#the spots are still a bit wonky but I like what I made with this drawing

[morningmask27]

Seville isn't even a biology student, but the Biology department's Mascot, Pest, really loves xir (and the snacks it can steal from xir)

[sysig]

My printer hates me :) (with many thanks and credit to @niennanir as before)

Gosh aren’t they gorgeous tho ♥ Especially the latest and largest, though I have to give all the credit to the paper on that one haha, it’s stunning IRL, I could almost stare at the gold lattice forever rather than read, but I’m so happy with how it turned out between the pages as well!

Quick showcase of the new additions! :D

My Drinking Game as another test run, I got the spacing how I wanted it! Yay! It’s so much handsomer and less cramped! Also I gotta say, if it wasn’t such a large usage of paper, this would be my ideal way of checking for typos - I found a couple after setting it down to ink lol, they’ve been fixed now at least ♪ Paired here with the emerge, transformed three-parter, one of my all-time-favourites <3 I reread it the night I finished it and cried again, a little bit of tender mercy always wrecks me hhhh ♥ There are so many beautiful evocative lines! I’m so happy to hold it ♪ And as you can see above, that was the one that got the cute little ghost dust jacket :D

Another test run of what I’m calling volume 1 of my Vargas Drabbles lol, so not including Have you lost your mind? since that one’s currently unfinished. I do fully intend to print it once it’s done tho :3c Hopefully that one will cause me fewer problems! I hate measuring, so I may have flubbed two covers before finally getting this one into good enough shape XP And my red yarn is still in storage so >.> Did I go purchase another ball of red yarn? I’ll never tell. You can’t tell me it doesn’t look great as a bookmark tho <3

And my current happiest! Ah!! It turned out fantastic on all counts! The cover paper obviously, as I couldn’t Not lead with that, but also the size of the spine and the way the pages settled against each other while glueing - I used a different type of paper for this one and I think I’m completely converted over, it feels amazing to work with. Whatever I was using before had to have been like 15lbs lol, I’m literally just using normal 20lb printer paper but it feels and looks and behaves so much nicer <3 The size of Helix also allowed for a slightly larger bookmark, which was perfect because we had this soft gold ribbon that was all of a couple millimeters wider than the other ribbons/yarn I’d been using, and it looks so so so pretty with the gold detailing!! I’ve put it between Ch. 1 and 2 and getting to see the actual physical size differences of the chapters is so fun ♥

[dreamlogic]

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[laurorne]

༊*·˚ CRAVING YOUR WARMTH | aegon ii targaryen x targaryen bastard sister!reader

summary: two dragons who seek to move closer for warmth during their grief must remain apart, as they can only hurt one another with their sharp teeth and barely contained flames. though they both share the intentions of a close relationship, they're unable, for reasons they cannot avoid.

content: targaryen incest, angst, allusion of self-mutilation/harm, bastardphobia in westeros, night after intimacy suggested, self-hatred, blood, wonky metaphors and personification, no beta we die like vizzy t, badly written angst, that damn necklace

word count: 1.5k

a/n: let me tell you that i struggle writing angst, but god do i love reading it. i'm like my own self entertaining paradoxical concept and it astounds me

A gentle hand smoothing over his back is what stirs him from the throes of sleep, nails skating along his marked skin softly enough to tickle. He shifts as the hand moves from the expanse of his back up to his hair, rubbing circles into the crown of his head. Twirling bits of hair between deft fingers as she presses a kiss to the slope of his shoulder.

He hums, limbs stretching out clumsily as he rolls onto his side, fingers weak as his hand dances along the goose-down duvet until it reaches her. Her, and her softness, and her warmth.

“Wife.” He’s barely awake, even with the exasperated sigh that comes from his older sister.

“We are not wed, Aegon.” A gentle reminder from soft lips, her eyes taking in his tired demeanour, the curve of his brow.

She brushes the strand of choppy hair from his face, thumb dragging along the apple of his cheek.

He doesn’t speak for a moment, lids finally fluttering open as he stares up at her with those watery eyes. The ones he knew made her weak to suggestion. He lets his hand creep up her calf –where he can still feel the divets of scars from their childhood running through the gardens– until it finds home on the hand she has in her lap, he threads his fingers with hers. The number of rings adorning her fingers was thanks to him: he and his obsession with keeping his older sister glamoured. 

Imported Dornish rings that gleamed with the heat of the sun, Essosi ornate cloth and dresses that were far from the modesty of Court, hair pins adorned with pearls from the Summer Isles, and an intricate necklace crafted from the smelted metal of a Valyrian sword, inlaid with gemstones he had pulled from the Red Keeps vaults.

She was wearing it now, the stones gleaming under the sun that spotted through the lace curtains of her room. The engraved details scatter the few beams of light they catch like dew drops upon spider silk. The stones dangle between the valley her breasts create, the smallest of them twirls some intricate dance as she shifts. Like molten silver, it fits her without any of the stiffness metal should have. 

“We should be.” He glances down at his hand intertwined with hers and watches her thumb rub over his —in the way she always has ever since childhood— it makes him all the more rueful.

He’s hopeful, far beyond it. His bones ache and his head throbs from a swelling hangover, and he feels his throat ache something terrible at its use. His eyes trail from their hands to her face, he wants anything aside from sorrow to be there.

It’s worse. 

Her brows are furrowed as she stares down at him with pity, oh how he wishes it wasn’t pity.

“Oh, sweet boy.” She pulls her hand from his grasp and holds his face in her gentle hands with all the care he needs. “Some things, they just can’t be.”

His lip curls, a pathetic smile covering his visage as he cups the backs of her hands in his own. “But they could. Helaena would not care, she loathes our marriage. As do I. We could take Valyrian vows on Dragonstone. Just as our sister and uncle have. We could leave.”

“Aegon.” A wistful breath of his name, pained and twisted with grief of things that never were and never will.

“We don’t need to stay. Just you and I, riding atop Sunfyre. Across the Narrow Sea.” He moves onto his knees, staring into her wet doe-like eyes as he speaks. He doesn’t leave her an opportunity to doubt him. Doesn’t allow her to pull away as he keeps her hands on his jaw.

Her lips twitch and so do her fingers against his. “Aegon, don’t be foolish.”

“You mustn’t know what you mean to m-”

“Aegon, please.” She tries to pull away now, but he winds his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and presses forward. Wine-stained lips crushing against the curve of her nose, fluttering across her brow like the gentle wings of a cotton moth as it devours silks and linen allied— devourer of all things beautiful and plain. 

He drags his lips to hers finally, soaking her up in a way only someone as depraved as he could. It’s like stretching out upon a rock after not feeling the son for years, like stripping yourself of shackles you’ve worn since birth. Her lips are chapped, a split in her lips from all the worrying she does to the poor thing scratches along his upper. He surges forward, pulling her so fully against him that it fills some empty part of him, like a puzzle piece that’s never been slotted into place. But oh —how it has— and how it always disappears just as quickly as it comes to him. He licks at her bottom lip, sucks it into his mouth and shudders out a breath as she reciprocates. Her lashes fluttering against his cheeks as they finally shut, as she cups his neck and presses her butterfly kisses onto him, licks into his mouth as she breathes hotly across his face in a way only Aegon can enjoy.

He nips at her tongue accidentally, overexcited and eager as he is. And that seems to bring her back from whatever hole he had dragged her into. But he persists, hand drifting down to the smooth metal of her necklace as he thumbs at a jewel. He tries to savour her presence even as her face scrunches and her fingers fist the hairs behind his ears. It nearly pains Aegon, with the way his head tilts away from her just slightly, Adams apple jumping against pale skin as he stares oh-so adoringly, heady breaths stinking of wine fanning her bruised lips.

“We could start a family in Essos. As many children as you want.” He desperately reaches for her again.

“Aegon.” 

“A home in Braavos, on the beach. Where we could lo-”

A hiccuped sob that withers in her throat is what stops him, punches the wind from his lungs.

Her lips are pursed and her hands have loosed upon his hair and move to cup his ruddy cheeks. Nails pressing into the flesh of his face hazardously. His eyes are dark and his lips part as he stares up at her, he sees the tears edging along her waterline. That deep frown she has when she’s trying not to cry, whether it's about something he had done or when she’s ordered by their Grandsire to stop her hysterics.

“Aegon,” It’s a sullen whisper as she lets his face go entirely, fingers slipping down his chest before they land in her lap again. “I am not a trueborn daughter. I will never be. I am not right in the mind. I will birth lunatics and monsters and wailing death. You can’t love me.”

He doesn’t know what to say, for once he has no sharp-tongued quip or comment. He pushed her from a height, just when she had finally reached the top of her spire. He retracts, fingers loosening from the grip he had on her pale hair, and lets her fall back onto the plush of her bed as she stares up at him like he’s burnt her. Like he’s dragged a dagger across the soft of her flesh and told her he never loved her. She pushes herself away, curling in on herself as tears cut through the flush of her cheeks. A wobbly exhale, and another as he drags a hand through her hair.

Her fingers dance down her neck and across the skin of her arms where they find home on the pale scars marring the upper parts of her arms. He can see her fingertips quivering with the urge to dig. To pull at chords of muscle beneath her skin and scratch at her bones. She had told him about things she saw. Things that hunted at the edge of her vision and scattered when she went looking. Dreams that came to the waking world with her. A pale man with the stench of darkness seeping from his pores.

“I love yo-” He leans forward to comfort her. 

“You don’t.”

“I know that I love you.”

“You know nothing, Aegon.” She pulls herself to the edge of the bed and drags herself to stand, the silk bedsheets slip away and her goosebumps raise upon her bruise-marred skin, she’s as bare as the day she was born. Her throat is too tight and her necklace feels heavy as she stumbles to the secret passage, she slips from the room unbidden and leaves a smudge of blood on the wooden grain of the bookcase as Aegon sits in her bed. Salty tears of his own roll down his face as he clenches and unclenches his fists.

[enteroctopusdarkysilis]

✨Kamino’s citadel challenge !✨

I am…very excited about this one. I’ve had this vision for a long time, and I’m so happy it’s ended up looking like that.

Now, there are a lot of things I’ll go into details along close ups under the cut; the only thing I’ll mention above is that I’m very grateful for TCW’s episode guides’ artworks, without which this would have been quite a hassle.

Okay ! Before diving into all the details and things, here is a view from above, to really display how big it is. Dimension-wise, the plank I built it on is around 110*70cm.

Now of course, the first detail which is noticeable is the floor, because, well, it’s everywhere.

This was probably the most challenging part of the build, because making a grid out of Lego is tough. Most of it is rows and rows of dark square, light lines, separated by 1*n tiles. It was the easiest way to get this pattern with as if it were just tiles; because this is one of the objectives I had here : most of this MOC is smooth, except for a few zones (usually voluntarily).

The fact I used this technic means that the floor in most place isn’t very stable, but it actually holds up pretty well because of some hidden connection points with the foundations underneath, which are mostly hidden under the cover blocks.

Here for instance, I’m using modified 1*2 bricks with a Technic hole : it hold the cover block, and it also attaches the floor to the foundation.

Of course, another problem I ran into were slopes. Much harder to get a smooth effect with the technic I’ve used, so it’s a bit wonky and unstable. Also, most them are not aligned properly, which is visible in the picture above (and some area have some really big misalignments because of a few problems I probably won’t bore anyone reading this with).

Now, since they’re also here, I can deal with the cover blocks. These were, among the details, the hardest to figure out, to get a good size while keeping some texture. Eventually I came up with this design, which, ironically enough, uses the same technic the floor uses, in a different orientation.

Another detail : the miradors :

This is one of the first elements I had in place, because I needed them to get a good sense of scale (and was made better by an existing concept art of a tower alone). Most of it does not have anything noteworthy, except for one illegal technic I used (can you spot it ?)

The pillar holding the roof of the mirador is using a technic I had in my toolbox for a long time, but had never had the occasion to use : if you take two 'brick' bricks and attach them perpendicularly on a snot brick, the small space separating the lines of 'bricks' align to let a 1*n tile in. It’s somewhat reliable (for an illegal technic) and an easy way to get octogonal shapes.

Now, before looking at the Citadel itself, let’s turn around for a minute.

This point of view obviously isn’t the intended one, but it’s still worth noting, if only for some composition.

Notice that the wall here is quite small (smaller than the miradors, even), and light gray; it’s in contrast with the towering dark gray wall on the other side, behind the citadel, which technically should give at least some impressions even to the people who never saw TCW.

Anyway, it’s also on this view that we can see most of my slope struggles, including the central one, which is the biggest I had to do.

