#those two definitely piss him off more when they're together

[lovelywingsart]

Fuck it, quick No-Reapers AU shitpost because I got tired of lining a bigger piece and I wanted to sketch something stupid and didn't really bother making it perfect

Cam and Nihlus share a braincell and Saren is having absolutely none of it (He still loves them tho even though he won't admit it)

Cam was probably reading something and Nih is making fun of them for it, he enjoys teasing them like a shit Also, to whoever decided that Nihlus was essentially a giant brick-shithouse himbo in fanfiction, i love you and Kryterius has also consumed me.

[simpjaes]

requested by: anon enemies to lovers, forced to sleep in the same bed [room] trope. wc: 1.3k tags: not rly enemies to lovers, more like enemies to enemies that fuck

Enemies to lovers Jay learning that this stupid fucking trip forces the two of you to interact. That alone is enough to piss him off and activate the petty part of his brain.

Enemies. That's a fucking fact.

Imagine how he felt when he learned his cousin is dating you and bringing you to the fucking family trip? Trust, he did just about everything to prevent it. Including sending you hateful messages, semi-threatening that if you showed up he would absolutely piss in your cereal.

Well, you showed up anyway. And unfortunately, no one bought cereal for the kitchen so it looks like he needs to find a different method of making you miserable.

What's even more unfortunate? His cousin has no idea that he hates you. And why does he hate you? Well, given that you rejected him all those years ago for prom in a hella humiliating way....does he really need to explain?

For years he was made fun of for it, and you laughed with everyone at him. Not with him, at him.

Fucking bitch. That's what you are.

And you continue to be that bitch this whole time too. Knowing he had a thing for you, unsure of if he still does but still acting like he does.You don't need to know that he'd definitely still hit that shit. In more ways than one. Across the head seems more appropriate at this point though.

"He needs to leave early." Jay's mother explains to him in a semi-whisper. "Guess the sea-food got to him."

Jay silently gives himself a high-five at the idea that you'd leave with your boyfriend, his cousin.Unfortunately, you don't. In fact, you over-stay your welcome solely because your boyfriend's family loves you so much and practically begged you to stay.

At least Jay has his own room, right? WRONG. Oh, his demise hits him in the chest that very next morning, learning that his bitch-ass parents replaced his cousin's room with a different family member. Apparently they had wanted to come but all the spots in the house were filled up.

Now, they're on their way and you're moving your shit to the living room.

"Jay, why don't you let her have your room? It's only polite."

"Fuck that" is what Jay would say if it weren't for his father looming with a death glare.

"No, no!" You gleefully cut in. "If he's okay with just sharing the room, I'll be okay!" He rolls his eyes. Just because there's a pull out couch in the room doesn't fucking mean he should have to share it. With you no less. ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ Did you do that on purpose? Maybe.

Do you love your boyfriend with your whole heart? Not really.

What most people aren't aware of in this family is, well, your boyfriend isn't exactly the best person to be involved with. Oh, he left because he's feeling sick? No he didn't, you saw that text on his phone. Despite you loving his family, and his family loving you, neither of you really love each other these days. Additionally, neither of you really have the heart to break up due to the benefits you both get simply for holding the title of boyfriend/girlfriend.

So, you trying to pull one on Jay both before and after your boyfriend saw himself out the door feigning sick? Definitely on purpose. After all, if you and your boyfriend are past the point of even trying to make intimacy work, it's not so bad that you both find it elsewhere.

Kind of like a mutual relationship where's you're not dating except for when the family comes together and the two of you pretend that love hasn't fallen through the floor.

Imagine Jay's face when he found out, deep into the night where it's silent save for the rain pattering against the window.

"I'm not actually dating him, you know?" You blurt out of the silence, wanting to push somehow for Jay to admit that he still wants you. If anything, to boost your own confidence and force him to abandon whatever respect he has for his cousin to keep it under wraps. "He left to go fuck his actual girlfriend."

"Okay?" Jay huffs out, pretending he doesn't care but actually loving the juicy hidden secret. "What does that have to do with me?" "Well, Jay Jay-" You smile in the darkness, cuddling close against the pillow and lending a small chuckle at the way he's situated himself on the pull-out bed. "It has everything to do with you if you want to fuck me."

You hear him inhale at your words before breathing out in a shaking breath.

"You are so fucking full of yourself." He starts, lifting up so fast into a sitting position that he nearly feels lightheaded. "After the way you humiliated me? You think I want to fuck you now?!" You shush him quickly, wanting so badly to mock his inability of volume control. Which...that could be fun.

"Please, you've wanted to fuck me since you learned what fucking even was."

Fair, Jay thinks, as he narrows his eyes at your barely-visible figure in his bed.

"You're being ridiculous. I wouldn't stoop so low." He argues back, voice a bit weaker, like it's breaking. Then he flops back down onto the pull-out, ignoring the uncomfortable creaking of the bed.

"Relax. I'm just trying to get laid here, it's not like we have to date or anything."

As if that's not what Jay has wanted since fucking prom?! Casual sex?! With you? "You're kind of a whore, you know that?" Jay spits, aggressively rolling over to face the wall, not at all to hide the fact that he's absolutely about to shove his hands down his pants.

"Do you want me to be?" You encourage him to think like your boyfriend used to. "Want me to apologize for the way I treated you?" He remains silent, squeezing his eyes shut and willing for all of this to just be a dream, though he'd be fucking pissed if it actually was. "Don't you want to punish me for it?" You continue, softening your voice now, lifting yourself on the bed and crawling to the edge of it. "Make me say sorry? Make me regret the day I never let you do it in the first place?" "Fuck off." Jay tries to control himself. The need to absolutely fuck you into the mattress, shut that pretty mouth up? It's intense right now. "Stop trying to come onto me." And when you do, he's actually disappointed. He hears the way you crawl back into position and roll over in silence. The room stays quiet for a little while, but he can't sleep now. Arguably, you can't either. "You're so fucking annoying." Jay huffs, rolling off the pull-out and instantly getting on the bed with you, hovering over you, letting you feel how hard you've managed to get him. "If you're able to actually shut the fuck up, take your shorts off and roll over." You hum, delighted by his weak mind state. Loving that in a way, he admits it. Finally, he admits it. All those narrow-eyed stares at you weren't just from hate. He definitely wanted you, and he still does. You do as you're told with a mocking laugh, shoving your shorts down your thighs and rolling over for him. He makes quick work, already slapping his length against your ass cheeks before instantly pressing his tip into you with a pathetic, whiny little groan.

"Thought you'd be rougher." You smile against the pillow, only to feel his hand in your hair. He tugs you back with an uncomfortable arch now cramping at your back. "Thought you wanted to make me sorry.”

“Can you please shut the fuck up?” Jay groans, shoving his full and thick cock straight into you with a solid thrust. “Hm?”

Well, now you can. Because oh my god? He’s been this big the whole time? You could’ve been bouncing on this countless times already and you’re only now feeling how good it is? Crazy mistake on your part.

You couldn't mock him back if you tried right now, with the way he releases your hair only to push your head into the pillow, fucking into you so aggressively that you can barely even breathe. He really is making you sorry.

[ssentimentals]

Omg omg i saw someone wrote about bestie!seokmin asking forcing you to play pepero game with him but I LOST it, so pretty please, beautiful, can you do it😫

ooh i never read anything like this, let me try baby, hopefully it'll be as good as original!

lee seokmin + pepero game

'there must be some science behind it,' seokmin comments as you two prepare the table for dinner party tonight.

'behind what?' you ask, washing fruits. 'can you pass me the fruit bowl, please?'

'behind winning a pepero game.' seokmin comes up to you with a bowl in his hand and points at the tv screen, where two famous actors are being forced to play a pepero game. 'like, there's definitely some tactics for winning.'

you squint at the tv screen, watching as audience screams when eventually both of the actors look like they're about to kiss. seokmin arranges fruits just like he knows you like it - apples and oranges at the bottom with grapes on top. he wonders if you noticed how natural it is for you two to be together, how effortlessly conversation flows; he wonders if you noticed how much he knows about you, how he seems to always gravitate towards you whenever you're around. he stares at the fruit bowl and wants to scream because he does things for you without even thinking them through - like him choosing green grapes because you once mentioned in the passing that you don't like purple ones.

'pepero game doesn't require strategic mindset, seokkie,' you comment, turning to him with a sweet smile. 'it's just for fun anyways.'

seokmin is going to blame what comes out of his mouth next for four months of pining over you. 'let's play it then! i will prove that it's all about strategy!'

you look confused for a second, unsure if he's joking or not, so seokmin presses on, desperate in a way that can be considered embarrassing if he had any shame left. gladly, he has none. 'here, i've got them!' seokmin grabs a pack - a strawberry one, because guess whose favorite flavor that is? correct, yours - and shoves it in your hands. 'it's just for fun, you said. right?'

you blink at him. seokmin being this random and chaotic is not a surprise, so you let it slide, deciding to humor him anyway. it concerns you a little how you are up for whatever seokmin plans, too weak to say no to him, but you quickly erase this thought from your mind in favor of concentrating on the game. it makes your heart race a little, no matter how much you want to deny it; this proximity to seokmin makes you a bit giddy inside. 'ready?' you ask, carefully putting one end of the straw in your mouth.

seokmin swallows, staring up at you. maybe it was a bad idea - how he is supposed to keep his cool when you're this close? but there's no stepping back now, so he nods and lightly bites another end of the straw with his teeth, looking up at you. it's only the beginning but he can literally feel sweat running down his temple, because you are right there, so close, he can just take two big bites and your lips will touch. there's a hope in him, burning low somewhere in his heart that his feelings are not unrequited. that sometime between you two laughing so hard that your tummies hurt and deep conversations in hushed voices that felt too intimate for just friends - he just hopes that somewhere between those times you also fell for him.

'seokkie!' you grumble indignantly, when he takes a huge bite, instantly coming up super close to you. 'ugh.'

without thinking, you aso take a big bite just to piss him off but when your noses almost touch, you halt in surprise. you try to gauge seokmin's reaction, but his face gives nothing away; his big chocolate eyes are trained on you with such intensity that you're scared to move, intuitively understanding that pulling back right now will ruin something unspoken. carefully, not taking his eyes off you, seokmin takes a small bite, cutting short distance between you two to the point that one more move and your lips will touch. you are frozen, heart also stopped beating while mind is running frantically - what to do? but seokmin solves this puzzle for you - he leans in, takes one more bite and connects your mouths together. it's not a full kiss, but it's a not a simple peck either, you both pull back to actually chew and swallow strawberry bites and-

seokmin's hand on the back of your neck is heavy and warm. hedraws you back with a gentle force, making it clear that you can easily free yourself but also making it clear that this is not what he wants. 'tell me i'm not wrong or crazy,' he whispers, bringing your foreheads together. 'i- i just can't-' he takes a deep breath before opening his eyes and looking at you. the amount of hope and longing in his gaze shakes you to the core. 'can i kiss you? for real?'

you have no idea how you're still standing because your heart gave up long time ago. you nod and your heart starts beating again when seokmin's lips touch yours - hesitantly, at first. but then diving in deeper, more confidently, drawing out sounds from you that surprise you both. when you lean back, he keeps you two so close that you wonder if he can hear how loudly your heart is beating.

'i like you,' seokmin lets out. 'in case it wasn't clear.'

you giggle at this. 'it's mutual, seokkie.'

he sighs in relief, hugging you tight. seokmin fears that this is all a dream and when he wakes up, it will all be gone. so while you can't see, he pinches himself lightly and hugs you even tighter when he realizes that you did not disappear.

'i owe you guys.' seokmin says, looking seriously at the pack of pepero. 'thanks.'

you slap his chest, laughing. 'we both owe them!'

a/n: oh to play pepero with lee seokmin :((( hopefully you liked it, let me know! - nini

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[killerlookz]

Joost Klein x Goth!Gf Headcannons

content: SFW and NSFW headcannons below the cut, 18+ MDNI, this work contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

SFW Headcannons

You're pretty much his personal makeup artist now, anytime he wants to do his fun little facepaint looks (like the mime or kiss makeup) you're the first one he's asking to help him out

He absolutely doesn't mind you kissing him with your lipstick on and is in no rush to wash off the dark-colored lipstick prints you leave on his cheeks after you do so, sometimes letting them sit there for hours while he goes about his day.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't absolutely love going to the goth clubs. It's definitely a different speed than he's usually used to, and some of the music may be a little slow for his taste but that man just absolutely loves dancing and the nightlife in general.

He definitely dresses up to "fit in" to go to the goth clubs too! Putting on whatever black items he can find in his closet, usually a pair of rugged black jeans adorned with a thick belt either studded or with a big buckle and some black shirt he spent far too much money on. He usually ends up looking more like he's about to join Opium or Drain Gang than he does goth, but your heart entirely melts at the fact that he's trying.

You absolutely inspire him to buy a pair of New Rocks (side note im actually surprised ive never seen him in new rocks they're very his style lol) and he just absolutely towers over you in them, which he finds very amusing (cue him teasing you about being "short" even though the platforms of those shoes are like 10 cm, making him like 198 cm/ 6'5)

If you are wearing big shoes and they start to hurt he will absolutely carry you back to wherever you need to go- The same goes for if you're breaking in new shoes- you're out and about together and all of a sudden you start treading behind him, walking awkwardly due to the blisters forming on your heels and the backs of your ankles- and he knows, you don't even have to say anything, he just stops dead in his tracks, and bends down for you to get on his back.

