wanted to see Beomgyu, Soobin and Yeonjun. Three of them are senior student and one year ahead of you and they are very close with Taehyun and Kai.

You glanced away when Beomgyu turned to look at you. Suddenly, your cheeks turning red.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?", you blinked at Jungwon who suddenly put his hand on your forehead. He looked so worried. You didn't want to admit the truth and just stated you were fine.

Jungwon continue to talk after you both sat down. You tried to focus on what he trying to say, however your eyes being a bitch tried to glance on your beloved senior. Once again, you were shocked when he’s already staring at you and smiled when both of your eyes met.

You frowned a little when Beomgyu and his friends finally went out from the classroom. But at the same time, you noticed he smiled at you again before leaving the class when the teacher came.

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"Jungwon, don't be silly. I can go back by myself."

"Still, I'm worried for you. We usually go home together."

"It's okay. It's for today only. You have a meeting to attend."

"I can still ask others-"

"Hey! I'm really fine, Jungwon."

The said boy sighed before nodding at you. He reminded you to be careful before leaving you to go to the meeting.

You sat at the bus stop while munching some desserts you bought on the way there. You felt funny when you saw some kids bickering with each other.

"What a cutie."

You turned to your right when you heard a very familiar voice and gasped when Beomgyu sat beside you while staring at those kids you looked earlier. His side profile impressed you so much and you were thankful to God for letting see him this close. He turned to you and smile before staring at the front back again.

"Usually, I saw you together with your boyfriend."

"Eh? B-boyfriend?", you questioned him back and tilted your head as a sign of confusion. Beomgyu can’t help but smile at your cute habit.

"Yeah, the one that looked like a cat. I don't really know his name.”

"Umm, that's Jungwon and nope he is just my close friend.", you finally understood what he meant by boyfriend cause you and Jungwon are really close and many people has been saying the same things too. So, that’s normal if  Beomgyu thought the same.

You watched Beomgyu nodded his head before smile brightly. You didn't know why he suddenly said that.

"So, that means I have a chance to confess."

"Con-confess?"

You didn't want to put too much hope. You have been crushing on Beomgyu since last year when he helped you carried stuff and even bought a drink for you. Beomgyu took out something out of his bag and showing to you. You saw how his hands shaking a bit and he tried to calm himself down before talk to you.

"Y/n, I like you for a year now. So, do you want to go Taylor Swift concert with me this weekend as our first date?"

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"Y/n!"

"Yeah?"

You looked over to Jungwon who was glaring at you right now. Suddenly you remembered he was telling you something but your mind was still busy from yesterday's event with Beomgyu.

"What were you thinking about? You didn't even pay attention to my story."

"Sorry, Won. I'm just a bit sleepy. Can you repeat it again?" You asked the boy with regretful smile on your face. Jungwon scoffed when he didn't see you were lying to him and started to talk again with you listening to it carefully not wanting him to catch you spacing out again.

"Also, I want to ask. Do you want to hang out this Saturday? I have a good plan for us."

Jungwon hold himself from giggling. He is excited and can't wait to show you what he planned. He watched you were thinking for a while before answering him with guilty tone.

"I'm sorry, Won but I already have plan on that day. Can we postpone what have you planned on other day? I promise I will clear my schedule the next time."

You looked really guilty so Jungwon can't do anything but just accept it. He should tell you earlier. What made him more frustrated was the Taylor Swift concert tickets he had bought for both of you on this Saturday. Ah damn, guess he just sell it to someone else since it's useless already.

"It’s okay, never mind. What about after school? Do you want to go eat tteokbokki at the usual place? It's been a long time we go there."

Again, he saw your face turned to guilty expression.

"I have tutor."

"It's okay. I can wait."

"No, I don't want to burden you. But, we can go there tomorrow! Is that okay with you?"

Jungwon nodded at the new plan you made with him. Of course he's a bit sad that you guys can't do it today but he understood you. Although he felt curious why suddenly you need a tutor since you already doing well in your academics.

"Come on, let's go to class. Break is over."

Jungwon noticed you became different. Your attention seems to be somewhere else. Mostly at your phone. He also noticed whenever you guys in the class, you will stare at the outside than focus on the teacher. Whenever you are on your phone, you will smile and giggle at the screen. When Jungwon asked what are you giggling at, you will say nothing and prevent him from seeing your phone.

He noticed you started to being far from him. You didn't spend time with him anymore and always refusing his plan to hangout with you.

"Are you sure Y/n doesn't have boyfriend, Jungwon?"' Sunghoon, one of his other friends asked. They were having a dinner together with another five members at their favourite restaurant.

"If she dates someone, I will be the first one to know about that."

Jungwon felt uneasy at the thought of you dating with someone else. Why would you focus on someone else when he literally always with you. He knew everything about you, he knew your favourite character in Hello Kitty, he knew what time you would get up in the morning and sleep every night. He knew your favourite colour, food and drink. He is perfect to be your boyfriend. So, why would you want to be with other man than him?

"Jake hyung, do you have any idea about y/n? She is your sister after all."

"Well, I noticed she always went out with cute outfits and everytime I asked her, she will said "just going out with a friend". I immediately assumed it was you, man."

The other members felt sorry towards Jungwon. They knew about his crush towards you and they were supporting it but looks like it become impossible now.

"Wait, isn't that Y/n? Who's with her?"

All of them turned to the direction Sunoo has been pointing at. Everyone looked shocked especially Jungwon and he felt disappointed finding the truth like this. There you were standing with someone else instead of him. You looked so happy while talking to the male beside of you.

"Oh my, isn't that Beomgyu? Your friend right, Heeseung hyung?"

Sunoo genuinely asked as all of them still staring at both of you from inside of the restaurant. Jungwon became more frustrated when Beomgyu pecked your lips few times and he hated it more when he saw how you were enjoying every single of it.

"Jungwon, are you okay?"

Now, everyone looked at Jungwon when Jay asked him that question. The boy became quiet and didn't even answer the question. Instead, he continue eating his meal.

Everyone became quiet and started to eat their meal again when they realized Jungwon isn't going to say anything.

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The day after continue as usual. However, you noticed that your best friend is unusually quiet. He always talk to you every time and he is the first one will start the conversation. But now, he didn't even try to look at you.

"Jungwon, what is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?"

You scoffed when he mocked at your question. You groaned and pulled his shoulder to turn to you. Now, you finally can see him. Jungwon rolled his eyes and tried to pull your hand off his shoulder.

"Can you let me go?"

"No! Until you tell me what is wrong with you. You changed so suddenly."

"Oh, I'm the one who change now? Shouldn't you asked that yourself, Y/n?"

"What- what...do you mean?"

"Why you didn't tell me you are dating with Beomgyu?"