And I can’t not mention the most important element :

What would be the challenge without a squad of clones to take it on ? These clones (4 privates and a sergent) are ready to fight ! Well. Kinda. I wish I could have actual cadets, but they are not part of the Lego universe (and the floor was enough of a fee, I can’t afford to get customs figures too). I wish I had the Dominos though. I have TBB Echo, and I plan to get my hands on Fives at some point, but they wouldn’t fit here, sadly, so instead I used some movie accurate clones (because all the others are used for a project I still haven’t posted..maybe later…)

Notably, I at some point tried to get the elevator to work - needless to say it was a disaster (it’s too close to the plate underneath to make something working).

Now, without further ado. The citadel.

I’m very proud of it. I got the proportions just right (I actually made some measurements to make sure of it), and there is just enough texture to not make it bland while leaving it as artificial. This alone took roughly 8-10h (which were all spent during an accidental all nighter, whoops), but it was worth it. It’s completely empty inside, and, in fact, the wall behind it isn’t full as well, anything behind the citadel is opened. The spikes are simple 1*3 angle plates illegally connected, and the walls’ small details were made with a bunch of modified 1*2 plates, there isn’t anything really special in it.

The only really complicated zone was the middle tower, because I had to put all the cannons while keeping it clean and smooth, and including the vertical lime lines. It was a fun challenge. And I included the 'flag' At the top, too, just a red transparent cone on a stick (there’s no need for more), which peeks above the gray wall (for composition and because of a lack of pieces).

Anyway, such a long project deserves one behind the scene photo :

Yes, my desk is messy (and include my mandatory tea cup).

On the left, you can see my remaining floor tiles, which have not been used yet; and just under the citadel, you might notice the foundations visible; it’s a checker of 2*2 tiles which gives my floor a good base to be fixed on. There are also some slopes which haven’t been placed yet (in front of the background miradors), and at this steps, there were no cover blocks or walls yet.

As far as my tools go, you might notice brick separators scattered all around my work environment (I never have enough of those), as well as a tablet in the bottom right hand corner (which i use to check and measure concept arts), and in the middle, the red triangle is an official (albeit old) Lego measurement tool which counts in stud, Lego bar holes and axe length.

Also visible, finally, is the bottom of the foundations, which are stacks of 1*2 bricks (each of the three floor layer is separated by a height of 3 bricks), which means that looking directly under it can lead to watching the dark basement of my build (which isn’t aesthetic…).

Anyway, if you read until here, thanks, I guess ? I still have a few TCW related stuff (a small one next week, some other in the foreseeable feature), so feel free to stick around and maybe leave a note, if you feel like it ? That’s it, bye !

[roseluxxx]

Come on in.

- Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) X Reader

Warnings: 17+ content, sexual mentions, sexual actions, not explicit like full on but high key rubbing, language, british people

Word Count: 1k

Before Reading: Hypatia was a beautiful philosopher who was killed by men after she gained influence over a Roman ruler, You are dating alr in this and you come over to his place for the first time.

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“Aight, come on in; it’s messy but it’s sum’.”

The room was littered with colorful, sporadically placed punk rock posters with great philosophers and artists, including Van Gough and Hypatia, scattered throughout them. You followed Hobie in as he went straight for his bluetooth system, changing the music to one of his favorite songs.

*Wow. Never thought you'd know Hypatia, much less like her." Hobie nodded mindlessly as he scrolled through song after song, switching between an infinite amount of genres that had no correlation.

"Yeah, men are dicks. She was a brilliant mind; would've loved me you know.”

You laughed in agreement, plopping on his bed as you took in every painting on the ceiling and pattern filling the room.

“Damn, this place is amazing." Your comment was met by a laugh, almost a scoff as he tossed you his spotify playlist and told you to pick something, he didn't care.

"Amazing is an understatement. This place is art." He shoved his hands in his vest pocket and stalked to the bed, having half the mind to kick his shoes off before he made himself comfortable.

You observed the clashing colors and wonky furniture pieces that seemed not to go together until you looked at it from exactly that angle. They weren't meant to go perfectly hand in hand. Except that some of them did. Didn't look like a set but the textures and patterns matched beautifully.

Whipped out of your trance in an instant, you looked up to see Hobie snapped his fingers in-front of you, a bored look on his face.

"Hello? Anyone home? If ur tired just take a nap I don't mind, truly.”

You shook your head, grabbing his hand out of instinct and pulling him closer to you.

"I'm not tired but if you wanna lay down for a bit.. whatever."

He smirked, “Yeah it's never whatever with you but.. whatever."

He slid in next to you, laying on his back as you cuddled up on his chest, his hand finding your hair and playing with it loosely.

The windows placed on cornering walls had their blinds open just enough for the last rays of the golden sun to shine on the bed. Thankfully not in your face.

You finally spotted Hobie's guitar when you felt his hand slip under the hem of your shirt.

You looked up to a face still staring at the ceiling with an almost bored expression (but you caught the glimpses of a knowing smile peeking through).

Oh.

You guided your hand on top of his, pushing it that much further down your torso as you tried your best to steady your breathing.

Feeling his other hand pull a pillow to cover his lap from behind him, you urged his hand lower.

Faster.

A mumbled curse fell from his lips and he flipped himself over on top of you, facing you head on and removing his hands in favor of placing them right beside your head.

"Let's not play games now, yeah? I know what chu’ want," he looked at your lips distracted before he refocused himself, "and frankly I want the same. So let's not have a jest and be honest about it."

He sat up, grabbing your hand to let you follow suit as he let a few feet of distance separate you two.

"Just be honest with me darlin’.”

You took a deep breath. He was right. Just be honest.

" want you to fuc-"

Ok not that honest.

"I want you, Hobie."

He smiled, your face growing hotter by the second.

"Now that’s what I like to hear, yeah?"

He was on you in a moment. The soft fluttering kisses he laid across your face, starting at your forehead, made your heart pound. You extended your neck, closing your eyes as you let soft breaths fall when he crossed a particularly sensitive area.

He kissed down your collarbone, his hands falling to the hem of your shirt as he stopped instantly to look at you for any signs of hesitation. You nodded softly, a small smile leaving its mark as your shirt came swiftly off.

A moment passed as he just sat and admired you, his eyes roaming your body in an almost shy way. Like he's received a gift he's not used to getting but has never been so thankful to get it.

"Thank you," he whispered it like a prayer. Like a secret he's telling to just you.

"Hmm?"

He looked up, making eye contact at last as he repeated the phrase. You nodded telling him if he doesn't get on with it you'd never stop teasing him.

He does. Slowly. Sensually. Taking his time to explore every part before he reaches for your sweatpants and is met with a frantic halt and you sitting up on your elbow, an alarmed look blasted across your face.

"What? M’ going too fast? If you want you can take off my-"

"No, no- I mean yeah i'd love to- i mean, you know, if you'd want that but-“

Hobie takes your hand in his, a gentle expression staying on his face. “Nah, come on, get out of it. What’s up?”

You sighed avoiding eye contact as you allowed yourself to get to the point for once. Mumbling, you told him the issue, "it's just that i haven't shaved and i know we haven't talked about it but-“

Hobie stopped dead in his tracks, his face slowly lighting up with realization and.. laughter?

He evaporated in a contained outburst of chuckles as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baby, be honest with me, yeah? I swing around saving the world, almost dying a dozen times a day, and you think i'm gonna get scared off by a little hair on my girl?"

You let your shoulders relax, resuming breathing though you never noticed you had stopped.

You laugh softly, pushing your hair out of your face as your body physically relaxed.

“Yeah, I didn't think about that."

He tugged on your waistband and you helped him take your pants off, letting him kiss down your stomach and skip over to your inner thighs, moving down to your knee as his fingers traced patterns over your skin.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, you know that?”

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Thank you for reading!

Feel free to leave a comment or check out my latest Hobie fic here!

A/N: y’all’s comments are wild 😭

[writeforfandoms]

Logan and the Wolverine

Part of the Born for Greatness 'verse

This is just a mostly fun side story that features a lot more of Logan, as well as Logan and Liaison. Not part of the main plot.

Hee hee I am waiting to see how many of you screech over a certain detail.

Logan's been a loner for a long time, except for his kid. Has no intentions of expanding his pack. But sometimes things happen and he no longer has a say.

Warnings: Swearing, brief threat of violence, implied loss of parents/family, shifter dynamics.

Word count: 1.5k

The first time Logan caught the scent of another shifter in his territory, his upper lip curled in a silent snarl. He was not the most territorial shifter, not by far. But he valued his space, and he valued being respected. 

So this? This set his hackles up. 

But he wasn't a slave to his instincts, hadn't been for a long time. He was in a much better place now than he had been twenty years ago. 

So he breathed in deep, squashing the urge to shift and follow the scent trail. Instead, he did his best to commit the scent to memory - the faint tang of shifter, the mildness of youth. 

And then he continued on with his day. If he spotted this shifter, he'd pull them aside for a nice talk about etiquette. 

(Which still made him laugh, a little. Him? Teaching others about etiquette? His kid really had changed him.) 

The second time, a few days later, when he caught the scent near his trash bin, he heaved a sigh. Nope. Couldn't ignore that. Could be a dumb youngster trying to prank him… but it could also be a young shifter trying to find food. 

Either way warranted a look. 

He set off on two feet, letting his nose guide him. The scent didn't change, still young, still alone. 

It wasn't until he crossed the boundary of his territory that he smelled more of this shifter. Criss crossing paths, layers of scent branching off in different directions… including through his territory away from the house. 

The layers and complexity told him the shifter had been out here a while. The intensity told him he was getting close to wherever this shifter stayed. 

He paused outside a clear den, small, a little wonky looking. Unpracticed. 

Still only one scent. 

“Aw, hell.” Logan heaved a sigh, putting his hands on his hips. His kid was gonna kill him. 

–

“Logan?” You pushed open the front door, duffel bag in your free hand. “You're damn lucky I got a taxi.” The front door thumped shut behind you, and you took a moment to stretch out your shoulders and look around. 

No sign of him. You frowned. This wasn't like him, not at all. 

“Logan?” You raised your voice a little, moving further into the house, leaving your bag by the door for the moment. You'd move it later, no big deal. 

You had one second of warning, one hissing growl, before you spotted the brownish blur. Instinct had you leaping onto the couch, and from there onto the side table. The brownish reddish blur hissed again and slowed enough that you could see properly. 

A wolverine. But not your wolverine. This one was notably smaller, coloring more red than Logan's coat. 

“Shit.” Logan followed the younger wolverine in, reaching down fearlessly to scruff the youngster. The youngster yowled, wiggling in his grip. “Cut that out.” Logan flicked the youngster on the nose. 

“What the hell.” The table under you creaked as you shifted your weight, but you didn't take your gaze off of the young shifter. 

“I can explain.” Logan pulled the shifter close to his body, shoulders a little hunched. 

“You'd fucking better.” You breathed in slowly and eased down from the table. This time, you refused to flinch when the shifter growled at you. 

“Cut that out.” Logan flicked the youngster's ear this time. “I told you, she's my kid. Gotta behave around her.” 

Your eyebrows practically hit your hairline. “Logan?” 

He blew out a slow breath, looking down at the shifter currently gently gnawing on his thumb. “Found her northwest of here, bit outside my territory,” he explained slowly, still not looking at you. “On her own.” 

You nodded slowly. “How old is she?” 

“Younger than you were.” 

The words hit you like a brick to the chest. For a moment, you couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could only hear the echo of slamming doors and shouting. 

You breathed in, the world settling back into place. This youngster needed Logan, much the same way you'd needed Logan. She needed support and a stable place to stay. 

“What's her name?” 

“Laura.” 

You nodded slowly. “Laura,” you repeated. You looked at her, noted the color of her, the size. She was small, even compared to Logan. Young. “Well, Laura, looks like you're part of the family now.” 

Laura growled quietly, ears flickering even as she refused to meet your gaze. You didn't blame her. At her age, and having been alone already, she probably felt her position in the pack was precarious. Not to mention you were human, which could muddle things further for her. 

So you didn't push. 

“You're still lucky I got a taxi.” You fixed a disapproving look on Logan instead. 

He just grunted, shifting Laura in his arms. “Yeah, yeah. You hungry?”

“Not yet. Figured I'd see what you have and cook dinner for us.” You carefully didn't mention the bottle of vodka you'd brought with you, as a gift from John, who had apparently gotten it from a Russian comrade. Didn't seem like a good thing to mention with a kid in the house. 

This trip was going to be very different from what you'd thought. 

