#this is what my brain comes up with randomly and without a prompt so now i put it on the Tumblr

[echo-stimmingrose]

Percy: Yeah, I mean... You're kinda like a father to me.

Posiedon: uh.... *no words*

Percy: Which is a new development for you and I'm unsure of how to feel about it.

[alexanderlightweight]

I desperately want to prompt. But it's mostly just bc I wanna see what you'll write. Not even anything specific. I just love what you come up for malec. Is there anything that's got you in its grasp you'd like to get out in the world?

this an awesme prompt and i'm happy for anything sent in because it does make my brain think!

originally i was going to write something for a favorite verse but then i realized that this is super open-worded and you have unleashed a hidden away verse!

so this is 'under my skin' and i have at some point posted two snippets of it randomly and they weren't in relation to writing wednesday because i wasn't planning on unleashing yet another verse without a specific prompt or finishing the fic but i love this fic and i can't say that your prmpt doesn't fit it since i keep going back to the strategizing board for this fic (it has some twists i've haven't explored in depth before in regards to the clave and alicante)

i can't explain yet how different the direction of this fic is going to go because that would give it away ^_^

i cleaned the beginning up a bit and i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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Magnus stares at the two fighters and licks his lips, glamour dropping as he uses his enhanced vision to see through the visual ward on the taller of the two fighters.

He’s runed, enticingly so at that and Magnus waves away his normal company and entertainment.

He’s enthralled by the fight, but mostly because of the shadowhunter and fury bleeds into him when the seelie gets a hand on runed muscles and skin against skin.

Blood spills, the seelie pressing too-sharp nails in and up across the hunter’s ribs and the shadowhunter falls back, dropping into a crouch and wrapping his arm around his torso.

He’s steadying himself, gearing himself up for another go and Magnus can’t stand it.

This is his domain.

It exists for Magnus’ entertainment.

And he finds he is no longer entertained.

“Bring them both to me, now.” He orders and he activates the magic that has each fighter wrapped in magical bonds. Normally Magnus lets the bonds drain from the leylines the arena is on, but he keeps a careful hold of them this time. 

“Are the fights over?” The manager of the ring asks hesitantly and Magnus rolls his eyes and summons himself a drink.

“No,” he waves his hand, “you can return to your clients battering each other for the  thrill.” Magnus says and he zeroes in on the two fighters being guided to him.

One of them is touching his hidden shadowhunter and Magnus bites back the urge to set her unnecessary hands on fire. 

“What was the prize for winning?” He asks immediately; because that’s normally the reason people are paired up. Two fighters mutually looking to trade. 

The shadowhunter is scowling at the seelie who looks incredibly pleased with himself.

“Something a little more fun than fighting.” The seelie said and Magnus feels his fading anger reignite. 

“Information.” The shadowhunter says cooly and there is derision in his voice as he matches gaze with the seelie, “you never would have won.” There’s a promise in his eyes that he would have managed to kill either the seelie or even himself first. 

“I disagree,” Magnus says and he tightens the bonds of his magic warningly when his shadowhunter tenses.

“I announce you as the winner.” Magnus says to the seelie, suddenly very bored and done with trying to hold his temper back. “Your prize is the honor of me killing you, you should never have overstepped.” Magnus smiles when the seelie tries to take a desperate step back and snaps his fingers

Blood splatters across his hunter and the guards escorting both fighters and while his shadowhunter doesn’t flinch, he is looking at Magnus with wild, wary and awed eyes. 

“Now then, how about you strip off your glamour, pretty boy, it can’t be comfortable hiding away your runes.” 

Magnus casually steps through viscera and brain matter and summons a handkerchief. He reaches up and begins to gently dab away the seelie’s blood that is dirtying his boy’s — potentially his boy — face.

He sends the guards a pointed look.

They’re completely unnecessary now that they’ve fetched his shadowhunter and now on cleanup. 

It’s easy to get a grip on his hunter’s elbow and escort him along — Magnus is being gentle, not merely dragging him along by the magic entangling him.

“I— shit, I don’t understand.” He’s told in a hoarse, quiet voice and Magnus just hums as he finally gets a chance to look his hunter over. Magnus hisses in true sympathy when his boy flinches away from the wounds on his ribs that Magnus presses his fingers to.

“This space, all of it, exists for my entertainment, darling.” Magnus says and he smirks darkly when hazel eyes widen. “And while I am entertained by a pretty boy like you covering up his runes to make bets he shouldn’t be. I’d rather my enjoyment not be ruined by inconvenience.”

Because it would be inconvenient to have to slaughter anyone who’d hurt his boy and then he presses his open palm to his hunter’s open skin and heals it with magic.

“Alec.” Is the name gasped against him when Alec, his Alec, leans into the sudden and harsh healing. 

Magnus is merciful, but he’s not going to just heal his boy nicely when Alec is the one who got himself into this mess.

Magnus resolutely ignores the little voice that reminds him he owns the place and it’s his rules that allowed Alexander in and oh — 

He likes the flavor of that on his tongue.

“Alexander.” He rolls about his tongue and the taste of what must be Alec’s full name delights him just as much as the little shudder Alexander makes against him. “Come along, lovely. I’ll have your company beside me, you’ve played with others long enough.”

And Magnus is pleased when Alexander doesn’t even consider protesting.

Few people have so little self-preservation to argue, but Magnus can’t be sure.

Alexander did sign up for a cage fight.

Magnus finds his lack of self-care a bit concerning. 

But it also means Magnus now gets to place his palms on Alexander’s naked skin and guide him over and down, so he’s sitting next to Magnus.

He’s polite and pretty and still bound by magic and Magnus is tempted to leave the magic on him, but they have only just met and Magnus doesn’t mind the long game.

So he calls the magic back to himself with a sigh and reminds himself to go slow. 

“Can I grab my shirt?” Alexander asks, a grimace on his face as his runes appear. He has a small ring with a glamour tied to it in his hand that he’s just taken off and he’s rubbing at where a deflect rune is fetchingly placed on his neck.

Magnus wants to bite it.

And destroy the ring that tried to hide it. 

“No need.” Magnus says because he has magic and Alexander is correct, he should not be so fetchingly handsome, beat up and half-naked for all of the spectators to see.

They should be focusing on the next match, but Magnus doubts all of the crowd has the self-control to not be too nosey.

Magnus already regrets having to share the view as much as he has and he summons one of his own workout vests. It settles nicely on Alexander and he inhales, pupils dilating like he realizes and likes the idea of wearing something of Magnus’. 

He definitely has the potential to be Magnus then.

And then Alexander lets Magnus slide closer, lets Magnus press his own glass to his lips and drinks when coaxed to.

And Magnus is thrilled. 

Thrilled and delighted and quite pleased with how his evening is turning out.

“Let me take you home.” Magnus says, but it’s not really a question and patience has never been his strong suit when it comes to what he wants.

And he finds he desperately wants Alexander.

The avarice he feels for his boy is the kind that would make his father proud. 

A bone-deep lust for every single moment of Alexander’s life to be Magnus’. 

It’s thrilling by how much of a thrall he is in and while Magnus knows he’s not been enchanted or bewitched, he still feels like it.

So when Alexander agrees, curious about Magnus and uncomfortable with the looks they are getting, Magnus summons a portal.

He makes no explanation or goodbyes, just pulls Alexander through the portal and steps out, his hand on the small of Alexander’s well muscled back.

His fingers clench covetously as he remembers others got to touch Alexander, even if it was in violence. 

“Now—“Magnus says as soon as they are in his lair and Alexander’s attention is focused only on him. “How about a drink?”

—

“What to do with you darling.” Magnus murmurs as he watches his unconscious guest with a surprising depth of fondness.

Alexander managed two drinks and then his pretty eyes had fluttered and his head had lolled and now Magnus had a lapful of dozing shadowhunter.

Nineteen, he’d told Magnus, but Magnus traces faint lines and scars and marvels at the fact that Alexander's life speaks to a very different age.

There’s no softness to be found on him.

He’s pure muscle and lean lines and he’s solid. In the strange weightless yet heavy way nephilim bodies share.

And Magnus pets over the bridge of his nose and the little cut over the corner of his eye and wonders.

Magnus has had his own fair share of interests.

However they’re passing and fleeting and while at times they can be fierce, Magnus knows they are mostly formed from whimsy.

Alexander is not whimsy.

He is the very soul of want.

A deep vein of mithril that Magnus is recklessly willing to mine for himself. A mountain of platinum that belongs only to him and the lust he feels for the being in his lap is that of a dragon ravenous for its hoard.

The tangle of feelings that Magnus already possesses for Alexander are growing in a dark tangle of thorns.  If Alexander were only a little older and a little more jaded,  Magnus wouldn’t be so gentle.

As it is, Alexander hasn’t been broken yet and Magnus will ensure he remains that way. 

There’s a softness to him, a shy tenderness that bloomed when Magnus killed the seelie and healed him.

A naive trust that formed when Magnus clothed him in his own shirt and fed him from his own glass.

It’s fragile and tenuous and the most delicate thing Magnus has ever allowed himself to touch.

And Magnus prides himself that even with all the destruction he can bring, he also has an incredibly delicate touch when required. 

He can lay mile wide arrays with spider-fine lines of magic and weave tapestries of time from the boundaries of existence.

Yet Alexander’s trust seems so much more fragile.

So Magnus will do what he hasn’t forced himself to do in centuries.

He’ll be patient.

And he’ll play the long game.  

And so Magnus stays on the couch, even though he wants to take Alexander to Magnus’ bed and wrap around him. 

Instead, Magnus keeps his touches soft and confined to Alexander’s hair and the planes of his sleep-soft face until he wakes.

“There you are, pretty boy.” Magnus murmurs when Alec’s lashes flutter and he can’t help the way his greedy fingers curl tighter into Alexander's hair.

He wants to take, so very badly and Magnus hasn’t been denied anything in a very long time and to deny himself is an even greater restraint. 

But if he wants to ensure he won’t lose Alexander’s adoration and trust, then he needs to be patient. 

Alexander looks stunned and lost in the soft light of morning. His face is exhausted, smudged with deep bruises under his eyes that Magnus aches to wipe away with his magic.

“It’s still downtime for the shadowworld.” Magnus assures him, “it’s only just past daybreak. You still have hours till dusk.” 

And Alexander relaxes back into Magnus with a little relieved sigh before he realizes what he’s done and blushes.

Magnus wants to coo, but he savagely bites his own tongue and just hums as he runs his fingers through fluffy, dark locks.

Magnus hasn’t been gentle in a very long time.

He hasn’t wanted or needed to be. 

So now, working on it, on being as soft as possible, is probably the worst self-inflicted trial he’s ever pushed himself to do.

Yet even now, it's worth the reward he’s gained.

[a-bucket-of-trash]

The Sound of the Love- Kelvin x Neutral Reader – One shot

Prompt: You are too used to talk with yourself thinking Kelvin can’t hear you… Unles…

Tag: Fluff and Smut but not explicit.

All summer had happened on that island in the middle of nowhere and now the cool air was making itself felt, the soft wind purring in the trees dyed red and gold. It was a beautiful landscape, if it weren't for the randomly screaming of the cannibals. But you were determined to cleanse the island of those beings. You did not believe in a possible rescue, especially since some abandoned buildings seemed to have been disused for at least a year. So you were going to make that island YOUR island. If you two were rescued, fine, and if not, it didn't matter. You were going to make sure that YOUR Kelvin, that soldier who followed you everywhere, could finally rest and lower his guard, no matter what.

He should rest, he had to rest, but he was too stubborn. Convincing him to stay safe was difficult, as difficult as convincing him to stop carrying logs in pairs, or to stop guarding cave entrances when you explored them, or to stop getting into your fights with cannibals so that they would deflect the attacks at him as well. Kelvin seemed to have an urgency to prove that he wasn't useless, even though he was deaf and brain-damaged.

You were thinking about that, standing on one of the paths, with the soldier at your side. You heard him approach you, make the “deer” sign, and aim into the distant bushes. He had extremely sharp eyesight and he saw danger or prey a hundred times better than you, you only saw plants.

Agilely you took your bow and aimed, even without knowing exactly where the animal was. Kelvin stuck close to you, from behind, watching, slightly adjusting the angle of your arm and patting your side when he figured you were in line of fire. You let go, seeing the arrow fly silently and you heard the dull sound of something falling to the ground, so you ran to finish off the animal. He smiled, raising his thumb up, to which you replied in kind. You know that, if it weren't for his hands shaking too much, he alone, with a bow, could kill twice as many enemies and animals.

You both returned to the base you had built, a relatively safe area next to a river, with the simple wooden shelter that was beginning to spread under the idea that it would eventually be a cabin. You stayed near the river, dissecting the deer, removing everything that could be useful. Luckily you had grown up on a farm, you had learned, at a very young age, how to process cattle. Sitting next to you, Kelvin, watching what you were doing.

"You calm down, my big boy, today you will eat well" You murmured.