"Ahh.. that. Well, it's not a big deal Jungwon. I was planning to tell you about it."

Jungwon felt annoyed. How can you think it's not a big deal when literally it is. Because of the secret, you slowly drifted apart from him. Only him should be always with you. Not someone else and not even Choi Beomgyu.

"Not a fucking big deal? Are you serious y/n? I've been feeling so sad these days because you're no longer want to hang out with me. Hell, I even feel like our friendship getting ruined since you and Beomgyu become together."

The whole class become silent after Jungwon finally burst out his feelings towards you. You felt so embarrassed and guilty after he lashed out like that. Everyone looked at both of you wondering how can you guys fighting with each other. Jungwon felt guilty a bit when he saw your eyes starting to tear up. He knows you don't like getting scream at but he couldn't hold himself back.

"I'm sorry." That's the only words you said before gathering all your stuffs and went out from the classroom. Jungwon sighed and cursed to himself and took his stuff and went out from the class so he can follow you. He saw you were already walked out from the school gate and quickly caught you before you went too far.

"Y/n stop." He said but you paid no attention to him. Jungwon sighed and went in front of you.

"I'm sorry for yelling, okay? I didn't mean to do that. I was too mad." Jungwon hold your hands as assurance and it's working when he felt you hold back his hands. He then hugged you closer.

"I love you, Y/n. I really do."

You sighed after hearing Jungwon’s confession. The guilty started to build up inside when you know you can’t do anything but reject him kindly.

"Jungwon, you know Beomgyu is my boyfriend. I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, but not for too long."

"Sorry, what were you saying?" You untangled your body from his hold to look at his face as you wanted him to speak again the words you couldn't hear earlier.

Jungwon didn't say anything instead he just stared at you while caressing your hair. He couldn't help that your hair is so soft and silky made him wanted to do this every single day. Oh how he wished he could wake up beside you and do this. Instead, you are letting that bastard Beomgyu do things what he wanted to do to you.

"Can we please talk?”, his doe eyes staring at your eyes begging for some hope and you nodded your head at his request.

Both of you end up went to the nearest cafe from your school. Jungwon ordered drinks and pastries and you started to explain everything about your relationship with Beomgyu. You can sense how Jungwon trying to hold himself knowing how this news bring heartbreak to him.

Your voice called him back to realization. Jungwon looked back to you and saw something sparkling caught his attention.

"You wear necklace?"

“Yeah, it’s pretty, right? Beomgyu bought this for me.” You smile widely while you said that as you were holding on it. You could still remember how Beomgyu was so nervous to put it on you. Jungwon however didn’t feel slightly happy but betrayal because back then you used to hate wearing things on your neck and you would tell him to not get you necklace as birthday present.

“I thought ….you don’t like wearing things around your neck.”

“Umm, well you can say that love can change a person and that’s normal Jungwon.”

Love can change a person

Love can change a person

Love can change a person

“What are you thinking about, Jungwon?”

Jay asked he put the curry he cooked on the plate with rice beside it and served the meal to Jungwon. The boy had asked to stay at his house tonight after the talk he had with Y/n earlier as he wanted to discuss something important. Even though there are other members like Heeseung, Sunghoon or Sunoo, Jungwon always find Jay is the best when he needs a good opinion.

“I hate the fact that Beomgyu got to be with Y/n. Meanwhile me has been crushing on her for years and I lost the chance.”

“Then steal her back.”

“What?”

Jungwon stared at Jay who said that casually. He wanted to see if Jay was joking but instead the man looked at him seriously.

“What do you mean, hyung?”

“I know you are not dumb, Jungwon. You know what to do. Kill Beomgyu and you can live happily with Y/n." Jay said it casually like the thing he suggested totally will not harming anyone. Jungwon went speechless because he never expects his hyung has his own dark side.

“Jay hyung, are you...are you hearing yourself right now? You know what will happen if I get caught doing that right?"

“Jungwon-ah, trust me you will never get caught.”

Jay reassured him but Jungwon still hesitate to do it. After all, killing someone could bring him to jail and he doesn't want that.

"If you are willing to let Y/n be with someone else then you can forget about this."

"Fuck it, what's the plan?"

Jay smiled after successfully convinced the boy. That night changed Jungwon to something different. The old and loser Jungwon is gone and the sinister and evil is the one replacing it.

______________________________________

You have not seen Jungwon for two weeks now. He hasn’t been responding to your texts or pick up your calls. You even asked your brother and his members since they are close with Jungwon but neither of them know where and what happen to Jungwon.

You also went to his house but you didn’t get any response when you knocked on the door. You started to feel empty and sad. You thanked Beomgyu for cheering you up and always assure you that your best friend would be fine.

However, one day while you were out dating with Beomgyu, you opened your phone when you felt its vibrating. You looked at the notification and your eyes widened at the new message you got from your best friend, Jungwon.   

Help me please

And that was enough to stop whatever you were doing. You asked Beomgyu to send you to Jungwon’s house. You guessed he was at the house since he didn’t say any specific location. It was nearly midnight and you didn’t care about that. What you only care at the moment was Jungwon. You can’t help but to be wondering why he was texting that at the first place. You just hope everything is fine.

But your boyfriend thought otherwise. Beomgyu didn’t know why he thought the text message from your friend was a trap. He felt like there will be something terrible going to happen but he doesn’t want to upset you since Jungwon is your best friend. He can see from your eyes how excited and worried when you got that message.

“Are you sure Jungwon was the one who texted you?”

“Yes, Beomgyu. It’s not like I delete his number from my contact.”

“I mean it’s just ridiculous. At least he need to call you first and explain everything.”

“Let’s hear it when we arrived at his house.”

“I just want you to be safe, Y/n.”

“Jungwon is my friend, Beomgyu. I know he will never hurt me.”

Your last words made the conversation stop. Both of you and Beomgyu worried about different things. He worried about your safety and you worried about Jungwon. Beomgyu wanted to say something but before he can even do that, a car suddenly crashed to your side and made the car spun few times. Beomgyu hold his steering tightly and tried to make a turn so he can prevent the spinning and end up bumped his car hardly to a utility pole.

You felt so dizzy and you could sense blood dripping on top of your head. You heard Beomgyu was yelling for you to not sleep but you can’t control yourself. The dizziness had made you so weak and couldn’t think  about other things anymore. Beomgyu’s scream was a last thing you heard before you passed out.

“Fuck, Y/n. Wake up! AArghh!!!”

Beomgyu was screaming in pain when he yelled at you. He tried to reach his phone that fell down near the gas pedal. He wanted to call for help but before he could try, he sense a light from the other side of his car. He turned around noticed the car had damage on its bumper so he started screaming for help. He tried to wave even though his arm hurt so bad but after few minutes he realized that the driver didn’t go out from their car instead the car started to reverse and created long distance from his car.