Logan nodded, looking a little relieved. “Good. Thanks.” He strolled off, Laura still securely held in his arms. 

You didn't let yourself feel jealous for more than a moment. Or two. 

It didn't really matter once they were out of sight, anyway. 

Breathing out, you shook yourself and went to work on dinner for the three of you. It would be fine. No problem. 

It would just be different. 

You wrinkled your nose and huffed at yourself. You'd just adapt and deal with it. No big deal. 

You did startle when a hand landed on your shoulder, half-turning to look at Logan. 

“You're lucky I didn't shriek,” you said, lips quirked. 

“Good thing,” he agreed. “You alright?”

“Fine,” you said with a little shrug, not knocking away his hand. 

“I know you didn't expect this,” he said slowly. 

“It's fine,” you reiterated, more forcefully this time. “Of course you couldn't leave a kid on her own.” 

He paused, brows furrowed as you turned your attention back to the stove. But he didn't press the issue. He sighed softly, and you barely heard his footsteps retreating. 

You hated yourself, just a little bit. 

But you didn't call him back, either. 

Dinner was unusually quiet. Laura took one look at the soup you'd made and sat back, scowling fiercely. Dark hair fell into her eyes, and she made no move to push it aside. Logan ate two bowls of soup in contrast, but he also stayed quiet, darting looks between you and Laura. 

It was all you could do to eat quietly and not scold either of them. 

Maybe after dinner you'd look for a hotel in the nearest town. Laura needed Logan more than you did, and you doubted your presence in the house would help her.

Damn. You'd been looking forward to a relaxing week with Logan. 

Laura slithered out of her chair and skulked away, shooting you one last distrustful look over her shoulder. 

Which left you and Logan. 

“You alright?” 

The gruff question forced you to look away from your bowl, and you smiled even if it felt thin. “Fine,” you lied through your teeth. 

He grumbled, shaking his head. “Don't lie to me.” 

You snorted, rising from your seat and taking both your bowl and Laura's untouched bowl. “It really doesn't matter,” you deflected. “I'll wash up and go.”

“Go?” The hint of panic in his voice made you pause. “Where?”

“Find a place in town to stay.” 

“Why?” Logan stood abruptly, chair nearly toppling but for his deft hand. 

“What she needs is stability,” you told him, more or less patiently. “Especially if she hasn't been here for long. She needs to feel secure, safe. A stranger coming in out of nowhere, unannounced, isn't going to help.” 

Logan frowned, shifting his weight. “That doesn't mean you have to leave.” 

You shrugged. “I'll come back tomorrow, see if she'll get used to me.” Your lips twitched in something that wanted to be a smile. “Not like I'm going anywhere long term.” 

Logan worked his jaw back and forth, clearly hunting for an argument, and coming up empty. Finally, he sighed. “Stay tonight, at least,” he tried. “I've got the bed ready for you.” 

The offer was tempting. This place had always been comforting to you, a now-secondary home. 

If only you were confident you wouldn't wake up with an angry wolverine on your bed, or that you'd do more good than harm staying. 

“I'll think about it,” was all you allowed, finally starting on the dishes, turning away from Logan. “Better go check on her, make sure she eats something.” 

That was enough to get him moving, but not the way you expected. Arms encircled you from behind, tight enough to make you squeak in surprise. 

“You're important too,” he muttered, low and gruff. “You matter to me.” 

You blinked, brain effectively blue screening. 

“Stay.” Logan squeezed you, just a little, just enough to push the last of your air out. “Stay.” 

You wiggled enough that his grip loosened, and then turned to hug him back. Hard. “Okay,” you whispered, voice thick. “I'll stay.” 

[eyelessfaces]

better safe than sorry

poe dameron x reader

edit: this story has a prequel!

summary: tired of fighting with poe regarding his recklessness on missions, you chose to lose him by breaking up with him rather than by him dying thinking you'll be less hurt, only the weight of that decision keeps crushing you a bit more each day.

warnings: obvious mentions of a breakup, obvious angst, mentions of injuries, mentions of death

tags: f!reader, exes to lovers, feelings (lots of em), bb8 is a child of divorce, absolute idiots (that are still) in love, fluff

word count: 2.6k

I had so much fun writing this<3

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The suffocating feeling crept inside your chest every single time. 

Every time you walked past him, lowering your head so you wouldn’t be tempted to make the moment linger, every time you scanned a room and your gaze caught him far away, every time you heard his voice, during the meetings, or involuntarily, when you heard his joyful laugh erupting from tables behind you in the cafeteria, it hurt every single time you were reminded of Poe Dameron.

And it was a shame, because he was probably the most popular man on base, so it hurt constantly.

Alright. Maybe it wasn’t only being reminded of him against your will that made it hurt, because you simply couldn’t not think of him anyways.

Even when you didn’t see him or didn’t hear of him, the little details of your everyday life constantly reminded you of him.

His scent was still clinging to his jacket he had given you, the jacket you wouldn’t dare to wear as if you didn’t feel worthy of it. The jacket you still kept and slept close to, inhaling its smell as you curled up in your bed.

His towel was also still in your refresher, and every time you saw it you made a mental note to give it back through Finn, but you could never bring yourself to actually do it. 

It also happened that every time you talked to Finn your tongue was burning with the want to ask how Poe was doing, but you avoided the subject for your own good, even if it was a bit selfish. You knew that if you asked Finn to give him the towel he would ask you how you were holding up regarding your break up, and you knew that your facade would crumble.

You wondered if he suffered too. You wondered if the littlest detail reminded him of you, if the quickest glance in your direction made his heart ache the way yours did.

You secretly hoped it was the case. 

Not that you wanted him to suffer, you just hoped he… still cared. You hoped he still cared about you the way you still cared about him.

And he did. 

He had to battle with his own mind to stay focused on his job, because you were the only thing on his mind.

He could have replaced you. Quickly. Easily.

As soon as it spread around base that Poe Dameron was free, the ones that had been waiting endlessly for this moment finally took their chance. 

He could have replaced you. He could have had plenty of opportunities. He could have gotten laid to try to forget about you for a few hours. He could have tried to make it more than just sex and try to fall in love with someone again to forget about you for good.

But he didn’t want to, because the wound was still wide open, still bleeding.

And what hurt the most with this wound was the fact that he thought the both of you were doing fine before you decided to break up with him. 

Kriff, more than fine, he was planning on getting rid of the ring on the chain around his neck so it could go at your finger. 

He didn't want to bandage this wound.

—

It's the afternoon and as you're making your way to the hangar to try to finally fix the wonky lever on your ship to avoid getting killed, your head turns at the sound of panicked and frantic beeps, and you spot BB-8 rolling towards your direction through the hallway you’re walking in. 

He slaloms through and around the crowd of people in his way, and they’re just like you, staring down at him, surprised at how fast the little droid is; it's surprising that sparks aren't forming under him on the floor.

Once the droid is down at your feet he doesn't stop rolling, but now he's doing circles around you, still making a cacophony of erratic beeps. 

You can't even figure out what he's trying to tell you considering how untamed he's being, and if he’s panicked, his behavior is starting to make you feel the same way. 

"Calm down Beebs, what's going on?" you coo, going down at his level, one knee on the floor. He rolls over and stops in front of you, beeping more composedly this time.

You frown as he beeps, readjusting your position. "Poe's hurt?" the words make your heart jump as you pronounce them, and every thought drowns in your head.

The droid beeps again to confirm, and you give him a small nod, biting on your bottom lip before getting up on both your feet and hurrying to medbay, the droid heeling you. 

You try to catch your breath once you finally arrive there, and as you can hear your heart beating in your chest in loud thuds, your heart actually sinks once you see Poe. 

It doesn’t sink in despair or in profound worry, it sinks in disbelief.

It sinks in disbelief because besides a broken arm enveloped in a cloth held by his neck, Poe seems perfectly fine. His head turns to you as he’s sitting on the edge of the medbay bed, and he looks surprised that you're here. You can understand.

You sigh and throw your head back, cursing the droid for making you worry so much and embarrassing you. 

You feel relieved that Poe is alright, but you also feel awful for the situation BB just put you in.

BB comes behind you and beeps joyfully, and Poe looks down at him and laughs. "Oh buddy you didn’t just do what I think you did, did you?"

The droid looks proud, his plan has worked.

You sigh again, tucking your hands in your pants back pockets. “He's a good actor. I truly thought you were dying.” you turn to BB, and point at him accusingly. “I can’t believe you just did that.” you hiss, and the droid keeps on beeping proudly.

"Why did you do that?" Poe asks, lowkey impressed, as his eyes follow the little droid rolling over to him. BB doesn't reply and just parks at the feet of his master.

You look around the room, not sure of what you should do now that you're here. You walk over and sit on the edge of the bed across from Poe.

"Are you okay though?" you ask, throwing your chin at your ex boyfriend's injured arm.

“Well life’s not exactly the same since we–”

“Oh– I was talking about your arm” you cut him off, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

No matter how hard you tried, this encounter would just be awkward huh?

"Oh yeah, just a rough landing.” he declares chuckling, looking down at his arm. “It's gonna take more than that to kill me." he mutters, his gaze darting to BB-8.

“This is exactly why I broke up with you, you know.” you throw accusingly, and he pinches his lips in a smile.

“Yet you still ran to me when you heard I got hurt” he can't hide the smirk on his face, he doesn't want to anyways.

You want to tell him that BB made it sound like he was dying so of course you wanted to be by his side, because you still care about him, but you decide to keep your mouth shut because whatever will come out of it will for sure make you want to dig your own grave.

So you chuckle and look down at your feet, and when you decide that you should probably go, he speaks again.

"You know you're kind of like his mother" he smiles softly, breaking the silence as he looks down at the droid at his feet.

You scoff, but your heart actually skips a beat. "Yeah so we're his divorced parents, right" you joke, though it’s half true, and it’s a miracle your voice doesn’t flinch because a small lump is slowly starting to form in your throat.

Poe grins timidly, and you look down at BB looking back and forth between you and Poe.

You want to speak again, but so does he, so you’re both blabbering out incoherent mumbles at the same time. 

You both laugh, and he points at you with his valid hand.

“You first” he offers, cocking an eyebrow, wondering what you were saying.

“I was about to say I should probably go.” you nod, sinking your hands into your pants pockets.

“Oh” 

“You?”

He bites down on his lip before talking. “I miss you. I was about to say I miss you.” 

You close your eyes and sigh, and the lump in your throat only keeps on growing bigger. You shouldn't feel so sad, because you brought this upon yourself, but you can't help it.

“I know. I mean– me too.” you nod, looking up at him. He looks sorry, and you feel sorry. "I miss you too." you admit, and admitting it only makes it feel even more real.

He weakly smiles at you, and the atmosphere in this room becomes too much, and you feel the need to leave.

"Okay. I should get going. Be careful with that arm" you softly smile before walking out the room.

—

There’s a good chance you’re experiencing the frequency illusion – the phenomenon of learning the meaning of a word then hearing it everywhere, because the frequency at which you accidentally run into Poe after your encounter in medbay is quite embarrassing. 

Awkward smiles are your only exchange, but the way he pinches his lips when he smiles at you makes you want to kiss them every single time.

Another downside of it is also that the more you see glimpses of him, the more you want to see him. Properly. It’s becoming a problem.

And the more you try to ignore it the more you’re reminded of the problem in question, and it’s a never ending circle.

Which is why you’re standing outside his quarters with his towel in hand, and while you’re still hesitating whether to do this or not, there’s part of you that tells you that this is absolutely stupid.

But there’s also that other part of you that craves the sight of him, the sound of his voice, his smell, his touch, the taste of his lips, and that part of you takes control and buzzes at his door.

It opens a few moments later, and BB-8 rolls behind him, beeping happily. You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your mouth, and Poe looks back at his droid, chuckling.

“It’s, uh– your towel.” you say, handing him it. He looks up at you then at it before taking it from your hand. “I’ve been meaning to give it back for a while but I kept forgetting”

“It’s just a towel, you could have kept it, you know.” he chuckles, throwing the cloth on his console.

“Yeah. It’s not just about the towel. I wanted to see you.” you admit, refraining your smile. You do a poor job at holding it back when a smug smile appears on his face.

“Oh yeah? You wanted to see me?” he asks smugly, leaning his forearm against the doorframe.

“Mmh” you nod, raising your eyebrows. He gestures for you to come in, and you kneel down to rub BB-8's head, making him roll on himself. “How’s your arm?” you ask looking up at Poe.

“Good. All healed up.” he nods, looking down at BB who leaves the room as if to give you some privacy.