You had that habit of talking to him when he didn't see you, even though he couldn't hear you. That not only kept you a little sane, but it helped you remember that he wasn't a machine or a dog. Besides, you liked to do it, you often told him how attractive he was or how much you had fallen in love with him, things you could never say looking into his eyes.

And the fall wore on with the weeks, everything was turning more red and brown, and Kelvin had undergone some remarkable changes. His hands seemed to gradually stabilize, his dizziness subsided, and he seemed much more awake and aware, as if his brain was returning to its old self, allowing him to be more proactive, more independent, and able to make important decisions for himself, at least until he passed out of the blue, to spend a whole week flying in fever, barely waking up. You forced him to stay still, while you tried to cool him down and keep him hydrated, hour after hour, staying by his side, day after night. You were terrified at the idea that his internal injury would get worse, that he wouldn't wake up anymore, that your partner would die there.

Luckily his fever was coming down, but you weren't going to let him get up, not until his head was cool, not until you were a thousand times sure he was okay.

That afternoon he watched you enter the pseudo-cabin, tired after annihilating the cannibals that had approached upon noticing the abrupt tranquility of the area. You left your ax near the bed and sat down heavily on a box that you used as a seat, near him, sighing, recovering, giving him the “Ok” signs to keep him calm.

You took off your gloves and gently reached out to touch his forehead and cheeks, feeling him healthily warm. He hadn't had a fever for a couple of days, but even so, you didn't want him to get out of there, you desperately needed him to be safe.

Kelvin gave you the "Ok" gesture and tried to get up, but you pushed him gently, leaving him sitting in his place, to which he looked at you, confused. You knew he was looking for an explanation, but you didn't have a way to tell him what was going through your mind, there wasn't enough paper on the island for that.

You sighed, sitting back on the edge of the bed, looking away from him, but leaving one of your hands in his hair, stroking him. “God, I wish I knew how I could explain it to you… But… It's just… Can't you stay still, you big clumsy? I don't want anything to happen to you… Okay? What happened to you burns in my soul, and what could happen to you burns even more... Just stay here, safe... Stop trying to prove to me that you're useful, silly, I know you're useful, but it's just that... Wait a bit more, wait until I clean this damn island of those stupid bone suckers, okay? As soon as I kill everything that could harm you, you can walk in peace, honey... I promise I will, so you'll have a more relaxed life, a nice cabin just for you. I promise my love. But for now, just get well, I couldn't survive without you by my side… I love you… I need you…”

Another of your constant sighs came out of your mouth, when you were going to get up to get the notepad. Kelvin grabbed your arm and pulled firmly, to lie down completely, taking you with him, resting you on his chest. Somewhat shocked by his reaction, you heard him laugh softly, hugging you tightly. Your eyes locked on him, seeing him smile, his warm brown eyes meeting yours.

"I can... hear..." He said, smiling, his voice raspy after months of non-use.

"What? What!?" You smiled widely, feeling your heart skip a beat and bathe in warmth “Really? Can you hear me!?"

"A little" He nodded, laughing more "Don't yell..."

"I'm sorry" You laughed with wet eyes, excited "God... I'm so happy for you... Kelvin... Finally..."

“I heard a… plop…” He smiled wider “A little before… you came back…”

"That's great!" Your smile faded momentarily when you remembered what you had said a few minutes ago, thinking that he didn't hear you. "O-oh... OH..." Your face turned completely red.

"Mhm" Kelvin nodded softly, looking at you with more tenderness than you'd ever seen in him, while he held you firmly. "Love you... too..." He whispered, his eyes wandering over your face "For... a long time..."

You didn't give a shit for how long ago. You held his cheeks to kiss him hard, listening to him laugh softly for a moment, before kissing you with more impetus than you expected, as if he were carrying the desire in his heart, for months.

From there everything went to majors, and not long after, a good scandal could be heard from that part of the island, and whose origin was not exactly cannibal.

The sun was going down and you were still curled up next to him, skin to skin, your chin on his chest, looking at him, your mind and body relaxed, feeling one of his hands wander absently up your back.

"Excuse me, you told me not to yell" You murmured, rubbing his waist "I did my best, but, well... You didn't give me many options, Kelvin..."

The soldier laughed widely, denying, to hug you even more, resting his face against your head, taking a long breath. "You make me... very happy..." He gently kissed your hair "Let me take care of you... We are two... We are... A team... Don't leave me behind, I don't like being left behind..." He squeezed you.

"Okay" You smiled, rubbing your face affectionately against his "But don't worry, I'll decapitate anything that comes near you"

"I love your overprotective violence" He purred, running his hands down your back "When you dismember cannibals... Well... I get a little... you know..."

"Kelvin!" You laughed, patting his arm lightly.

“Why do you think…they hit me?” He smiled "I get distracted looking at you..."

You were still laughing a little, when he looked for your mouth to kiss you, ready to do a different type of "manual work".

[nelliebachesneg]

S13 Alternate Ending Headcanons, Because What TF Did Epsilon Mean, Exactly, By "Deconstruct Myself"?

Ok so I’ve had this idea spinning in the back of my brain since, what, 2016? But when Epsilon died, he said “the fragments I’ll leave behind” would get the Reds and Blues through the fight, and then there’s a flash where it seems like each of Epsilon’s fragments corresponds to one of the Reds and Blues. So my thought at the time - and on-and-off again since - was that Epsilon gave a fragment of himself to each of the Reds and Blues to help them win the fight. Then when the fight was over, each of their suits would have had a piece of Epsilon. These pieces would have been fragments of a fragment, though, so they wouldn't have had an interface like Epsilon did; they would have just been really finicky, specialized, supposedly helpful computer programs that would sometimes do things that were more funny/annoying than helpful. These programs would have activated after the fight. List below.

Church's messages, then, would be him explaining what the programs do and why he gave them to each of his friends (as well as saying his last goodbyes). He would also convince his friends not to put him back together again because the time they figured out how to do it and/or got the equipment for it, his fragments would have developed too much on their own to fit nicely back together - and even if something did come back it would not be the Epsilon they knew before.

Now I don't want to get into a debate over whether or not this could even be canon because tbh I couldn't care less, but I am curious to know if anyone has a different take on what kind of program Church would give each of the characters. Is there an aspect of someone's character I missed? Are there things a sci-fi-bullshit AI can or can't do that I'm forgetting about? Does the theme of each program make sense?

So yeah, let me know in the notes if you've got the time!

(Btw which character gets what fragment is based mostly on positioning in that scene at the end of S13, as well as headcanons from the amazing fanfic Mind over Matter by kineticallyanywhere on Ao3.)

Grif: Omega. 

The theme: Take control of your life or someone else will. If you let that go far enough, you won’t like how it turns out - but also remember that a little help isn’t a bad thing. 

The program: literally controls every aspect of Grif’s life inside his suit in the exact way he hates - i.e. organizing his saved files in a way that makes it impossible to find what he wants, setting alarms that wake him up just as he's falling asleep, constantly reminding him to exercise, making his suit heavier and heavier the closer he gets to the mess hall, randomly contacting Matthews and Sarge, etc. The program can also jump from the suit into the surrounding wireless network, specifically cameras and radios, to keep an eye on him when he’s out of the suit. The program can report his behavior (in increasing order of severity) to Sarge, Wash, and/or Carolina if it feels like it. Simmons and Carolina have the manual override code in case of emergencies, though; the program isn’t smart enough to distinguish between a firefight and Sarge being a jackass. (It’s a spoken code word. No it’s not “code word”.) I'd like to think that a lot of how the suit messes with Grif has to do with Simmons because what is an RvB headcanon without Grimmons. The thing is, all of the things the program does are reversible if Grif just takes the time to go into his suit's settings and do that. If he makes the effort enough times, the program will cease.

Simmons: Sigma. 

The theme: Loosen up. Realize there’s more to life than seeking the approval of others - but also don’t disregard others completely. 

The program: Listens in on orders from Sarge, Kimball, Carolina, and Wash. If it determines the order to be bullshit, it cuts the call and immediately radios Grif or Donut instead. It also prompts Simmons at multiple random points throughout the day with the question, “What do you want to do?” and “Why?” If Simmons inputs with a satisfactory answer, spoken or written, the program will generate suggestions for how to accomplish that task. Its programming also allows it to respond to Simmons’s anxieties, though if it gets fed up enough it will call Grif or Donut because Church could only take so much of that. It is able to sync with Simmons's robot parts to keep an eye on him, much like it does with Grif. Also like Grif's program, it will cease once it sees an improved pattern of behavior.

Sarge: Delta. 

The theme: Creativity needs to be tempered with logic. Sometimes you need reality check - but don’t let that discourage you from trying new things. 

The program: In a way, the antithesis to Simmons’s. If Sarge starts muttering about a hare-brained scheme, e.g. fighting gravity, the program will annoy him into sharing the details. It will then either give him a list of reasons why that’s absurd and challenge him to justify his reasoning, calling (in order of severity) Grif, Simmons, Wash, or Carolina if it can’t talk him out of it - or it will help him pull it off, because this is a Church program, and Church would absolutely want to help Sarge mess with the rest of the guys. As a result this program has a lot of Church’s residual personality programming in order to make those judgment calls, which kind of forces Sarge to bond with Caboose and thus has the added bonus of helping Sarge further overcome the ‘Red vs Blue’ mentality. This program's reach does not extend outside of Sarge's armor.

Tucker: Epsilon

The theme: Losing people does not make you a bad leader, nor does it make you a bad person. Don’t obsess over your grief and failures. Take the time to feel it, of course, but then move on knowing that sacrifices are made out of love and faith.

The program: Helps Tucker keep track of Caboose, mostly. It may sound weird but I am literally thinking about the “you need something to take care of” thing from the first John Wick movie. Tucker doesn’t have a “chat” feature like Simmons and Sarge do, since the goal is to move on, but the program does automatically connect him to Wash when he meets a certain set of concerning criteria because Wash gets it. The program will also alert Carolina and/or Wash whenever he steps out of line, as a kind of revenge for all the times Tucker called Church out - and should the fallout be entertaining enough it will be broadcast to everyone on Chorus. No one's reactions to such broadcasts are inherently hostile, showing Tucker that he doesn’t have to worry about too much judgment from others for his flaws. (Side note, the program cannot run the Meta’s suit - at least not while running any extra equipment.)

Caboose: Eta and Iota

The theme: “No matter how many friends you do lose, you can always make more.” Just. Just watch “Caboose’s Guide To Making Friends” again (and try not to cry, again). 

The programs: Yes, Caboose gets two, and yes, it’s because Church cares about Caboose and actually wants to show it this time. The remnant of Eta is specifically for communication, particularly with Wash and Tucker’s programs so that it can help Tucker help Caboose and help Wash keep track of his team, but it also makes sure that every single one of Caboose’s friends can know where he is at all times. Meanwhile, the remnant of Iota is essentially an outreach program for Caboose. It connects him to Sarge, Donut, and Dr. Emily Grey, helping Caboose make more friends - and yes I am talking about robots, but also potentially squishy people too - through an appointment calendar, “google translate”, and a step-by-step manual for creating safe robots. Both programs work together to alert everyone when Caboose encounters something potentially dangerous that he will inevitably also befriend; between the two of them is an entire database of criminals, dangerous flora and fauna across the galaxy, and other hazards. That way they can hopefully identify whatever Caboose has decided is the next member of the family.

Lopez: Doesn’t actually get a program, but he absolutely gets a full software upgrade before Epsilon deconstructs and the ability to mess with everyone else's programs (to a point). This includes the ability to speak English though I feel like Lopez would more likely have the language in everyone's suits change to Spanish in an attempt to make them learn it because he's stubborn like that.

The theme: Lopez is his own person and deserves to be appreciated and understood.

Doc / O'Malley: Also doesn't get a program, but Epsilon does make it so everything done in Doc / O'Malley’s suit is automatically and unstoppably recorded. That way, when either personality blacks out (assuming that happens) then they can see what the other one did. He also downloads several actual medical textbooks, including the DSM5, into Doc / O'Malley's suit. 

The theme: Knowing yourself in both body and mind is important, because you are important. I imagine this is also Epsilon's way of saying sorry for what happened the last time an AI was in Doc's head; though it wasn’t Epsilon’s fault, he would still try to alleviate some of the consequences of that because he gets it.

Donut: Gamma. 

The theme: Sometimes you need your jokes repeated back to you. It is important to understand how others see you and how your words affect them so that you can help both them and yourself grow - but don’t deny who you are in the name of that growth.

The program: Essentially a journaling program, somewhat customizable and with the ability to convert physical journal pages into a digital format through the camera. The program also analyzes the journal entries for double entendres, highlighting them and explaining the meaning. It will also record Donut’s conversations and do the same thing with his spoken words, playing the recording back when Donut is alone. Thus Donut learns exactly what he's saying. Donut can then use the program to double check either written or spoken words, because the program can simulate the reactions of the Reds and Blues to Donut’s words, effectively giving Donut the tools to be the master of communication between everyone (read: everyone’s unofficial therapist) should he choose to be so. It also tracks online deals for wine, cheese, nail polish, and every other material comfort Donut likes so that he can more easily take care of himself, too. 