“You sick fuck! How dare you leave after hitting us?”

But, the car was not leaving actually. It stopped at some point when it reaches around 100 metres from Beomgyu’s car. Beomgyu already sensed some danger when the car stopped. He tried to start back his engine but nothing could work when his car got too many damages.

And what he guessed was right because the next thing happened was the car started went towards him in a full speed making Beomgyu’s car overturned when it's collided. This time, the impact was so bad that made Beomgyu’s body out of his car and landed on the hard road. He groaned at the pain on his abdomen but keep trying to go to his car just want let you out. But then, he went shocked when another car suddenly appeared and there were few guys went out from it.

“Please, please help us. My girlfriend’s in there. Please take her first.”

“God damn it. Why is he not dying yet? I thought the second crash would finish him already.”

“Relax. I would finish him by myself.”

 Beomgyu were shaking when he heard familiar voices. The road is empty and dark so it’s difficult to see those faces. He tried to stand up but obviously the strength he had on his body already gone. He felt betrayed and frustrated when he finally saw the faces.

“You.…you did this?! Do you know how worried Y/n is?!!!”

Jungwon stood up in front of  Beomgyu with a smug face. He went closer to Beomgyu and whispered something to the man.

“She did? I’m so happy then. Now, say goodbye to Y/n cause I ain’t letting you live.”

“You are crazy, Jungwon. You did this just because you are jealous?!!You insecure--”

BANGGG!!!!

With just one shot Beomgyu fell to the road and dead immediately. Jungwon scoffed and kept his gun inside his pocket before went to you. Thankfully, you are still breathing after the crash. He picked you up and put you inside the car.

“Can you guys please clear this up and make sure all of the footage on this road got erased?”

“Sure, Jungwon. We can clear this up. Just focus on Y/n.”

Jungwon looked at his friends started to take Beomgyu’s dead body into their car and clean the blood off the road. Then, he turned to you and caressed your face. The dried blood on your face didn’t disgust him at all. Instead, he licked it to make your face clean.

“You miss me, hmm? I’m here baby. We are going to be together finally.”

You and him are going to be fine.

ahh first part is done finally 😂 I'm sorry for the cliffhanger but i hope you guys enjoy, im still doing the second part so i cant exactly state when it will come out but when it's ready i will tell yall

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[starlightandfairies]

Okay, first of all, sorry for my bad English, but could you maybe write a story with Kalus where you are all together (his siblings and Elena, Damon, Stefan etc.) in a room and spend time together, or rather solve another problem. Klaus notices how absent you are and how quiet you are the whole time. And later you disappear to a quiet place where you can be alone but then he shows up? The story need to be sweet😪

Description: gets overwhelmed and needs some time to relax

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

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Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, f/ice/c

Word Count: 1,013

First Person's pov

Everyone was here. Bonnie, Elena, Damon, Enzo, Stefan, Elijah, Rebekah, Caroline and Niklaus. My house was normally the meeting place, today was no different. I couldn't tell you what the issue was this time, I've been out of it for the past week. It's been hard, at the start of the week, I nearly got badly hurt while the next big-bad came along and after Stefan saved my butt, I got reprimanded by him for being so reckless and stupid. 

 I hated being yelled at or being near someone being yelled at. Ever since I was little, I've hated loud noises, so that incident at the start of the week just became a series of things building on top of each other. It was late, I was already overwhelmed and overstimulated, everyone was shouting at each other, demanding they be heard and that they were right. 

"Dammit Damon! You cannot just expect us all to run around your agenda!" 

"What else can we do?" Damon roared, I stared at my hands in my lap, fiddling with the skirt of my dress. I could feel Niklaus' eyes on me, they have been for the last little while, I have no clue what he was thinking or what he wanted but having him look at me, analysing me and my every move. 

"Love, are you alright?" Niklaus softly murmured, I simply hummed in response, not meeting his eye or the disapproving hum that came from his lips. Everyone kept yelling, hitting my furniture in frustration, I could feel the tears bubbling and the prickling in my throat, If I didn't get away now then I'd breakdown in front of everyone. 

While everyone was gathering around the table, writing out a plan for stopping this big bad, I slipped away and sat in my bedroom. I let out a shaky breath, letting the tears slip from my eyes and sobbed into my hands. I curled into my mattress, clutching my teddy bear to my chest and hoping all the chatter in my brain would fade away. 

"So, this is the great Y/n L/n's bedroom." I sat up, rubbing my eyes, watching as Niklaus sat on the edge of my bed and turned to face me. I took a deep breath, pushing myself up and rested my teddy bear in my lap, watching him as he gazed around my room before his eyes landing me again. 

"I am going to ask again... love. Are you alright?" His voice was smooth, gentle and even caring. On any normal day I could listen to him talk for hours on end, he had such a pretty voice. 

"No... no, I'm not alright." 

"Tell me what's wrong, love." It was a gentle demand, something I wouldn't fight against. 

"I've just been feeling very overwhelmed and overstimulated. Got too much." Niklaus simply nodded, took my hand into his and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. Niklaus hummed, his face scrunching up in thought before it relaxed and his eyes gazed upon me soothingly. 

"I will kick them out from your home. They can take this to the Salvatore manor." 

"Thank you." He nodded and looked at my teddy bear. 

"What is this lovely thing's name?" I was grateful for the distraction, clutching to the arms of the bear a little tighter and smiled. 

"Her name is Pebbles. I got her when I was a baby. I know it's silly... not being a kid anymore and having a teddy bear still." Niklaus shrugged, seemingly not bothered by this. 

"Does it bring you comfort?" I nodded. 

"Then why should it matter?" 

"I suppose you are right, Niklaus." He chuckled once I said his name, I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my own smile at bay from his sweet laughter. 

"You always call me Niklaus. I don't think I have ever heard you call me Klaus."

"I like calling you Niklaus. It sounds nice, it just rolls off the tongue." He chuckled nodding, turning his body to face me better. I took another breath, finding the uneasy feeling fading away the longer I sat in Niklaus' presence. It was quiet up here, I could just here the others and every time I would react to the group becoming more vocal, Niklaus would bring my attention back to him by asking about something in my room. 

My cat walked into the room, jumping onto Niklaus' lap, curling into him and hitting his hands with her paw to get him to pet her. 

"She's a sweet thing, I'm sorry, I'll call her off." 

"It's okay, I do not mind, your cat and you are quite welcome to my lovely presence and comfort whenever." I chuckled at the light sound of arrogance in his voice. He continued petting my cat for a little while until she jumped off and he took that as his moment to stand up and held out his hand. 