"Good." you sigh, standing back up, placing yourself to stand in front of him. There's a strand of your hair that falls in front of your face, and he takes care of pushing it away, the tip of his fingers softly brushing against your forehead, his hand then resting at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder.

The gesture makes your breath catch in your throat, as if you're a teenager with a crush when you know Poe so well and you're accustomed to his soft gestures. 

You guess the context is what makes it so special, so fragile.

You lightly clear your throat, doing your best to seem composed.

“I uh, it’s stupid. The reason I broke up with you is stupid. I got so scared the other day when I heard you got hurt and my only thought was ‘You’re stupid, all of this is so stupid, he’s gonna die thinking you don’t love him and thinking your principles matter more than him’.” you start, and he opens his mouth but you continue to speak before he can. 

“This is not what happened because you weren’t really dying but that thought has been haunting me ever since. Away from you or not you’re gonna get hurt anyways and I’m gonna be in love with you anyways and I can’t change the way you are so if I had to choose, I’d rather be by your side.” you nod, chuckling nervously, your heart beating so fast you wonder if he can hear it.

He softly chews on his bottom lip, nodding.

“Okay.” he whispers, and he sighs before pulling you into his arms. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as your forehead rests against his shoulder, and your arms wrap around him as he cups the back of your head. “It’s my fault too. I’m sorry. I’ll change, I promise” he whispers into your ear, and you look back at him, putting a hand to his face.

“I’m not asking you to change for me. I’m asking you to be a little more careful.” 

He nods before leaning in and kissing you, and you can only deepen it.

It is probably the most healing kiss you’ve ever exchanged, and when you pull away you still remain close. Your nose brushes against his as you play with the curls behind his ears, and his eyes crinkle as he softly smiles at you before leaving some more light kisses at your lips. 

He rests his forehead against yours before pulling away, and he comes back to reality at that moment, and you can see something looks wrong when he starts pacing around, his hands over his hips.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." he declares, looking back at you. "I signed up for a month-long mission." he can see the frustrated look in your eyes, and he almost feels guilty for leaving you so soon after you've been reunited.

“A month long?” you repeat, and he slowly nods, pinching his lips. "Poe Dameron you better come back al–"

"–Yes I promise you, I'll come back alive, and without a scratch" he cuts you off, chuckling. "I promise. No risky maneuvers." he assures, taking a step closer to you.

"Alright." you smile, bringing him closer to kiss him again.

You fall asleep clinging to each other, his back pressed flush against your chest and your arms tightly wrapped around him.

When you wake up the next morning, he's already long gone, his side of the bed so cold you could even doubt he has ever been there if you didn’t have the vague memory of him leaving a kiss on your forehead before he left his own quarters.

The month where he's gone feels like the longest month of your life, but the reward of it is that when he comes back he's exactly the way he was when he left, not a single scratch in sight. 

He begs you to take a day off of work to spend time with him and catch up, and during that day he brings you to a pretty planet he discovered while on mission where he asks you to marry him, the ring around his chain finally finding its right place after so many years.

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[little-emerald-snake]

Cozy nights in - Sebastian Sallow X Ominis Gaunt X GN!MC

A fluffy lil thing I wrote on the spot because everything in my life is testing me and I needed some small comforts 💚

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, this is just an adorable fluff piece for our favorite trio so it’s pretty SFW

Sebastian chuckled from where he sat on the counter watching his best friends in the kitchen. Their third was currently tying a frilly blue apron onto a protesting, red cheeked Ominis. “Don't be silly! There must be another apron, at least switch with me…there’s no frills on yours. You’re doing this to make a mockery of me, aren’t you?”

They chuckled. “Maybe a little. But really I just need your help and Sebastian is absolute shit at baking.” They finished the ties on Ominis’ apron before handing him a flour sifter and arranging him in front of the freshly cleaned counter. “Alright now just layer a nice even dusting across the counter by turning that crank.”

Ominis grumbled but began turning the crank, moving his body to make sure he covered the appropriate area of the counter. “You do remember I’m BLIND right?”

They waved him off as he set the sifter aside and let them toss the dough down in front of him. “And you’re still more competent than Mr snores-a-lot. So hush.”

The third moved to Ominis’ side, grabbing the sifter and adding just a bit more flour while Sebastian half heartedly argued from where he sat leaned back against the cabinet. “Rude. At least I don’t hog the blankets like someone.”

Ominis scoffed and set about kneading the dough and integrating the flour so it didn’t stick to the surface. Once satisfied he took the rolling pin and began to roll, stopping and adding more flour as needed to prevent sticking. “Do you two ever stop bickering about each other? I swear to Merlin there can’t be a moment of peace in this cottage.”

The guilty parties chuckled while their third set about chopping ingredients for the ‘pizza’. Ominis rolled the dough into the best circle he could make and Sebastian ‘supervising’ as he drank from his afternoon mug of coffee, a habit one of them hated, but allowed anyway since Ominis was more than pleased to have afternoon tea with them.

They turned and beamed at the wonky circle of dough Ominis had rolled, pleased with its thickness. They carefully brought the pot of garlicky-smelling tomato sauce, spreading it liberally before setting the tray of toppings beside it and letting them all decorate their own portion with what they desired.

They’d passed the time it spent baking in the oven, tortured by the mouth watering scent and taking turns playing chess. Sebastian grumbled. “This is ridiculous, you both are far too good at this game. I give up. I’m going to go make a drink, would either of you care to join in?”

They both passed, content with the freshly made ice cold lemonade they’d prepared that morning in nearly the same fashion as the pizza fiasco.

They’d ended the night in front of the fire in a cozy dog pile, sipping the remnants of watered down lemonade, full of homemade pizza and listening to Sebastian, who had a gentle buzz, read his current adventure novel for them.

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

hii, i was wondering if you could make a art x reader? i would prefer headcanons but anything is fine!! no rush btw <3

Art the Clown x f!reader 

Word count: 1.5K

Notes: Okay, so I technically will be doing a “What it’s like to date Art the Clown” chapter, but this will sort of be in a similar format, if that makes sense. I hope that you enjoy this!! Sorry for the super long wait, I was digging through my asks and saw this one for the first time and I was like “I should do this” 😂

Also, there wasn’t any specification on if you wanted anything smutty as well, so I just kept this one fluffy! 

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You met super unconventionally. It was dark out, you were walking home late, and you were wearing a sparkly dress and pretty heels. You were perfect bait for the clown. He assumed that you were leaving a club, a party, etc., but what he hadn’t expected was for you to be so aware of your surroundings. You had heard him, then you saw him, then you fucking bolted. 

Art was so surprised to see the way you ran in the heels that he almost forgot to chase you. 

Almost. 

By time he had caught you, he thought you’d give up. Instead, he got whammed in the head by a loose brick you saw on the ground. His vision went blurry, but he watched you take the heels off quickly before running again. This time you seemed faster than before. For once, he gave up and looked at the sky through blurred vision and let you go.

A day went by, then a week, then a month, before he saw you again. A similar circumstance, but this time you were a bit more disorientated. You wore flats, had a wristlet-purse on, and jeans this time. You were grasping the wall for support, but you were alone. He watched you for a minute, slowly following behind the bushes across the street, remembering before when you had gotten away. 

Did he hold a grudge? Sort of, but he wanted you. To kill? He was unsure. This was the very first time Art had ever seen a pretty girl walking alone and not immediately gotten the urge to stab until she was dead. He waited a minute, trying to decide what to do with his strange emotions, when he realized that the two of you were at the same spot where you had hit him over the head. Truth be told, the rest of that night was slightly blurry for him, and not just because his vision went wonky. 

He was angry, but there was more inside of him than that. Curiosity, a dreaded sense of interest. Nobody had ever gotten away like you had. He wanted to know more about you. he needed to know more about you. 

You were much more coherent the night before. Tonight you were wobbling on your feet. Part of you thought about going back, but you were already more than halfway home. By time you made it to the spot that you had hit that clown over the head, you were too far gone to turn back. Through your still drunken state, you continued to head in the direction of your apartment, holding onto the wall for support. 

That’s when you heard a second set of footsteps right behind you splash in the water. By time you turned around, it was too late. 

He held you in captivity with him for awhile. Occasionally bringing you back an eyeball or a dead mouse as a gift. Sort of like a cat. You would groan in disgust and scoot back against the wall while he sat cross-legged across from you and sent you a deranged smile while he waited for you to take his gift. When you eventually didn’t, Art would move on. 

Slowly, you started to warm up to the strange clown. Never once did he hurt you. Only did he stand or sit there and watch you. It was creepy, sure, but you had a lot to be thankful for. Eventually Art let you out of the chains and showed you around his little workshop-makeshift sleeping area. Did he ever actually sleep? You weren’t sure. 

Time went by fast with Art. Sooner than you thought, you started to actually like the clown. What came after that, you were certain your younger self would have been afraid of and disgusted by. 

Months went by. Eventually you were free to wander the barred up building while he was out. Of course the door was locked from the outside, but truth be told, you were fine staying around here. He started to bring you actual food instead of just scraps he probably found in the dumpster. 

And then, one day, he just left the door unlocked. A test, maybe? You were almost disgusted with yourself, but when the door creaked open when you tried it (mostly out of old habit), you hesitated. Then, you shut the door and went back to the bed you slept on and went to sleep. When Art came back, you could tell he was surprised. 

After that, the rest was history. 

The little gifts Art brought you back started to be less weird. Instead of body parts, dead mice, or metal scraps, he brought you back real food, a bracelet off a victim (shockingly without the arm attached), even a few books to pass the time. 

One day, instead of a wave goodbye, you kissed him on the cheek. You swore you might have seen a hint of embarrassment in his eyes before he turned to leave. 

Years went by quickly. One day Art returned you to your normal life, however he was quick to sneak into your apartment in the middle of the night and start resting with you. However, he trusted you. He allowed you to go back to work, to resume your life as it was before he kidnapped you. To see your friends again and go to bars, but this time the clown wouldn’t be the one stalking you to hurt you. He would follow you almost everywhere you went, watching, waiting for someone to try and hurt you so he could maim them. 

The longer you were with him, the better his gifts continued to get, until one day he brought you back a shiny diamond ring and told you that you could start wearing it (this wasn’t a request). 

Art understands that everybody can’t know who you belong to, but he wants to make sure everybody knows that you belong to someone. 

He doesn’t care how hard this is to explain to your friends. If he sees you without the ring, he finds it and he puts it back on you. 

There’s no reason to fight with him about anything. Art always gets his way in the end. 

Surprisingly, Art really likes dogs and insists on you getting a puppy, even if you’re the one that will have to do all of the training. Art really wants a dog and he shows you which kind to get. However, if you bring home a different type of dog, he would accept that as well. 

Sometimes when Art is sitting beside you, dressed in normal clothes without his clown makeup on, and he has his arm around you and the other resting on the dog, you feel almost normal. 

You never end up actually getting married. The ring is symbolism enough to the both of you. 

When he’s with you, Art slows down on the killing. Mostly because in order to cause midnight chaos, he has to be away from you. And sometimes all he really wants is to hold you while you’re sleeping. 

He’s not entirely sure how you got to him the way you did, but he can’t say he complains. In a way, you hope that maybe Art will one day stop it all together. That he might end up being a normal husband-like-boyfriend-demon-being-thing. 

At the end of the day, Art would choose you over murdering and you would choose him even if he continued with his old ways. 

He loves horror movies and he will always make you watch them with him. If you ever get scared, he’ll make fun of you a little bit, but he will also keep you close and kiss your head. Art likes to watch bloody, gory horror movies, but his favorite is Nightmare on Elm Street. 

He’s seen it over 75 times. 

He falls asleep during regular movies. 

Art is sort of like a guard dog. Every time that something goes bump in the night, even if he’s snoring louder than the devil, he bolts upright and insists on taking a look around. The dog usually goes with him. Because of this, new environments are harder for him to get used to. 

He is like a bottomless pit. Art eats a lot of food. 

Art is terrible at any form of game. He gets annoyed and swats his hand at the air and starts pouting when it gets too hard. Video game, board game, verbal game— it doesn’t matter. He sucks at all of them and 9 times out of 10 will refuse to play. 

He teaches you sign language because he can’t/doesn’t speak. You think it’s funny how he overdoes everything he does when he mime’s it since he can’t talk. 

He loves it when you play along with his miming. Sometimes he pretends that he’s stuck in a box and he likes it when you pretend like you can’t get to him. 