Thrifting/ DIYing dates!!! It becomes a tradition for the two of you to go out to thrift/consignment stores and pick out pieces for the two of you to style or DIY into something. He loves it especially when you DIY things for him, and always shows off the clothes/accessories you put together for him, "Oh you like my necklace? Yeah, my girlfriend made it for me."

He laces up your corsets for you! No longer do you need to struggle trying to reach behind your back to tie your corsets. He's always so delicate about it too, "You're sure I'm not squeezing you too tight?" Running his hands all along your sides and your hips after he finishes tying it shut.

He definitely just thinks you are so cool, despite having his own unique style himself, he is just in so much awe of you being yourself, and just genuinely finds you to be the coolest person on Earth, whether its the way you do your makeup, or dress, or the music you listen to, he's just obsessed.

He'll absolutely tease you a little bit though, cue him singing "Because toniiiight will be the noiiight that I will fall for yewwww over agaiiiin" at you because he knows it pisses you off *just a little* you'll chastise him for that being emo not goth, but he still finds it funny regardless, and he loves seeing that little smile you give him when you're trying to pretend to be mad at him, but really you're holding back a laugh

He loves when you wear his necklaces or his fancy belts to accessorize with

Getting tattoos together is a muuuust, he's not so into the idea of matching tattoos, but just spontaneously on a whim being like, "hey do you wanna get another tattoo today?"

NSFW Headcannons

You CANNOT count how many new fishnet tights you've had to buy from Joost being far too impatient to get you undressed, bending you over, lifting up your skirt and just ripping the flimsy fabric open, not even bothering to take them off of you.

However, when the sex is more romantic he absolutely loves taking his time with you, so delicately removing each of your layers (and us goth girlies know... we wear a looot of layers lmaoo) he just loves being all sensual about it, he also just for sure enjoys teasing you with how excruciatingly slow he is about it.

Loves seeing how much he can ruin your makeup, whether its smudged lipstick or eyeliner dripping down your face, the messier the better.

In addition to fucking up your makeup he loves when you go down on him while you're wearing lipstick, the way your lipstick smears as you take him in your mouth, god he finds it so hot.

Obsessed with when you wear leather or latex!! Oof the way the tight, shiny material hugs your body, he cannot get enough, and honestly is ready to take it off of you the second you slip it on.

He absolutely adores you in lace too (especially black lacey lingerie) when you wear lacey tops with nothing but a bra underneath... (same can be said for a fishnet top) oooooh girl he is absolutely feral, the way you're technically "covered" but still exposed in all the right spots... whew

If you have long/pointy nails he looves feeling you dig them into him as he fucks you,

Whenever the two of you go out to the goth clubs things definitely get very steamy, always ending up with his arms wrapped around your waist and your ass pressed against his crotch as your bodies move together to the dark, slow, synthy music.

He loves it when you bite him! Always calling you his little vampire as you suck on his neck, leaving pretty little lovebites and lipstick smudges on his skin. (vampire/blood kink goes brrrr wait what who said that hAHAHHAHHA)

Fucking to goth music is a MUST... not sorry about it, bands like Depeche Mode and She Wants Revenge are top tier sex music, him mumbling along to Tear You Apart, his lips pressing into your neck, sending vibrations down your spine as he slowly undresses you.

Also fucking while watching horror movies hehehehe, there's just something about the suspense and tension that gets your blood going, one second you're watching the TV anxiously, and the next second he's on top of you as you're begging for him to please fuck you.

[sinnabarmoth]

(I just want some in-law content so) In a universe where Yizhou/Caleb is fine and his relationship with MC is completely platonic, what LIs would he approve of? For those he doesn’t, what would they have to do to prove themselves? Would they be like brothers or would they only get along for MC’s sake?

Oh this is a fun one!! Yes!

Zayne: Zayne is one of the guys that Yizhou completely approves of, has the gold star seal of acceptance. The three of them were childhood friends and Yizhou knows Zayne and knows he's a good egg and will treat MC right. That being said, it is a little weird in that way of your friend told you that they have a crush on your sister kinda way. I just imagine the conversation kinda went something like this:

"I'm taking MC out on a date this weekend."

"Ok. Happy for you two but I kinda hate you right now."

"What did I do?"

"You're dating! I'm gonna end up the 3rd wheel to your relationship! We went from a three person friend group to a couple and their one single friend. Thanks a lot, you two!"

"...I knew you were going to take this well."

Xavier: Yizhou and Xavier hit things off right away. They get along well, talk easily when the three of them are together. Yizhou sees how much MC likes Xavier and how happy he makes her. It also relieves him a bit that they live in the same building so she always has someone nearby to check in on her in case of an emergency. I imagine that at one point they get left alone in MC's apartment while she runs out to pick up food and when she comes back they are in a full video game tournament and in a full sibling rivalry mode.

"Hey guys I got dinner--"

"You are cheating!"

"No. You're just bad at this game."

"MC! Tell your boyfriend to stop cheating!"

"MC, tell Yizhou to stop being a sore loser."

"Letting you two become friends was a mistake."

Rafayel: Yizhou is actually kinda iffy on Rafayel when MC first introduced them. Something about him just rubbed him the wrong way and Raf didn't really like him either. They're kinda quietly not engaging with each other but when they're left alone it's just a long painful silence. The longer the relationship goes on the more they get used to each other but they do not function well when left alone together.

"So...see any good movies lately?"

"No. Been busy finishing my latest painting."

"Ah..."

"Yeah..."

"Quick question, if you're technically part fish does that mean eating seafood is sorta like cannibalism?"

"...You and MC definitely grew up together."

Sylus: Yizhou does NOT like Sylus. At all. These two have the thinnest shroud of tolerance and it is strictly for MC's sake. If they don't have to be around each other they won't be. Yizhou has asked MC if she is sure about this relationship more than once. The fact that Sylus is basically a Mafia Don doesn't help but he makes MC happy and seems to treat her well so he keeps his distaste low. Personally I just imagine their first meeting was when Yizhou came over to MC's apartment to drop off something and unbeknownst to him MC and Sylus were having some spicy time. So when he keeps knocking on the door to be let in Sylus ends up answering and clearly looks like he was interrupted in the middle of sex and is pissed.

"If you're selling something we're not interested."

"No I'm here to drop this off-- Wait. Who the hell are you? You don't live here."

"But my girlfriend does. Now who the hell are you and why are you interrupting us?"

"I'm her oldest friend and she's never mentioned you."

"Probably because it isn't any of your business."

"Can I just talk to MC, please?"

"She's a little tied up right now and can't come to the door so I'll take that and you can leave. Goodbye." Slams door in face.

"What the hell just happened?"

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Okay so I was thinking about Melvik last night because the streets(one person) asked for a Melvik playlist and I wanted to make sure I did it right and I think I've come to a conclusion about what the hell is going on with those two. There's so many different ways to interpret it, so I'm not saying this is objectively correct. We're in the corkboard with strings and pictures stage of shipping rn.

Okay so if we're being honest, there's not a lot to work with in terms of character interactions but there are clues in other places. One of the things I noticed is that they mirror each other. Mel has freckles in similar spots to Viktor's moles, she's the sun and he's the moon, she's covered in gold while Viktor has a lot more silver in his palette, she's a princess while he's some guy from Zaun but they're both fighting for legitimacy.

So they probably didn't like each other at some point.

Think about it, sometimes people who hate each other are exactly like one another. That bothers them. Maybe that was the case here. Then you add on the layer of their individual goals and I could see how they might clash. I could see how they might not understand each other at first.

I feel like after that, it probably became a game of cat and mouse. A rivalry if you will. It could've been academic, depending on how long they knew each other (we don't know). I could see there being a lot of competition in their relationship, but the thing is, it was never a fair fight. How is a man from the undercity supposed to compete with an exiled royal? You can't. People are more likely to give her what she wants than even consider your position just by default. And then you also have to consider that this is Mel we're talking about. A goddamn mastermind if I've ever seen one, if she didn't already have privilege on her side, she definitely has the people skills to compensate. It was probably frustrating, in a lot of ways.

But wait! There's more. There's something to be said about how the "evolved" humans are white and gold, Mel's colors. Even the way the gold is placed is reminiscent of her. Perfection, the peak of humanity, in Viktor's mind is Mel (and Jayce too if you remember that his little husk still kept a lot of his features, but his look was still inspired by her).

So in Mel, I think at first he saw everything he lacked and it was pissing him off. That probably stemmed from his need to get where he wanted to be quickly, because he knew his time was limited. Like fuck, I'm gonna die and you're in my way by being better at everything.

For Mel, I think she saw everything she wanted to be. Self assured, with direction in life. Peace is such a broad goal to have, living up to your mother's standards is a little more specific, but what does she want to do for herself? Where does she want to be when it's all said and done? Wherever she's been told she needed to be? In a throne or a seat at the council's table? Viktor knows what he wants, he sees it clearly, and he couldn't care less about anybody's standards or expectations besides his own. There's something so ruthless about that, and Mel envies it.

What I think changed with them is an understanding, realizing that it would be more useful for them to work together and be on the same team rather than continue to compete with one another. But how do we get there? Judging by how most of the romance in Arcane works, it was probably sex. I'm not even joking, this is a consistent thing. Jayvik? One of their key moments together involved Viktor saying "wait this isn't my bedroom", Mel and Jayce's relationship was kind of confirmed with a sex scene, Vi started flirting with Caitlyn in a brothel of all places and then LATER there was the whole thing in the prison cell, are we seeing the trend here? Sex and arcane go together like Jinx and explosions.

Anyway, right, back on topic. So yeah, I think unlike her relationship with Jayce, things were not nearly as thought through with Viktor. It definitely feels like a spur of the moment kind of thing, probably involving alcohol. Let me explain. I'm probably not going to phrase this right, but somebody else explained the bond between these two sort of like magnets. They attract and reject each other at the same time. They're so similar that by all means, they could be together, but something keeps pushing them away from one another. Knowing Mel's relationship with trust, and Viktor's relationship with time, this could make perfect sense. This could give way to some very complicated feelings. Knowing Mel, that wouldn't have been good. But then you start to remove those inhibitions, either through something artificial or just heightened passions, next thing you know shit happens.

Now we're in what I wanna call the situationship era! Because god forbid our favorite metal eugenicist has a committed relationship ever.

Mel doesn't know what she wants out of this so it stays casual for a while, Viktor wants more but he's scared to ask because he doesn't wanna scare her away. He knows she's conflicted about it, otherwise she wouldn't act the way she does. Still, it drives him fucking insane. He could die within the next few years, he doesn't have time to be playing will they/won't they. Especially not when the most perfect woman- no, person, he's ever seen in his life is right there in front of him. It's several months of "maybe we should stop doing this", that attracting and repelling I was talking about, with no conceivable end, but eventually it does. Eventually they both find they have better things to focus on than this. Not that they don't love or care about each other anymore, but the stress just isn't worth it. The world needs them, and they can't keep holding each other back.

However, that's not quite the end of their story.

In the words of our Lord and Savior, Shadow the Hedgehog, the light still shines even when the star is gone. They do try to keep their relationship as professional as possible, at least when there's eyes to see it. Outside of that though, it's clear that they're still attached somehow. Is it romantic still? That's up for interpretation, but regardless, no matter how much distance they put between each other, they'll always be drawn to one another.

Then here comes MC Hammer, and now the situation is like this. The moon (Viktor) revolves around the earth (Jayce), who revolves around the sun (Mel). They're all so interconnected now and if you take one out of the equation, shit gets messy. Can't take out the sun, the whole galaxy will collapse. Can't take out the moon, the earth will be in ruin. See what I mean? As Jayce and Mel get more serious, I think both of them wonder what could've been. They're happy where they are romantically but it's always something to ponder. What would it have looked like if Viktor was the golden boy, not Jayce? If they were the ones holding it down in those council meetings? What would it be like if her warmongering mother knew she was in love with someone like Viktor, someone so physically weak? Would she be rejected again? Would she approve based on the false notion that he was only a pet to her? That he meant nothing?

Maybe it's for the better that things are as they are, but when he thinks of what humanity can be at its peak, all he can see is her. When he's gone all she can hope is that he comes back to her. It's so beautifully tragic.

[ashen-char]

I'm obsessed with the idea of ani joining in the conversations about partners and bringing reader up like "they never let me cook! which is sweet but i want to cook too!" or "they drool a lot when they sleep!" in a innocent way not thinking much about the fact the other girls are talking about their partners and she just started yapping about reader like they're together.

I just know the fact she always brings reader up in partner conversations makes them even more confused when ani drops the information she's married and it's NOT with reader, like they're happy for her but 'what does she mean she's not with reader??' Yes, they tease her and joke about it but they fr think there's something going on with those two.

reader likes to sit close to anora when she's playing, they're reading a book or doing something job/studies related, stuff like that. They just like being around her either they have her attention or not, they just feel this comfortable aura coming from anora whenever she's close, she's home. You'll giggle about her getting mad at villagers and then ani looks at you annoyed because 'you're suppose to be on my side!' and you're like 'sorry, got to a funny part on the book...' and you're reading the saddest and most tragic book ever.