Wash: Theta. 

The theme: Trust that you are, in fact, a badass both despite and because of what you've been through - but also a human who deserves all the love in the world both despite and because of what you’ve been through. 

The program: Lets Wash be in contact with the Reds and Blues (including Carolina) at all times. It’s like a marauder’s map that lets him always see where they are and contact them if he wants, and it works across planets and solar systems so long as nothing is actively jamming it. Epsilon wants Wash to never be without a family again. However, Epsilon gives him a choice of whether or not he wants this program, because Wash never really had a choice about Church before. The choice is his real last gift to him. (And of course because Wash has already forgiven Epsilon for everything, he wants to be able to use the program, but it still takes a bit for him to get to a place where he feels like he can, but it feels like an opportunity to make amends that they really didn’t get while Epsilon was alive, and this is Epsilon’s way of saying sorry and also that he cares about Wash, and Wash cared about Epsilon so he actively tries to overcome that barrier of letting a fragment of a fragment of an AI into not even his brain but his suit, and UGH MY HEART I’M GONNA CRY--)

Carolina: She doesn't get a program, because Church has always believed that she doesn’t need an AI - or even just a program from one. To give her one would imply she’s not self-sufficient, and Church would never dare disrespect her like that.

The theme: Carolina is awesome by herself, and she deserves to give herself permission to be part of a family (the Reds and Blues). Church gives her a really nice message telling her all that.

[soulsam]

hello and happy wincest wednesday! supernatural canon is incredibly undecided on this matter, so i want to know YOUR headcanons for what language(s) sam and dean have studied! do you think they have overlap anywhere, or would they divide and conquer? 🤔 i think about this so often, so i want to know other people's opinions too :)

(@incesthemes)

omg hi ciel!!!!! thank you so much for the ask :D

honestly this is a super interesting question...but one that I probably don't have a great answer for? it's not something I've really thought about before! :o

let me think...we know that sam has some knowledge of spanish (source: 5x05 fallen idols) and latin (no single definitive source for this but he often is able to translate latin words or phrases on the fly), as well as sign language (we see him use it with eileen multiple times). he also knows at least un petit peu de français (source: 13x12 various & sundry villains) although to be fair that was only a couple words that he could've easily picked up just from existing in the world.

in my opinion, the languages he's actually studied in some capacity are spanish, latin, and asl, although I don't think he's anywhere near fluent in any of them. they're all very practical choices, of course. buuuuut...I also really really love the headcanon that he learned (had to learn) enochian while he was in the cage. I don't remember if there's any canon evidence for this, but even if there isn't, it's just so juicy that it has been cemented in my brain.

dean, on the other hand...I honestly doubt he's actually studied any foreign languages at length. a good percentage of american high schools have a language requirement, but we also know that dean has a GED (and a give 'em hell attitude), so it's possible he could've skirted around that entirely. actually though I do think he's taken at least a year of spanish, enough to learn how to pronounce things, because when he speaks latin it comes out sounding like spanish instead (thank you jensen, it makes me laugh every time). other than that, though, I think he mostly just picks up the odd word or two from books or tv or movies (I have to imagine that at some point, like many routine hentai watchers, he just absorbed the meaning of words like itai and iku). it's pretty much impossible for him not to have learned some latin over the years as well but I don't think he ever sat himself down and was like okay I'm gonna learn latin.

also, when the two of them randomly run across foreign phrases, I think usually dean will look to sam to translate or sam will just offer up his knowledge without really being prompted. it happens more in late seasons iirc and could be related to the way they dumbed dean way down toward the end of the show but I do also like the headcanon that dean never really bothered to learn other languages because "that's sammy's thing and he's good at it." he's the designated research boy after all, not dean.

damn, now you've really got me thinking about this too!!! it's a super interesting topic to consider, honestly. it's very possible that sam's got some knowledge of more languages than the ones I pointed out and he just never got the chance to use them, and it's possible that dean knows more than he lets on and just likes when sam shows off (I honestly think that that's why he plays dumb sometimes). I don't think even the writers know whether any of that is true. I don't know if kripke knows, lol. it's a lot of fun to speculate on though!!!

[e1ectrostatic]

30 Day Fictionkind Challenge Day 14

Q: What are shifts like?

A: Before I begin, I'm strictly speaking about my personal experience here, and in no way does this post serve as a universal definition. Think of this like a diary entry, not an encyclopedia entry.

Anyway, what they're like can vary wildly based on several factors. Two big ones are the kintype in question, and what prompted the shift. Generally though, a shift almost always comes with strong feelings attached, and in its own way, each shift feels like coming home.

Because this blog is for discussing my identity as Luca, I'll focus on that kintype. However, it's a bit hard for me to describe, because more often than not I'm in a Luca shift. I consider it more of a "default" state of being, for lack of a better term.

Anyway, how a Luca shift feels depends on what prompted it. In my personal experience, kinshifts are always prompted by something, and never come randomly.

Most of the time, shifts are prompted by music. Sometimes it's music that resonates with me lyrically — the words metaphorically "bring me back" to my source. Other times, it resonates with me melodically. The sound scratches my brain in a "Luca" way, and/or is a song I would've liked in-source. Sometimes, both the lyrics and the melody take me back.

Other common triggers include (but aren't limited to):

Lore drops (particularly about my backstory or time at the manor)

Any other official drops that I consider relevant to me

Fanart that aligns with my memories/noemata or otherwise touches me in some way

Analysis of my source that aligns with my own perception, or that prompts new introspection

Unrelated creative works that resonate with me from a Luca perspective

Random posts/memes on the internet I find relatable or that cater to my sense of humor

A common denominator among all of these potential triggers is that they are all callbacks to my memories and noemata. For example, my birthday reveal prompted a Luca shift, because it affirmed my suspicions about what my interests, likes, and dislikes were.

Another example of something that has happened to me several times is finding a song that reminds me of someone important to me, so I ruminate on my feelings and memories about that person, which prompts a Luca shift.

A final example I'll give is coming across a post on my dash that I feel captures my "essence" as Luca, so I sit and think about it and any specific memories or noemata it may have reminded me of. Or maybe I just find it relatable (or funny!) without necessarily being reminded of specific aspects of my source. Both cases can prompt a shift.

My response to the shift and how it feels depends on how I feel about the memories and stuff attached to it (positively or negatively). Generally speaking, whether my feelings are positive or negative, I'll probably feel pretty intensely going into it regardless, and spend the next while dwelling on it.

My negative memories/noemata associated with this kintype hold a lot of resentment and anger, so those are the most common emotions I feel during a shift prompted by stuff like that. I may also feel sadness for what I've lost or what I've been through. Or, I can feel frustration at what I didn't know then and don't know now. Feelings like hate, obsession, and grief are no strangers during these shifts.

Shifts fueled by negative emotions can feel like a stab in the chest, or sometimes it can get especially bad and feel like I'm burning from the inside. Either way, I like to make use of outlets so I'm not just stewing in it. Music is my main outlet, but I may also draw, write, or talk it out if I feel up for it. Redirecting my focus to something else entirely also helps.

From the outside, I might appear withdrawn and low-energy so as to not needlessly dump my problems on others, or misdirect my feelings. If it's nothing too serious though, I probably don't seem any different. Just preoccupied at worst.

My positive memories/noemata associated with this kintype...can honestly be few and far between (having a horror source is great /sarcasm). But, they still exist, and can still prompt shifts just like negative noemata can. Most of the time, shifts prompted by positive emotions are fueled by my love for the people I was close to in my canon (or even just amicable acquaintances with). There's not a lot about this source I can be wholeheartedly happy about outside of my cherished interpersonal relationships, so I can't think of any examples of purely positive shifts off the top of my head that don't revolve around my friends and peers. Maybe I'll come back and try to think of some sometime.

Shifts fueled by positive emotions can feel like a flower blossoming in my chest; it feels full, yet ticklish, like the petals are gently brushing against my flesh. It's comparable to the feeling you get when you're about to laugh. It can also feel like a spurt of energy too big to let out all at once, or simply a tranquil, warm fondness. Usually, I don't feel the need to make use of any outlets, and prefer to sit and enjoy the feeling. If I do use any outlets, though, they're the same ones I use to process negative emotions.

From the outside, I have no idea whether or not being preoccupied with positive noemata affects my behavior. I imagine I don't act differently, but if I do, it can't be anything bad. Perhaps the worst that can happen is that I become a bit more chatty.

Then, there's the grey area between positive and negative: nostalgia. It fits there perfectly, like a puzzle piece linking the two together. Nostalgia is a very common trigger for kinshifts for me, and feels like a potent mix of both pleasant and sour emotions. There's no way for me to describe it concisely. It's deserving of its own post, honestly.

I guess it's just a mix of the positive and negative, period. I feel nostalgia when something reminds me of or when I think about the places, people, and things I loved in my canon. Things I took pride in, as well. It's bittersweet, because while the love I hold is still just as strong today, the key difference between then and now is that what I love doesn't exist in this world. Not to mention the things I loved and lost in my canon, not just the things I lost when I began the life I live now.

Both kin and non-kin alike are familiar with nostalgia, so it feels redundant to explain or describe, but for the sake of consistency and archiving my thoughts I'll do it anyway. Shifts brought about by nostalgia feel like something twisting and wrenching in my chest. Like an itch that can never be scratched, or reaching for something that feels so close, but never so much as brushes against your hand. It's a love for something that no longer exists how I knew it. It's either forever altered, or gone altogether.

Nothing stays in perfect stasis for eternity, as much as I like to deny it. Places and times changing and ceasing to exist altogether are inevitable, so it's inevitable that your love will change, too. Don't get me wrong, it brings me great joy to reflect on the things I love, but the longing comes with the love. It's a package deal.

I suppose that's all I can say on the subject for now. I'll ruminate on this a bit more, and see what else I can write about the subject in the future. Hopefully this is coherent to anyone other than me, and isn't too redundant/repetitive.

Honestly, I went on much longer than I expected to. I thought I'd be in and out, but ended up rambling a bunch. It almost made me give up altogether with how long it dragged out for, but I powered through! If you read this long, thank you for taking the time to listen, and if you wish to share your own experience or want to ask me questions, my notes and inbox are always open. Take care!

[anxiouslyfred]

Fleer

Summary: On a day hanging out in town, Janus Remus and Virgil get harrassed by the same person multiple times. Eventually Janus decides to give them some new thoughts.

Authors Notes: The prompt I wrote myself for today was "Janus needs to fleer in a story, and leave with a geck too" According to An Emotion Dictionary a Fleer is "To mock; to smile snidely" and to geck is "to scoff: to flounce off" I did what I could to describe the action enough to be understood while writing but guessed actually including them in my notes would be helpful.

Warnings: Homophobia and Harrassment

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Speaking their mind was normal to Janus. They would do so at will, quite randomly, and usually do their best to ensure nobody around them knew if it was their true opinion or one echoed in order to gain something.

Today Janus didn't mind if their friends understood what they truly meant. What they cared about was if the asshole who'd kept running into them, insulting and threatening them felt insulted.

He'd started the first time they passed, noticing the rainbow sash that Remus had insisted on wearing, yelling a slur, but nothing more as their group headed into a shop. Janus hadn't cared then; Remus was laughing it off, and saying that he'd pass the compliments on to his brother when Roman demanded the sash was returned.

Then, after Virgil had caught up to them and insisted on dragging them into the music store; the jerk was there again. He'd followed them around the store, loudly declaring that he'd never listen to gay bands, and was making a list of who to avoid.

Remus had responded by that, going around the store to get all the most popular artists latest CD's, following the nods Janus made whenever the guy muttered about some specific artist would never support or be liked by the gays. They were fairly sure the guy would have to completely change his music taste if he really were to stop listening to every artist Remus brought a CD of that day, also that the likelihood of the card Remus was using to pay actually being his was lower than 0%.

After that shop they'd deliberately waited until the git had left and headed in the opposite direction, now without any distinct goals for their afternoon in mind they could go wherever they wanted.

Unfortunately, apparently the same angry moron turned up when they decided to indulge in some of histories horrors at the museum, and this time Janus had had enough.

“Yeah, come to hear about how dead you all should be.” The guy yelled over at them as soon as they moved into the art gallery that had been there for years, just rearranged over the time.

Janus fleered, back straightened, and eyes judging. “Actually we're learning about how much better the world is because of trans people. Perhaps you could do with paying attention to the exhibits here.” They stated, gesturing vaguely to the room before this.

“Yeah right. You a blight on humanity-” The guy attempted to counter, but they didn't let him.

“Who are part of the community responsible for computers as they are today. Completely responsible for numerous works of classic literature, and indubitably better citizens than a hate-filled, useless, layabout who hasn't done anything with this day and doubtless many more beyond criticising strangers.” The sneer widened on their face, and a glance at Virgil made them realise how empty their gaze must be. He always stepped further back if their gaze was too harsh.