Overall, Art is a shockingly supportive partner. When you’re having a bad day, he’ll ask if he needs to kill someone. He’s a great listener as well. He’ll sit there and hold you and rub your arm while you explain everything that happened. He’s more than willing to sit there for the whole night with you if it would truly help. 

You’re stuck with him for the rest of your life. You can’t ever leave Art. He won’t let you. 

[callsignfangs]

141 + Fangs with the reader who has a paper star making addiction. (Platonic) /nf

You feed me so well pooks 😇

For context: Fangs is also a CoD oc sorta thingy of mine 😚 I’ll add theirs at the end for anyone who’s interested 💟💟

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141 + Fangs & Paper star addicted reader <3

Price:

• Really doesn’t get it. He adores how often you gift them to him but has absolutely no clue what to do with them.

• Ended up repurposing one of his desk drawers to fill them with. Also generally always has some laying around.

• Is irrationally pissy whenever someone insults them. Think they’re weird? At least his partner loves him enough to spend their time making things for him instead of shitty storebought gifts every other month, Samantha.

Gaz:

• Is absolutely giddy about them.

• Learns to make them with you so you two can make a collection together 😇

• Came up with the idea of making them out of sugar paper and incorporating them into food as well, bc why not??

• Puts them literally everywhere. He has little tupperware boxes and mugs full of them placed all over his room.

Ghost:

• Secretly loves sitting and watching you make them. Seeing your fingers curl around the paper with each other fold, it’s just mesmerising to him.

• Can’t get the hang of it himself, though. Poor lad’s fumbling, catching his fingers on every other corner, his hands are just too big.

• Has at least one on him at all times. On a mission? Scattered across his vest pockets. Out running errands? One on the specially made keychain his house keys are on.

• Gets surprisingly upset if any of them get ripped/damaged. Still has a few on his floor because god knows this man has knocked over piles or containers of them, and/or used them as extra ammo during pillow fights.

Soap:

• Similar to Gaz, also very happy about them 😇

• Incorporates them into random things in his life. Definitely shaved a few stars into his mohawk. Maybe even got a star-related tattoo.

• Has them literally everywhere. Whenever he cleans up or redecorates his room, he’ll find at least a dozen just strewn about.

• Can’t exactly get the hang of tiny paper stars either, so whenever he makes them with you he gets big strips of paper so he can actually fold them.

• Always complains about how disarming explosives/tinkering with the tiny, intricate little bits in his snipers is somehow easier than folding those stupid bloody bits of paper.

• Angst warning ahead - Have you lot seen that tiktok video of the person who’s father hid rubber ducks around their house, and after he passed they found one in the console of their car? Yeah. That’s what you’re met with after MW3. You’re welcome 😇 (edit: found it on reddit instead of tt 😚)

Fangs:

• A little confused at first, but eventually catches up with it.

• Will get deeply upset if they lose one you’ve gifted them. Yeah, they have at least three hundred others, but it was a gift from you!!

• Like Soap, starts bringing them into projects. Impulsively starts a full art project based completely around them, and has to shamefully slink over and ask you to make them more 😇

• Sorta gets the hang of them. To say they’re a bit wonky is an understatement, but they’re trying their best, and they don’t really mind as long as they’re having fun (silently raged for at least half an hour over them).

• Paints a star on their favourite rifle. Price wasn’t very happy when they went on a night mission and he spotted a little painted star glowing in the dark, and they very reluctantly peeled of the paint and replaced it with a less noticeable colour.

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Giggle donee 😇 My brains been kinda rotting over this lately and I have a Farah ask that I’m going a liiil feral over so yippee 🎉 (if ur seeing this i love u farah anon(s?) /p 😋)

Okok yaya but thanks pooks this dragged me out of my like writing hole very happy 💪

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Fated to Fall ~ Sindri x Reader [PT 6]

Tw: Canon Typical Violence

A/n: This chapter is poorly edited due to my current lack of a computer, so sorry if it's a little wonky! I just wanted to put this out for you guys since it's been so long. I might fix it in the future. Anyway, enjoy!

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The first few moments of your walk were held in complete silence. Not that you didn't feel like talking and, judging by the way he kept glancing at you, not for a lack of his wanting either. But more so out of a hard time to find anything to ask or say in the first place. So it was quiet as you walked through the Yggdrasil and stepped into the frozen wasteland of Midguard.

The cold immediately whipped against any exposed skin as you two trudged through the deep snow towards the cabin, a bitterness you don't think you'll ever grow to love. You quickly opened the door, shoving away the bit of snow that had piled even in your short time away. As you stepped in your eyes were immideatly drawn to the holes in the roof, the draft making them quite obvious. You sneered a little at your inability to escape the cold. You hoped Niðavellir would be warmer.

It was only a second after walking in that you realized you were alone. Turning around you saw Sindri waiting just outside the door, shivering in the freezing cold. Confusion passed your face for a moment before you spoke.

"You can come in. It's too cold to sit in the wind" you called. Even at the invitation he seemed unsure. Yet soon enough he got over his hesitation, be that because of cold or obligation at your invitation you didn't know. Either way he entered, his eyes immediately scanning the place. You turned to busy yourself with grabbing your things.

"Would you mind if I stoked a fire?" He asked, hands rubbing together in hopes to fight away the endless cold. You shook your head.

"Not at all" you allowed. Even if you two would be here a short time you felt that, given his mortality and your shared half of it, you would both probably need it.

You went collecting what you came for; starting with a corner so untouched it had collected dust. You were sure it would have collected webs as well, if the cold hadn't fought the insects away. In it was a variety of small items stored away once, never to be touched again. Old armor pieces and salvaged bits of broken arrows. But past them and the layers more of other rusted and useless pieces, you finally spotted what you were searching for. Pulling it away from the cluttered mess you had made while retrieving it, you opened the old box. Inside laid a greyed cloth that, once you dusted it off, revealed the white fur beneath. You stood with it in hand, the cloth still reaching the floor as you did.

It had been long since you had worn the fur, the surge of sealing magic felt beneath your finger tips. You took a deep breath before placing it over top your layer of worn clothing, making sure to face away from the dwarf to hide the slight shine it emitted once you did so. Immediately the inner seams glew a deep black, a slight sizzling hitting your skin through your clothes with a quiet grimace.

You turned from this always unpleasant experience to see the dwarf had the fire lit and had taken a seat beside it; his attention now engulfed with something near him. You figured it was nothing and went to grab some of your carving tools now that you were able to place your bag back over your shoulder.

"May I ask you something?" Sindri's voice spoke, gaining your attention quickly in the silence and causing you to glance at him again. But his eyes were still transfixed on whatever he had found, so you went back to your own task while you answered.

"You just did" you responded lightheartedly, the words almost natural in the way they slipped your tongue, like they had hundreds of times before. A silly joke, a stupid one really. But it reminded you of better times.

He, however, was thoroughly confused by it, his eyes glancing with his nose slightly scrunched. Luckily it seemed to click a moment later, though he struggled for a response anyway. You let out a half-hearted laugh, a little amused by his expressive features.

"Yes you may" you calmed his minor panic as you reached for an old bow, one clearly worn over years of no upkeep and lack of use. It wasn't the quality you would prefer but it would have to do. Hopefully it would hold better then the other.

"I was wondering how you had come to meet them?- Kratos and Atreus I mean. I didn't know they knew much of anyone else in these realms. Anyone close, anyway" he questioned. For a brief moment your body froze, the question bitter as it reached your ears. It was a short pause that you fixed the moment you noticed it, but a pause nonetheless. One you hoped he hadn't noticed.

"If you feel like saying, of course!" and it seems he did. That or he was impatient. You wished you could convince yourself it was the later of the two.

"We have history. They were close with someone I once knew" you finally spoke, your throat tightening slightly. You knew the answer wasn't what he was looking for.

"Oh..." Was all he could say. There was a question he held back on his tongue, you knew it. But you didn't dare to pull it from him. You preferred to move on.

"May I ask you a question?" You turned to him and his eyes finally caught yours.

"Of course" he answered. He seemed to have little to hide which made you a little more comfortable.

"What were you looking at?" You watched as his eyes widened slightly before he held up what he had picked up from the ground.

In his hand was a warped and strange piece of wood. It was slightly singed to a charcoal black on the left side of it, most of it's features left to ash while the other was cracked and splintered. It hardly held the detail it once had.

"This is...yours?" He asked. Your eyes focused on the small carved wood, a little bit confused as to why he even had it.

"Yes?" Your tone asked him his point and he looked perplexed himself.

"It was in the fire" he reiterated, as if you couldn't see the blackened side of it. You pulled your quiver over your shoulder once more before walking to where he was.

"I can see that" you answered as you began to pull small items from the floor, placing them in your bag. Mostly dried meats and the rare herb that grew in this now desolate land.

"Did you put it in the fire?" He asked, his tone strange in that it seemed shocked.

"Yes" You answered, your attention mostly on finding where in the freezing Hel Atreus had placed your extra set of arrows. That was until a nearly choked sound rang out, your eyes immediately snapping to him

"But the craftsmanship! How could you just throw it away?" He seemed almost offended and given the way he stared you might have even believed you had actually upset him...or perhaps you did believe so. Either way you chose to speak carefully.

"They are wood and it is cold. There's no reason to keep them. They'd just take up needed space" you tried to explain it the best you could, which is to say the way the Kratos always explained it. It had convinced you after all and you were sure he had much better things to be worrying about then some half-singed waste of time...

Right?

Unfortunate for you, it seemed he was anything but convinced. In fact, he might have even been more offended by your explanation.

"But the time this must have taken. It truly doesn't mean anything to you? You don't have any keepsakes?" He was growing increasingly frustrated with you and it was obvious. You didn't really know what you could say that would calm this strange stance he's decided to take, but you figured you might as well indulge him. The last thing you wanted to do was upset someone your brother would call a close friend. If nothing else you can at least say you tried.

"I have no issue making you a new one, if you are so bothered by it" you hoped that your offer would suffice. You didn't have much else to answer him with.

You watched as his indignation melted immediately and replaced itself with eye-widening surprise. He sputtered on his words, somehow baffled that you would offer exactly what he was complaining you ruined.

"Well you don't need to!" He finally managed a sentence.

"Unless you wish you" you mumbled afterword. Despite how quickly this change in demeanor came, or maybe even because of it's speed, you couldn't help the short laugh that left you at his nervous and flip-flopping behavior. On top of that, you managed to find your extra arrows. So you were feeling much better.

"I'd be happy to" your tone was light; amused even. He took your words with a wobbly and crooked smile before standing.

"Well..." He started, looking through the hole in the roof towards where the sun sat in the sky.

"We should really get moving" he suggested before hesitantly turning back. You gave a nod

"Probably" you agreed and he quickly began to walk towards the door. You went to follow, standing from beside the fire when a glint caught your eye. You quickly locked onto the objects, your face silently wincing at the sight.

On the table sat two rings. One made of metal; it's design crossing at the side with the front side flat and a hagalaz letter engraved on to it. The other was a ring made of an unknown wood with a metal streak held in the middle throughout the ring. Engraved on the inside was the word 'light'.

They taunted you as they laid there, the shine of the snow from the now open door turning them colder shades. Their intended purpose burned a sort of distain you never could quite place. Because even though their effect was everything you sought, it somehow felt so innately wrong whenever you had used them. As if they were not built for your hands, for your blood. Yet they were. They were finely crafted and tuned to you by beings you had never known and given to you by the mother you had always believed to want you safe-

"Are you coming?" Sindri's voice quickly caught your attention as your head swiveled to him, his head peaking in from the door.

"Yes, I-...feel like I've forgotten something" you answered, your voice as natural as it had been moments ago.

"Oh. Well whatever it is we can get it later. We're going to be late" he accepted your answer before waving for you to follow as he left once more. You gave another nod before, with the most reluctance, you took the rings into your satchel pocket and followed him into the Yggdrasil.

Another bout of silence ensued, though it felt much more peaceful than before. Or, at least, more comfortable now that the two of you weren't complete strangers. Soon enough you two were walking back out of the ethereal purple scenery and into the warmer but similarly silent place of Niðavellir.

Looking around you saw many buildings, the city sprawling for longer than you could guess. Despite that, and it being the middle of the day, there wasn't a sound to be heard.

"Welcome to Niðavellir!" He exclaimed as he gestured around what you would wager to be his former home. He began to walk and you decided it best to stay beside him. You continued to look around the seemingly abandoned place as you did.

"It's been a while" you spoke, Sindri turning to you with a curious glint.

"You've been here before?" His stare was expectant of an answer.

"Yes. Many winters ago" you answered plainly and to the point. You were somehow unsurprised to find him unsatisfied by it.