I think later on reader introduces ani to one or two more violent games where she can kick people's asses! probably Mortal Kombat, she'll definitely play this type of games when a client/her boss pissed her off badly on that particular day and she needs to punch someone to calm down, even if it's on a video game it helps her a lot! But she likes more the cozy games like animal crossing, stardew valley, even the sims (her favourite is the sims 2 because of all the attention to detail the game has).

You once tried to make her play an horror game (resident evil, until dawn, silent hill, amnesia) and she tried it, she really did but after some time she was like 'nop! I'm done! put my animal crossing NOW!'

About ivan, like I said his parents are to blame for a big part of who he is today but he's 21 already and that's old enough to at least KNOW not to leave your wife alone when she's fighting for a future with you against 3 MEN DOUBLE HER SIZE! like if you care about her and her safety you either runaway with her or you stay there with her! That scene is what makes me think that anora cares about him but he doesn't care about her or at least not as much, you know?

YES! There's nothing wrong with wanting to have fun and be free, you don't have to be serious all the time like life's too short for that shit, but the fact he doesn't take anything serious, never thinks before doing a joke or just the way he treats people bellow him (maybe besides anora) lacks sense, maybe even empathy, like why yell as a joke at this staff member who's apologising already for not having the room ready because 1. THEY DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMING! and 2.BECAUSE IT WAS BEING USED!! it's a terrible joke, it can make that poor person lose their job if their superior happens to walk by, it lacks touch with reality too!

On the coke scene: if he had taken too much coke, mixed with the alchool and probably other drugs that shit could lead to his death or a coma! toros and garnick aren't stupid, they very likely know that ivan is using drugs and shit like that but if they don't know how much he has done/where he is how are they suppose to help him if it goes wrong? they are there to keep him alive, to keep him in line too, but mostly to keep his ass alive! You don't have to be serious 100% of your time but you also can't be 100% of your time acting like this petulant kid. ivan strikes me as someone who doesn't want to be treated like a kid and wants to be free but he hasn't shown any sense of responsibility to be able to take care of himself alone, like he can still have a kid spirit and be responsible AND sensible towards other people.

Oh i don't think he would even bother to ask anora about her past because like you pointed out he only calls her ani, she only started existing when ani did too. if ani did try to talk to him about it, open up about her past and stuff he wouldn't pay much attention, too distracted playing video games or on his phone. He would be like one of her friends boyfriends she heard so many complains about, you know?

it's a cute assumption but now I'm a little disgusted with it because of what I know... so embarrassing to me! i think with ivan she tried to keep it as much fairytale-ish as she could so she also tried to be a fairytale character, maybe because she felt the need she showed him her true self he would leave, while with igor she didn't want to/felt the need to put up a character, because he wouldn't leave since he understands her struggles.

I do agree that I prefer igor and ani over ivan and ani, like there's somehting more realistic about them, more personal and more 'honest-ish' for lack of a better word to express what I mean. I think ani needs someone a little more serious and responsible than ivan but also someone who can be carefree and I think if we had more time we could see igor being carefree around ani.

Anora only deserves the best and whatever or whoever that is I hope she's happy and at peace!

HELLO I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE THIS ASK FOR SO LONG it kept cutting off when i tried to answer on mobile (which i was restricted to at the hospital) and eventually i decided to leave it until after i actually watched anora and had more formed thoughts!

ani's got a good rapport with the girls at HQ (barring diamond obviously). with how they flocked to see the fight, i bet they're pretty nosy too, listening intently to pick up on clues of if reader and ani are together. they'd have bets on it. lulu (who's basically the captain of the reader x ani ship) would scoff if anyone said reader's just ani's best friend, offended because obviously she is ani's best friend thank you very much.

sometimes when lulu invites ani out after work, ani says that you two have plans, excitedly yapping about how she's planning to decorate your shared sims' house or the ccs she downloaded. and lulu has this knowing look, cause that's so domestic? sweet? calm? not something ani would find fun if you weren't the one showing it too her. like, lulu finds ani in their backstage/changing room area on her switch, doing her daily fruit foraging in her ACNH island, probably cussing out tom nook for upping the house fee when she JUST paid the last one off. lulu knows all of ani's smiles and the ones about you/something you showed her are different to her performance smiles, to her flirty customer service. they're even different from when she's bragging about what a catch ivan is, about his mansion or how much he likes her.

how much he likes her. never the other way around. any other girl would be half in love with how vanya splashes out his time, attention, and cash. even if ani hasn't realised it herself, it's because her heart's already occupied with reader. imagine ani being away for that first week, apologising over and over to reader cause they already made plans while you just tell her it's ok. and then the next two weeks of their marriage, ani was happy and swept up in the excitement but also... restless? missing you? she busied herself with polishing up her russian, in the lavish new wardrobe and new life. in the dark of night wondering when it'll make her as happy as a simple day with you.

ivan's actually pretty interesting now that all the clips have context. he didn't run to not be caught, but more so to take in all the fun he could before he was whisked back - hitting up all the clubs, getting so drunk he wouldn't worry anymore. he didn't even plan to leave ani, fully wanted her to run with him. it was more... "consequences? what are those? boringgg". didn't wanna talk about his family, didn't wanna hear a word of reprimand from his parents, considers anything that isn't having fun as unnecessary. and especially him thanking ani for making his last trip fun as if he didn't ask her to MARRY him, when she was sceptical in the first place and told him not to tease her! she made sure he was sincere multiple times and he strung her along, pure and simple, knowing his parents wouldn't let that happen. knowing that he wouldn't actually fight his parents for it/for them.

gonna write some thoughts on ivan on another post this is getting too long and tbh i was more focused on anora :P (basically he's all about freedom and even argues back when they make a comment about him possibly marrying a man). the marriage was a fantasy to him, as is america, it's a freedom he won't actually pursue at the end of the day. not when being under his parents' thumb is easier. him being treated like a child is actually a privilege. ani's only two years older and knows so much more of responsibilities, of what it takes to earn and own things, of consequences. all vanya has to do is simper and follow his mom, childishly asking if her clothes are from the new collection rather than listening to her beratement.

i feel like if the marriage didn't collapse because of his parents, it'd be whenever ani decides she's had enough of the partying or the smoking and watching him play games. he asks about her parents, and she even offers to let them meet or go meet her sister. she wants to go to disneyworld for their honeymoon. but vanya would be the same vanya. show up drunk and blazed, embarrassing her in front of her mom and stepdad (while she covers his ass and lies "oh i swear he's not always like this, he's just tired"). ruining her childhood dream by letting his friends crash their honeymoon and trash the cinderella suite. she'd realise that this isn't perfect, that it isn't sustainable. it's fun, yes, ivan was right that they'd probably still have fun together if he wasn't rich. but imagine them going through the paperwork of getting that green card, of her trying to make him take it seriously so he can stay. applying, appointments, providing papers and proof... vanya would groan and act like ani's dragging him to do this. and he'd offer ani hits from his bong like he did to klara, never thinking about if something's the right time.

to contrast a relationship where ani would have to be the mature one, ani is notably different with igor (obviously). even if not romantically, having someone there that she can freely bitch at, let out her tension on, that accepts her moods must feel freeing. all these masks she puts on, be that at the club, or the perfect wife for vanya/his family. she's got her barbs, she's allowed to be prickly and abrasive and say whatever comes to her head. igor will laugh it off. she softened near the end (not the end end, i'm sure there's a lot of thoughts on that) when she brought him that blanket. wordlessly sharing blunts or taking the cig from his mouth, smiling when he laughs at a joke she slung to hurt his feelings. he doesn't just take it either. he asks why she says these things about him, asserts that he isn't (a gopnik, a f-slur ass bitch, a drug dealer, a rapist etc), but doesn't get mad at her for it. when toros or galina says "no, that didn't happen", it's to shut ani up, to not listen, to prove that she doesn't have a say/doesn't have power in the situation. when igor says it, it's on equal grounds-that he had to because he was genuinely scared about ani and that he didn't want her to hurt herself. AND after apologising multiple times, rather than jumping to "i didn't hurt you". it was "you were never in danger of being harmed".

[strawberryfairi]

TR Guys + Their Types | HCS

Ran, Baji, Rindou, Hanma 💖 pt 1

⚜️Content: Black Girl Edition🤎 What I could see the guys' types being

RAN

~ I feel like he loves a fashionable girl, specifically that like rich girl style (loves to wear heels, dresses, sun hats, etc). ~ Loves a confident, self-assured woman (I could see him loving a woman that gives off Jessica Rabbit vibes, both style and attitude).

~Definitely loves the hard to get type (not PLAYING hard to get but she just literally is hard to get).

~She'll love luxurious things (vacations, restaurants, etc) and will never say no when he offers her one of those types of experiences. ~She'd also be very kind, maybe even mellow personality wise. Like she's very poised, calm, and well-spoken for sure.

~He'd love a talented woman too! I feel like he'd be shook at a vocalist! That speakeasy, jazz standard vocalist type vibe. A smooth, sultry voice (I imagine her singing Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered by Ella Fitzgerald and Ran's just watching like omg...I'm sat🧎🏻).

~Likes a girl that really likes to nap, and do homey activities! Spending quality time together being inside the house is a must or him! For example: Going out to dinner together somewhere beautiful and expensive then come home and just chill and cuddle together with a movie on until y'all fall asleep!

~I could see him absolutely LOVING and OBSESSING over a big afro! Like imagine this look: A gorgeous yellow sundress, white heels, and that gorgeous afro she created out of a braid out, picked out to perfection and framing her face elegantly. Again...he's sat🧎🏻

BAJI

~I could kind of see two different types of girls for Baji so Imma split this one:

TYPE 1:

~ PATIENT...as a mf! Like, she is not out here getting pissed about every little thing. It takes her a lot of pushing before she'd ever get as mad as Baji does about certain things.

~ She's soft spoken (not necessarily like a meek voice but just calm) yet confident, and has no problem correcting or telling anyone off, she's just not going about it like Baji.

~Very compassionate and values family (this goes for type 2 as well). Baji cares DEEPLY for his mom so naturally I feel like he'd gravitate towards a family girl.

~Definitely loves animals for sure. Like just any animal she's cool with, and they're cool with her. (Them adventurous type girls that'll ride elephants and like...idk touch a shark lol. That ain't me chile)

~I could lowkey see that like chill sense of style for her too. Like not nothing fancy with Ran but more everyday/cute casual wear.

~I think Baji would like (in either type) a locs goddess type of girl. Like something about a girl with locs for my boy Keisuke....he's sat 🧎🏻.

TYPE 2:

~ ZERO PATIENCE....like none. If she's set off all hell is breakin' lose chile. It's every natural disaster happening at the same time if someone makes them BOTH mad (just run...).

~Values family for sure.

~Loud, animated personality! The type of girl where you hear her before you see her coming.

~Does not like animals like that, but is willing to let him show her and maybe warm her up to different kinds of animals.

~I think he'd like the streetwear kinda style. The kind where she can dress it up or down depending on the day or outing, like maybe she'll add in some heels to jazz up the fit, you feel me?

RINDOU

~Like Ran, I think he'd love a talented woman! Art, music, etc, he'd really like that kind of thing!

~I could see Rin liking a cutesy girl for him! Like pink, skirts, just the stereotypical girly things.

~I think he'd love natural hair so much! Like he'd love to just sit and learn how she does it. She'd be the type to do her hair herself.

~He'd like a girl he can share memes and music playlists with!

~Will love a girl that likes to go out, and be taken out to dinners, clubs, etc. Just texts/calls her outta nowhere like "Get dressed nice babe, I'm taking you out"

~Likes a girl with a warm, velvety, low voice. That deep tone that comes across naturally sensual for no reason.

~I think he'd also like the kind of girl that acts a bit bratty just so he can put her in her place (if you know what I'm sayin' sksksksk)

~Since he's all flexible and whatnot, on his elastigirl type beat, he'd definitely like a girl that would be open to learning about stretches and workouts and things! Would for sure like a lil workout buddy.

~He'd like a girl that's good at communicating and being perceptive of other people.

HANMA

~I feel like Shuji likes a girl that acts like she doesn't like his corny jokes, slight chaos, and flirting but really does

~He'll like a funny girl for sure! Not necessarily cracking jokes 24/7, but she has a sense of humor!

~I think he'd like a girl that' loves adventures too. Hanma likes spontaneity so he'd probably gravitate towards a girl that loves doing random things out of the blue!

~Likes an "angelic" kind of girl. Super sweet, kind of innocent, super kind, and just not violent and crazy like him. Definitely can see him with a girl that'll reign that craziness on in (Like, "We can have fun but we ain't bouta be on all dat...")

~I feel like he'd like though, a bad biddie type of girl too. Like she intimidates guys that see her because she looks so beautiful. Comes across scary gorgeous but she's really not like that at all if they get the chance to know her.

~When it comes to her hair, I could see her being a versatile baddie. She'll be natural, wear wigs, get braids/locs, you just never know! She gon' eat whatever style she feels like at any given time!

~I feel like this will also play into her style too. Like she's the kinda girl that will be giving classy baddy one time, casual one day and streetwear another but she absolutely slays each and every aesthetic like it's her main one!

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 1/?

STORY 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26, PART 27, UPDATE

We're finally here! I hope this sequel makes you feel the same excitement the first one gave you. I know I'm excited.

To the new readers, please read STORY 1 first for better understanding of how we got to this point. Trust me, it's important plus! It's a pretty awesome prequel if I do say so myself.