The asshole was gaping, clearly trying to formulate another insult. “Don't stress yourself. I know you only have slurs in that brain of yours, nothing original worth hearing at all. Now we've got to carry on to learn about the queer influences on Theatre. I've heard there's some unmissable revelations about Shakespeare in the exhibit.” They turned with a flounce.

Janus tugged Remus and Virgil off with them. “Honestly, even the harassment nowadays is mediocre.” They mocked.

[carnal-lnstinct]

Since it appears as if you are taking requests, could I please have Broly with a human!reader who sees him in his Legendary Super Saiyan form, only to try to calm him and assure him that they're not scared of him? Please??

you come into my house and choose violence against my heart. I respect that ♥ this probably turned out waaaayyy more dramatic than you must have meant but it's what came to me with this concept. may years of watching lnukaq not let me down! now i can't stop thinking about how broly and inuyasha are alike, like they both basically had subjugation necklaces, temper tantrums, and had one being from their past they cherished until a bad thing traumatized them. I have not known a night of peace since putting that together.

Pairing: Broly (DBS) x Female Human Reader Rating: E ( everyone ) Warning: ( canon-typical violence, established relationship )

The howl that filled the skies caused the lands to quiver below, everything in the surrounding area darkened in contrast to the presence of gold and green power rising over the horizon in a pillar of light. The explosive force erratically tore up the crust of the Earth and knocked you off your balance as it crumbled under your feet, unable to withstand the shockwaves of a stray blast burrowing down and making the ground less stable. You quickly moved from the area, abandoning your car before the ground swallowed you up with it, doing your best to dodge the others falling randomly around you.

The blasts look so familiar and the thought unsettled you to the suspected origins. The Earth had enough fighters capable of this sort of destruction, but none that would actively do so these days. Aside from the God of Destruction himself, there was only one other who carried a power this overwhelming and frightening. Your heart raced as you ran towards the pillar of light, the image alone filling your mind with the worst possible situations the further away it felt with the ground crumbling around you even from here, making your trek more tedious and your heart more anxious. The light vanishes, but the darkness of the surroundings remains. It felt too quiet now, only as you drew closer to the would-be battlefield did the chaotic sounds of a harsh conflict start to find you with flashes of the golden-green and blue guiding you in the right direction. Another frenzied howl echoed across the sky and sent a shiver down your spine when you recognized the voice.

Goku and Broly never trained on Earth before. You don't really know what prompted them to do so today, but even an innocent idea like that couldn't have led to this outcome. You would imagine they would be more careful, but somehow you knew something went very wrong this time. You knew Broly was the one behind this.

You were able to look up in time to catch glimpses of your other warrior friends closing in on the area as well. They flew by without noticing you below and that made you more afraid.

What were they going to do to him? What if they hurt him? All the time he spent with you felt like it was disappearing in your worries, driving you to keep moving in closer, faster. Even in the worst-case scenario your brain could conjure up, you wouldn't let anyone bring him harm. Surely this situation couldn't be intentional, not for the Broly you had gotten to know. All you could do was think of him, worry for him, hoping to get to him in time to help somehow. Whatever a simple human like yourself could do against a power like this, the smart thing to do was to leave this to the others but your heart won't let you. You would only feel more awful for not trying to do something.

It felt like you had been climbing over the debris forever before you could finally see what became of the battlefield. Your eyes could barely track the bodies of light zipping around above, the speed at which the more white and golds were knocked away where the golden-green and blues seemed to run circles around each other until the others returned was inhuman. It appeared they were all trying to overpower him, earthlings, super saiyans, and namekian alike, and they were failing at every turn. As your eyes tried to follow, your feet slowly carried you onward before picking up into a run to become visible. It was then you felt both your arms grabbed and tugged back, forcibly being held back from approaching any further. You look at each side finding the youngest super saiyans Trunks and Goten pulling on each of your arms, informing you of Piccolo and Goku's orders to remove you from this place as it had become too dangerous for even them.

You immediately struggled, attempting to pull yourself free from them and insisting on staying. You were not leaving until you got to talk to Broly about this. It was then a heavy green light warped over everything as far as your eyes could see, condensing into a single ball of energy where Broly hovered in the sky and both boys started to panic at the way the larger saiyan aimed it towards his current downed target, Gohan.

"Broly, stop!" You cried out at the top of your lungs, your voice carried up into the sky. Everyone stilled, even Broly. He peered down over his shoulder where you stood with the two younger saiyans and a low growl rumbled in his throat before he dashed down with the ki blast in hand, ready to fire. Vegeta donning his Super Saiyan Blue attempted to intervene only to be cast off by the awaiting blast, and Goten and Trunks started to pull on you with more force, lifting you from the ground against your will. The powerful momentum of Broly's landing blew you all back however, knocking you all to the ground with the two boys cushioning your fall. You recover quick enough to take in the menacing sight before you, feeling the heat of his power resonating through the distance between you.

It was a shocking display, leaving you stunned in your observation. The imposing size of this man seemed to tower you even with such a gap between you and the angry expression of vacant white eyes was just as terrifying. All bathed in a glow of the golden-green flame around him. "What...happened to you...?" Your voiceless words left your quivering lips. This couldn't be Broly, but your eyes could not deny the prominent scars across his exposed torso nor the distinguishing pelt still tied around his waist. And the scream he let out to the skies with his power building up once again, vibrating the ground until it shattered beneath his feet and the shockwaves darting around you causing you cry out with fear. You tried to shield your face from the increased heat and pressure pushing against you.

You couldn't see what his next move would have been, but you look up in time finding the Blue Goku holding back Broly's large fist and the ground beneath shaking again under their opposing might. Piccolo quickly snatches you by your arm to remove you but is ultimately knocked away by a flung Goku and the two clear a bit of distance. Leaving you standing alone in the wake of the Legendary Super Saiyan. His footsteps rattle the ground as he moved in towards you, heaving with vigor to continue fighting. It appeared to just be you and him until Goten and Trunks jumped in for a final time, both of their powerful fists simultaneously colliding with Broly's face, and yet he did not flinch an inch at their combined effort. He quickly swatted them both with a single swing of his arm, sending them flying off.

"Broly!" You call out to him, his menacing leer snapping back to you with the same savage look he gave the others and you stepped back a little. "I-It's me. It's (y/n)!... Don't you recognize me?" Pushing through all instincts to run away, you tried to calm your breathing and clenched your fists. You forced a smile through your terror and took a step closer to him, stopped only by the sudden growl. "Hey, it's me." You announced more calmly, taking another step closer. "Y-you must be so afraid right now. It's okay." As you raised a cautious hand out to him, you see him bare his teeth. His own fists clench and he expels more power knocking you off your feet and sending you rolling across the ground. The heat of it was unbearable. But you find a means to climb back up to your feet. Catching your breath, you start to walk toward him again.

"I'm not leaving you!" You shout over to him. "I'm...I'm not afraid!" For whatever holding his attention would mean for you, you can't stop trying for him. Behind this monstrous power was someone you cherished tremendously and you couldn't fathom not trying to help him through this with your own strength. "I'm here, Broly! I'm here for you. It's okay." You can't make out the movement of his eyes, but the way his head tilted down as he watched you gave you hope. "Remember, please. This doesn't control you." Finding yourself once again close enough, you lift your hand more slowly reaching out to him. Broly in his rigid posture lifts a foot, taking a step back. The seething look on his face started to recede and the tension of his clenched jaw gave way.

"S-Stay!" The guttural sound of his voice warned you, then pleaded back to you. "Stay...back!" He retreated in a few more steps, but you pursued forward. The fighters around you are astonished by the display, keeping their distance to watch but close enough to jump in to save you if needed. Yet it didn't seem like Broly wanted to hurt you. He's responding to you and he's backing down, something they couldn't get him to do before everything got out of hand.

"I won't." You stated. "Not until... I know you're okay."

Broly's heavy breath hitched with surprise at you. His fists shook in their tight clench before he relaxed his hands. His head lowers, filling his hands with his own hair and face, gripping his head as he growled with pain. His aura fluctuated between sharp and erratic beats and smoother flowing pulses before he shook the earth for a final time dropping to his knees and doubling over. Through the overwhelming power trying to maintain a hold over the reigns of his body, he forces it down with his willpower. To his aid, he feels himself being embraced. Your arms wrapped around his head and pulled into your trembling body. "You can do it, Broly. I know you can." Your sobs fell to his ears as you pressed your face into the wild golden hair. A comforting warmth bloomed in his chest making his heart skip. The power withdrew.

With a deep sigh, his tense muscles relaxed and he seemed to shrink down in your hold to normal size. His hands slipped free of you and collapsed to the ground as he pressed his face alone into your hold. His hair fell back into its natural dark pattern which you quickly took notice of. You pull back a little to see his tired dark eyes looking back up at you. A relieved smile fills your teary face and you fall to your knees as well, pulling his head over your shoulder to embrace him tighter.

"I was so worried for you."

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Eric Coulter #62

(A/N) I think I might have overdone it with this one...I’m sorry? Not really. The prompt was just too cute! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Eric Coulter x Reader

Warnings: lost cat

Tags:

@taina-eny​

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Eric POV

2:53 a.m.

2 fucking 53 a.m. and some maniac was hammering at my door.

With a groan I got up and walked out of my bedroom towards the door. Whoever that was, they better have a good fucking reason to wake me up.

The hammering never stopped and I was surprised that no one else seemed to be woken up by the noise.

I finally reached the door and before I could even open it, I heard the sniffling of the person on the other side. I frowned, already confused by what was going on.

“E-Eric? P-Please open the door. I heard your f-f-footsteps.” Y/N?

I quickly pulled the door open, just to be met with a hug. Y/N, who had been on the other side of my door threw her arms around my waist as soon as she had the chance. I wrapped one arm around her, while the other still held the door open.

I slowly pulled her inside my apartment, so that I could close the door behind her.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” I frowned at the girl. One of the nicest, even to me, people of Dauntless crying at my door. What was going on?

“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s th-three in the m-mo-morning, but I c-can’t find my cat.” She was full on sobbing now.

“Slow down, Y/N. Why do you have a cat? You know pets aren’t allowed in the compound.” She pushed herself away from me.

“That’s beside the point, Eric! Daisy is g-gone! I can’t find her in my apartment, so she must’ve gotten out. She could be in danger!”

I was surprised by her outburst, and I had to admit that she looked adorable. Tears still streaming down her cheeks, with a mean glare in her eyes.

“Okay, okay. I’ll help you. What does she look like?”

“Black.”

“Just black?”

Y/N nodded. That was the moment I noticed what she was wearing. Some shorts and only a tank top. Way too cold for the temperature.

“Wait here for a second.”

I went back to my bedroom and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater she could pull on. When I returned to my living room, she was pacing up and down.

“Here, put this on.” She looked up and her eyes widened at the clothes. A quiet ‘thank you’ escaped her lips before she asked me to turn around put on the pieces I brought her. As soon as she was done with that, she let me know and we made our way out of my apartment.

I first insisted on searching her apartment again, just to be sure that she isn’t there. After turning it upside down, I too was convinced that the cat had indeed left the apartment.

Together, Y/N and I scoured the entire compound, but turned up with no results. Whenever we met someone it was quiet hard to come up with lies about what Y/N and I were doing in the middle of the night. I’m sure that the next morning all of Dauntless would be sure that Y/N and I are dating…

Not that I would mind…

Anyway, in the end, Y/N and I sat down at the Chasm, having no clue about where else to search. We went close to everywhere, at least everywhere we could go without having to explain too much. I was wracking my brain, trying to think of that one place where Y/N’s cat could be. Meanwhile, the girl was quietly sniffling beside me.

“How did you even get Daisy?” Nice, Eric. Good small talk.

“I found her outside the compound, starving and almost frozen to death. It was obvious that I had to take her with me, no way I would just leave her there to die. Bringing her in was surprisingly easy…but keeping her secret…holy shit that was hard.”

“Wait…so that time I heard meowing from your apartment it was an actual cat and not you playing around?” Y/N laughed, a nice change to her crying.

“You actually believed that? Who just meows randomly?” She was still laughing when I heard that same sound I had hear months ago.

Meow…mew?

Y/N hadn’t noticed it yet, but I was already on my feet, trying to find the source. As soon as Y/N saw me she stopped laughing and frowned at my behavior.

Mew!

Y/N’s eyes lit up and she jumped to her feet.

“Daisy! Daisy, where are you?”

Mew…

I followed the sound until I saw a furry black blob one a cliff leading down the Chasm.

“Oh shit…”

Y/N and I just starred at small thing down there, wondering how to get to it. “If you lay flat on your stomach and hold my arm, I should be able to reach her!” Y/N was already crossing the Chasm to get to the other side, and I was following her, but when I heard her suggestion, I stopped.

“Are you crazy?! If I lose my grip, you’ll die! Let’s just talk the officials, we’ll find a way to get her out of there without risking your life.”

“But they will take her away! I won’t let that happen.” She was already taking her pants off when I reached her.