"I can assume you were looking to make something? Us dwarfs are known for our superior craftsmanship" He pried further but you were used to it after spending so long with Mimir. Though you supposed the situation was at least a little different, given that you felt a little more inclined to speak with the golden-plated dwarf than your father's confidant.

"My mother brought me. I was young then, Atreus' age I think. We had been looking for someone to make me a...a ring. It didn't work out though" you caught yourself a bit at the end, realizing your sudden slip of the tongue. Hel, the only reason his brother knew was by pure accident. How had you let yourself grow so comfortable?

"It must have been an important ring then, to come all this way" his tone made you uneasy as he spoke. It was a question in disguise, yet you knew you wouldn't be telling him any more than you already had.

"I don't remember it being so quiet" you quickly changed the topic as your eyes continued to look for any sign of life. He finally turned away from you, focusing back on the path.

"I would wager a guess that our companions have already made their way to the city. And, knowing Kratos, they didn't look for a quiet way in" you felt a bit of dread build within you at his words. You had hoped they hadn't attracted too much unwanted attention. Though at this point you probably should have expected it.

Soon the two of you stopped at a small workshop in a corner of the city. After which Sindri got to work setting up shop and you, having nothing better to do, took a seat.

The air was thick here, almost suffocating. Clouds of smoke billowed in a direction but that hardly caught your attention among the other wonders of the city. It had changed quite a lot since your younger years, though it had to be the silence that unnerved you the most.

You tried to distract yourself by sharpening and cleaning your axe while you waited but that only helped for a while. It wasn't long before you turned back to Sindri, your curiosity caught when you notice that he worked with strange magic. Despite not wanting to bother him too much, you figured he wouldn't mind a few questions. After all, you were sure he must too be unsettled by the silence here.

"What are you working on?" You asked with minor caution. His eyes flickered to you before turning back to his work, a green glow showing from the string he held.

"It's a project of mine. I've been looking into the structural sensitivity of sonic vibrations" he explained, placing the string down gently, as if he'd break it if he dropped it too suddenly. When he caught a glance of your utterly lost features, he gave a second shot at explaining it.

"I'm trying to find a way to use sonic vibrations to create a larger scale of destruction to certain sensitive materials" he reiterated and though it wasn't all that different from his initial explanation, you gave it your best shot at understanding him.

"Oh? So...a sound explosion?" his head tilted from side to side to imply that you were almost correct.

"A bit reductive, but sort of. More of an implosion if anything...Or at least that's the theory" he spoke before moving around his little shop, searching for something.

"You haven't tested it yet?" You asked, your intrigue now much more clear. The question seemed to gain his attention as he paused his movements to fully look at you once more.

"No. No I have. It's been rather...temperamental, to say the least. Working with new magic isn't exactly easy. I'm sure I have it down, but I'm not all that tempted to try it out again after the uh...last incident" he spoke with a more grave tone towards the end. You nod along, finding this to be quite interesting. At least more interesting than sitting in silence as you waited. In fact his words sprouted an idea in your head, one that would hopefully help you pass the time better than weapon maintenance.

"I can test it out, if you'd like" you inquired. The idea gave him pause as he seemed to maul it over a moment.

"Well, I had planned on doing it myself but...if you think you can handle it" he spoke skeptically which, you had to admit, was a bit amusing. It had been too long since you'd met someone who didn't know what you were. It was almost refreshing to have the expectations so low.

"I think I'll handle just fine" your small smile broke which seemed to wean away his previous hesitation. Confidence begets confidence after all.

"Your bow then" he outstretched his hand and you pulled the bow from your back and handed it to him. He began an attempt to take off the right string which you had to say was a little funny to watch. Even more so when you realized he very much wasn't going to ask for any help. But you bit your tongue well enough.

"Do you...need some help?" You spoke up gently, your voice stopping him for a moment.

What you hadn't expected was for him to look at you as if he'd seen some higher being descend upon him. Relief and thanks spread across his face as if you had asked to help him carry the weight on his shoulders. You were a little bewildered by it, the expression one you hadn't ever seen so blatantly on anyone before.

"Yes, yes, that would be great" he accepted with complete gratitude. So you placed you axe down and grabbed the bow. With only a bit of resistance you were able to hold it down for him and he didn't hesitate to take the string off, replacing it with the new one soon after. Once he did he stepped back and your grip loosened. A second passed before you gently picked it up once more, as if any sudden movement might irritate it. Turning it over in your hands showed that it seemed stable enough.

"Doesn't look too dangerous so far" you explained. He gave a cautious nod.

"Yes. However it might be smart for you to test it away from the workshop" he suggested and you quickly agreed. You stood before taking a good few steps away from the shop. When you felt you were a sufficient distance away you raised the bow carefully, as if to aim it, but didn't pull on the string. You instead gave one last look to Sindri who you noticed had ducked under his workbench. However his head quickly popped back up, clearly looking like he had forgotten something.

"Oh and uh- when you shoot! Just say the word, skjálfa!" he ducked back under the bench as you gave a nod.

Turning back to the bow with quite a bit of hesitance now, you brought your hand to the bow string. You watched the string hum with a bit of green light at your fingertips, the power of it evident. Knowing there was no avoiding the inevitable, and that an injury you might receive could be healed quick enough, you finally plucked the string and...

No explosion. Nothing more than a faint flicker of more green magic. You hummed in cautious delight before plucking an arrow from your quiver, swiftly pulling back the string as the glow reappeared. You aimed the arrow in a random direction before Sindri's voice called again.

"The gate! Aim for the gate! Where the green ore is!" He yelled to you, your aim quickly fixated on the target. When you were sure your aim was true you released.

"Skjálfa!" You yelled, watching as it quickly left your hand with a resonating thump of energy before flying into the metal. No familiar clink was heard as instead the metal compacted in on itself, crinkling like paper before falling with a small thud.

"It worked-!"

You didn't get to celebrate long, a skittering sound meeting your ears followed by a loud billow as you realized you must have disturbed a swarm of wretches. Only a glance showed a grim not far behind.

You quickly sprung into action as a group of the tiny creatures charged for you like overgrown bugs. You began to quickly step back as you pulled an arrow from your quiver just in time for one of them to jump at you, impaling itself on the arrow with only a bit of force on your part. That didn't seem to deter the other six as they then all came jumping at you in a thing reminiscent of skin crawling nightmares. You managed to dodge, shoot and stab without so much as a bite when-

"Look out!" Sindri yelled, your body dodging a disgusting green acid-like spit ball flown in your direction before you even really fully registered his words. Afterward your eyes flicked in his direction as he, to your surprise, was throwing an assortment of strange things at the grim that had just tried to boil you in bile. You were almost impressed, surprised to see the dwarf standing his own.

At least until he caught the attention of said grim who, unsurprising, begin to run at him.

"Ah!" You turned and sprinted towards him the moment he yelled and in doing so allowing a wretch to jump and latch on your arm. You hardly felt it as the grim lunged over the bench and at Sindri who had tried continuing an assault of whatever strange things he could pull from his endless bag from behind said bench. However the creature was only successful in knocking him to the ground as you pulled the grim near out of the air, wrapping your bow around its neck and pulling it. The creature yelled in anger and pained fury as you hopped onto it's back to tighten your grip. It clawed at you, ripping your pants a little, before-

Snap

There went your second bow, the creature escaping your grip and throwing you off of it. You hit the ground with a thump and just barely rolled out of the way of it's hands. You were thankful when a slight glance showed your ax now beside you. Without hesitation you reached for it.

You felt fury dare to grip at your throat again, that horrible feeling of thickened blood sinking in once more. However, unlike before when it had shown in glowing eyes that blurred your vision or in the golden flakes that surrounded the movement of your hands, it instead showed in the form of just pure burning. The fur held on you was anything but a comfort now, as it began to sear.

Knowing you didn't have much time before it would truly begin to burn, and driven fully by the panic of that thought, you swiftly grabbed the ax and moved to your feet. With the pumping of your adrenaline you let out a yell before lunging at the creature with as heavy a swing you could manage. You found relief when it's head hit the ground, it's body following shortly after.

Silence fell, a few deep breaths cooling the heat of your skin and the beating of your heart. A feeling so strange for such a common encounter. You hadn't had such a loose grip on it in so long, its signs usually showing only when your blood boiled over in messy golden ichor. But it seemed that over fimbulwinter your grip must have grown weaker. That or it somehow grew stronger in the inhospitable environment.

It wasn't long after you calmed that you registered the wretch that had yet to let go of your arm. You carefully unhooked it's jaw from you before throwing it onto the ground, a heavy stomp killing the pesky thing. You were confident by then that there were no more, though you glanced around just to be sure.

It was then that you met the wide-eyed state of Sindri, his elbows propping him up on the ground he had not stood from quite yet.

"Are you hurt?" You asked as you approached. He remained silent for a moment too long and you began to grow concerned, quickening your pace. Once you stood above him you looked him over, relived to see no bloody injuries.

"Sindri?" You called and, suddenly, the man sprung back to live. He blinked rapidly, adjusting himself into a seated position as he looked over his arms and legs, searching for an injury but thankfully seeing none.

"I'm fine- fine! I'm fine! It's...It's just been a while since I've been attacked like that!" He almost yelled through a nervous laugh, clearly shaken up by the ordeal.

"Well lucky you" you reached down, pulling the dwarf to his feet in an attempt the break his adrenaline. Unfortunately it did quite the opposite as he instead just stared at where you touched him on his arm with what you could only describe as poorly contained disgust.

"Oh, sorry. It slipped my mind" you apologized, pulling your hand very quickly back to your body.

"It's...fine" it was clearly not fine and he hid it poorly. Especially as he turned to the bag on his hip, digging around for a moment before pulling out some sort of cloth and wiping down the armor you had touched. You found the sight a little amusing, considering he had gone up to his shoulders digging through the bag, but you kept that thought to yourself. Instead you quickly went and retrieved the string of your now broken bow before placing it back on the bench with a simple nod from the dwarf. Silence returned for a few rather long moments after, an opportunity you took to get right back to cleaning your now grim covered blade. Then, right when you thought the silence might settle fully, he spoke again.

"Thank you" your eyes turned to him at the suddenly sincere tone in his voice. You questioned if he was joking, as most people who thanked you often were, but his seriousness didn't falter even in the way his eyes stared.

"For keeping that...thing off of me, I mean" You couldn't help the ever so slight smile that pulled at your lips or the slight swell of being acknowledged that grew in your chest.

"Well thank you for not letting me be melted by disgusting acidic mucus" you returned the thanks, his look twisting into one half amused and half horrified.

"Of course" he answered, his tone once again matching his face. You held back a snicker at it.

It was then that voices all too familiar began to echo in the near distance.

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Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

OR

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out. 

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church. 

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word. 

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did. 

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for. 

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way. 

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne. 

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless. 

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight. 

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

[oodlyenough]

now that i've finished dual destinies here is how i'd rank the aa games that i've played.

this started as a bulleted list but then as always i ended up rambling forever, so, some of it is under the cut. spoilers for AA1-5 & AAI1. anything not listed is a game i've not yet played

1. Ace Attorney (1)

can't beat the original. ok so maybe the first time i played turnabout samurai i got so bored i took a 3 year break. that's not the point. i was weak. i think this game is the tightest and as the introduction to the concept and the characters it does a surprisingly good job of balancing and developing all of them. pretty satisfying arcs and relationships for every major character. also 1-4 and 1-5 are two of The best cases ever.

2. Ace Attorney 3/Trials and Tribulations

this one coasts on the strength of the dahlia throughline. all three of her cases are great. the fey lore develops so well and so interestingly, i loved getting a chance to play mia, dahlia is the best AA villain, bridge to turnabout has so many great things going on, edgeworth v franziska rules, phoenix investigating with franziska rules. it had some of my favourite puzzles and puzzle solving. the weak points that lose it top spot for me are that i didn't like how edgeworth and franziska evaporate from 3-5 in the second half, i wish maya had a bigger role in 3-5, and i don't enjoy anything about godot. also the two middle cases bored me to tears

3. Ace Attorney 2/Justice for All

this is a messier game than the above two for sure and i also thought it had the worst puzzle writing of the original trilogy. the magatama's use here is a bit clunky. i also think the way edgeworth's disappearance and return is handled is not quite as satisfying as it could've been for such a big emotional thing. the execution of the start of 2-4 with maya's kidnapping and engarde hiring phoenix could've been done much smoother.