To the readers who have been there since I posted part 1, I hope I make you proud too!

Let's go!

HOOK: A LUCIFER CENTRIC AU - AO3

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Previously:

A powerful explosion lit up the sky. The sky split in two and fire appeared high and wide over Pride. At that moment, everyone became so hot that they couldn't bear it, as if their whole body was on fire. They wanted to rip their skin off just to get a sense of relief but then the sky shut closed. A strong thump was heard by every demon in the vicinity and then they were all thrown a few meters.

It felt like an eternity before Charlie and the others could get their bearings. Those that didn't get knocked out went outside, once there, they see Lucifer far up in the sky, holding up a flaming sword. The signature pentagram of the city has been fractured by whatever happened and demons all around were either hurt or unconscious.

Charlie: Dad!

Charlie calls out to her dad but he doesn't acknowledge her. His gaze never leaving Heaven, as if he's seeing something that no one else can.

A screen locked on Hell zooms out as the machine's voice rang out 'target disengaged'.

An angel looking similarly to Lucifer, except there's blue tints on the spots where Lucifer had reds, was looking down at Hell pulling back a large, golden gun. They blew the smoke residue and sighed.

Michael: Hello, Lucifer... Still causing trouble, I see.

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Lucifer lands on the now burnt soil of Pride trying to keep his composure calm as those who were not knocked out by the blast panic once again.

His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles strained against the skin, teeth grinding together like stones. He tightens his grip on Lightbringer, knuckles whitening.

'Damn it, Michael!'

In his pure anger, his body moves on its own. Lucifer swung his arm back, Lightbringer's flames tracing a graceful arc through the air. He pivots his back foot and-

How dare Michael! How dare he attack Hell, endanger his home, his family, HIS DAUGHTER!

Before he could launch his sword at Heaven, at Michael, in retaliation, a mass of assorted colors grabs his arms and blocks his view.

It was the Sins.

Lucifer: Let go.

Lucifer lets out a wave of power, they faltered a bit but none released their hold or moved.

Satan: We- shit! We can't do that.

Mammon: Mate, don't do something I would definitely do.

Asmodeus: Stop, Lucifer. this will only make things worse. We'll come up with a plan but we can't afford setting off a war right now!

They're trying to reason with their King but Lucifer's eyes are still looking through them.

Lucifer: I'm not the one who started this.

Beelzebub: We know, babe! But! You're getting pissed off more than Satan over here on a normal day. It's not a cute look.

Satan: Hey!

Belphegor: Ozzie is right.

Leviathan: Calm down, Luci.

He was about to shake them off and continue what he was about to do until-

Charlie: Dad!

And just like that Lucifer's anger recedes. He slumps a little into the Sins' holds and calls back Lightbringer.

Charlie and the hotel residents were the first to reach him, he can feel his daughter's hands all over him checking for any injuries as the others worry about what happened. And what the fuck was that?? Was that Heaven??

He was about to say something when they were suddenly blinded by flashes and a bunch microphones being shoved at his face. His family were screaming obscenities for the press to back the fuck up.

'How did they get here so fast?'

Reporter 1: -Your Majesty! Can you tell us what was that??

Reporter 2: -Lucifer, over here! Was that a direct attack from Heaven?

Reporter 3: -Does it have anything to do with what happened in Sloth?

Reporter 4: -Lucifer! Lucifer! Does this mean a war with Heaven is about to happen??

Reporter 5: -Sire, the Pentagram symbol above is destroyed! Is that a barrier? If so, do we not have any protection against Heaven anymore?

Reporter 6: -Are you any match for Heaven's higher forces?

Questions after questions. It doesn't stop even with the threat of the Sins.

'Too loud. Too noisy. ShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutup SHUT UP!'

He looks directly at the group vultures, letting Roo's attributes surface more.

Lucifer: Fall.

The noise stops and the next moment the demons around them fell to the ground fast asleep.

Not even Charlie berated him for using that ability against their will.

Lucifer: Alright. Why don't we talk inside?

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I feel like the start of my AUs are always short but I hope y'all will support me again 'til the end!

Read STORY 1 here!

[theaawalker]

Only Fools Fall in Love | Steddie Imagine

Pairing: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Song Inspo: Andrew by Ben Platt Word Count: 2,574 Summary: Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington. Neither of them want to address it for various reasons. They're just two idiots in love. Warnings: angst, slowburn Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

After defeating Vecna and barely escaping the upside down, Steve knew his life was never going to be the same again. He no longer had the pleasure of being blissfully unaware of the darkness that surrounded Hawkins. He knew about the creatures that lurked in the shadows. Knew how powerful they were and the amount of damage they had caused to their little town, how many lives were lost in the mix of creatures that were never supposed to exist.

They were supposed to be fiction, stories told to kids to keep them in their homes at certain times, to scare them into staying safe and not wondering into the forest alone at night. Unfortunately, those things were very real, too real for Steve's liking.

Some days he wished to be one of those dense high school kids who only cared about their reputation and didn't know what was happening in the world around them. He wished to be like the old Steve, the one who only cared about hooking up, parties and Nancy Wheeler. He loved her in a way he never thought he could love; she awakened something in him that he didn't know existed. Then she was ripped out of his life without even the slightest warning, she left him, she didn't love him. She said it was all bullshit. They were bullshit.

He knew now that she was right about it all, they were bullshit. Neither of them were ready or mature enough for a relationship, they were too different, too young and too foolish. Nancy was better with Jonathan, they had bonded over their trauma and Steve was jealous at first, but after seeing that massive smile on her face, he knew that she had exactly who she needed. It stung, seeing them together, they were everywhere he went, and he hated it. So, he went to parties and got piss drunk to forget and occasionally he stopped by that disgusting trailer park to buy from Eddie Munson.

Eddie "The Freak" Munson was the best dealer in town, he always had a fixed supply unlike some of the other idiots who couldn't keep up with the demand. Steve didn't necessarily like Eddie that much, he was too loud, too dramatic, too all over the place and too different. He was what Steve never could be, unapologetically different.

He never apologized for being who he was, he never cared what anyone thought or said about him. In fact, he played into it, he wore the term 'Freak' like a badge of honor and used it to scare off any potential threats. It worked most of the time, while people found him annoying, they never did anything to psychically stop him.

That irritated Steve even more. Eddie got away with being himself. Steve wished he could just exist without the fear of getting judged or trampled on. So, he worked his way up the high school ranks and became King Steve, someone everybody wanted to be or be with. None of it was true though, he was never a king. He was never any of the things they made him out to be, well except a douche. He was definitely a douche.

So now, two years after graduating high school, he had finally accepted that life was never going to be easy for him. He would never get to be his true self in front of everyone, he would never get to show the real Steve to all of Hawkins. He'd probably get beaten up or killed for it to be fair.

"Hey dingus" Robin's voice broke through his train of thought, "stop staring into space, we've got customers to attend to."

He shot her a glare before turning to the customer at the register who was returning some of the tapes she rented. His face softened when he saw the girl staring at him nervously.

"Sorry about that," he stated, "will you be renting anything else today, or just returning?"

The girl shrugged, twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger, "I haven't decided yet, I still have to have a look. Any suggestions?"

"Uh... Fire With Fire seems to be a hit right now, it's in the romance section"

"Are you into romance?" She asked in what he assumed was supposed to be a flirty voice.

He shrugged, "not really. I just watch whatever, but I've heard it's a good movie." He turned to Robin and smirked, "Rob and I are actually going to watch it together tonight."

A deep red blush covered the girl's cheeks at the thought of flirting with a taken man, "I'm so sorry, I have no idea."

Steve waved her off, "it's okay, happens to the best of us."

Robin scowled at him as the customer scurried away after deciding that she definitely wasn't going to rent Fire With Fire now. She thanked them and nearly ran out of the store.

"Really Steve. Using me as your repellant. Usually, you manage to get rid of the girls just be being yourself." she teased before going to the back and adding another strike under the 'You Suck' column.

Steve sat on the counter and watched her return from the break room, he wanted to tell her the truth, but he has been struggling to get the words out for the last year. It was scary being open like this, having someone know everything about you was terrifying and he didn't want it to change anything between them. She was his best friend and he loved her. He didn't want this stupid shit to come between them, he didn't want to lose the one person who understood him the best.

Losing Nancy was hard but losing Robin would probably kill him, she was his biggest support and he truly appreciated and cherished their friendship. What started out as a stupid crush on his coworker quickly turned into the most meaningful friendship he has ever had. The possibility of losing that scared him more than the monsters they faced over the last three years.

"Steve. Seriously what's up?" Robin spoke up again, a concerned look on her face, "you've been spacing out all day and you keep getting this look on your face that looks like you want to do something stupid and it's freaking me out. Are you okay? Is it Vecna? Is he still alive? Is it me? Oh god. Did I do something to make you hate me and now you want to quit your job and move away and never see me again. You've probably already packed to leave and now you're trying to think of a way to break it to m–"

"Robin, breathe. God. I'm not going anywhere" he cut her off, "I've just got a lot on my mind, and it doesn't have anything to do with Vecna or the upside down or any of that crazy shit. I'm just trying to figure out a few things."

She nodded "sorry. I got a little carried away."

They shared a laugh before going silent again, a comfortable air settling between them as they got back to work. It was a relatively quiet day in Family Video, so they didn't really do much and soon their shift came to an end and Steve got ready to lock up while Robin waited in his car.

"Hey Harrington, fancy seeing you here" he heard a familiar voice pipe up behind him.

"I work here Eddie" he said flatly.

Eddie tsked, "I'm well aware of that Stevie, I was just being courteous."

"Stevie?" He questioned.

He and Munson became kind of friends after the whole Upside Down incident. Watching Eddie nearly bleed to death made him realize that he came to like Eddie in the short time they spent together. He learnt a lot about the guy while running away from Vecna and the enraged townspeople who believed that Eddie was a satanic murderer.

The stakes were high but somehow Eddie always managed to inject humor into every situation to make it feel a lot less intense. He had a way of making people comfortable around him, of making them feel at ease. It was surprising yet welcomed at the time and watching him so close to death made the entire gang realize how much Eddie Munson truly meant to them.

He was one of them now, a part of the club, a trusted member. So, it wasn't weird for him to be here, speaking to Steve.

"Well Stevie, I figured since we escaped death together and kicked Vecna's tentacle ass we're basically friends now. There's nothing wrong with giving your friend a nickname now is there, Steve? "

Eddie had that wide eyed look on his face, the one that made Steve squirm in place, his stare was always intense. Steve felt as if he was staring into his soul, trying to unravel every dark secret locked up inside of him. Yet the casual smile on his face said the opposite, it contradicted his beady eyes in the best way possible. The perfect balance of intense and soft, which was exactly how Steve would describe Eddie.

He cleared his throat, trying his best to ignore the slight warmth in his cheeks, "uh. Sure. Yeah. Stevie... I like it"

Eddie chuckled at his flustered state, "I actually came by to invite you and Robin to a movie night at my place. Tomorrow at 7, don't be late Harrington."

Steve watched him walk off without waiting for a response, and while he tried to mill over everything Eddie said, he only managed to get stuck on the fact that Eddie referred to him as 'Harrington' again. He wasn't sure why it upset him that much, it was his surname after all, but after being called Stevie, hearing his last name out of Eddie's lips no longer sounded right.

He wanted to be called Stevie. He wanted Eddie to call him Stevie every day, because the way he said it made his stomach do the slightest flip. The way he drawled it out in that raspy voice of his, made it sound so much better than it would sound if anyone else said it. He wanted to be Eddie's Stevie.

That thought stumped him, because he had never thought of another guy like that. He never felt that happy to hear a guy give him a nickname. But to be fair, Eddie Munson wasn't just another guy. He was different. Special.

Tuesday came rolling around and Steve was on edge the entire day, he had hung out with Eddie before, but this somehow felt different. So much so that he was nervous and jittery the entire day and Robin teased him about it at every chance she got.

"It's just a movie, Steve, why are you freaking out?" She questioned, "We hung out with Eddie before, and you always enjoyed it. You know better than anyone else, that he's not what the town makes him out to be."

"I know that, Rob. That's not the issue, it's just different this time and I don't know how to explain it. Like it's been a year since all that crazy shit happened and I'm still adjusting to having Eddie around more."

"Do you not want to hang out with him anymore?" she moved around the store sorting tapes while they spoke.

"No!" he said louder than he meant to. "No... I like hanging out with Eddie, he's fun. It just feels different. I don't know how to explain it."

"Well, you have all the time in the world to figure it out. Now that the world isn't ending anymore you can think about whatever it is you're feeling and deal with it when you're ready."

He nodded; she was right. There was no rush to figure his stupid thoughts out, all he had to do was get through tonight. He was nervous for some reason and kept wondering who would be there, would Eddie have invited Nancy and Jonathan as well?

He didn't know if he wanted an answer to that question right now. Being unaware was a blessing in certain situations.

Steve stepped into Eddie's new trailer and settled down beside Robin, a smile plastered on his face as he turned to Nancy and Jonathan who were squeezed together on a love seat. The government helped clear Eddie's name and gave him and his uncle a brand-new trailer in a more reserved side of town. It was bigger and it was fully furnished so it quickly became their hang out when they wanted to escape reality for a bit.

Steve raised a brow at Robin when Vickie made her way into the trailer after them.