“Y/N, stop for a second and let us think this through. We-”

“No. I will do it with or without your help Eric. I have to get her, okay?” She looked so…sure and strong of herself that I couldn’t resist.

My hands landed on her waist and pulled her close, my lips ghosted right over hers, but I didn’t dare to close the small distance, not wanting to do something that she wouldn’t want. But I didn’t have to wait long for her answer.

Her lips crashed against mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. My hands moved from her waist to her back, and I pulled her as close as possible while our lips moved against each other.

Meow?

Y/N pulled away and looked at the edge. Then she turned back to me.

“Do you trust me?” Reluctantly I nodded. She nodded back, before she quickly pressed her lips against mine. Then she turned serious and pulled away completely.

Both of us took off our sweaters and she quickly tugger her tank top into the hem of her shorts, not that I would have minded the view.

We quickly got ready, me on my stomach, and her already on the edge of the cliff. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded at her, grabbing onto her left arm, so that she could let go with her right.

I slowly lowered her until she was at the right height. Daisy immediately latched on to Y/N and I managed to pull both of them up, but I only let go of the breath I was holding when both of them were back on solid ground.

Y/N and I laid on the floor, panting from all the exhaustion and anxiety, while Daisy moved around between us and purred happily. Both of us looked at the feline in the same moment, causing us to laugh at each other.

We only moved when we started to hear people across the compound. We had no idea what time it was, but it was obvious that people started to wake up.

As quickly and stealthily as possible, we made our way back to our apartments where we had to say goodbye for the moment. A quick kiss and Y/N disappeared in her apartment, cursing Daisy and that she had to tidy up her apartment now. I chuckled while I entered my own apartment.

I could not wait to see my neighbor again.

[sulky-valkyrie]

hi sulky! do you like apple cider? i am mulling a large pot of it for you in my head (figuratively).

trying to come up with a cursed prompt. okay how about fenders AU where sometimes mages just randomly turn into avocados. it's rare, but it's more common and known in tevinter, and so fenris is the only one who understands what's up when it happens to anders.

now fenris, who hates avocados, finds himself reluctantly protecting anders from a bunch of people who want to turn him into guacamole. will love bloom? will hawke find anything else to put on their chips? i don't know; that's why i'm sending this prompt to you!

AVOCADO MADNESS

for @dadrunkwriting and thanks for the excellently absurd crackfic fodder.

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"Think you can take on a mage?  What the sh-"

There were only two Tal-Vashoth left, so Fenris ignored Anders' surprised tone and continued fighting.  The one with the spear had a reach on him that he wasn’t keen to take on directly, so he let Merrill do something unspeakable to that one as he charged at the Saarebas.  She had starting to channel something that made his skin prickle as he reached her, but he barreled through it, wincing as lightning lanced through him, but a quick flare of the lyrium grounded it out, and a swing of his sword lopped her head off.

He sheathed his sword and surveyed the battlefield.  The other qunari was down, bleeding from everywhere, and Hawke was already starting to pick through the corpses for things thst could be sold or repurposed.  Merrill was standing in the end of the path looking at the ground in confusion, and Anders was . . . Nowhere to be seen.  Fenris spun in a slow circle, checking once more.  They weren't near the cliffside, so he couldn’t have fallen off.

"What happened?" He called.

Merrill looked up.  "I don't - he was casting a barrier and then there was sort of pop?"  She pointed at the ground.  "Then . . . that."  As he walked up, he saw a large dark green fruit in the sand between a pair of ragged boots.

Kaffas, why did it always leave the shoes?

It had happened to Danarius once, when he was too brainwashed to take advantage of it and crush him.  The other magisters had taken him away, and he’d spent three days wondering if he was somehow his fault, and if he'd be executed for it.  When he returned, he looked strangely refreshed, if a bit sheepish, swore Fenris to secrecy, and instructed him on how to care for him if it ever happened again.

It hadn't, but he'd been forced to recite it so many times that the process was stamped in his brain.

Of course, the process might be different with a possessed avocado.  "Hawke, bring me some of those torn trousers."

"They're mine, I chopped 'em off fair and square."

Fenris rolled his eyes.  "Fasta Vass, not for me, for the abomination.  He's become an avocado."

Hawke stood up from his looting.  "A fucking what?"

"An avocado."  He pointed at the fruit.  It crackled blue for a moment and quivered.  "We need to wrap him up to prevent bruising."

Merrill produced a scarf from somewhere.  "Will this work? And what's an avocado?  Other than what Anders has turned into?" She frowned.  "I suppose why he turned into one is important too?"

"It's a tropical fruit native to Seheron."  Fenris shuddered.  "I hate them nearly as much as fish."

"And why is our healer a fruit?"  Hawke shouted from another corpse.  There was probably a joke in there, but Fenris refused to rise to the bait.

He shrugged.  "I don't know why it happens, only that it does.  And how to treat it."  He took Merrill’s scarf and wrapped Anders up in it, squeezing gently.  He was nearly rock hard, which was both a blessing and a curse: less chance of damage, but more time to ripen.

"Alright, what do we do?"  Hawke asked as he trotted over and poked Anders through the scarf.

Fenris slapped his hand away.  "First, you don't poke him.  Second, we go back to Kirkwall.  It is unwise to fight without a healer, and I don't want to risk damaging him regardless."

"Could it happen to me too?"  Merrill asked.  "I don't remember any Dalish tales of spontaneous plant shapeshifting, accidental or otherwise."

"Perhaps it only happens to humans, then."  He shook his head.  "I only know of it at all because it happened to Danarius."

☆☆☆

They made it back to Kirkwall with only two more skirmishes.  Hawke took more blows than usual, as Fenris had to put Anders down carefully before diving in, but that only further underscored his point that they needed to get to the relative safety of the city sooner rather than later.  The guards questioned him at length for being a suspicious elf carrying suspicious fruit, and only Hawke’s timely intervention in the form or threatening to tear off their testicles and eat them while they watched allowed them to actually pass.

As they made it through the market, four different sellers tried to buy Anders off of him, offering him increasingly ludicrous sums.  If it hadn't been Anders, he would’ve happily let them bid themselves into oblivion and used the funds to restock the wine cellar.  He gave them increasingly annoyed refusals until the last one actually tried to take him from his hands.  Quick as a snake, his hand shot out, grabbing the man by the inside of his throat.  "This is my An-avocado.  And he-it is not for sale."

The shopkeeper gurgled in fear and pain before Fenris released him and shoved him back, sending him stumbling against his crates.  He swept a baleful glare at the rest of the merchants before turning to hurry the rest of the way to his mansion.

Hawke followed him.  "What do you need?"

Fenris ran down the mental list as he put Anders into a small wooden bowl on the table.  He had the apples and the salt already.  "Butcher paper, lemon, and a lyrium potion."

"Lemon?  You're sure this is to fix him, not eat him?"

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.  "I wouldn't eat an avocado, Anders or not."

Hawke eyed him suspiciously then turned to Anders.  "You, don't go anywhere."  The avocado flashed blue and fell over.  "I'll take that as a yes."

After Hawke left, Fenris grabbed a few apples from the kitchen, then sat down at the table.  "Can you hear me?"

Anders wobbled.

He reached out and patted him gently.  "I know how to fix this, but it will take some time, maybe a week."

He flashed blue for a moment then stilled.

Fenris chuckled faintly.  "Was that wobble a yes?"

Anders wobbled again.  At least they could communicate.

"Can you do anything else?  Something that could mean a no?"

The avocado managed to flip over, quivering faintly, almost like he was breathing hard.  Fenris frowned.  "That looked exhausting.  Anything else?"

Anders didn't move, but somehow managed to look even more pitiful.  He patted him again.  "I shall try to ask only questions you can answer with a yes."

It felt strange to be the one doing the talking.  Anders was the chatterbox of their crew, and while Fenris didn't mind the silence, almost welcomed it, he had a sneaking suspicion Anders was already starting to get stir crazy after only a few hours.

Hawke returned some time later with the requested items, then headed home.  Fenris put two apples in the bowl with him, started to drape the paper over the bowl, then stopped.  "Anders, you can't see, can you?"

He wobbled.

Fenris shuddered.  Sensory deprivation wasn't the most common of punishments in Tevinter, if for no other reason than it was faster and easier to simply beat a slave.  Anders, however, had spent a year alone in the dark.  "Can you feel?  When I do this?"  He traced his fingers across bumpy flesh, feeling somewhat disgusted with himself for potentially taking advantage.

Of an avocado.

Anders wobbled again.

"Does it help?"

Another wobble, this time a bit slower.

He frowned.  "Should I stop?"

Anders didn't move.  Fenris sighed and pulled his hand away.  He might be a fruit, but he was still a person.  As he did, Anders flipped over.  A no.  A no to stopping.

He draped the butcher paper over the bowl, then reached under it to rub his knuckles against him.  It felt ridiculous and awkward, but the whole situation was exactly that.  Varric would deem the whole thing too absurd to even put in one of his terrible romances.  "I'm here."

Anders wobbled slightly under his touch, not necessarily a yes, but maybe a thank you?

He sat there until the mansion was almost too dark to see, even with his elven eyesight.

He sat there until his hand was cramping up and his back was sore.

He sat there until his eyes started to droop from exhaustion.  Should he take him to bed with him?  Best to ask.  "I need to sleep.  Do you want to come sit in bed with me?  It would - I dont think I could leave you in the bowl if I did, and the apples and butcher paper are meant to help you ripen faster."

Anders wobbled almost frantically.

"Even though it may slow fixing this?"

The bowl rattled with the force of his affirmations.

"Very well." He scooped him up and took him to bed.

☆☆☆

When Fenris woke up the next morning, he was on his side, actually cradling Anders in arms.  "Good morning."  He still felt silly talking to an avocado, but it only seemed polite.

He wobbled slowly, somehow managing to convey sleepiness.

He patted Anders gently, hoping he didn't imagine a decrease in firmness. "I'm going to put you back in your bowl and clean up a bit, but I won't be long."

He got another sleepy wobble.

Fenris sped through his morning routine as quickly as possible, then raced back down to the kitchen table.  "I assume you are extremely bored."

Anders sparked blue and rolled over.

Fenris chuckled.  "Is that an extra yes?"

He wobbled again.

Fenris patted him gently.  "Perhaps I could practice my reading?"

They spent the rest of the day reading in the library, with Fenris leaving one hand resting in the bowl and cupping Anders, occasionally squeezing him to check his firmness.  When his throat went dry, he made tea, put Anders in his lap to rub him against his leg and help soften him up further, then he went back in the bowl with the apples as Fenris went back to reading until it was dark.  Then, just as the previous evening, he took to bed.

They spent the next day the same way, but on the third morning, when he rolled over to check, he found Anders soft, almost squishy.

"I think it's time," he whispered.  "Are you ready?"

Anders almost bounced right out of his hand in his enthusiastic jiggling.  Fenris couldn't help smiling as he stroked him.  It had been nice to have the company, even if it was only a sentient fruit.

He skipped washing up and breakfast.  No reason to keep Anders waiting any longer than necessary.  He lit the fire rune in the stove, set a pot of salted water on the stove, cut the lemon, squeezed the juice in, and waited.  When it started to simmer, he poured in the lyrium, sending up a cloud of steam that immediately condensed, creating a very small localized ice storm over the pot.

Even though he'd been hoping for it, it still was still a surprise.  He grabbed a rag, wrapped it around the pot, then poured the sparkling blue lemony concoction into Anders' bowl.

It didn't take long before there was a puff of smoke and air billowed out past him, leaving a very naked and very relieved looking mage sitting half in, half on a bowl.

"You did it," he rasped, voice creaky.

Fenris smiled as his chest loosened up for the first time since Anders had vanished.  "I did."

Anders hopped off the table.  "After I get a bath, but before I go back home, can you finish reading Callipygian Cuirassiers to me?  I'd really like to find out who the princess is actually in love with."

[chiliiscereal]

Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?

...✨Living with the turtles✨

Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles

———

-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD

-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!

-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way

-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas

-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”

-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up

-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing

-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some

-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition

-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?

-you’re their human

-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?

-there you are

-lots of working with splinter in that field

-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation

-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work

-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”

-“compliment you about your work?”

-“well, if you insist.”

-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it

-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping

-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it

-“it’s literally 1 am.”

-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”

-“alright just stop pulling on me!”

-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it

-he’ll try, that’s for sure

-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face

-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help

-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”

-it’s not just Donnie though.

-it’s Mikey as well

-“look at what I drew!”

-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”

-“oh... about an hour?”

-“that’s really good!”

-“really?”

-will even ask you to put it on the fridge

-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work

-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week

-needs lots and lots of hugs

-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride

-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor

-and who could forget Leo

-not you that’s for sure

-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention

-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it

-“for Y/n’s honor!”