BUT: i love the expansion of the fey lore, introduction of morgan and pearl and kurain, and franziska is my specialest little girl and i love that she's here. and 2-4, especially as it goes on, is such a good interesting case and some of the BEST character stuff for phoenix and edgeworth and truly made me unwell about the ship indefinitely. edgeworth hunched over his desk with bugged out eyes through gritted teeth "the prosecution... rests..." ??? peak romance

4. Ace Attorney 4/Apollo Justice

this is a really fun game that has the difficult task of introducing a lot of new characters and it pulls that off fairly well. apollo, trucy and klavier are all really fun. it's super interesting to see phoenix as an NPC and see what a mysterious galaxybrain he is when you're not given a front-row ticket to his scattered thoughts. i think the mystery writing here was coherent and pretty tight and i had fun solving the puzzles. 4-1 is one of the best tutorial cases for sure.

downside is that it's underbaked and you can tell. the new characters, while likable, barely get a chance to shine or really develop. apollo is not really much more than an avatar, the story is still about phoenix. and even when i'm enjoying the game, it just does honestly feel kind of... mean... the way the game drops every character from the trilogy and does what it does with phoenix.

5. Ace Attorney Investigations 1

fun pixel sprites, some fun new characters, it's cool to be able to walk my lil dude around and click on stuff. some of it is pretty funny. there's a surprisingly large variety of new female characters in different kinds of roles and personalities and designs and i always appreciate that.

the mysteries are not very good and the puzzles are frequently frustrating. the lack of trial day structure means the pacing feels wonky in many places. the returning characters are not written very well, franziska in particular is a flanderized shadow of herself, and most damning of all: edgeworth, the main character, is not written particularly well. the bratworth flashback in particular shows a fundamental misunderstanding of the character established by the trilogy imo.

6. Ace Attorney 5/Dual Destinies

this game had most of the same flaws as AAI and it didn't even have nice art or fun investigation banter to save it. i like athena a lot, i love aura and canon lesbians, it's nice to see phoenix as a lawyer again and get some confirmation edgeworth and the feys didn't fuckin die off screen. aa5 klavier is fucking hilarious. some of the new NPCs are funny s/o to the orca and plonco and robin.

the non-chronological plot was unnecessarily convoluted, the dark age of the law was emphasized so much only to be totally underdeveloped, the phantom plot twist was cool for three seconds and then pretty stupid in retrospect. apollo's storyline is a disaster. trucy has been replaced by an automaton that talks about panties. the lack of being able to investigate scenery makes the investigation days short, hurts character development and contributes the pacing that makes every final trial day feel interminably long and infuriating. too many plot twists rely on the game simply not providing evidence until the last second, at which point the twist becomes obvious. the nicest thing i can say for dual destinies is that it didn't irreparably break anything i loved in the previous games.

[askadrianalucardtepes]

[OOC] Trying my best

Hey guys! I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a long while, and that my posts have become so infrequent lately. I feel like I've been apologizing for my absence every other post I make and I am very sorry. Truth is, I'm currently absolutely exhausted with both my studies, commission work and private life, which has made it hard to find motivation and time for the blogs I run. And that royally sucks, because these blogs are my passion and I care so, so deeply about them. I don't even know what the problem is for me that's making me dread working on posts, but it bugs me to no end because I just want to focus on having fun here. I'm gonna try to post a bit more and see if that helps, maybe I just need to get back into it. If not, I might call for a hiatus instead, a proper one so I can recharge and come back here fresh. But I really, really don't want it to come to that, I'd miss y'all. Also unrelated but, I'm also wondering if you guys enjoy my cosplay posts and such? I post them here to get some engagement with the blog (and because I'm mighty proud of them) but I wonder if you guys enjoy that work too. My usual posts don't generate that much attention (and understandably so), my cosplay posts usually do better. I hope y'all here enjoy them as much as I enjoy cosplaying. I dunno, my headspace is a bit wonky lately so maybe that's what's got me wondering. Remember I love all of you dearly and value you all so much for sticking by the blog, even when I don't post much. Rest assured I do think about this spot a lot and still care about it deeply! And when I'm feeling a bit better, more energized and alive again, hopefully I'll get right back into the swing of things and pick up where I left off. For now I'm gonna try my best to answer some asks and see what happens!

Much love, Adrian

[hyunnieshannie]

EX | HJ

Chapter 4: You're so cruel...Y/N

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 4,697

General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own?

General Warnings: Idol!Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.)

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, MY TEENY TINY ADHD BRAIN SAID "HERES 9 OTHER STORY PLOTS THAT YOU MUST WRITE DOWN OR YOU'LL FORGET" ANYWAYS PLEASE ENJOY ~ gif by @jjsungie ~

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“Get up- Get up- Get up Y/N!” Mini shouts as she excitedly jumps on the bed, you groan loudly rolling on to your side, attempting to snuggle up in the covers. “Hell no.” Mini says as she rips the duvet right off you, “UP!” 

“Come on Min, it’s like-” You reach for your phone, checking the time. “Min it’s fucking eight am on a Saturday…” you sit up slowly, sleepily wiping away the morning haze from your eyes. Mini’s already dressed, hair straightened out, bangs falling gracefully over her forehead. Her makeup was done up, in a true ‘e-girl’ fashion. “Why the fuck do you have makeup on at eight.” you laugh, and then you spot it. Laid out across the study desk which she has pushed right against the end of the bed. The entirety of her makeup arsenal spread out messily, some laying on the floor. Who owns that much makeup? Your eyes widen as you look up at her, “No.”

“Yes.” she smirks. As much as you fight, and plead to just go back to bed all of it goes unheard.

So there you are, sitting with your eyes closed as she lightly brushed eyeshadow onto your lids. You hadn’t had someone else do your makeup before, it tickled you a bit as she added her finishing touches to the shadow. You open your eyes as you hear her shift from her spot, walking around the side of the bed and hopping up. Placing herself directly behind you. She places a pillow in her lap and prompts you to lay in her lap, “Now don’t open your eyes, until I say so okay?” you nod as you lay down, softly closing your eyes. Wet. The initial shock of the cool wet liner causes you to flinch, she raises her hand quickly; laughs it off and continues what she was doing. 

“So why are we doing this?” you ask as she fans your face with a folding fan, 

“Mmm, breakfast date with the boys,” She mutters as she focuses on her job on doing your makeup, lightly brushing your eyelashes out before gluing on a light pair of lashes directly on your lash line. 

“For what?” they haven't mentioned it before, she finishes with the second lash before tapping you lightly, indicating you could now get up. Sitting up you face her, the flash on her camera goes off, as it lets out a low hum. The polaroid prints and she takes it quickly placing it inside the drawer of the nightstand that sat beside the bed. “Don’t you shake tho-” 

“NO. Leave it in a dark place, shaking it could cause the chemicals to get all wonky and fuck with the image.” she laughs, “Also Y/N it’s been a month.”

How time flies when having fun. A month has already come and gone since you moved in with them, a month of what seemed like peace finally. After the exchange with Leah, she had told you she found a wedding planner and to not bother with helping. She made no mention of a new maid of honor, so until she did you still held that title, just without the responsibilities. Keeho had mentioned during a late night facetime call how he was happy she’d finally left you alone, and that he was relieved knowing you were getting along with everyone. ‘I told you, you’d be fine’ he had said. 

In the month of living with them, you’d grown quite close to a few people. Mini and Maddy for starters. Both of them being the closest thing you’d have to a real sister-like relationship. Mini often brought you everywhere with her, she always spoke honestly with you. And like siblings, you’d have disagreements but nothing that would ever put the nature of your relationship with her in danger. One of you would always find your way to the other, both of you always apologizing and admitting your wrong doings. The fights were never big, nor of any importance. They never happened often, and usually only came up when one of you was having a bad mental health day. A normal occurrence between friends, between sisters. 

Maddy on the other hand, you didn’t get very close to quickly. It was roughly three weeks in before she fully warmed up, and it was no fault of yours or hers. Maddy practically lived here, spending most of her days in the house with everyone, but always leaving before dinner. At first it was awkward with her as it is when meeting new people. You had complained to Mini once thinking Maddy hated you, only to find out she’d actually just been having a rough patch. Maddy is a happy person, not someone who showed how she felt often, instead opting to just not speak. To most it’d come off as cold, but Mini assured you that Maddy found interest in being your friend, and during a late night drunken talk in Mini’s bedroom Maddy had blurted out how she was glad to have met you. From then on the three of you had become friends so close that Minho would often joke to Hyunjin and Chan that they’d be losing their girlfriends relatively soon seeing how you’ve taken up all their attention. All their affection. 

You’d also gotten close with the rest of Jisung’s group members, the only person coming close to the friendship you have with Keeho being Changbin. 

Of course Jisung was a close contender but you clicked with Changbin instantly. 

On the same drunken night you had told the girls of the song you were wanting to release, for the first time under your own name. The girls begged for you to play it for them, giving them reason to get up and dance around the room as the song blasted through Mini’s speakers. The next day, while Mini went to work Changbin had come up to you. Shyly holding a ‘hangover drink’ to you, 

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“I thought you may need this,” he said shyly, you took the drink reading over the label before lightly smiling up at him as you sat at the kitchen table staring into your laptop at the unfinished song before you. “I overheard the song last night,” he whispers, “You composed it?” you nodded at him. “Have you done the lyrics yet? I’d like to hear it fully. If you don’t mind that is..” 

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After that day the two of you spent a lot of time in the spare room they used for producing, he created lyrics that matched the vibe of the song and often joked about how now it’s both of your song, and you can’t publish it without at least crediting him. You got close with him through music, as someone who appreciated what you did, and in his words ‘your second fan.’ you had asked him why he’d have labeled himself the second, only to get a  half assed response that he just wasn’t the first one.

As many late nights of deep talks you had with Mini, you had just as many with Changbin. Often talking about whatever was on his mind, his fear of fully committing to the girl he had been seeing; or his fear of messing things up before recording or performing with the group. He had gotten so close with you, that at one point Mini had just started inviting him to girls nights.

The others would bitch and moan over never receiving an invitation, and Changbin would simply smirk and brag of how much more important he was. ‘Honorary woman’ you had joked once only for him to respond telling you how; though you meant it as an insult he’d take it as a compliment. 

Minho, Chan, Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin became like brothers to you, people you could look to for anything but Jisung, after a while began to draw back. 

Everyone always assured you that it had to do with him, that he had his own issues he needed to deal with, that he’d often do it on his own. He still spoke to you normally, he’d treat you like any of his other friends, but something always felt like he was hesitant to speak to you. Sometimes, you’d catch him looking at you deep in thought, only for him to avert his eyes when he snapped back into reality. Sometimes, he’d just give you a weak hello before locking himself away. 

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“It’s just stress Y/N, don’t overthink it.”

“I know Seungmin it’s just, I feel bad.”

“Why?”

“Because whenever I’m feeling like absolute shit everyone is always there, and Jisung’s always the first to notice and try to comfort me. I just feel bad that I can’t do that for him, because he won’t tell me what's wrong.” 

“Give him time Y/N, he’ll tell you what he’s been thinking, I promise.” 

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“It’s been a month already?” You say as you get up, stretching your arms as Mini digs through the closet. She nods as she pulls out a few clothing options and tosses them to you. “Damn,” you pick out an outfit carefully to somewhat match the light pink tones Mini had done for your makeup. You admired yourself in the mirror as you checked yourself over once. The makeup she’d done was simple, the foundation mixture looking natural against your skin. The contour shaped your face perfectly, it wasn’t harsh and blended just right to lift your cheek bones. Light blushing gives you warm rosy cheeks; complementing the pink shadows that in Mini’s words, ‘suit someone as beautiful as the spring’. The eyeliner that was delicately painted on your eyes made them look rounder, the light weight lashes bringing the entire eye look together. You appreciate the work she’d done with your makeup, the outfit complimenting everything as you fixed up your messy hair. By the time you had finished it was nine thirty, and of course Mini had given you a ‘told you so’ laugh as you stared down at your phone. “H-how did it take us an hour and a half to get ready?” you questioned, 

“Looking that good takes time,” she shrugged as the two of you walked out of the room.