"Y/n, I think you need some time away from these headaches. Do you trust me?" I nodded, I really did, not once had Niklaus used me for his gain, he hadn't betrayed my trust once and I don't believe he ever would. 

"Yeah, okay." He picked me up, then sped out my window. Niklaus took me to a look-out in a couple towns over, it overlooked the water and no one else was nearby. The water brushed up against the rocks, soothing and peaceful. Within a blink he disappeared and within another he had a cup full of f/ice/c. 

"Thank you. Y-you didn't need to do this."  "You are feeling down, a sweet treat can always help. As I am told." I took small spoonfuls of the ice cream and started swaying to the gentleness of the violin. 

"You know my favourite ice cream, my favourite instrument and my favourite song. How?"  

"I have my ways, love." He whispers, letting me bask in the peace of the music. 

[glossykissies]

needddd to spend a lazy day with frankie and be glued to his side all day 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

frank is so the type to always wanna be on his feet doing something, walking around fixing things around your apartment that need repairing until there’s nothing left to fix. but today, you had him glued to your side on the couch after the worlds longest week, drifting in and out of naps with the tv humming peacefully in the background.

his gruff voice wakes you up, it’s so gentle still — you can even hear the smile without looking at him.

“c’mon — y’killing this old man, i gotta move around baby you know me. how ‘bout we go get some noodles from down the street. the place you like. what’you say, huh?” he gives you a light jostle with his arm and you whine in response, squeezing your eyes shut as you curl more into him. he huffs out a chuckle. “really? it’s that bad?”

waking yourself up, you stretch before sitting up to be eye level with him. you haven’t used your voice in a while so it’s all croaky and broken, which he finds adorable. as you speak he brushes a thumb over your jaw.

“how about… we order food here. so we don’t have to move… and i can continue cuddling you. ‘cos you’re warm.” you smile sweetly, knowing it won’t take much to convince him. you were spoiled after all. he tilts his head, mirroring your smile.

“yeah? that what you want, lazy bones?”

“mhm.” you nod, victorious and he shakes his head, smirk lingering as he reaches his arm out to your side.

“hows pizza then? that way i can pay in cash.” frank didn’t like having a card, didn’t like how trackable they were.

“pizza sounds yummy. ‘long as you don’t order pineapple on yours again.”

he heaves out another chuckle as he dials the number into the landline, shooting you a playful look. “n’what if i do, lil’ girl?”

you’d usually have a smart and silly quip-back ready in return, but the ‘lil girl’ nickname silenced you enough, muddling your brain for enough time to let him win.

[riordanness]

fictional — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

wordcount: 2.1K

warnings: none

‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Not Like Me - Lando Norris

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"Baby?" you heard from the upstairs as the front door was closed. 

"Up here!" you called back, waiting for Lando to walk through the door of your bedroom. 

"Why are you in bed already?" he asked, checking his watch as he came into the room and saw you, still in your pyjamas with the curtains closed and blinds drawn. "Didn't feel like getting up," you said, sinking further into the pillows. 

You hadn't been feeling like yourself recently, and sometimes you just needed to stay in bed in the dark to clear your head. Today, however, the darkness wasn't taking your hand and pulling you out of the slump you were in.

"Hey, you OK?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. Lando placed his hand on your duvet-clad thigh and gently ran his fingers up and down the span of your thigh. "Yeah, just a bit tired. How was golf?" you asked, changing the subject. 

As much as you tried to deny it, Lando knew every one of your little diversion tactics, and he knew exactly how to get around them. "It was pretty good, Alex won and George was pretty dismal, but that might have been due to how we changed George's club so he was hitting it skew," he lightly giggled, hoping to put a smile on your face. 

You weakly smiled, trying to show that you were alright and you were trying to figure out ways to get him to leave you alone for another hour or two. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate him trying to help, but sometimes, you just wanted to be alone. 

"What have you been up to today?" he asked, the first attempt at getting around the diversions was slightly pressing questions. "Nothing much,  just watched a couple movies and stuff,"

"Do you want to come downstairs with me for a bit?" he asked, trying to get you out of the darkness for a bit. Maybe stretching your legs might do you some good, and Lando hoped it would lighten your mood a bit. 

"I'm alright, I think I'll stay here for a bit," you said, hoping he would get the hint and leave you for a little while. Lando sighed almost in defeat, but he had one more plan to get you to open up. Well, it wasn't a plan, it was just asking you straight up.

"Come on, what's wrong?" he asked as you rolled over in bed to face away from him. "I know something's up," he spoke, earning absolutely no response from you. 

"Look, you don't have to tell me, but it might help," you turned back around and just looked at him for a few moments. There was no denying that Lando knew you weren't feeling great, and he would do everything in his power to help you feel like a million dollars again. 

"I just-" you started, immediately doubling back on your words. "It's silly, it doesn't matter," you said, starting to turn back over for a third time. But, Lando braced his hand on your waist to stop you from rolling.

"Baby, if it's how you feel, then it could never be silly and it most certainly matters. It matters more than anything else in the world," he softly soothed, tangling his fingers in your hair and soothingly tickled you.

"I just don't feel like... Me. And I don't know why," you groaned, leaning more into his touch as it made good vibrations ripple through your brain. "You don't need to know why you feel the way you do. They're your feelings, they don't need a reason," he explained, and the pieces were clicking in your brain.

"I just don't know how to get back to feeling like my normal self," you complained, wanting to be like yourself again. "Give it some time, darling. These things take time, and you can talk to me at any time about anything if you think it will help," he smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

"I love you, Lando," you said, appreciating what he was doing for you. Sometimes, you felt bad for putting your problems onto him, but he always dismissed your apologies. "I love you too, Y/N. Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

"Can you cuddle me?" you batted your eyelashes at him as if there was a possibility that he'd say no, but it just added to the scene. "Of course," he smirked, rounding the foot of the bed and you felt the mattress dip behind you. 

Rolling over, you saw a few of Lando's curls had fallen over his eyes as he flicked them out of the way. "C'mere," he mumbled, pulling you as close to him as possible. Your legs tangled together as he wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight. 

 "You're brilliant," you yawned, already feeling tired even after you had spent the whole day in bed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck as one of his hands gently trailed up and down your spine. 

"I try," he quietly laughed in your ear, his lips ghosting over it. As you drifted off to sleep to the sound of Lando's soft breathing, it already felt like a part of you was returning, and maybe the darkness had been reaching out for you all along.

|masterlist|

[senualothbrok]

Mmmmm Gale just waking up, sleepy but also warm and disheveled, delighted and hungry... yes, please.

Yessss @theletteraesc! Absolutely love it when you slip into my ask box! <3 <3 <3

Today is fully a work day but I am so brainrotted by Gale that I genuinely cannot function as a human being with gainful employment.