"Did you know she was coming?"

Robin leaned closer and whispered her response, "yeah. I invited her. Hope you don't mind?"

Steve shrugged, "of course I don't mind. I'm glad you finally upped your game, Rob." He teased.

"Shut up. You can't even get a date." She bit back, motioning for him to scoot over so Vickie could squeeze in the seat beside her.

Eddie came back into the room with beers for everyone and a few rolled up joints, he passed the beers around and sat next to Steve.

"Hope you don't mind our medicinal addition, it helps mellow us out a bit" he said to Vickie, a charming smile on his face.

Steve felt a tinge of jealousy shoot up within him when Vickie giggled and told him she didn't mind at all. It was stupid of him to get jealous over something that simple, but he managed to convince himself that he was only pissed because Eddie shouldn't be putting moves on Robin's date.

Eddie noticed the look on Steve's face, his brows all scrunched and the slightest pout to his lips. He looked adorable, like an angry kitten, Eddie wanted to kiss that stupid little pout away.

He always had a slight crush on Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Who didn't? Steve was hot, with his perfect hair, those big brown eyes, that amazingly toned body and that gorgeous smile that he flashed Eddie with whenever Eddie teased him too much. Steve was perfect and Eddie struggled daily to keep his feelings in check. He didn't want their blossoming friendship to fall apart simply because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Plus falling for straight men was a big no in the Munson doctrine so he had to stick to his rules and keep whatever playful banter they had going on extremely platonic.

Although a little teasing never hurt and seeing Steve blush was always worth it, so he leaned forward and whispered, "Is that jealousy I'm detecting? Wipe that pout off your face. Vickie's got nothing on you, big boy."

Steve felt his face heat up and bit back the smile that threatened to pull at his lips. His stomach did an entire back flip at the tone of Eddie's voice. The hairs on his neck stood up as his breath hit his skin. His entire body went rigid as the words big boy slipped out of Eddie's mouth again. This was the first time Eddie had said it since the upside down and somehow it felt more intense now, it felt different.

Eddie Munson would be the death of him and based off the smug smirk on his face, he definitely knew what he was doing.

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[chasedeys]

i can't link it but I'm still thinking about your tags on the post about ja'marr reassuring evan that he'll be there for him no matter what 🥺 and how ja'marr's comments always get taken out of context and made to seem worse. and how ja'marr seemed to take a dig at evan in that post-game interview, but did he mean it like that?? or was he just saying shit frustrated after a loss! and i'm thinking about ja'marr maybe seeing that going around, seeing what people are implying. and how he DOES love evan, how that's been his guy since they were rookies together almost 4 years ago! and like!! do we think he went out of his way to reassure evan this week, because he didn't want him thinking that he's just throwing that friendship away after a few bad games (we KNOW how much friendships mean to ja'marr 😭)

anyway. just felt like yapping in your inbox. have a lovely day <3

:((((((( as you can see i got incredibly into my feelings regarding the whole ja'marr and evan thing 😭

i can't even begin to figure out why he replied the evan question with the big bucks thing sigh. his face when they mentioned the two missed kicked goals :(((( man was most definitely beyond pissed at himself and the entire play-calling and missed fgs and defense etc that he actually called out the play-calling and getting asked about the missed fgs probably pissed him off even more 😭 like 'yeah evan did miss those kicks fuck' and maybe reminded that evan did get extended ahead of him (probably got brought up during the discussions with the fo tbh) and his mouth ran faster than his brain or he just didn't even bother thinking about it at all because he was so pissed that he just blurted it out.

i highly doubt he meant it as cruelly as people think he did though. he's just the type of person to be straight up when you're playing shit (proven btw with him needling evan's missed kicks that one mic'ed up training moment). he loves evan, they were THE 2021 rookies extraordinaire who were undeniably one of the main reasons they made it to the super bowl! he knows exactly what evan is capable of, 'he knows to make those kicks', mentioning he got paid could also possibly be a reminder to everyone that they did extend him for a reason!! that he's proven many times before he's clutch, the amount of times he's won them important games from his game-winning kicks!! but again this is all speculation who knows what goes on inside ja'marr's head and i don't actually know him lmao.

no idea if evan approached ja'marr or the other way around but it's nice to read that they did talk after the entire shitshow!! ja'marr throwing his full support for evan :(( 'have the sort of relationship where they’re comfortable needling each other about mistakes' very obviously having joked around before on their mistakes but the one last week seemed to have broke their little friendship bubble and taken to the fucking grinder by the public so they had to do some good old fashioned reassurance. the way evan said ja'marr said would always be there for him 😭 oh shut up that's cute as hell.

ja'marr complicated mess of a man with big feelings and incapable of keeping his mouth shut at times 😔 i think ja'marr is just....incredibly blunt with his words 😭 had like 6 mandatory pr training in his life and walked away with nothing but 'don't cuss in front of the cameras so help me' and even then his impulse control is....shit.....and probably learned more from real life experiences than any actual trainings. (incredibly cute when he fails to keep his mouth clean though like that time when he cursed about d-lines shit cleats (look at tee's face at ja'marr's little oop and look around!!!!) or that 'always open' comment where he followed up with 'excuse my profanity' (incredibly attractive tbh))

and it just pissesss meee offfffff when his locker room quotes post loss (when he's in his feelings, when he's trying to defend himself, when they're obviously baiting him for a shitty soundbite to get taken out of context when he's never fully mastered how to pr talk and probably never will) gets clipped and shared around all these sports accounts and gets added clickbait captions that just make him seem like a shit teammate or a shit friend or a shit player who is just unsportsmanlike?? and when his thursday (??friday???) solo pressers gets clipped and posted they comment shit like 'i didn't know he was so funny' or 'never seen him smiling like this' or 'surprised he isn't bitching about something' like excuse me?? that's from the narrative you 🫵 put out yourselves 😭😭 so it's a good thing he has those pressers and gets asked these light hearted questions where he can joke around with the reporters who aren't hounding him after a shitty loss!!

and he's always been so blunt with words, words things in ways that can be taken out of context very easily by the public (its just who he is as a person okay 😭 like look at all those quotes about joe...) and the only way to stop people from running with the shit he says at times is basically to just lie his ass off (bless him. though the madden lies still confuse me. i think he just forgot tbh.) or just say 'i don't know' and clamp up (good on him tbh. do you think he's ever gonna have a little 'im here so i dont get fined' marshawn lynch moment). essentially though it's very much a ja'marr chase get behind me 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 kind of deal for me <3

and i mentioned malik (the qrt askfjkjfj truly fascinating how nearly all star wr1s are like this tbh) lmao people have commented absolute crap about him taking lessons from ja'marr in a very much /derogatory way but let me take things from a way more lighthearted point of view and say wow 😭😭 that's exactly a ja'marr fucking chase locker room interview special /full of love and joy and fondness. the gum chewing, the 'i don't knows', telling them to ask his coach, the absolute terrible choice of words 😭😭😭 my fondness for malik nabers has gone exponentially up i fear. he didn't even walk his shit back after this on his next interviews!! adore him <3

and thank you!!!!! i had a lovely day of voting mayoral elections and sleeping all day lol. i hope you have a lovely day too 🥰🫶

[carminewill]

this is my very rough and ugly chart for main militant dynamics in AiB live action show, By all means feel free to use this for reference or ask me any questions. HERE I'm going to elaborate in regards to my muses but very well may talk about some additional ones.

OBVIOUSLY Aguni is the leader, and all the militants follow him. But what is interesting is that there's a split within the group if the militants aren't all moving as one. We have a squad that is primarily with Aguni and then we have a squad that is almost always with Niragi. Takeya and Noriko are both primarily in Aguni's group while Saiko is always with Niragi.

Niragi is more a DE-FACTO second-in-command as we don't get any canon remark that he is the second, but he definitely operates as such and Aguni doesn't seem to mind. Now within his group, we have Saiko, Jun, and then two unnamed. SAIKO is clearly the leader out of those 4 and might be because she seems to have a VERY SIMILAR to Niragi. She's rather violent and seems to enjoy inflicting harm or mocking others, considering she was grinning and taunting Tatta on purpose just to piss him off and didn't even seem bothered when she was getting punched. Also during the assault scene, she can be seen checking Niragi's reactions & mood compared to the other 3 who are just focused on doing what their told. She's typically looking at Niragi a lot or sharing looks in some of the crowd scenes, like rolling their eyes when Ann tries to keep the peace, and she's the first to start shooting. Plus, she also seems to be the HUNTING DOG of the group, sent to find people while Jun & the glasses guy seem to be the ones who physically drag people to where they're supposed to be. and idk about the striped girl. She's simply obedient and chooses to stick with that team. Glasses guy seems to be the LEAST CERTAIN//LOYAL as he does question Niragi's orders for the 10 of hearts and subsequently gets shot in the chest by Niragi. Jun also questions loyalty after the Aguni reveal of wanting to just kill beach people. SAIKO on the other hand seems 100% fine and she doesn't even move when Niragi goes berserk. ( Interestingly none of the gunfire goes her way either. she's just a niragi supporter what can i say. )

Then we have Aguni's main team. Which is Takeya, Noriko, surfer-guy, breakdown guy, and tiger stripe guy. Aguni's team in general is less violent in general up till the 10 of hearts. Noriko does seem to appear with Saiko at times though, both choosing to be near each other in th initial appearance scenes as well as the Arisu getting caught time. Surfer guy and Takeya are almost always together. They primarily stick with Aguni but DID help with catching Arisu & tying him up after Chishiya set Arisu up to fail. It's the only time though, as they otherwise seem to go rigth back with Aguni. However, all except Noriko expression either initial fear & hesitation to start killing in the 10 of hearts game (i.e. tiger shirt guy and blonde breakdown) or regret during/after but resigned that it's too late (Takeya & the surfer guy). There's no real HIERARCHY within this team like there seems to be with Niragi's, at least to some degree. All 5 in this team seem to operate at the same level with no distinct differences in how they interact among each other.

And Last Boss...honestly he's just doing his own thing. He doesn't seem to have a set dynamic or situation. Shows up when it's the 3 of them but otherwise he seems to be off on his own. Like i said, this isn't the prettiest chart but it is a rough idea of how it seems to be & some quick notes.

[sandcobangevent]

Ghost of a Christmas present

by @annoyingcat413 and @itsnobodysproblem

1 December 2024 - 23:47 - 24 days till Christmas

They stumble together up the stairs. He’s giggling, leaning his weight on Sherlock, who is barely holding back a smile.

“It’s not even that funny.”

“He just dropped it… Fries and all.” 

He sighs, contented, then starts laughing again as he remembers the poor guy’s distraught expression. 

He tries to calm down, once they're in front of the door. He breathes out, wipes away a tear, and searches his pockets. He finds the key and, with one last pat on the arm, lets go of Sherlock. He stabs at the keyhole, twice.

“Do you want me to open that?”

He is considerably steadier than John.

“Nah, I’m fine, I just-” He stops. Positions the key with the concentration of a safecracker. And… In it goes. “Hey-heyy! See?”

“Very good, Watson.”

“Thank you.”

He unlocks the door and opens it. The warm light of the hallway falls onto the floor, and he can see the dust swirling around in the air. He almost doesn’t notice the red card on the floor. Maybe if he didn’t concentrate so much with the key, he wouldn’t have. One of those ‘Sorry we missed you’ things. Might be Sherlock’s gift.

He steps in, covering the paper with his shoe. He holds the door open, leaning on it - he doesn’t really need it, but it’s a reason to stay in the same spot. Sherlock shuffles in, flicks on the light and turns around while taking his coat off. John pushes the paper under the cabinet behind him. It’s out of sight before Sherlock notices, and now he can close the door. 

It might not be the gift, anyway. He doesn’t remember the ETA but it was definitely later in the month.

He’ll go check it out tomorrow.

Sherlock’s gone to the kitchen. 

“Whatcha doing?”

“Water.”

“...doin’ water,” he mumbles, dragging his feet into the living room. The couch beckons to him. He sits down, closes his eyes, then realizes that sitting down is not gonna cut it, actually, so he lets himself slump down to his side. The microphone bothers him now, so he blindly sets it on the coffee table.

“He’s doin’ water, listeners. If this ever becomes relevant for any case…”

“Yes, I’m sure they would be thrilled to listen to your drunken mumblings. Again.”

“Hm. Piss off.”

He hears Sherlock’s steps, closer and closer. John doesn’t open his eyes, but when the steps stop he could swear that Sherlock is right next to the couch.

“Watson.”

“Mmmhh?”

Two more steps. A tap on his shoulder. John sighs and cracks an eye open.

Sherlock’s holding out a glass of water.

“Yeah…” He props himself in an elbow and takes it. “Thanks, mate.”

“You’re welcome.”

He drinks half of it, sets it on the table, and slumps back down. Sherlock taps him on the shoulder again.

“You should go to bed.”

Oh, but he just lied down…

“Mmmh.”

“You’ll regret it in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’ll go. In a minute.”

Some seconds pass, and he hears no steps going away.

“Y’know, I don’t actually mean 60 seconds.”

“You should. You’re already half-asleep.”

“Nah. Just resting my eyes for a bit.”

Silence. Then, “If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I won’t fall asleep.”

2 December 2024 - 12:34 - 23 days till Christmas

Sherlock shakes him awake.

“Case!”