The boys of the house all sitting downstairs on the couch, loud as they each yelled about who’s car they’d prefer to be in. There was a total of twelve people going, and three cars. It should have been fairly easy to just stick four in three cars; but instead they argued about how five in one is much too uncomfortable. “You guys are ridiculous.” Mini scoffed as the group looked at her, “Chan, Ji, and you Hyunnie, you make one car. Minho, twinny-”

“How are we twins again?” Seungmin groaned, 

“Our nicknames dumbass that makes us twins get over it, anyways Minho, twinny, innie, and lix in the other car. I’ll take Y/N, Maddy, and Autumn and Bin.” the boys began to complain about the arrangements, asking why once more Changbin had been selected to go in her car rather than with Chan, Hyunjin and Jisung,

"Seriously Min, the math ain't mathing." Seungmin laughed,

“Fuck off and mind ya business.” she laughed. She grabbed her keys and jingled them at the door, the small wristlet covered in keys, pins, and other items she could dangle off them all chiming as they hit against one another.

You quickly followed behind her as she hopped in the car starting it up. Handing you her phone to enter in navigation, “Play music.” she said. You looked up at her wondering if it was okay to play your music, you’d gone out with her several times but not with the others like this. You knew what kind of music everyone liked, except for Autumn who was still new to you.

Changbin had made it official only that week, and wanted her around as much as possible to get used to everyone. 

You liked her, she is sweet and a music major like yourself, but rather than wanting to be a producer, she was a vocalist. Changbin had even suggested you two work on a song together, and joked how Mini could be the director for the video. Though  it was a joke, it was a good idea, having your friends do a video this way. Mini being so into makeup and film, you were sure it would come out looking nice. Autumn whose vocals could grab the attention of any person, you knew she would sound good, what you worried most about was more about the tracks you had created. Would they really be good enough for that? 

The drive to the restaurant was fun, the five of you talking and singing to the song you played. Everyone requested at least one song. During the car ride you learned everyone had at least two songs they went all out in, and it made you giggly seeing them. You almost wanted to record them to treasure how they looked so happy as they gave their all in the songs that played. Is this how the boys felt? You wondered. 

Mini was a chaotic driver, fast, swerving through lanes, yet with ever so careful with such gentle stops you’d forget she was going 160 Kilometers down the highway.

How she’d never been pulled over remained a mystery, but if anyone had an issue with how she drove, they didn’t mention it.

You found it fun, zipping down the highway as music blared. It made you excited for the road trip she had decided to randomly plan out on a drunken Thursday night. 

At first you had thought she was joking, or at the least only saying it due to the four bottles of soju she had downed. But the next day she was staring deep into her laptop as she looked at different locations you could all go. Excitedly telling you of all the different things you’d see. 

Quickly stepping out of the car you let out a loud sigh as you stretch, the others pulling up soon after you. 

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Breakfast had been nice, it felt normal for once. Everyone talked away and Jisung didn’t have his head buried into his notebook the entire time for the first time in a few weeks. He managed to speak to you properly too. He wondered if you’d noticed his demeanor lately and obviously you did. From the conversations he’d had with the other boys and a long one he had with Changbin, he knew you were very clearly worried about him; but truthfully he couldn’t figure out how to go about explaining any of it to you. 

He tried wrapping his brain around it by himself and after a week and a half of confusion he’d finally decided to talk to his friends about what was going on. Though the conversations did prove to be slightly helpful to his situation, he was still having a hard time processing it. He’d even facetimed Keeho to ask his opinion on everything. 

Keeho was supportive, and talked him through a lot of his concerns, letting him know that in time everything would be okay. 

He wondered when he had started feeling this way, and to be completely honest with himself it had happened after the fight with your sister.

Jisung had been the first to notice something was wrong, he had left Hyunjin’s room to run to the washroom as the group of boys played video games and listened to music, but was quickly stopped when he heard you pleading with your sister to continue the planning another day.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you sounded upset, your voice so full of hurt he couldn’t help but listen in, so when the screaming erupted and the rest of the boys trailed out of the room and down the stairs he realized that it wasn’t going to end very well. After everything was said and done, ending with Mini sending you to your room, and a few threats to Leah where Hyunjin literally had to hold her back from jumping on your sister. He found his mind rushing and panicking. Where you okay? What happened? How could your sister be so rude? How could he help you? What could he do for you? He just wanted to make sure you were okay but his heart was pounding and he wasn’t just angry, no he was fucking pissed. 

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The day of the fight: 

“What the fuck was that.” Jisung asked as the room quieted down, Mini stood there eyes closed as Hyunjin held her shoulders guiding her through some breathing exercises, 

“Jisung, explain the situation now before I go up there.” She sighed, finally opening her eyes.

He did explain, all of it. The group understandably was shocked to hear the full issue (that he knew of). You, dating Jeonghan, the breakup and finally your sister being engaged to him. 

“What, the fuck.” Jeongin sighed as Jisung finished explaining. “Ok so, her sister is marrying her ex, asked her to help PLAN the wedding, and want her to invite HER friends to her party? How the fuck does any of that make sense?”

“You should have seen her face when she saw the dress,” Mini sighed, 

“OH SO SHE STOLE HER MAN, HER WEDDING, AND DRESS?” Changbin yelled in a hushed tone, “What the fuck is wrong with her?” 

“I never said she st- I mean, okay maybe that's possible judging by Y/N’s reaction that might actually be the case” Mini sighs, “Hanji, go get her a glass of water Innie, Snacks, the rest of you… I don’t know, look pretty or something?” and with that Mini made her way upstairs while Jisung made his way into the kitchen. His heart was pounding through his chest, and every thought turned to how he should’ve mentioned it to the group before everything happened. He should have told them, but by the time he had found out that they had insisted on inviting her over, it was too late. 

That night Jisung lay in bed, thinking about everything he could have done. Should have done. In all honesty, he should’ve been the first one to speak up. Instead he let Chan be the one to say something. Sure Hyunjin had spoken first to defend his girlfriend, but ultimately it was Chan who said something about Leah leaving, only after Chan and Changbin had said something was he able to finally say something. He felt guilty. He had taken you in, Keeho had entrusted you to him. Yet when you needed him, he was the fourth person to actually speak up. 

He could barely look at you, guilt eating away at him every time he looked into your eyes.

Three weeks later~

“I should have said something, I should’ve helped her faster.” Jisung sighed as Changbin stood at his door staring at him. Changbin who’d originally walked into Jisung’s room to ask if he had accidentally grabbed his notebook instead of his own from their small music room, only looked at him confused as he processed the words coming out of Jisung's mouth. 

“Wait what?” Changbin said in his confused state, 

“Y/N’s fight with her sister,” Jisung sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, looking up at Changbin as tears threatened to fall. For the past three weeks he had silently blamed himself for your mental state deteriorating in such a short time since you moved in. You had been entrusted to him, Keeho needed him to keep you from falling into a depression and instead he let the very reason for your heart ache to walk right into what was supposed to be your safe space. 

“Ji-” Changbin made his way to the bed where Jisung sat, sitting down beside him. 

“Sorry. That came out of nowhere.” 

“No it’s fine, honestly I figured you’d talk when you felt comfortable but I didn’t think it was about this.” He sighed, “Ji you didn’t do anything wrong, Chan didn’t know when he invited Leah here.” 

“Exactly, I should have explained earlier to avoid this, and now Y/N won’t even look up from the ground whenever she does decide to leave her room.” The tears that welled up in his eyes finally began to fall, and only then did Changbin realize how distraught over the situation Jisung was. “She’s my responsibility and I can’t even- I don’t even know where to begin.” 

“Jisung, Y/N is not a child. Don’t treat her like one, she’s grown. Yes we are supposed to be here to help her while Keeho’s gone but we’re supposed to be being her friends Ji- not her babysitters. We can offer advice, we can do our best to help her through it but ultimately it’s her who will know when she’s better.” Changbin explained, Jisung understood what he was saying but he still felt like shit. He still couldn't help feeling like he should have done more, “Ji you did what needed to be done, you took her in, you gave her ELEVEN new friends, you gave her people to lean on, and you gave her support during that fight. You did exactly what you should have.” 

“But I should have done more-” 

“There is no more in this situation Hannie. You did everything right, and Hannie it’s been three weeks, and she does look up.” 

“She looks so sad Bin…” 

“She looks sad because she thinks something’s wrong with you, she thinks you’re going through shit by yourself and she wants to help you. She’s doing fine right now, she’s dare I say happy. It’s you she’s concerned for right now. So please Ji talk to her, properly. You’re her friend. So explain to her what you’re feeling right now, and I guarantee she’s going to tell you about how none of that was your fault,” Changbin smiled softly as Jisung looked up at him, eyes puffy and red from crying, his face heating up as he thought about how you were worried for him. “If anything I’m sure she's grateful you respected her privacy by not telling us until you had to.” Jisung nodded softly, his thoughts still racing. 

“But now I’m the reason she’s worried.” He sighed, 

“So talk to her.” Changbin said as he got up  off the bed, heading towards the door. “Please.” He smiled once more before shutting the door, leaving Jisung to think about how he should approach you. 

Which brings him back to the present. The breakfast he planned to celebrate your one month of being with them.

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After breakfast the group made their way back to the house, in the same cars they’d arrived in. Jisung kept himself busy by thinking of how he would approach you with his concerns. His concern that he didn’t do enough, his concern for making you worry for him, and the other thing. Frankly he was still unsure if he’d even be able to bring up the other issue that had kept him awake at night, but he figured maybe just getting it out of his system would allow him a night of sleep without his brain torturing him. 

The group disbanded soon after arriving at home, each person going off to do whatever they needed to do. You sat comfortably on your bed scrolling through tiktok posts of the concerts that had been happening. You laughed as Keeho joked around on stage with the boys. You missed them, a lot. A soft knock on the door, and you sit up “come in!” you say. Jisung walks in slowly before shutting the door behind him, 

“Are you busy?” He asks quietly, if you could tell he was nervous, you didn’t mention it. 

“Not at all, what's up Ji?” You smiled sweetly at him, and his heart melted at the sight. God how could you? He thought to himself, how could you smile so sweetly, how could you look so good so effortlessly. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he approached the bed sitting carefully on the edge of it. 

“Can we talk?” Finally, You thought to yourself, scooting closer to him as he watched his hands. Fiddling with a ring he had on as he thought of how to bring up everything. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, 

“What? What do you mean? Why are you sorry?” You asked, he finally looked up at you, clearly you were concerned for his apology, and confused. 

“For going dark on you, I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” He lets out the look on his face expressing hurt, and regret. You knew he didn’t mean to do it, you didn’t feel bad, you just wanted to know if he was okay, so why would he apologize for going through something? You knew how it could be to feel down, you knew and he’d always been there for you, you just wanted to be able to return the favor. 

“Ji you didn’t make me feel bad, I just want to know if you’re okay,” you smile softly, placing a hand on his wrist gently, his body tenses up as your hand makes contact with his skin. You feel him tense up, shit, did I make him uncomfortable? “Are you, okay?” he shakes his head ‘no’ lightly, looking back up at you from looking at your hand on his. 

“You had that fight with your sister, and I put a lot of pressure on myself Y/N.” 

“What? Why would you do that Ji!” 

“Because, I should have helped you sooner, I should have told them it wasn’t a good idea to have her here; I didn’t even speak up until someone else did and I just, I should have done mor-” 

“Han Jisung.” You say sternly, “Don’t you dare say that.” He looks to you, a concerned look written across his face. “You have been there for me, you stood up for me, you comforted me. You have been a good friend to me Ji, don’t you fucking dare say you should have done more, when you did the most for me.” Jisung’s heart began to race at your words, you praised him for doing what anyone would have done, for the bare minimum. He still felt like he should have done more, but he knew you wouldn’t let him try to tell you that there was more he could have done. He could have kicked Leah out himself, not Chan. He could have been the one to comfort you first, not Mini, he could have talked you through your concerns, not Bin. He could have done more. He should have done more. “Is this why you wouldn’t even look at me? Why you hid yourself away all month?” you sighed, “Did this bother you so much that you couldn’t even look at me Ji?” he nodded again, but it wasn’t the only reason. “Oh Ji-” you pull on his wrist lightly, using your free hand to cradle his head pulling him into your shoulder to hug him, “Ji, you’ve been such a good friend to me, you did everything right. Please, Don’t think you did anything wrong. You did everything right. Okay?” 

He listened to your words, but his mind was elsewhere. He was enjoying the warmth of your hug, the way you softly held him. Gently. He was listening to the sound of your breathing. He was sinking into the feeling of your hand in his hair, softly stroking his head as you comforted him. You’d never hugged him like this, you’ve never held him like this. And in that moment he didn’t want you to let go. Ever. if he could he’d sit there being held by you for hours. He’d love to just fall asleep in your arms like this, but you were just trying to be a good friend; And comfort him. 

Because that's what the two of you are right? Friends.

And friends don’t think about falling asleep in each other's arms.

You’re so cruel Y/N. 

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