-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”

-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”

-jumps out from every corner to scare you

-can never seem to get you to flinch

-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though

-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder

-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump

-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department

-especially with weight lifting

-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”

-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though

-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf

-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way

-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived

-only responsible roommate out of the four

-only one that washes the dishes

-video games all the time

-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games

-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night

-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you

-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no

-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”

-winner gets bragging rights

- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April

-come on, she’s cool as hell!

-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general

-nosey boys

-very very nosey

-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair

-you have a diary?

-expect Leo to go through it in one night

-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?

-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter

-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer

-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows

-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books

-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking

-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space

-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair

-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store

-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay

-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened

-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it

-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up

- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie

-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway

-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks

-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed

-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence

-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him

-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone

-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would

-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join

-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear

-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates

-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them

-school

-school happens

-you have to deny them because of homework

-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting

-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better

-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster

-Raph is simply your company

-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had

-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it

-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him

-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on

-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure

-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring

Sorry this is all I got!

If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!

[hxt1b]

Know Your Type

Jaehyun x Reader 

Requested Prompt 21 "you want me to go out with him" 

Genre: Angst, College AU

Warning: Swearing, Smut 

WC: 2.3k

Masterlist 

Prompt List, for any requests you guys may have. I'm currently taking them again!

A/N: I apologize for the grammatical issues I did read it over but some things may have still slipped through. 

I hope you guys like this, please let me know what you think! Feedback is appreciated. 

"I know what type of guys you like." Jaehyun boasted. You scoffed at him, he most definitely did not. 

"Fine then point at a guy you want me to go out with. Since you know my type so well. If you guess right I'll ask him out." You challenged. It wasn't that Jaehyun didn't know you. He did, he just didn't know who you liked because you couldn't look at him and tell him it was, in fact, him. 

Too many thoughts would go through your head every time you thought about telling him. The fact that he could reject you and then you'd lose a friend was terrifying to you. So you stayed quiet. 

"Him," Jaehyun said and pointed at a boy across the room, he was tucked into the corner an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he tapped away at his phone. 

You knew him, Lucas was a great guy. A great guy with a girlfriend. 

"You want me to go out with him?"  You couldn't help but laugh, your shoulder bumped into his as you did. 

"He has a girlfriend." You said, "Plus he's not the guy I like." Jaehyun froze next to you. 

"You like someone?" 

Suddenly the couch you were sitting on wasn't big enough for the two of you. You didn't realize you'd said that, he'd just been trying to demonstrate your type. 

"No." 

"But you said you did." 

You couldn't reply to that. So you just stared at him as his face lit up. 

"Tell me who." He said his face getting closer to yours. 

"No." You deadpanned, and he frowned. 

"I bet you I can get you to tell if you have enough shots." You narrowed your eyes at his challenge again. Before you let him know that it was game on. 

This was how you and Jaehyun worked. Playful bets placed practically all the time, every little aspect of life was a game, and honestly, you liked it that way. You liked the way he laughed when he won, the dimply smiles that would adorn his face for the rest of the day. You liked the way he pouted when he lost, the complaining that would ensue was also something you wouldn't change. You liked the way he answered your phone and if he missed the call he called back within seconds. You liked that he called you randomly sometimes, a random 'I bet…' followed by something insane would leave his mouth and you'd always play into it. You liked him, everything about him and you loved your friendship. It was hard but you wouldn't ever tell him you liked him. Because you couldn't give him up. 

Jaehyun and you sat in a random room in the house, a huge bottle of vodka in-between you. The bottle was once full, you'd and Jaehyun had drank a considerable amount. 

"So Y/N, who do you like?" Jaehyun asked his words slightly slurred, the effects of the alcohol in full force. You stared at him, taking in the lift of his mouth as he smirked at you, the way his left dimple appeared as he did so. 

You unconsciously were leaning into him. 

"And if I tell you what do I get?" You asked your hand digging into the carpet in between you as your weight settled onto it. 

Jaehyun lowered his head to yours so that his nose was almost brushing yours. 

"You get to know that your best friend in the whole wide world will wingman you." 

"And what if that meant you'd be wing manning me for yourself?" You asked, your voice soft as the words left you. 

Jaehyun looked at you slowly registering the words that left you. Anxiety rolled in your stomach as you watched him blink at you. 

Fuck.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

You knew you shouldn't have told him. 

Jaehyun cleared his throat as leaned away from him. 

"You like me?" He asked, you turned your head away from him. Suddenly all the alcohol in your system was gone. You slowly nodded, not being able to look back at him. 

He cleared his throat again, the silence was drowning you as the discomfort in the room grew. Eventually, Jaehyun pulled his phone out of his pocket. Tapping at his screen a few times as he got up. 

"So I- I just got a text from Jungwoo he needs me." You closed your eyes. 

Fuck vodka. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." 

But you didn't.

You didn't see him for a week. The first day you left him alone, the second day you thought maybe something had happened considering Jungwoo had called him that night. So you texted him, he didn't reply. You texted him again only to be left on read. The third day you tried calling him, that failed as well. You very quickly realized he was ignoring you. 

He came into your shared class on Wednesday followed by Jungwoo, and they sat with you. But Jungwoo sat in the middle and Jaehyun left halfway through the class. You didn't try after that, you didn't know how. 

Your head hurt that day because you couldn't help but cry. You knew you were right not to tell him, you knew you were right about the fact that the moment you told him you'd lose him. 

The opening of your apartment door drew you from your thoughts. Doyoung walked in holding a bag of takeout in his hand. 

"You look like shit." He said as his eyes swept over you. You laughed at his words. 

"Thanks." 

Doyoung set the takeout on the coffee table before heading into your kitchen to grab cutlery. 

"He ignored me in class on Wednesday." You said as you looked down at your hands. Your eyes stinging again. 

"You'd think that he would know how to act like an adult. If he doesn't like you back he doesn't have to cut you off." 

You nodded, but he had. Because that was how Jaehyun was. 

"Every girl I become friends with always ruins it by falling in love with me," Jaehyun grumbled as he sat across from you. 

"Humble." You muttered. 

"I'm not joking like I don't mean it as a prick. I just mean I want someone I can be friends with, without them wanting to suck my dick." You looked at him your eyebrows raising. 

Eventually, you rolled your eyes, a chuckle leaving you. "You want a girl to not want you for sex. How ironic."  

"Listen I sleep with girls," He started. 

"A lot go girls," You interjected  

"But I don't pretend to be their friend." He finished. 

"Such a saint you are Jaehyun." 

You weren't close back then, you grew close though over the year since then. To the point that you were inseparable. Until now. 

"Whatever forget him, let's drown in food," Doyoung said, he didn't make it to the couch before the apartment door was opening again. 

Only two people besides you had a key, one of them was already in the apartment. 

You stared at Jaehyun as he looked at Doyoung. 

"Oh, you're here." He said. 

"Yes, I'm here," Doyoung replied. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have just shown up I guess." He said and retreated out of the apartment. You stared at Doyoung, who let out a loud sigh. 

"Okay fine, go after him. I'm going to start eating though." You nodded as you shot out of your spot on the couch. 

Slipping into a pair of flip flips you charged out the door. The elevator closed as you rounded the corner. So you settled for the stairs. 

You looked crazy, you knew you did. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with stains on it, you weren't wearing any pants you just had on your underwear. Your eyes were swollen from the crying earlier, and your hair was up in a messy bun. Well, half of it was. 

You stopped to breathe as you hit the main floor, your throat hurting from your lack of air. Somewhere in your brain, you were looking at yourself wondering what the fuck you were doing. But at the forefront of your mind was Jaehyun. 

You pushed out the doors seeing him walking to his car. 

"Hey!" You called running down the few steps as he stopped right beside his car. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You asked loudly, as you charged towards him. 

"I-" You cut him off before he could even truly start. 

"No actually, fuck you. You ignored me for a week. Then you chose to show up without a text, let alone a call. So what I told you I liked you and that's it? You forced me to tell you!"  

You were frantic, and angry and needed to yell at him because if you weren't yelling you would cry. You didn't even care if the people sitting in their apartments heard the commotion and looked out. 

Jaehyun stood silently in front of you fiddling with his keys. 

"Am I really that awful, that if I did like you the only option you'd have is; run away?" You asked, finally letting your voice quiet down as your confidence faded. Your brain being hit with the fact that he may have come to grab his things. The few things he'd left around your apartment. Like his hoodie, his many pairs of socks, the t-shirt you were in right now. 

"No," He finally answered. His eyes finally coming up to your face. 

"Then why have you been ignoring me?" You asked, your eyes stinging again as you tried not to cry. 

Jaehyun took a step towards you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him. You let him. 

"I had to think. I needed to think about what you said." He said, his head resting on top of yours. You thought about pushing him away. You thought about storming back into your apartment and leaving him here, but you wanted to be in his arms you couldn't push away. So instead you grabbed his t-shirt tightly and pulled him closer to you. 

"I like you too, Y/N." He spoke softly, "I was just shocked when you said it to me at the party. I didn't know how to react so I ran. I'm so sorry for ignoring you. I know I'm a dick. I know I'll have to make it up to you and I will." 

"You were shocked so you decided that not talking to me was the way to go?" You asked, your voice muffled into his chest. 

"I never said I was smart." He said making you softly giggle. 

"You like me?" You asked turning your head up and looking at him. He nodded down at you. 

"Yes." 

Maybe you were too quick to give in, maybe you weren't. All you knew was that a week's worth of trouble boiled down to a few words and you weren't willing to draw it out any longer. You could talk about it more later if you wanted to right now you just wanted him to hold you. You hadn't seen him for a week and you hated it. 

He pressed his lips to yours gently, cautiously. But you quickly deepened the kiss, letting your tongue move across his bottom lip before letting him push his tongue against yours. 

You moaned softly against him, your arms snaking around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Jaehyun hit the side of the car as you two continued to kiss, his hands moving to your ass and pulling you flush against him. You could feel him hardening between you both. Your hips moving on their own grinding against him. 

His lips left your mouth leaving hot kisses down the side of your jaw. 

"It's cold." You whined as the cold air hit the trail of saliva he was leaving in his wake. Pulling his face away from you he unlocked his car. 

"Doy-" 

"He can wait." He said as he pulled open the back door and ushered you in. He scrambled in after you pulling you onto his lap as he did so. 

"Fuck your so hot." He said. You giggled down at him. 

"I'm in a stained t-shirt." You said as Jaehyun's hands crawled underneath it finding your boobs. You moaned when his cold fingers pinched at your nipples. 

Your hands went to his crotch, palming him through his sweats drawing soft grunts from him. You looked up at his face as he moved his hands to your face bringing your mouth back down to his. 

You pulled his erection out of his sweats bringing him to your clothed core and rubbing the head of his cock against yourself. Jaehyun hissed at your actions, his hand moving to the nape of your neck. 

Jaehyun's other hand moved towards your core, pushing your underwear aside so that he could feel you on his cock. He bucked his hips up towards you. You moaned against him as he began to move between your folds coating his cock in your slick. 

The tip of his dick hitting your clit with every move he made. Your mouth moved away from his, panting you looked down at where he was moving against you. 

"Fuck." You muttered. Your head spinning with each of his movements. 

A loud knocking on his car window scared you, your hands pulling Jaehyun to you as you both look out the car window. 

Doyoung was staring down at you both. 

"I'm going home." He said loud enough for you both to hear. "You two can move upstairs." 

You laughed down at Jaehyun as Doyoung walked away. 

"Were you going to leave after you fucked me?" You asked as you moved off him. Your brain going back to thinking in overdrive. Jaehyun grabbed your wrist pulling your hand to him and forcing you to look at him. His cock tucked away now. 

"I'm sorry I ignored you. I do not plan on doing it again. I swear." You nodded at him and got out of the car, waiting for him to follow you. 

"So you know what type of guys I like huh?" You asked as he used his key to get into your building. 

"Yeah babe, you like douche bags." He said and smiled down at you, dimples and all. You bit the corner of your lip to try to not laugh. Yet you laughed anyway. 

[scarletwinterxx]

I’d wait all day just for a maybe

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“Please?”

“No”

“Pleaseeeeee”

“Did you really think saying it cutely and pouting at me like that will make me say yes” Haechan asked you, one brow raised

“It worked before” you mumbled, earning a chuckle from him before walking towards his desk without giving you an answer

“Oh come on! You have Wi-Fi here!”

“Our wi-fi here sucks” you can’t help but agree with that, which is is why you’ve been bothering him to share his hotspot password with you since you got here.

Your presence at their dorm wasn’t something new, you’ve been friends with the guys for a long time so whenever you or the guys have some free time you come over at theirs or them at yours to hang out and play.

“Go ask Renjun or Jeno” Haechan told you as he logs on his computer, about to start his game

“I did ask Renjun but he’s busy doing a new painting. I was scared to talk after he sent me a glare. Jeno is still out cycling with Jaemin. You’re my last hope”

“Good to know I’m last on your list”

It’s amazing really, just how long your patience is when it comes to this guy. Maybe it has a lot to do with that fact that you may have tiniest crush on him. Of course no one knows that or else you’ll never hear the end of it.