“Wha-” He opens his eyes, and the light hits him right in the face. “Ughh. Jeez… What?”

“There’s a case! A client. Downstairs.”

“Ah.” 

He presses his palms to his eyes. 

“Alright, mate, just give me a second…”

Sherlock pulls the blanket off him.

“Hey!”

“Come on. It’s not like you have to change out of your pyjamas.”

He’s right. He’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes. He vaguely, vaguely remembers Sherlock trying to convince him to go to bed.

He sits up and reaches for the half-empty glass. The water tastes dusty.

“Ugh.”

His neck hurts.

That’s what he gets for sleeping without a pillow. At least he had a-

Oh.

He doesn’t remember his blanket being there.

“Why are you smiling?”

“I just am.”

“...right.”

He holds out a hand, impatiently. John takes it and Sherlock pulls him to his feet.

His head protests to the sudden movement. He covers his eyes with one hand and holds on to Sherlock's shoulder with the other.

“Christ, my head…”

Feels like he banged his brain to the front of his skull.

Sherlock just pats him on the shoulder.

Fair enough.

It’s his own damn fault.

They both drank, sure, but one of them knew when to stop.

“I could go alone”, Sherlock suggests after a while.

No. They’re a team. And it’s not like he’s sick.

“No. No, I’m ok.”

“Good.”

John takes the mic from the coffee table. He hesitates. There's something… Something else. Something he should do.

“You can have your coffee downstairs.”

“Right. Yeah, alright. Let’s go then.”

21 December 2024 - 11:39 - 4 days till Christmas

The door opens just as John finishes his sandwich. He thinks it’s Mariana, for a second. Just before breakfast, she complained that she kept procrastinating on sorting ‘a mountain of paperwork’, and John hesitantly offered to help. She refused - John only detected a small hint of ‘you’re too incompetent for this’ - but did ask him to keep her company so she’d feel peer-pressured to start. He said he’ll be down ‘in a minute’. 

The door slams. 

Not Mariana, then.

“Heyy!” He greets, and exits the kitchen. “Look who’s ba-”

“No, stay where you are!”

John stops just before catching sight of the hallway.

“O-ok? Why? Are you alright?”

“Yes, Watson. Perfectly fine, thank you.”

He sounds fine, happy even. But why’s he being weird?

There’s some shuffling, then a cabinet door slams shut.

“Alright!”

John enters the hallway. He squints at Sherlock, who’s leaning on the small cabinet, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing. I thought you were downstairs, with Mrs Hudson?”

“I’m on my way now.”

He looks at the cabinet, then at Sherlock again. He’s trying - and failing - to suppress a smile.

John’s eyes widen.

“Is it my gift?”

“No,” he answers without missing a beat.

“It is, isn’t it?” John beams, excited, and Sherlock stops trying to hide his smile.

“Alright, yes, it is. But I’m not showing it to you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it... Though, you did make me curious. You’re looking rather proud of yourself.” 

“I do think I've made a good choice.”

“Can’t wait to see it then. And, for the record, I think I’ve made a good choice, too. I’m o-” He stops himself before making a pun that would give it away. “Erm. Yeah. Think you’ll really like it.”

Sherlock’s smile widens.

“Alright.”

“Alright. Well, I’m off.”

His smile slowly fades, on his way down. He does wonder... It’ll be here before Christmas, right? The ETA said it would, before the 23rd if he remembers correctly. 

Still. His chest feels a bit tighter than a minute ago.

Mariana opens the door.

She asks him what’s wrong within the minute.

He shrugs, and tells her.

“I mean, it should be here in the next two days, but… I dunno. Cutting a bit close.”

“Well, you should’ve ordered it sooner.”

“I did! In November!”

She throws him a confused look.

“It’s from Etsy. Uh, eBay. No- Yes.”

“Ah.” 

She nods sagely.

“Only one seller had what you wanted?”

“Yup.”

“Far away?”

“Yup.”

“Did you choose the cheapest shipping option?”

John doesn't answer.

“Ay, Dios…”

“It said before 23!”

“Ok. Ok. Um. It should have a tracking number. Open your email.”

John fiddles with his phone. 

Mariana waits around 30 seconds.

“What is taking so long?”

“Just have to log in…”

Mariana makes several faces - and noises - of disbelief.

“It’s a… An old account,” he explains. “The one connected to… Uh. eBay.”

He remembers what is wrong with his password.

“Ohh. With a zero… I always forget.”

And he’s in.

“Hey-Hey! It’s here!”

“It is?”

“Yeah!” He taps on the screen. “Hmm-hmm… Arrived at your local delivery office… Pick it up unti-”

He stares at the date. His smile slowly fades away.

“Oh, John…” she says, in her please-tell-me-you-didn’t voice. “Until?”

“...the 19th.”

She buries her face in her hands.

“You’re such an idiot.”

He is. 

He should’ve checked.

“But it was supposed to be door-delivery. And I didn't-”

Then he remembers. The red card he’d pushed under the cabinet. 

“Oh…”

He forgot.

Just like that.

If he didn’t drink so much that night…

“No. No, maybe… Maybe if I call them? I- I mean it can’t have gotten that far. In two days?”

“You can try, but…”

She shakes her head.

He does try. He calls, explains, offers to pay the transport again but the best he gets is a polite “There’s nothing we can do.” 

That, and the suggestion to order again, this time with express shipping.

It’s just the one item. 

He didn’t find it anywhere else.

There’s no way he can re-order it in time.

It’s gone.

Four days till Christmas and he’s got no present for Sherlock. 

He covers his mouth with one hand. 

“No... I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid. I saw the thing, the delivery… form… thing, but I- I was drunk, and then there was a case and…”

And he forgot, and didn’t remember for almost three weeks. Barely even thought about it at all. Until today.

He plopps himself on Mariana’s couch.

“I’m an idiot. I forgot . Just… And- I mean, screw forgetting about that card, I didn't even think to check my mail. I- I barely even thought about it at all.”

The most important person in his life, and he couldn’t even be bothered to check on his Christmas present.

“I’m a bad friend.”

“Ok, woah.” Mariana sits up straighter. “You’re not-”

“I am.”

“John…”

“I mean, how- How? How do I not think- How did I not remember-”

“Ok. Stop. Seriously. Calm down.”

He shuts up. Mariana tries to get him to face her, so he does. He must look just as bad as he’s feeling -  she’s making the same face she made when seeing a video of a three-legged puppy the other day.

“John… Yeah, you… You’ve been kinda dumb about this. But you’re not a bad friend. If you were, you wouldn’t even care that much. Right now.”

Maybe. Maybe not bad. But still not good enough.

“I guess…”

“And you know he won’t hold it against you.”

“I know...”

“Just get him something else. Er. Maybe a scarf?”

“A scarf ??” He scoffs, dejection turned to indignation. “Yeah, sure, ‘there you go Sherlock, my best friend, person who changed my life for the better, don't know where I'd be without you, there you go, Merry Christmas, it’s a scarf I got from Primark!’”

“Nobody mentioned Primark.”

“Not the point!”

“Fine, then, a book.”

John hesitates. He does like books. Well, certain books. But…

“No. It’s… That’s a very ‘I was invited to my classmate's birthday party’ gift.”

Mariana raises an eyebrow, amused.

“Should I be offended?”

“You’re a nerd, you love getting books.”

She shrugs.

“Eh. True.”

She considers something for a moment.

“And… If it helps. I had this really good friend whom- to whom I’ve only ever gifted books, for her birthday. But I would write… Sort of… Like a little dedication, on the first page, but in the style of the book? There was one that sounded like a ransom letter, one like a prophe…cy. Stop looking at me like that! She liked them.” 

“Was she a huge nerd, too?”

“Absolutely.”

They both chuckle.

John’s smile fades quickly.

Sure, he'll get him something else. But…

“I told him he’s gonna love it. What I got him.”

“Why would you do that.”

“Because! It was… Y’know. I was excited.”

He tells Mariana about the encounter. 

“Alright, now I’m curious. What was it?”

John crosses his arms.

“Not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll either think it’s stupid or call me an idiot again because it was perfect. And… I’m frustrated enough as it is. Don’t wanna think about it anymore.”

Mariana raises her hands in surrender.

“Alright. Fine. Keep your secrets.”

He drums his fingers on the armrest.

“Last year I got him the perfect gift and I’d only known him for three months. Even less.”

He can’t have a worse gift this year. An impersonal one. Something you could gift practically anyone.

“I don’t know, John. It’s a bit late for something… Not basic.”

“Yeah. I know.”

What could he find in 4 days?

21 December 2024 - 15:12 - 4 days till Christmas

The mall is full of people trying to get their Christmas shopping done. Some are filling their carts with food, others with Christmas lights and tinsel and reindeer figurines. Others, idiots like him, are still browsing for some present or other. An old lady comparing two pyjama models, a middle-aged guy scratching his head in front of the toy aisle, a young man picking out some make-up- Make-up? For Christmas??

John shakes his head.

Some people.

Well. He’s probably not in the best position to be judgy right now.

He walks around with his hands in his pockets and a look of utter defeat on his face.

Nothing’s good enough.

There’s a coat, warm and soft and pretty. But he has enough coats.

He could always buy him a puzzle. There’s some with 2000 pieces. But the pictures don’t impress him much, and none would really go with Sherlock's room.

The unidentified Christmas carol blaring from the speakers fades and another song starts playing. John barely holds back a groan.

“Hello, listeners,” he starts in a sweet voice. “If you're wondering what that sound is- You're really, really lucky.”

Too harsh?

“Eh. Alright, that's a bit- Cuz it's a great song, really, but I've heard it- This is the 23rd time I've heard it this week alone . Yeah. Not even exaggerating- I counted.”

He stares at a snowglobe for a couple seconds. 

No. He could get anyone a snowglobe.

“It's gotta be a form of torture, right? Every single year, as early as Nov- Actually as early as October! Boom. There she is. The Ghost of Christmas Present. Cuz it's- Cuz- Yeah. Why not Past? I hear you ask. Well. That's gotta be Last Christmas, surely. I mean, it’s in the name.”

He thinks for a couple seconds.

“…Dunno what Christmas Future would be. Ehh. Yeah.”

He’s approaching the books and stationary aisles. He is not buying him a book.

“Really hope there’s no case, in the following days, and I can just delete this. I’m not too keen on sharing my astronomical failure with the world. Heh. So- H-Hope there’s no murderers lurking around the corner!”

He chuckles. An old lady gives him a weird look and he decides he should probably stop talking.

There’s some albums. Empty albums, for pictures.

This would’ve been nice.

But he doubts they have enough photos.

He opens his gallery - his Favorites folder - to check. 

If he doesn't count variations of the same photo, there’s around 6 of them.

He sighs.

She's right - it’s too late for anything special.

Then his eyes go wide.

“Oh.” He chuckles, delighted. “Oh, I’ve got it.”

23 December 2024 - 17:03 - 2 days till Christmas

“I promise next Christmas I’m staying here.”

“Hey, we’ll hold you to that!”

She opens her arms and John goes to hug her. She only hugs him with one arm, and gestures to Sherlock to join in with the other. He does. John throws a hand around his back, too.

She squeezes them both as much as she can. 

“Awww… My boys. I’ll miss you so much!”

“We’ll miss you too.” He waits for a second. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes. We will.”

She squeezes one more time, then lets them go.

“You take care of each other, alright?”

John doesn’t see Sherlock frown but he hears it in his voice.

“Of course,” he answers.

Mariana gives John a look. ‘I mean you, specifically’, it seems to say.

“When do we not?”

He offers to help with the bags, and as soon as the outside door closes, Mariana turns to him.

“Listen, I know you need time to work on that thing, but he’s started to notice something’s… Different.”

“What, did he tell you that?”

Mariana hesitates. She gestures for him to put the bags down.

“Sort of. Just… He just… Asked if I know why you’re uh… Acting weird.”

John sighs.

“Right. Yeah, I had to shoo him out of my room yesterday, that was a bit… Much. But, I mean, I had everything laid out on my desk and all.”

“Hm.”

“Yeah… Think I might ask him to hang out tonight. Walk Archie or watch a movie, I dunno. And work on the gift at night. Don’t want him to think I’m mad at him or something. At Christmas, too.”

Mariana pats his back.

“You do that. I will call an Uber.”

She whips out her phone and types the airport’s name.

“Um. Yeah, by the way. Did you find anything… Usable?”

She blinks at him, confused, and he's just about to clarify when she goes,

“Aaahhh! Right. Er. No.”

He pouts.

“But! I will have a more thorough look after I check in. And send you what I find. Ok?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mari.”

She smiles and gives him a quick side hug.

“It's gonna turn out great, John. You got this.”

25 December 2024 - 10:06 - Christmas Day

They're sat down, cross-legged, on the carpet, in front of the Christmas tree. They're both still in their pyjamas, with their hair all tousled, and even though John has only been able to catch 5 hours of sleep, he’s wide awake.

He really hopes Sherlock will like it.

“I don’t understand why we can’t open the others, too.”

“Because I promised Mari we’ll open them on video call. So we’re… You know. Together. In a way.”

“Will she also wait to open hers?”

“Yeah. Course.”

Sherlock thinks about it.

“Fine.” He looks at the gifts again. “Just us, then?”

“Yeah.”

Sherlock mutters another confirmation, then pushes towards him a big, colourful bag stapled together at the ends so its contents can't be seen.