What perfect timing for your ask as I have been totally unable to move on from @calolily's breathtaking rendition of the view you wake up to the morning after your first night in Waterdeep. (Thank you so much @calolily for this gift.)

Remember that drabble tennis match we had about waking up to Gale (and appreciating his grey hairs and laughter lines)? Ugh, I need this. Someone build a virtual simulation of this please so I can go and live in it.

Here's what happened in my brain as a result of your ask, anyway...

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You feel the brush of hair against your eyelids first, the faint scent of sea air and scrolls. There is a gentle surge of warmth against your cheek, his breath like the ripple of a bath. In the haze of sleep you shift, savouring the anchor of his arm around your waist, your face nestled between the bristles of his jawline and the dark softness of the pillow beneath. Your leg tangles into the downy heat of his own, settling into the stillness of half-slumber.

Dimly, you can hear the song of seagulls, hurried voices, bustling footsteps on the docks. You can feel the orange glow of sunlight behind your eyelids, tugging at wakefulness. But neither of you move. You could lie like this forever, wrapped up in each other.

When he begins to grizzle, you open your eyes reluctantly. You breathe deeply, drinking from the well of his musk, the fragrance formed from the exertion of love and the unforgettable notes of Gale - sandalwood and sweat and firewood, book dust and leather. You can never get enough of his smell. You feel the tickle of his nose against your neck as he inhales sharply, rhythmically, and you know that he is doing the same - drawing from the well of you, the heady scent of home. His eyes remain closed as he pulls you closer, his lashes thick and matted with the mist of sleep. His thigh moves up to drape over your hip, and you feel the heat of his core like a bonfire, crackling and comforting.

You smile and huff a little as your fingers weave through the mess of his waves. Little tangled bunches gather around his crown and ears, and in this moment, there is nothing more endearing than the sight of him tousled and dishevelled, fully at peace, fully himself.

You laugh as his sleep-calloused lips graze your flurrying hand, a trail of languid kisses down your forearm. His eyes flutter into slow focus, his features glowing in a grin when they meet yours.

"Your hair is ridiculous." Your voice is still strained from your activities the night before. He wrinkles his nose as you work through a particularly stubborn knot. "We need to do something about this."

He hums. His low rasp rumbles through you. "On the contrary, I rather think this mess is a source of pride."

"Pride?"

In the glimmer of morning sunlight, Gale's grey hairs shine like polished silver. You yourself feel strangely proud to be able to touch them like this, anytime you want.

He blows out a breath as his fringe falls over his face. You brush the loose strands out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear.

"Of course." He gives his characteristic half smirk, that tantalising invitation. "It's a testament to how much we enjoyed ourselves. The disarray of one's locks is a sure and certain sign of the degree of one's passion."

You titter. Sometimes, Gale says the most absurd things. Your whimsical, silly man.

"In fact," he muses, his lithe fingers running through the tresses that fall over your shoulders, "Your hair looks remarkably unruffled. Not a strand out of place, not a tangle in sight."

His leg bears down against your back, drawing you nearer. You feel a hard twitch against your inner thigh, a spasm within your centre.

"Oh," you answer, suddenly understanding his whimsy perfectly. "That won't do."

"No." He tuts, his hand moving between you, his hot mouth seeking yours. "But we can rectify that."

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST ❤️

Chapter 14

Brian walked into the house and immediately burst into tears. He crumpled to floor and cried for his mommy. “Oh baby, my goodness what’s wrong?” she asked as she sat down on the floor next to him. He nuzzled his face into her chest. She held him tight, “Shhhhh, everything is ok. Mommy is here. Do you think you can calm down enough to tell me what happened?”

Between sobs, Brian tried to tell her about his day, “I I, wet my pull-up twice today and then I lost my paci, but Samantha found and gave it back to me. And then she told me I should wear thicker protection.” His speech sounded like that of an excited toddler, as his short sentences rolled one into the next, “And, and, and then I had to go to a meeting about a new client and it was Babies R Us. I got so nervous in the meeting that I tried to pee just a little bit, but but but…”. Brian wailed like a helpless child. He was so upset that he didn’t even notice that he was uncontrollably wetting his pants again. Rebecca noticed the growing wet spot on the front of his pants. She continued to act like a concerned mother, but inside she was elated. He was becoming a baby before her very eyes, “But what honey? Tell mommy what happened.”

“I, I, I…soaked my pull-up. I am so ashamed mommy, I’m becoming a baby. I don’t know how I am going to make it through work tomorrow,” he buried his head into her chest again.

“That was very of brave of you to tell me what happened. And you know what? You are just a baby. You are mommy’s special little boy. Babies have accidents. That why I put you in pull-ups this morning. But it sounds like Samantha might be right. We might need to send you in something a little thicker tomorrow. Although you are just a baby, just imagine that when you are at work, you are pretending to be a big boy and doing all the things big boys do. But when you get home, you won’t have to pretend anymore. Mommy knows its hard being a big boy. Now, I see a very wet little boy who is desperate need of a change,” she said lifting up off the floor.

Brian let her guide him back to the bedroom. He descended into a haze again, but he knew that mommy would make everything better. She laid out a changing mat on the bed and beckoned him over. She unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, “Ok step out these for me.” Brian stuck his thumb in his mouth and followed her directions. After taking off his pants, she pulled off his soaking wet onesie. “Lay down on the changing bad for me. Oh my goodness you are soaked. You really went pee-pee,” she said as she tickled his belly. Brian giggled behind his thumb. She tore off the pull-up and wiped him down with some wipes. You know what, I think we should get you into a bath. Won’t that be nice?” she cooed at him.

She led him off into the bathroom and set his naked butt on the toilet seat, his thumb never leaving his mouth. “Now you sit here like a good boy, while I start your bath.” Brian just nodded, content to let her do everything for him. She drew he bath and added some bubbles. “Ok, hop in.” Brian sat down, the water barely coming up over his crotch, but he didn’t mind. The bubbles smelled nice and it was fun to splash. “Brian, I got you something for bath time,” she said excitedly and produced a big rubber ducky. His eyes lit up. In the past, his adult brain prevented him from truly enjoying his toys, but this felt different. He was genuinely excited about the rubber ducky. “Can you tell me what sound a duck makes?” Rebecca asked as she kneeled down next to the tub.

“Qwack,” Brian chirped.

“That’s right!”she cheered. “Now you play with that while mommy cleans you up.” Brian moved his ducky through the water and splashed about, making all kinds of silly little sounds. Rebecca smiled and laughed at her silly little boy, “Mommy is so very happy to see you playing and enjoying yourself. Isn’t that so much better than worrying about all those scary big boy things?”