You’ve never backed down from a good banter with Lee Haechan himself, the self proclaimed brat of the group.

“You can be first if you tell me your password”

“Y/N”

“What?”

then he just shook his head with a cheeky smile, thinking he was about to give you his password. Instead of persuading him further, you defeatedly walked back to the living room.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, it was such a gen z thing but it feels so boring without internet access. So you went and unlocked your phone, clicked on Haechan’s hotspot name. The screen prompting you to put in the password,

“Fine, I’ll just guess it then” you say to yourself

His birthday? nope.

His name? no.

His sibling’s names? long but no.

Maybe Renjun’s? still a big no.

Sighing in defeat, you thought about typing in your own name. Surprisingly it got connected. Abruptly seating up from your seat and dashing towards his room.

“Ha! I got it!”

“Got what?” Haechan asked, it looks like he wasn’t playing just scrolling randomly on his computer

“Your password” this time Haechan turned to you with a confused look on his face

“I gave it to you, didn’t I?

“No! I’ve been asking for the past hour” you told him, taking a seat on his bed as you scroll through your phone. “Yes I did, like before you went outside. You said I can be first on your llst if I tell you my password”

You thought back to your conversation a few minutes ago, like a lightbulb going DING in your brain as you recall what he said.

“You just said my name” you mumbled, looking over at the boy

“Yea, and it connected didn’t it?” he asked to which to nodded to

“Wait wait why my name though?” you asked back

“That is a story for another day, for now you go and do what you want with that hotspot connection”

Not really sure what to do with this information, you walked back to where you were previously sitting. Jeno and Jaemin walking in with their bikes, “Why do you look so confused?” Jaemin asked

You just shook your head and shot him a tightlipped smile, opting to keep the information to yourself for the meantime. You looked calm but on the inside you were freaking out.

While you were lost in your own world thinking, Jeno trudge towards Haechan’s room

“What happened to Y/N?” Jeno asked, Haechan turned around from his seat with a frown about to stand up from his seat

“What? what happened? She was just here” his worried expression made Jeno laugh, “She’s fine, sitting in the living room looking like a confused puppy”

Haechan sent an unimpressed look towards Jeno before snatching his phone from his desk and walking towards the room you’re in. “I got it, don’t worry” he said, giving Jeno a pat on the shoulder.

Does he? no way. But what if? probably not, this is Haechan you’re talking about.

Maybe, by a long shot, just maybe your bestfriend knows you like him and decided to tease you this way. That’s impossible though.

“Stop thinking too hard, I can hear the bolts loosening from here” Haechan spoke, making you snap out of your thoughts. “Where are you going?” you ask him

“Out, let’s grab something to eat”

“Should we ask the guys?” “They’ll text, come on before I change my mind”

When the two of you were out the dorm, the other three occupants exit from their rooms. “I was doing God’s work here, where were you two?” Renjun ask Jeno and Jaemin

“Out, we thought you were out too” Jaemin defended

“Share the plan next time okay? We’ll never get them to admit their feelings like this. I need tea or a drink or a snack”

[saturnsummer]

Solhwi prompt:

Sol A tries to set up a date between sol B and joonhwi after his court 'confession' (even though she is lowkey jealous) assuming he was talking about her and confusion ensues... And if you can use the following dialogue-

"Sol, it's you. It has always been you."

love's complicated.

Sol A's not jealous. She really isn't.

But what was this twisting, nerve wracking feeling that she feels every time she sees Sol B?

notes: prompted by @confusedsoulsramblings ! i had so much fun writing this, i had to add a small bonus at the end. i had no intention on making this so long, but i guess it’s my trait to make long fics. spelling, grammar and incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. thank you all for support, once again! let me know of more prompts, questions or your reviews! feedback and criticism very much appreciated! thank you all, once again for the endless love!!

words: 3000 words.

ao3

Sol shouldn't be any less shocked during Yeseul's trial. When Prosecutor Jin cornered Joon Hwi with his question, she turned to look at her roomie at the same time she did. Then, she saw Joon Hwi’s eyes trail nervously, fluttering between them both. Sol knew his answer from the look on his face. 

It was never her to begin with.

She wasn't angry. She wasn't upset. She expected it. Sol B was sophisticated, graceful and beautiful. She knew how all the freshmen would nickname her "Ice Princess.". Could anyone disagree? Furthermore, coming from a family of lawyers and prosecutors, who wouldn't love her? She was a dream child. She possessed both the brains and the beauty. 

Joon Hwi was always open with his teasing and words. He loved teasing her over their first meeting at the bookstore. He loves visiting Byeol randomly, even when Sol isn't home. He often comments with sentences that could have secondary meanings, and was very much teased by Bokgi. Even though he infuriated her sometimes, she always smiled with him.

Sol felt special, if she was honest. She felt like the only girl that he had his eyes on. She couldn’t help but feel tingly inside and her heart blooming like flowers in spring. Yeseul spent hours convincing Sol that Joon Hwi likes her, and on some nights, she liked to fantasied to the thought of it. 

Of course, it means nothing to her now.

Sol sits alone in the study room, huffing out a sigh. She ruffles her hair and buries her face into her sweater sleeves. She can't believe that she can't study due to Joon Hwi liking her roommate. She doesn't like the twisting feeling in her stomach, and she doesn't know what it's called, too.

Was she... jealous? 

Sol shakes her head vigorously and slaps her face a couple of times. No, she thinks, and lets out a breathy laugh. She can’t be. As far as her feelings went, she never considered seeing Joon Hwi more than best friends. The chances of him liking her was held at a much higher percentage than her liking him, in Sol’s head. 

But thinking back, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. She couldn’t bury her feelings any further, especially now that she has accidentally dug them up. Her snarky remarks, the way she acted with him, the burning feelings she felt whenever someone spoke bad of him, her smiles that she would sometimes save for him. 

Maybe, she does had feelings for this second round judicial exam passer. 

But at the same time, she felt wrong. Her roomie was oh, so obviously in love with Joon Hwi, harbouring such toxic feelings felt wrong. It felt backstabbing and so betraying. She couldn’t be jealous. She can’t be, anymore. She should be happy, for her best friend to fancy such a perfect partner like Sol B.

Even if it meant that her feelings were not returned, she didn't mind. 

Because his happiness and smile was enough for her. 

-----

Sol did her best to squash those toxic feelings. She reminded herself that her roomie was in love with her best friend, and her best friend felt the same. She avoided every moment she was caught between them and always scooted away when Joon Hwi wanted to sit with her. She gave lame excuses (”I want to sit with Yeseul”, “Yebeom needs to help me with a case”), but her feelings only bubbled up stronger inside. 

She witnessed as her cold faced roomie soften in her speech when talking to Joon Hwi, the way her eyes softened when he would explain something to her, the way he gave the exact same smile to her when he witnesses her finally figuring things on her own. Or the eyes that he gives when he devours his ramyeon while Sol eats her extra pickles with equal fervour. 

If Sol was being honest and straightforward, she wanted to take out her anger on Joon Hwi. For leading her on to believing that he liked her. For being so flirty with her that even BokGi wanted to join in on the teasing. For playing her into this game, only to leave her hanging and lost and completely blindsided by his feelings.

But no, she couldn’t. She knew it wasn’t his fault. She blamed herself, for letting herself be lead by him. She blamed herself for falling for him, instead of focussing on her studies. She was always more rash and emotional. 

It was her decision to fall for his charms, not his. 

She can’t bring herself to blame him, knowing that Joon Hwi was always like this. Mumbling with low spirits, she sunk lower into her chair in the empty study room. She purposely didn’t want to tell anyone that she would be studying in the study room, in hopes that she could be alone. Heading back to her dorm was not an option, since her roomie’s presence would made her so guilty.

“Why the long sigh, sunbae?” She freezes at the nickname. Internally, a part of her lights up, recognising the voice, but even more the nickname that was said. As quickly as it came, it dissipated as she finally registered who it was, and her guilt ridden feelings came right back up. 

Joon Hwi walked in, with his bag slung over, his signature smirk on his face. Pulling a chair, he scooted it over nearer to Sol. Peering over her book, he leaned closer and grabbed the pen she was holding.

“Ooh, criminal codes. Are you having trouble?” He asks, leaning closer to her. 

Sol was so glad he was not looking at her. His body was so near hers, that she could smell the fresh cologne he wore, and the slight musk of sweat from a whole day of work. She couldn’t stay here any longer, while having a knot in her stomach. Leaping from her chair, she gathered her books, nearly scaring Joon Hwi and she quickly packed her things. 

“I... I just remembered that I needed to meet Yeseul for something!” She blurts out, before running out the room. 

She ran up to where the lecture halls were at, before going back down and escape to a part of their campus garden. She always took the same spot, a hidden corner hidden away by a tree that even Joon Hwi isn’t aware of. She frequented that area many times, when she was still insecure about making friends and found it particularly comforting.

“This is no good, I can’t run off every time I see him.” She mumbles to herself. She knew she was right. She knew Joon Hwi was smart to catch on about her not attending classes as usual with her seat next to him. Even though she still showed up for study group, she knew that he could sense the change in her mood. 

She needed a plan, and she needed it ASAP. 

-----

A week passed after her awkward encounter. Sol had gotten used to the twisted feeling in her stomach. After a week of debating in her head, she formulated her plan to get her feelings over and done with. 

She was going to have her roommate and Joon Hwi date. 

Sol had figured that if there’s anything she does best, it’s to disappoint herself. Instead of losing face to her best friend and confessing to him about how she felt, she much rather have her feelings crushed instead. Because she knows that he will probably debate on who to choose and she couldn’t let him be the decision maker. He doesn't need to make such a difficult decision. 

Besides, Sol knew her roomie’s situation. With an overbearing and controlling mother, the least she could do to make her happy was to have the man she crushed on. He could at least help her in her studies, benefitting her mother’s dreams of being a judge one day and have him by her side forever. 

Sol knew the date was going to go well. Sol B had the hugest crush, Joon Hwi would have might as well admitted to her that he had feelings for her in front of the whole court room. All they were missing were private moments alone, without their textbooks and no mentions of school. Oh, and maybe a few glasses of wine and a fancy restaurant in town.

And so Sol found herself in the study room alone again, thinking about how to tell Joon Hwi about setting up a date between Sol B. 

Apparently, fate meant for it to happen now.

Because Joon Hwi strode in, a familiar smile on his face, in his hoodie. 

“Stuck again?” Joon Hwi says, nodding to her books on the table. She contemplates going into small talk and saying yes, but pushes her thoughts aside. No, she needed this out of her system. 

“Joon Hwi, how would you like to go on a date with Sol B?” She blurts out, literally making her point across. Joon Hwi is stunned for a moment, as he sets his bag on the table, leaning on a chair. 

“Well...what makes you think I would enjoy it?” Joon Hwi stutters back, clearly stunned. 

“Oh, I mean, well, you know how Sol B likes you, don’t you? And I think it’ll be nice for you to go on a date with her. You know get to know my roomie more.” Sol replies as casually as she can. A part of her hopes he says no, that he rather spends his time doing anything else. 

But instead, he just shrugs and nods. 

And her heart drops, shattering like glass into a thousand pieces. She maintains her bright smile on her face, and even gives a convincing laugh. Sol sits through the next ten minutes of her telling Joon Hwi when she’s free tomorrow and promising she won’t tell anyone, not even Yeseul. 

As best as she can, she excuses herself from him, hoping her voice isn’t shaky when she says “I hope you enjoy your date!” as she walks away. Her steps are shaky and she feels lightheaded. She doesn't notice how her eyes are teary, the same way they get when she cuts onions. 

Rushing to the washroom nearest to the garden, she locks herself in a cubicle and takes deep silent breaths. She concentrates on breathing and tries brainwashing herself. Come on, Sol, you can’t be upset for him. You should be happy! Joon Hwi is going on a date! And he’s going with the best girl you know! Why are you upset? She repeatedly chants this in her head, holding in her tears as best she can.

But it unfortunately isn’t enough when she finally cracks, letting the pent up sadness explode from it’s cage, her tears streaming down. She prays the bathroom is empty when she wails and sobs, crumbling to the floor in a heap of tears as she can’t help but get the image of her crush and roommate holding hands and kissing. 

For once in her life, she has never felt so hurt, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for putting herself in this situation. She landed herself in this ditch, and now she has to deal with the fact that her crush, her best friend, will be dating her roommate. 

Composing herself, she wipes her tears dry and washes her splotchy face. She rejects Yeseul’s offer for dinner, resorting to spending her night at the campus garden away in her hiding spot. She’s cold, but it’s nowhere near the numbness she feels in her heart deep down. When it gets too cold at 2am, she sneaks back into campus and goes to the long sofas in front of the Lady of Justice statue. 

She sits there staring into space for a long while, before carrying her bag to the, now empty and deserted, study room, where she crouches to the corner of the room. She’s reminded of the moments where he would sit with her so close, their shoulders brushed each other and their fingers always fumbled around for stationary. Everything reminds her of him, and she falls asleep, huddled in a corner, just as the rare rays of sun start to emerge.