“You go first.”

John grins.

“All right! Well, now I know why you had to hide it in the cabinet.”

Sherlock smiles and nods.

John forces the bag open, leaving the staples hanging uselessly on each side, and pulls the object out.

It’s a backpack. Grey, sleek, and - John opens it - clearly designed with laptops and cables in mind.

He rummages through all the compartments and pockets, mentally mapping out where every cable, battery and SD card will go, while Sherlock explains that,

“You’re always complaining about having to ‘dig’ for the things you need in your current backpack, so I decided I’d get you one specifically designed for electronics. It has a built-in charger, elastic bands, hidden pockets, a reflective strip and it’s ergonomic. And waterproof, in case you find yourself in another pool. Or river.”

John smiles, and doesn’t remind him whose fault it was the last time he’d taken an impromptu bath.

“It’s awesome, mate. I love it.” He pushes it aside and gives Sherlock a quick hug. “Thank you.”

Now for his turn.

“Ok. Um. First of all, I have… a… confession. To make. You know how I told you you’ll really like your gift?”

“I recall, yes.”

“Right. So. I was a total idiot and forgot to pick it up and now it’s gone. I tried- Yeah. But I did…” He gives Sherlock the gift, a long, rectangular book-like thing clad in red and gold paper. 

“There’s this. Well, It’s kinda last minute, but…”

He trails off. Sherlock looks at him, clutching the gift in his hands.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, Watson. I will treasure it simply because it's from you.”

John presses his lips together. He definitely doesn’t feel his eyes sting.

“Stop that. You softie… Actually, I’m really not the one to talk.” He gestures towards the gift. “Go on, then.”

Sherlock tears the paper away.

He sees the brown cover, and the clearly hand-painted golden letters. 

‘ Our Adventures ’ - not a terribly creative title, but it gets the point across. 

Sherlock’s eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t say anything. He opens it and looks at the first entry. There’s some writing - there’s writing on all the pages, short summaries of what happened and little anecdotes. There’s a generic picture of Ming pottery, one of a flower, and some drawings.

“It’s uh. It’s a scrapbook. Of our cases, together. Well, I wrote ‘Our Adventures’ cause it sounds a bit more, uh… I dunno. Exciting?”

He points at a drawing on the first page.

“See, it’s the bumbag, the VOR bumbag.” 

“Verkehrsverbund Ost-Region.”

“Yeah. And-” He taps on one of the photos. “The flower. Edelweiss. Like the tattoo. I- Didn’t… You know, didn’t really wanna include a picture of a corpse. And I drew these guys-”

He points at two red and white flags with little question marks floating around them.

“Cause you- Cause it meant she’s either Swiss or Austrian.”

Sherlock nods, quietly, and turns the page.

“Duck feathers?”

“Yeah, cause of the… Duck… Incident. Just before.”

Sherlock smiles.

“Yeah, thought you’d enjoy that reminder.”

“I don’t recall you picking up any feathers.”

“Well, I didn’t. Right then. But they’re from the same ducks, so, uh… Yeah”

“Did you disinfect them?”

“What, the ducks?”

“The feathers.”

“Ah.” Does giving them a wash count as disinfecting? “Sure, just don’t… Lick them. Or something.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

He goes through the next couple pages a bit quicker. He does stop to stare at the two pages reserved for The Blue Carbuncle. It’s the first one that has a photo of them - just after they exchanged gifts, Sherlock with the ear defenders on and John holding the watch with two fingers. They don’t look too different, but John feels they’re ages younger in that photo. So much happened, in the meanwhile. They grew so much closer. 

They were friends then. 

They're family, now.

That John almost left him alone at Christmas. Now there’s no one he’d rather spend it with.

He brushes a hand on his shoulder. Sherlock’s still looking at the pages. They are among his best. He drew sprawling Christmas lights at the top of the pages, the carbuncle - somehow, he didn’t find a picture of it - and poor Heather the goose. There was the picture of them in a corner, and in a different corner, taped to the page, two receipts. Sherlock was fiddling with one of them.

“They’re from the Oakshott Farm Shop. Technically only the first one is part of the adventure but if I didn’t include the second I’d just be mad at myself for not buying you those biscuits, so…” He pointed at the second receipt. “Proof that I did get them after all.”

After the listeners hounded him.

He chuckles nervously.

Sherlock flips through the next pages at a regular pace. John points things out to fill the silence - ‘it’s the Valentine’s Day card’, ‘so, that’s supposed to be us high-five-ing’, ‘aww, Mercer. You know, I almost didn’t take this picture’ and so on.

Silver Blaze is full of photos. Sherlock, looking out the train window. Them, on the moor, John’s arm wrapped around Sherlock’s shoulders. The Airbnb. Silver Blaze himself. The only drawings are some hoofprints, snaking through the writing. They seem to amuse Sherlock.

He flips a couple more pages.

Dancing Men’s looking pretty good, too. 

There’s the code key, occupying half a page, and some lyrics swirling around it. A photo of Elsie, and one of the four of them, at the O2, before anything went wrong. And at the very bottom of the page, a little anecdote he hesitated to include:

‘That’s the first time you called me your best friend.’

Sherlock’s face falls a bit.

“Yeah, well. It’s not exactly a good memory, the whole Abe Slaney thing, but… Er. S-Silver linings, you know?”

Sherlock doesn’t say anything. 

A few minutes later he’s turning the page on the latest case.

He flips through the white, unused pages. There’s many of them. More than a half. But he didn't find a smaller album, and even if he had…

“That’s uh. That’s like a sort of, to be continued. I- Maybe. I could. Update it. Next year or something. If you want.”

Sherlock slowly flips back the pages, from the latest to the very first case, until he’s looking at the front cover again.

He’s still quiet. He’s frowning, slightly, and his jaw is set.

For a second, John thinks he might be disappointed.

He dips his head to see him better.

“Sherlock..?”

Then he looks at him and John only has time to think, ‘Oh, that is not disappointment’ before he’s being hugged, tightly, though in a somewhat awkward position. John scoots closer so he can hold him better.

“You like it?” he whispers, and Sherlock nods.

He breathes out, relieved, and strokes his back a couple times. He wants to say something, something more, but he can’t put his finger on what, exactly.

“Merry Christmas,” he says instead.

Sherlock huffs a laugh.

“Merry Christmas, John.”

When the hug ends they both pretend he doesn't see Sherlock wiping at his eyes.

“Breakfast?”

“Yeah.” 

He reaches out his hand and Sherlock pulls him to his feet.

“You know, I never realised, but- We have surprisingly few photos together. I really had to dig around. Made Mariana search her phone, too. And it’s what you saw in the scrapbook and two more. I mean… After a year? Weird.”

Sherlock humms.

“Not weird at all, Watson. People take photographs to commemorate certain events or achievements, things that do not occur every day - whether it is a wedding photo or simply an overweight bulldog-”

“Hey!”

“-sleeping in a particularly adorable position. It is a means to possess and preserve something that might soon end, or never be repeated. A souvenir, a ghostly trace of the soon-to-be past.

We spend the majority of our time together. Seeing each other isn't an event of any sort. The photos you did find coincide with outside events - a concert, a holiday, trips to a different city or country. You knew those things would end soon. Our... Partnership, on the other hand, our close proximity to each other, here, in 221B…”

He trails off and looks at him for confirmation.

“Won't. Not going anywhere, mate.”

Sherlock smiles.

“Neither am I.”

Good. 

A year is a year, but…

They just found each other.

“Well... Seeing as this is an event... Wanna send Mariana a ‘Merry Christmas from Baker Street’ pic?”

“Sure.”

John grabs his phone and opens the camera app.

“Alright, I’ll take the picture, you hold Archie.”

“What?”

“Pick him up.”

“Absolutely no way.”

“He’s gotta be in the picture!”

“Not in my arms.”

“Fine.”

He places the phone on the table, propped up on two glasses. They push two chairs together and sit down, John with Archie in his lap.

“Ready?”

He sets the timer, taps on the shutter button, swings an arm around Sherlock’s shoulder and pulls him close, so close their cheeks are pressed together and Sherlock has to grab his shoulder to not lose his balance. Archie tries to lick their faces and John laughs and tells him to “Stop, stop it, Arch!” Sherlock’s hair is in his eye and he tries to swat it away but the countdown’s 3, 2, “Shit, ok-ok smileee!”

The shutter clicks.

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[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Hello there!! Idk if I have already sent something in, but if I haven’t, I would love to request! May I please have the LS members’ (separate) reactions to a new member with “soulless” or “dead” eyes (basically like the anime eyes that have no shine in them), who always seems rather closed off, but at some point the members do something nice to them, and the reader blushes and their eyes just light up like the brightest stars? Sorry if this request is a lot! If it is you can ignore! But thank you so much! (I loved the housewife s/o HCs you wrote btw, they were lovely!) ❤️❤️

Ghiaccio pfp twinsies...woag- also i like this idea a lot!! this reader sounds absolutely wonderful <33 fair warning I wrote most of these while incredibly sleepy so if they're ooc that's probably why im so sorry-

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La Squadra with a reader who has soulless eyes (that light up when they're happy/flustered)

Formaggio

When he first saw you, he wasn't sure exactly how alive you were.

I mean, those empty eyes and the way you barely talked to anyone definitely had him raising an eyebrow at first.

But he quickly got used to it. Nothing was wrong with responding to a joke with a tiny smile instead of a hearty laugh.

In fact, with enough time, he grows rather comfortable around that blank stare of yours. He gives you your space, but whenever you do talk to him, he's more than happy to get the chance to hear your voice and chat.

One day, before you went out for a mission, Formaggio noticed you nearly forgot to bring something vital. He managed to catch up to you and give you the item before you left, but before he could say anything, he noticed your expression.

The color spread across your cheeks, and your eyes -Oh god, your EYES. It was like someone finally flipped on a light switch in them. They were full of life for once, and the sight had him speechless.

But- shit, right, you had to leave. With an absent-minded nod and pat on the shoulder, he began to walk away.

"No need to thank me," he shouted to you before he was out of sight - and it was true. The look on your face had been thanks enough.

Illuso

Definitely made fun of your empty eyes often. Like Formaggio he probably compares you to a zombie, but he is willing to say it out loud.

He tries to guess what your thinking and feeling all the time if you tend to not show emotion. Like he'd say things like "I bet you're pissed about that too, you just don't wanna show it."

But like. In an annoying way if that makes sense.

I'll be honest I can't think of what kind of nice thing he would do for you. This dude's section has haunted me for days, y'all.

But in the event of him doing nice for you, he notices your expression right away. boy is he surprised by it. and boy is he LOUD about it.

"Holy SHIT! You're actually alive! I managed to break that moody façade of yours?"

You might wanna walk away or hide your face before he calls the rest of the gang over to look.

Afterwards he's weirdly a bit nicer to you? He obviously wants to see your adorable expression again, but his exact intentions are unknown...

Prosciutto

Doesn't care in much of a usual way. If anything I think he would comment on how your hard to read expressions and closed off nature makes you good for the job.

So he never really bothers to think you may be any other way.

The two of you were set to go on a mission together, and he insisted you work on a concrete plan beforehand. It turns out his idea for the plan relies VERY heavily on your abilities/stand.

When you ask about it, he begins to talk about how strong your abilities are, and how perfect you would be for the job, how he has faith that you can pull it all off.

Your heart flutters at his words and with every compliment you feel heat rush to your face.

When he stops talking and notices how your eyes lit up, he's....genuinely unsure what to think.

It was all true, you were strong and the right person for the job, but we all know how he gets when he's working with someone he feels is a bit too vulnerable cough cough pesci

He doesn't worry about it for the time being - it's a one time thing after all - but he keeps an eye out for if it happens again.

Pesci

I think he is used to people thinking he looks strange/creepy, so even it might creep him out a bit, he tries to be nice about your soulless face.

Gives you your space, but this boy is sweet, it won't take long for him to do something that makes the darkness in your eyes fade away.

idk why my first thought for the moment is him baking something new and asking you to try it. You have a taste and quickly nod in approval, it's delicious.

Relieved, Pesci proceeds to let you know he made it because he remembered you mentioning [insert flavor here] was your favorite flavor. Yep, that'll do it.

He's incredibly caught off guard, seeing your eyes twinkle with appreciation - for a second he thinks you're about to cry! He stands there, unsure what to do, until either the interaction ends or you say something to him.

Is so overwhelmed afterwards no matter what happens - was that really the real you? That sweet face was really yours?

Melone

It literally doesn't matter to him - he can see right through your dead look. It's uncanny.

You could be completely stone-faced and he would find some way to be able to tell exactly how you feel about something. He'll tell you his predictions too to see if their right.

I imagine it's one of these moments that actually leads to him seeing that cute expression of yours.

It started with "you found that hilarious, didn't you?"

He was playing his guessing game again, and like every time before, he was right. You didn't even have to answer.

"You know, you're so interesting to read. You have all these little tells for every small thought, and I think you subconsciously change them a bit every time I take notice of them!" He suddenly began explaining to you.

But it didn't stop there, he began to tell you all about how he picked apart your body language, how he noticed changes in your emotions over the entire time he's known you. "You're.... fascinating to watch."

It's not until he finishes talking that you both realize you've been staring at him with a completely uncharacteristically bright look of wonder. Then it's his turn for his face to light up, pointing at the blush on your cheeks.