Brian fervently nodded his head and went back to playing. Rebecca grapped a wash cloth and started washing him all over. He bristled a little when she washed his face and behind his ears. “Can you stand up, mommy needs to wash that pee-pee and your cute little butt.” Brian did as he was told. She rubbed the washcloth over his crotch and his bottom. Brian’s thumb returned to his mouth and she washed him up. Two days ok, if she had done this, he would have been overcome with shame and embarrassment, but in this moment it felt right. He had not a care in the world. “Ok its time to hop out now.”

“But mommy, I don’t wanna. I was having fun with ducky,” he whined.

“I know sweetheart and I’m so glad that you are having fun, but mommy still has to make dinner. And I know a big baby that needs to get his diaper on. We don’t want you peeing all over the floor,” she guided him out of the tub and dried him off. Hand in hand, the two returned to the bedroom where she diapered him and dressed him in another onesie. She clipped on a different pacifier than he was used to and he made a face at Rebecca. “Mommy has already started getting my baby lots of stuff.” Brian didn’t respond, but simply popped the pacifier in his mouth. In just a matter of two days, Brian was growing more and more dependent on his pacifier. It soothed him. He recalled his mother saying that he had a hard time letting go of it when he was a toddler.

After he was diapered and dressed, she led back to the den and laid him down on the couch like she had done the previous evening. She went to the kitchen and retuned with a bottle of milk and then placed the headphones over his ears. “Remember, this music helps you relax and be the best baby you can for mommy,” she whispered and then kissed his forehead. Brian began to nurse the bottle and in a few moments his eyes closed. When she was certain that he was content, she went to the kitchen to make dinner. But before she started cooking, she pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts. She and Brian had gone out for drinks with Samantha on a few occasions. Although she didn’t know her well, they got along well. There was something about her she knew she could trust. She found her number and sent her a message: We need to talk.

[pyxxiestyxx]

Tasting the Air

(cw for: drugplay)

"Well well well, what have we here?" You lifted your head in confusion, looking up at the plant filling the entrance to your bedroom. You were spread out on your bed, which had been converted into a nest sometimes in the last 3 eons….or minutes. A large assortment of plushies walled you in; normally they kept you safe, but in this instance all they did was prevent you from escaping to under the bed as the affini approached.

She leaned over you, resting a knee on the mattress for balance. "Did someone have a bit too many xenodrugs today?" You lazily followed her movements as she reached out and grabbed your hand, holding up it and the inhaler you were still grasping. Oh, you were high? That explains why everything felt….so nice…

The affini giggled at you, shaking her head. "I was on my way home when I got a ping from your Hab AI. Apparently you had said something about, "needing help finding your feet?" The hab wasn't sure how to handle that, so it contacted me~" She raised your legs into the air, barely tickling the bottoms of your soles. "And look what we have here! Two little feetsies, safe and sound. Now, what do we say when someone helps us?" Your mouth struggles to form the words, as if they were marbles slipping from your lips. "T-thank you Miss." "Oh, and so polite too~ I think that deserves a reward, doesn't it?" She moved fully onto the bed now, still holding your feet in the air as she maneuvers in between them. The vine around your hand directs it down, down, down to your face. "Open up dear~" You shook your head weakly; you didn't even know how many you had already taken, and having more was not going to end well. She sighed, then leaned forward, pressing your legs back until they were level with your head in…in something you had heard referred to as a mating press. "Silly little terran~ you're clearly much too high to decide when a reward should be given. Let me handle those things for you, okay?" Your mouth drops open with a single pulse of her eyes, and the puff of drugged air is breathed in without you even noticing. She holds your mouth and nose shut for a while, saying something about making sure it has time to soak in. You were too busy writhing in ecstasy to care at that point.

The last thing your brain forms as any kind of memory is her leaning in for a kiss, as her injector flowers hover enticingly over your bare skin. That…and the feeling of her vines sliding over your neck.

Then you were too high to do anything but everything she said~

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

so like . maybe opening a Google doc for this is a bit much however (future sage after they finished, it was not. it was not a bit much) . consider . who cares

the paragraph analysis (that isn't 2k words) - morally grey, maybe leaning more villain, some vague concepts of like- power? (of the magic kind?), probably was part of a group / company and isn't anymore . also like . getting vague toxic ex vibes from at least two of those songs.

anyway. I've gotten very good at analyzing songs as we all know. and so - a short little analysis based on nothing but the vibes of those songs <3

-> [Bones]

-> giving very morally grey kinda vibes? something about like- “I'll take the long road home that's lined with blood and snow” have they killed people? maybe their past involves some kind of death? the whole thing of innocent but they'll still serve time, maybe they're being blamed for some kind of death? The line about being your own worst enemy - do they blame *themself* for something that happened? do they think they're a bad person and keep going on anyway? Also that first like “can you believe in something that you can't even see? Can you agree we're part of something bigger than you and me?” Very ‘part of a suspicious group” kinda vibes, especially with the other lines about blood and innocence. “The mirror's always showing me a shell of who I used to be” maybe they used to be a better person than what they are now? (Looks at Little Wolf. looks at Little Wolf so hard)

-> vaguely kinda . toxic (or more than just toxic) ex vibes if you look at it in the right lens . like the lines about “you can give and take” and “Crack my bones but my heart won't break” like. yeah

-> [AC/DC]

-> this one is giving me . a time . because okay the main thought is of course like- robot. or some kind of mechanical parts, connected somehow to something like that?

-> if we go robot route, you have the obvious of like- morally grey robot being used by slightly evil group / company to do their dirty work, but in combination with all of the other songs I'm not quite sure that really fits completely?

-> could actually be more *the group / company* talking to starbound!sherb as opposed to starbound!sherb themself, which in context to the other songs I feel might be a bit more likely? honestly this song is the most confusing one to me-

-> [Rats]

-> something about how the group they work for is a little evil and they're all kind of rats and rats aren't considered good or clean or anything (something about having blood on their hands?) “Guess he's only got himself to blame” Something about how they've done bad things but (they believe) it's kinda their fault because they kept doing it without any question

-> and the other thing . toxic ex vibes . just very toxic relationship vibes . something about “love me like the rats in the cupboard” but like they wouldn't be loved because no one *wants* rats in their cupboard. the “watch me me burn and feed the flames” something about a possible partner (or I guess this could be like- okay I have brain worms and they definitely *were* apart of some kind of group so this could be referring to that but . lemme have my fun <3 - and this doesn't feel like the kinda song sherb would pick if thats the case? soooooo /silly) letting them wear themself down and feed the fire of why they're not a good person? “Do you ever get sick of watching me cave in” like ??? okay now . something about getting close to someone and then just . They don't help you and just watch you from afar. mmm. “Pull me apart and spreed me thin” do I need to elaborate . like. same reason as the last one- “told me she was back and here to stay, said she loved me and she wants my money, well I told her not today” very like- maybe controlling past partner maybe? this whole song gives very toxic relationship vibes and I dunno how else you want me to say that- “love me like the rats in the cupboard, not enough to keep a dying flame” something something starbound!sherb finally walking away from this? finally going off and trying to distance themself from this person?