She wanted him, but he wasn't hers anymore. 

-----

“Sol. Sol, get up.” She hears a familiar voice say. Having slept for less than six hours, she’s groggy and rubs her eyes. Her back hurts from being hunched over, and her joints are sore and stiff. Her vision comes to focus as she comes face to face with Joon Hwi.

“Ah!” She yelps out, startled by his presence and retreats back, only banging her head against the metal cabinets instead. She winces and rubs her head, soothing her pain. Joon Hwi sighs and holds out his hand. She swats his hand away. 

“Why are you here?” Sol asks Joon Hwi. Joon Hwi holds a serious expression as he steps back to let Sol stand on her own. 

“I take back what I said yesterday.” He says suddenly. 

“Huh?”

“I’m not going on a date with Sol B anymore. I don’t want to.” He blurts out. Sol takes a moment to register his words. Immediately, anger floods in. She can’t tell if it’s residual anger from being mad at him for playing her, or anger on behalf of her roommate. 

“What? What do you mean? But Sol B likes you so much! You should at least give her a chance!” Sol argues back, making her way to the other side of the table at the same time, dumping her bag there. She’s proper angry now, letting her emotions take charge of her actions. Her eyes are frustrated and her face frowns. Joon Hwi stops her and grabs her wrist, stopping her from moving away from him and pulls her back to the same side of the table that he is. 

“I don’t like her. And I don’t think I ever will.” He admits. Sol is breathless, taking in all this new information. But during the court, it was so clear that it was her roommate. She can’t do it, having Joon Hwi so close to her, wanting to be with him, yet getting told that he harbours no feelings for Sol B. The tension she felt was driving her crazy.

“But...” Her speech comes out breathless, almost suffocated out of anger and frustration. 

“Sol.” His voice is an octave lower, as he leans towards her, his face closing the distance. “Listen to me.”

“It’s you. It has always been you. From the beginning, it was always you.” 

Sol lets out a breath, almost suffocating from the tension. 

It...it was her? 

All this while...? 

“I thought... I thought...” She hates how her voice is so full of breath. She’s leaning against the table, and his hands have shifted from her wrist to the side of the table, trapping her.“I thought you liked her. I thought this entire while, she was the one you liked.”

“Maybe this will make you trust me.” 

And he presses his mouth against hers. 

Sol’s startled, not used to Joon Hwi being so dominating. But his soft lips against hers distract her. She removes her hands from the table, bringing them up to his hang around his neck. His hands slowly make their way to her waist as they move in sync. When they finally part, Sol’s face is blushed bright red. She feels his hot breath against her face.

“Believe me now, sunbae?” 

-----

bonus:

Sol B tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears when she stops in her tracks to meet Joon Hwi.

“Hey, um, can we talk?” He asks awkwardly. She doesn’t know why she feels so calm, knowing that she should be feeling butterflies for having her crush talk to her. Nodding, they head to a spot until the staircases. 

“I don’t know how to put it...” Sol B realises where this conversation is going. In fact, she has been waiting for this day, ever since Yeseul’s court hearing. She knows what he’s going to say before he even says it. 

“You don’t like me, you like Sol A, right?” She completes his sentence. Joon Hwi fumbles in his speech and finds ways to defend himself quickly. But Sol B is quick to cut him off.

“It’s okay.” She says, the closest thing to a satisfied face she can make on her face. “I fully support you.”

“You’re... you’re not sad? Or angry?” Joon Hwi is cautious with his questions. Sol gives a slight scoff. If she’s honest, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what begin her crush for him, to begin with. She can’t remember if it was the way he answered questions, or the time he helped her put on her glasses. All she knows is that he didn’t like her, and she felt peace with that.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Your smile and your eyes are enough to prove it. Besides, that's who you were talking about in court, wasn’t it? You wanted to protect her.” She asks. He nods, eyes unable to meet hers. 

When Sol B went to bed the night before, she noticed that her roomie was nowhere. Assuming that she was out studying, she went to bed. But when she woke up the next morning, Sol B found her bed still the same state as last night. It was obvious she didn’t return to the dorm. 

“She didn't come back last night.” Sol B says and Joon Hwi’s eyes widen in panic. 

“What?”

“Check the study room. She might just be studying there.”

“Okay.” He says and turns around. But he turns around once more before jogging away.

“Thank you, for everything.” 

Sol B gives a suppressed smile as she watches Joon Hwi get further and further from him. She tries all she can to find anger, jealousy, sadness, brokenness, denial. 

But yet, all she feels is calming peace. 

[willowworkswithwords]

"You've got to do better than that if you want to fool me" for the Hidden Injury prompts with your romantic or platonic relationship of choice!!! (Or Codywan if you can't think of any others ;) )

Hi Imp!! I’m sorry this is late, I absolutely had the intention when i posted the prompt list to get yours and the other one done the same night, but that just didn’t end up happening!

My brain conjured up for you a totally randomly thought of snippet that exists in a modern au. Cody taking care of the twins is one of my favorite things, so here is Cody watching the twins (like 7 years old ish). While he's making dinner the twins are up to no good outside. This is really more comfort and goofiness than hurt/comfort/angst. I hope you like it!

hidden injury dialogue prompts <- if it strikes your fancy, I'll write you a snippet!

read on ao3

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Everything was in its place. Cody had all the spices lined up alongside the stove, standing at attention, a pot of water coming to a boil, and Waxer on speaker, reading off of the recipe card he’d found wedged in between pages of one of their dad’s hand-me-down cookbooks. 

Why Waxer hadn’t just sent Cody a picture of the recipe, Cody wasn’t sure, but he’d learned a long time ago to pick which battles to fight with his little brother and this was not one of them.

Anyways, if it helped Waxer feel involved after coming home from the service, Cody would do it in a heartbeat. 

All in all, it was setting out to a be a delightfully uneventful, calm evening between brothers. Even the twins had been occupied in the backyard for a full hour. Cody glanced out the window every few minutes to watch his niece and nephew huddled over something by one of the big oaks and smiled. For the next twenty minutes, Cody just let Waxer talk him through each step, throwing gentle jabs at him along the way, and let the twins slip out of his mind.

The patio door slid open and Cody knew, without even having to look, that Leia was trying to sneak Luke inside without him noticing. Whatever scheme she’d no doubt been convincing Luke of by that tree had somehow gone wrong, and somehow, because of course he did, Luke had gotten himself in to some kind of trouble.

“You've got to do better than that if you want to fool me,” Cody said, still facing the now rolling boil in front of him, grin cracked across his face despite himself. “Wax, I gotta take care of the kids real quick, I’m gonna mute myself then be right back,��‘kay?”

“Sure thing Cody. Hey twins!”

“Hi Uncle Waxer!” both twins chorused just slightly out of sync.

Cody pressed mute and turned, and the bark of laughter ripped out of him before he could slam him hand over his mouth.

Luke was standing on the doormat, dripping miserably all over, covered head to toe in thick, gloopy mud. He was shivering and his lower lip wobbled just the slightest, but he also had his chin jutted out just like Leia. 

“Leia, sweetheart, what did you do, dunk him in the river?”

The moment he said it dread filled him at the realization that very well could have been what happened.

“Leia Skywalker, tell me you didn’t dunk your brother in the river.”

“Of course not, Uncle Cody, I’m not stupid!” Leia crossed her arms and stomped her foot.

“Ok. Well,” Cody turned to Luke, trying for his sake to keep the smile off his face. “Luke, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Luke’s voice was so quiet it made Cody almost scoop his nephew up right then and there, his own clothes be damned. 

“Ok little buddy, let’s get you changed, ok?” He offered his hand and Luke quickly reached out to take it.

“Ok, Uncle Cody.”

Later that night, after an intense amount of hosing down and a warm shower, Luke was nestled against Cody on the couch in warm sweatpants and wrapped in a blanket, eating the soup Cody had finished while he was in the shower. Leia was snuggled up against Cody’s other side, out like a light and snoring. 

The lock on the front door clicked open and Cody let his head drop against the back of the couch to see Obi-Wan quietly setting his stuff down against the wall by the stair banister. He made his way over, a smile on his face.

“Hello darling, an eventful night?”

Luke giggled.

“Leia pushed me into the mud!”

Obi-Wan cam around the couch and gently scooped Leia out of the couch cushions, pressing a kiss against Cody’s cheek and then one against Luke’s head.

“Well, I’ll take this one up to bed then, it seems she’s had an eventful day. You’re next, Luke.”

Luke smashed his faced against Cody’s ribs.

“Uncle Cody tell him I’m not sleepy,” Luke whined. His next breath was taken up by a truly enormous yawn, and Cody smiled.

“You've got to do better than that if you want to fool me, Luke.”

Luke was asleep in five minutes.

[galaxyedging]

HC Prompt: Falling asleep in their S/O's lap after a long day.

Okay, I have a head cannon for the Pedro boys. You don't have to include them all if you don't want to 🥰

I can't decide on which character I want to read doing this, so I shall leave that up to you also, If you want to write for just one Pedro character, that it totally okay by me.

I'm just feeling really fluffy rn, haha! If you want to add smut, I certainly don't oppose 😋

Thanks a bunch, Liv 💜

My brain got stuck somewhere between a headcannon and a drabble so I just went with a snap shot of how the boys like to fall asleep on their S/O's lap. I tried.🙈

Din

Despite being so vulnerable, having his Creed, his whole identity, so easy to be stolen from him, with a lift of his helmet. Din was always able to relax, even sleep, in front of people. He counted on his reputation and honed reflexes to protect him. When he fell for you though, he found a whole new level of relaxation. To him you were his riduur, just without the formalities. He hadn't been so brave to hope that you'd agree to marry him so, for now, the helmet stayed on. There had been some creative work arounds. Blindfolds, pitch black rooms. His favourite was when he simply faced away from you. At the end of a long day he would slip off the helmet, bury his face in some soft pillows, ones that randomly appeared on the Crest. Along with cosy blankets, soft towels and other comforts. The pillows would be on your lap, allowing you access to the thick curls, usually hidden from sight. They were usually kept close cropped but since you had started running your fingers through them, he had started to skip trimming them down. He'd moan lowly at the sensation of your finger tips massaging his scalp. The rhythm of the circles you traced becoming hypnotic until his eyelids started to become as heavy as he wary body. He would readily give in to sleep knowing his identity, his Creed, his heart were safe in your hands.

Javier

Some nights Javier would waste no time in pulling you into his lap and letting you ride him. Whispering words of encouragement against your breast as he pressed kisses to them. He loved to see you take your pleasure from him, freeing yourself on his cock. Other nights he would need to seek his freedom in you. To throw off the weight of the day by losing himself in the warm embrace of your cunt, as he bent you over the nearest surface. Tonight, he needed something more. He needed to forget but to also remember what he was fighting for. Sitting you on his battered couch, his large hand threaded though your hair. Pulling just hard enough to tilt your head back to look up at him. His eyes resembled dying embers of a fire, black ringed with warmth. They locked on yours as he straddled your waist. His kisses stole your breath as his hands worked on his belt. Wordlessly, he took your hand, licking a strip up it, before wrapping it around his now freed cock. Reaching down between your legs, he shoved your skirt up around your waist. His fingers dipped into your panties before pushing into you without warning. Your cry was chased away by his lips. Together you kept a steady pace, you pumping his thick length, him filling you with his fingers, palm brushing your clit. He was the first to come, spilling over his loosely buttoned shirt. You came with a muffled moan against his neck as he was slumped against you. Gently you wrapped your arms around him, letting your hands travel the tight muscule of his back. He wouldn't admit it but he need to be held, loved, grounded. Your gentle ministration lifting the weight of the day from him. Letting him drift off fully and freely.

Frankie

This day was a long time coming. Frankie had worked so hard for it. He knew how much it meant to you, to both of you but he had at least been here before, he'd felt this joy, carried it with him every day. You had never had it, you had come close only to have it cruelly snatched away from you, you yearned for it. Dreamt about it. Prayed to whoever would listen.

It had been a long day but the end was in sight. Frankie's head hung heavily between his knees.

"Honey, you need to sleep." You told him giving his every present cap a playful tug.

"Am good." He sat himself upright. He had worked hard to give you this day. Got himself clean, made peace with his past, worked his ass off to provide, he wasn't missing this. He was ex delta force, a little sleep deprivation was nothing. After all he'd been through there was no way a few late nights at the shop were going to take him out now.

"OK, Baby. At least lay down for a second? Your back must be sore?" You patted your lap, looking up at him so sweetly he was powerless to resist. He lay on back his head in your lap, his favourite place to be as you stroked his curls back off his head. Your hand repeating his path over and over, lulling him to sleep. An hour later he awoke with a start. You had tensed underneath him. Wiping the drool from his face, he turned to follow your eye line. Walking down the corridor, the doctor smiled at you. "Mr and Mrs Morales. You have a very healthy, 8lb baby girl. Would you like to meet her?"