-> half vaguely coherent thought of maybe like- them leaving the possible group they could've been apart of and like- getting into a relationship that isn't healthy in the slightest bc they haven't been able to process and the other side is just toxic? you know? shrug

-> [Sinners]

-> very just . morally grey vibes. not like lyric wise just like Vibe wise you must listen to it to understand I feel. “I must be good for something” so they want to be useful huh? is that a thing they wanna do? hm? /silly “oh Sinners come down, come gather round” something about maybe formerly being in a group - maybe being in some sort of higher up position? who knows, not me, clearly. “Let's go have some fun before they put us in the ground” so there's people after their group or just them perhaps? (with the addition of leave me alone later on the playlist, this is highly likely that *someone* is after them) “lions sit in solemn lines, drinking gin and dropping lines” something about whatever they do being very like- controlling? (could tie back to AC/DC maybe?) like them being on a tight ship perhaps? there's a lot of repeating lyrics in this one so there's not too much for me to look at with my eyes :(

-> [Little Wolf]

-> so this is the outlier of the group it'd seem . and . okay I've been brain worms about this one. because there's like- two ways yoou can see this one. also they're for sure not Athena I hope we can agree on that-

-> so option number one that- I think makes the most sense, is that in the context of this song they'd be antinuous. Kinda of more of that “morally grey, leaning a bit more ‘villain’” kinda vibes they got going? Just very antagonistic and stuff like that? (To who is another question but we probably can't get that just from the playlist)

-> other option is they're telemachus - a younger version of them only hoping to be a good person (perhaps joining a group in hopes they'd be able to help out with space horrors?), being taken under the wing of someone older and willing to protect them. (something about how arguably, under this interpretation, they could very easily be *both* telemachus and antinuous, trying to be good at the beginning and only ending up a worse person despite. Perhaps this is some kind of internal dialog, who knows. it's funky thinking about what's up with them)

-> [Dark Science]

-> This is the part I get the vague power vibes from? it just has that vibes and I can't explain it more than that-

-> actually on second thought it could also just be like- the group they were / could've been a part of? like something about their leader or a recruiter talking to starbound!sherb? and or star!sherb talking to like- a victim, but I lean more to the first option? something about the pre-chorus “Of your cold heart, no spark Restarting your true dark With mismatched animal parts Cannibal starved, natural Death is just the start” Feels very like- trying to convince them that it's gonna be fine and whatever they're going to do to star!sherb will all be fine (maybe they're like- cyborg? or along this song maybe some funky alien things? which could maybe also add to the powers idea that I've slightly squashed) and the chorus telling someone to not be afraid feels very “someone trying to convince someone else this group / these people are good and this is completely normal and ethical :)” also this - “With every draw I paint a picture Perfect murder scene But if these mortuary walls could talk We both know that they’d scream Hindsight is the only judge and jury that I need” feels very like- their story has *something* to do with death of some kind, be that literal or like- something else I'm not sure we can figure out. also the bridge talks about control and being a “cog” and. yeah I think their story perhaps also has something to do with control . I feel like those are the two major vibes I get. (Add the toxic ex idea to that? mmmmmm)

-> [Cavalryman]

-> something about being a soldier something about doing people's dirty work something about being apart of a slightly evil group something something. I don't have big brain worms about this song its just very big vibes honestly. also a lot of stuff about death yet again? like I feel like this could perhaps be a big part of their story… just guessing here though who knows… /silly

-> [Do What I Gotta]

-> morally grey bitch <3 /pos - also, seems like they might be on their own now perhaps? not apart of a group anymore - something like they left it for something better? (being morally grey still <3) anyway. “This city got issues lucky for us though I'm a one man armada” something about them trying to fix everything on their own (points back to that idea in Sinners of “I must be good for something” perhaps?) “I'm a bottle half full cause I got a good feeling that this world will truly start healing long as I do my part and keep a head start” very funky vibes going on here - seems a but more optimistic than the previous songs seemed? maybe they're trying to change their ways (albeit still in a definitely morally grey kinda way) or something like that so they can reverse any harm they could've done? “Imma do what's best if I get knocked down i'll start from the bottom” something about how they're willing to start all over if they get knocked off wherever they are? thyre *willing* to start over and still climb their way back up to the top. and then the . “count your days, I don't care what city you stay, I don't care what path you walk, the fact that you walks enough to get slain” Oh so like they're definitely killing people . so like regardless of what they did before they're probably definitely killing people still- “”we are your friends, we're in your crew, we are like you,” or that what they say” so maybe they're killing the people they used to associate with question mark? “Your choice is easy just pick a side but pick the wrong one and you'll probably die” funky funky funky for sure guys . normal

-> [Leave Me Alone]

-> puts my fingers together . toxic ex makes an appearance perhaps . I dunno something about this song in combination with Rats (and also Bones a little) is giving very toxic ex vibes and also probably like- their past group too but. lemme toxic ex truth here for a little bit please <3 “you took the money but the money couldn't buy a friend” points, there was a reference to money in rats and it was In a very oh this person wants this but I won't give it to them and this also maybe has that kinda vibes. also the whole just . leave me alone idea . toxic maybe kinda controlling vibes from rats and bones - it's not a *long* stretch to assume they might be after star!sherb? “The devil that you is better than the devil that you don't” perhaps like- maybe star!sherb not wanting to hurt whoever after them despite everything (the devil they know being the person after them, and the devil they don't being star!sherb? something about how star!sherb definitely is like . okay with murder-) “go fly a kite until your tangled in the hanging tree” Well that's a way to tell someone to kill themself- okay no for real something about how maybe in this case star!sherb doesn't want to get their hands dirty? and they want someone else, or even the person after them, to do it themself as opposed to otherwise (if we go toxic ex situation, something about still feeling things for them despite everything?)

uhhhhhhhh, I think that's all. word count on all of that is like two thousand words . thought that'd be shorter guess I'm just too much of a loser for that. anyway I have brainworms about starbound!sherb I hope that's clear 🧍‍♂️

[jade-jini]

imagine loser g!p yunjin…

(These pics came to save my writer block)

Imagine? I breathe for every word in that sentence anon😭. You get me too well we should kiss anyway.

Loser Yunjin who made you fall for her with her silly jokes and pickup lines and loud personality😭 Yunjin is part of the loser puppy line (yes with minjeong) so you know she gets excited easily. Girlie is loud. Even at lunch time where is crowded af you can easily tell whose loud ass laugh is that. That kept catching your attention, until you recognized her in one of your classes and for some reason couldn’t stop looking at her.

Oh but Yunjin? No she’s noticed you since day 1. Not only noticed you but she fell HARD. She had Sakura already tired ‘cause of how much she’d talk about you. She has dreamy eyes and a dreamy smile just mentioning something you did, something as simple as “today the professor asked a question and nobody knew. Well, I did, but then- KKURA LISTEN! But then y/n raised her hand really fast! And her answer was even more correct than my answer!”

“How is it more correct if you had the same answer Yunjin—”

“IT WAS MORE CORRECT OK? IT WAS PERFECT! She is perfect :(”. Loser. Loser and simp.

Whenever you walk into the room her friends would tell her and she’d go from playing around recreating this fight scene she saw while playing genshin to just quickly shutting up and be like 🧍🏻‍♀️pretending she was all well behaved and cool but it was too late you saw the whole thing ndkdjdj. She got so embarrassed but you thought it was cute 😭 you’d exchange a few words from time to time but nothing too serious, and she always had either a silly joke or a “pickup line” that was so bad it made you laugh every time. Yunjin in her brain be like: I failed successfully :D!

One day tho some mf saw the way she’d stare at you and told her somebody like you would never even look at a loser like her in that way :( poor baby got so sad that day but plot twist! You started playing genshin ‘cause of her 🥺, favorite character being Yunjin Ofc for obvious reasons (when you told her she blushed so hard ‘cause you winked at her and everything nsjdncjf) and that’s how you started talking to her, asking her questions that you could totally figure out by yourself but shush you needed an excuse to talk to the cute nerdy loser in your program.

I feel like I already talked a lot 💀 so I won’t make it too long explaining exactly how you started dating (here it is!). So now the smut part uhuhu.

Since you bonded well ‘cause of genshin, you’d have a lot of play dates. Sometimes tho, you prefer to watch your gf playing sitting on her lap. At first it was cute, but she moves so much when playing, and you and her dick noticed it before her brain did “... Yun is your mic off?” “Yes baby, why? Hmm? Where are you go—” And before she can process it you’re already on your knees sucking her cock and moaning ‘cause Omg doesn’t it taste and feels amazing in your mouth?? Also thank god you checked if her mic was off because she let out the loudest moan. remember I said she was loud? Yeah it continues here bro. You looked up at her and she was so ready to forget the game and concentrate on only you but you stopped her from getting up and told her to finish playing.

“H-how am I supposed to c - oh fuck ~ concentrate when you’re doing that??…” she said while “complaining” but in the end, obeyed. it was so hard to focus tho, when you kept swirling your tongue around her tip, giving her those hungry sexy eyes that made her whimper every time she looked down at you “Ah! y/n ~ that’s so good baby…”.

She LOVES when you ride her when she’s playing. Being balls deep inside you the moment she wins a match in a game? What’s better than that?! Nothing. “I WON AGAIN YES!” She’d celebrate and get so excited she’d just grab you like you weigh nothing and either pin you against the wall, her desk, the bed Idk anywhere and she’ll fuck you sooo good with the biggest smile. When she gets frustrated or loses tho, you know damn right she’ll grab those hips and make you jump on her dick so hard, relieving her frustration on your pussy (she can use me like this I don’t mind-) and she won’t slow down until the pleasure is bigger than her anger. “Holy fuck Yunjin..!” “That’s for killing me when we were in the same team.” and that’s something you did last week Tf 😭

As I said she gets excited but not only on a daily basis with stuff she likes, she gets hard sooo easily and it’s fun to tease. You’re straddling her, grinding on her lap, teasing her about how hard she got just by kissing and she’d try to come up with something to tease you back but her brain is off because of how good you feel doing that and because she’s a loser “w-well my dick is bigger than yours!” Like ??? Yeah it is bro it is 😭 you just laugh making her embarrassed. “well yes, yes it is baby. And I love it” you’d say and she’d just blush and go back to kiss you neidjdq.

But she’s also so sweet :( you’d tell her you missed her and she’d softly say “I missed you too y/n…” while hugging you by the waist tightly, and leaving a little kiss on your nose. (Random cutie moment sorry I felt like it 🧍🏻‍♀️).

Oh yeah! Yunjin loveeees kisses. She’s always all over you kissing your face, your hands, your neck and shoulders and back when is exposed, and the rest of your body when is just you and her 🙊. She loves praising you by doing this. And she LOVES when you do it back. A sad day gets better the moment she sees you and you leave a kiss in her forehead (istg her tail goes brrr and she shows that perfect teeth smile).

She loves when you go from her neck to her chest to her stomach to between her legs. When you leave kisses and little bites on her thighs, and shower her cock with kisses that come with a little whimper every time. She finds it as sexy as it is cute too. You for sure have several pics of her dick with lipstick prints.

Cockwarming? Yes. But with her, this is a way of teasing YOU. It’s the only way she knows 😭 I’ll explain. Trying to overstimulate her does NOT work ‘cause her stamina and sex drive are HIGH. If you get tired when riding her be sure that she’ll grab your thighs and pound you fast and hard. She can go for hours, in different positions, never running out of cum.

“Yunjin.. please I can’t feel my legs”

“Hmmgh just one more.. feels so good, need to come in your pretty pussy..” she says as if she didn’t come in it so much already that even your floor is full of it ‘cause of how much it’s dripping down your legs. But you cant say no to her :( her cock feels too good you could die the happiest as long as it’s deep inside you <333.

Pussy drunk Yunjin? Uh yes FUCK YES. She can eat you out for HOURS. And not just ‘cause she loveees to make you feel good but it’s for her own pleasure too that woman just loves the way you tastes and how you make a mess in her mouth when you come. You’re the one ending up overstimulated ‘cause her mouth is Fuckin attached to your pussy like she’d die without it. “Just one more, for me baby please~” and ughhh there she has you coming for The Who knows what’th time already. Random but she’s 0 dom most of the time (I’d call her a service switch) all silly 😭

“Good girl, hehe.”

“Shut up and come kiss me.”

Just as she asks for “one more” in bed she also does it after it when you guys are cuddling and resting and pampering each other 🥺 in the morning when you both have to get ready she’d pull you back to bed “baby we have class in 30 minutes” “just 5 more minutes, please~” “I don’t wanna fail class Jen!” “I’ll do all your homework let’s just cuddle a little moreee~” and how to say no to that (the cuddles I mean-) lets bfr you can’t. You just can’t.

I’m genuinely so in love with her like y’all don’t understand. I could fantasize about her all day. Thank you anon I love my girlie so much <3