"So you do like how I watch you! I knew it."

Ghiaccio

"The hell are you giving me that look for!?"

Of COURSE he takes it personally a lot - especially if you're supposed to be listening to his rambling. He isn't exactly thinking straight, so he just thinks your blank stare is some kind of insult.

But beyond that, it's rare he'll get on your ass about it.

Over time, I think he might even find you a reliable person to spew all his ranting at, if you don't complain at him or cause a fuss.

Maybe even at some point, perhaps if you've been getting picked on especially hard by Illuso, he'll ask if you have any ranting to do.

"What!? That prick has got to be getting on your nerves, doesn't that make you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING ME THAT FACE FOR!?"

You're gonna have to end up explaining yourself or else he won't stop asking you. When you do, he'll scoff, saying he barely did anything. At least you won't have him blabbing about it to the others, you both know it would get real annoying real quick.

If you specifically ask him to keep it secret, he'll nod, and you swear you see him smile at you.

Risotto

This man also looks pretty damn unapproachable (love him tho <3). He has the least amount of problems with how you are.

Like Prosciutto, he thinks your closed off nature is good for the job. But he never brings up that sometimes he wishes you were a little more open.

One day you return from a mission. It went smoothly. Enough. Okay, you had managed to get the deed done, but you had gotten injured in the process. In order to not endure lecturing from any of your teammates, you quickly dismissed everyone's questions about the mission and looked for things to treat your wound with, hiding it from everyone else.

In the middle of hastily wrapping up the bloody injury, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and soon after you head Risotto's voice. He warned you that you weren't treating the wound carefully enough.

He didn't scold you- a scolding wasn't going to help the sting and the crimson staining your skin. No, he asked if he could take care of the wound for you.

You felt your face heat up as he helped you, but although you were sure he noticed the look on your face, he made no mention of it. Just tended to your wound, and told you to tell him about any issues with a mission next time.

Afterwards you two agreed you would give him specifics later. You thanked him and that was that.

Walking away from you, Risotto replayed your expression in his mind....how cute.

[fruitsoxs]

hi socks just wanna let u know i have been thinking about those vashwood as roommates headcanons and i always come back to it cz it’s somehow??? so comforting??? 10/10 chef’s kiss thank u!

it's honestly my comfort au-- so here's a part two ! (here's part one)

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include(part two);;

warnings;; I included some nsfw headcanons this time. they're at the end and have a warning. This also has a bit of fighting/angst that ends in fluff notes: i have a couple of fics in the work for this au. let me know if there any big moments you would like to see written out into a full fic! (also possibly a knives spin off??)

Their jobs/majors

I kind of feel like Vash is studying in the science department. Specifically something that has to do with plant science? Botany, Environmental science, maybe even biology? I know it’s a little on the nose but I really do think it would work perfectly for him

Maybe he even opens up his own little flower shop in the future??

No matter what he has a lot of labs and he is always tired after them.

He probably has a part-time job as a barista at a little cafe on campus

No thoughts just Vash in a cute little apron

He’s a fan favorite among the college kids. They say he makes the best coffee, and he sometimes gives people little freebies when they look sad

His manager Meryl actively yells at him for it, but she doesn’t actually care that much.

He ALWAYS will give you freebies if you come in to visit him. He gets a free drink as an employee, and he’ll save it for you just in case you come in. Sometimes he’ll even take it to go and drop it off for you

Wolfwood gives huge phycology vibes. Mans had a messed up childhood and wants nothing more than to help other people through that stuff

Either that or he’s an art student. I can see that too

He takes school very seriously, but he is horrible at math. He cannot divide to save his life. He’s had to retake his math class like three times

His job? Well nobody knows and at this point everyone is too scared to ask. (He’s a security guard lol)

Whatever it is, he hates it. He comes home grumpy and needs lots of hugs and kisses.

He’ll be all pouty and pissed off, and then you’ll give him a little kiss on the cheek and a small smile will break out 

Bonus; Knives is on the track to becoming a surgeon. I will die on the hill that he is going into the medical field. (he’d look so good in scrubs) and i know McDonalds knives is kind of funny, but I'm thinking he’s actually and EMT. Imagine getting hurt and having Knives be your first responder (id die on the spot)

First Date

It’s not really a date- well you don’t call it a date. Vash just walks in with a couple of free tickets to a haunted house event thing  and asks if you and Wolfwood want to come

You’re like hell yeah

The drive there is like the calm before the storm. You listen to some music, seated in front with wolfwood driving. He definitely has his hand on your thigh. Vash is super excited about finally doing something that isn’t getting high and playing games

You all thought it was gonna be some dumb little spooky house. They’re never that scary. It’s just fun to see all the decorations and actors

Oh boy were you wrong

It’s so well put together. The actors are really into it, and they have amazing make up. When you’re standing in line, some clown girl walks up to Vash and you watch the regret build up on his face. The guy is already terrified

The first hallway is pitch black, and you have to rely on a feeling your way through it. Vash is mumbling about how much he hates it the entire time

Wolfwood is like “Don’t worry guys I’ll protect you.” And then proceeds to let out the loudest scream when the lights come on and there’s a girl dressed up as a ghost standing there

Soon all three of you are huddled up, holding hands, and shaking

These things should not be that scary!!!

It’s Vash who gets you kicked out

He gets so spooked that he runs into a bunch of boxes and knocks one of the fake walls down. The entire thing has to stop to fix it

You’re all banned

After that you go eat pancakes and complain about how scary it was

When things get tense

Fights can happen sometimes

None of you are perfect, and those boys have gone through some shit

Vash tends to shut himself away from you when he’s upset. He doesn’t come out of his room, and when he does he pretends like he’s fine. 

He doesn’t like burdening other people with his problems.

Eventually it just starts to feel like he doesn’t trust you enough to let you in. SIt gets really bad when he tells you to go away one day, and you watch Wolfwood walk into his room 30 minutes later

It doesn’t really turn into a fight. You just get sad, and even a little insecure. So, you avoid him back. Not because you’re vengeful, just because you feel hurt

A few days of the two of you not talking and Vash is in tears by your door

He begs for forgiveness and explains why he’s like this

You tell him it’s okay, but what he does really hurt you. He promises to work on it, and he does

That night the two of you make up for loss time

Wolfwood and you fight a lot more

Most of the time it’s silly little arguments that you solve pretty fast

Wolfwood is bad at communicating in general. But especially when it comes to his feelings

He has really bad days sometimes, and he can get grumpy really fast these days, and one day you really piss him off

He won’t tell you what you did though, he just gives you the cold shoulder

That pisses you off because you’d so be willing to talk it out and apologize, but he won’t tell you what you did 

So you’re mad now too

Things are tense between you too, and it all comes to an end on movie night when you start arguing about what movie to watch

You want to watch one of your favorite movies from your childhood and he says that it’s a stupid movie

Things get heated fast, while Vash just disappears into the background. He that the two of you need to workout your problems on your own (but he really wants to intervene) 

When the tears start falling, Wolfwood immediately stops

He takes a breath, and the two of you sit down and just talk. 

You talk ALL night about what happened, and what the two of you could have done better. In the end, you fall asleep on his chest while he plays with your hair. 

You have movie night the next night to make up for it, and he puts the movie you wanted to watch in before you can even talk about it ( he ends up loving the movie and after that you two watch it all the time)

Id have to make an entire other thing for when Vash and Wolfwood fight because it’s no fun for anyone

NSFW stuff

After the three of you finally get past the awkward stages and start fucking, you find out these two are…horny

They’ll grab you and go to town any time

They really like to share you, but there’s no jealousy in the relationship so it’s okay for one on one time as well!

Wolfwood will pull you into steamy make out sessions whenever. He’ll do it out of nowhere. I imagine he just really likes you, and can’t get enough

He’s very handsy. He’ll constantly have his hand on your hips, or your thigh, and your waist. He likes touching you

He’s the type to sneak risqué touches in public. He like watching you struggle to not let anyone else know what he’s doing

Quickies everywhere with Wolfwood

Vash is a lot more loving (not that Wolfwood isn’t loving– he probably has cried during sex) 

Vash takes his time though. He wants every moment with you to be special. He likes to do stuff like rubbing your back, and peppering kisses down your shoulders. He’ll run his hand up your shirt, and kiss your neck softly. He builds up to it

He really likes shower/bath sex. It’s intimate and relaxing

He also like when you take control (i know he’s a whimperer)

He is so bad at any type of public sex though. He gets embarrassed way too easily (and i think Wolfwood has fun with that) 

When the three of you do it together it’s fucking electric 

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.15

Pairing: Minchan | OT8

Word Count: 4759

Summary: Chan bottoms for the first time, enjoying it much more than he thought he would. While Minho and Chan are busy, their friends can't help but wonder what they're up to at the moment. Minho shares his thoughts on further steps with Chan...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, top!minho, first time bottom!chan, oral (chan receiving), anal (chan receiving), minho bites himself to hide pain (??)

Chp.14 | Chp. 16

Nervous, trip over my words You're so pretty, it hurts Baby, I'm yours i'm yours ~ Isabel LaRosa

Felix sat on the sofa as the others sat around him, looking at his phone. They were analyzing the selfie Minho sent to the groupchat and wondered how their hyungs were doing. 

"The two hearts clearly show they're back together again. Or have they never broken up?" Jeongin wondered out loud. 

"They've never labeled the situation, no," Felix shook his head. "I guess you could say they were something like friends with benefits but..with feelings?" 

"Sounds like they're a couple to me," Changbin argued. 

"Well, they weren't," Felix sighed. 

"Why?" Jeongin asked, confused. 

"How would I know that? Probably because of Channie. You saw how anxious he was when you suspected them of being secret lovers," Felix groaned, getting frustrated. 

"We also saw how hurt Minho hyung was," Seungmin added. "There are definitely feelings involved. Chan has been pissing everyone off, sulking for days since he went home." 

"Don't remind me," Jisung groaned and rolled his eyes. 

-

"Fuck Minho, don't stop," Chan moaned breathlessly, his grip on Minho’s hair tightening. He laid out on his back supported by a pillow, and his legs spread. Minho's face was buried in between them as he ate him out deliciously, hands gently rubbing his thighs as he kept him still. Chan was losing his mind at Minho's skilled tongue. He couldn't help but long for more. 

Minho moaned obscenely at the soft, helpless sounds that left Chan’s mouth. He could feel Chan shiver at the sensation and pressing back against him, hand in his hair, pulling him closer. 

"Minho, baby, please," he whined beautifully, longing for the feeling of his fingers opening him up. 

Minho pulled back and smirked at him. "Look at my pretty baby. So desperate for my touch."

Chan didn't even argue, looking at him through his lashes with his lips parted. Dozens of love bites were forming all over his torso and neck where Minho started before he devoured him. Minho climbed up towards him, hovering over him before teasingly licking his nipple. Chan moaned as Minho bit down gently and massaged the other nipple with his fingers. He arched into his touch with a needy whine, hands gripping the sheets in a desperate attempt to steady himself. "Please."

Minho ignored his pleas and moved up to kiss him passionately, grabbing some lube and spreading it on his fingers. Chan groaned against his lips as he very gently pushed in the first finger.  

-

"Back to the topic at hand. The picture clearly means that they're okay. Chan got a call, probably from Minho, and then he was gone. They must've talked it out," Jisung spoke up. 

"I mean, he's sleeping on his chest. And Minho hasn't let him in that closely since their fight," Jeongin added. 

"And he looks happy…He wouldn't send that picture if they weren't okay," Felix agreed. 

"Maybe they didn't talk it out," Seungmin said, a devious smirk on his face as chaos broke out. 

"Ey! It's already enough knowing they've been sleeping together secretly for almost a year. We don't need to bring that up. I don't need those pictures in my head," Changbin scolded him. 

"You're one to talk. I didn't need that very vivid picture of you and Felix either," Jisung protested. 

"Hannie," Felix whined and blushed red almost immediately, thinking of when he accidentally interrupted them. 

"You better keep your mouth shut. Or I'll start spilling everyone’s secrets. At least Felix and I are in a relationship," Changbin told him. 

"Are you trying to shame me for having several partners, Changbinnie?" he asked, offended. "Or is it because I get more attention than you do?" 

"Shut up," he groaned. 

-

Chan was melting into the mattress as Minho's fingers opened him up so perfectly. He thanked God they were alone in the house because he couldn't hold back his moans once Minho had located his prostate. His body shook at the intense pleasure, and a whiny moan left his lips. 

Minho knew exactly how to bring him to the edge, lips traveling over his body as his fingers massaged his sweet spot. Chan was too far gone already, and Minho couldn't get enough of the sight of him. A few curls were sticking to his forehead, his lips swollen from the shared kisses and trembled beautifully with another low moan. His eyes fluttered close every time he touched him just right, and his body was squirming beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations. Minho returned to fingering him open a bit more and smiled adoringly at him. "My beautiful love," he whispered in his ear as he leaned down, and Chan shivered with a needy moan. "So handsome," he continued as he kissed all over his jaw. 

"Babyy," he groaned, his stomach flipping at his sweet words. He was so close to cumming, he didn’t know if he would hold it any longer. "I'm so close," he told him. 

"It's alright, we have plenty of time," he assured him and kissed him lovingly as he went back to massaging his prostate. "Cum for me, Channie," he whispered against his lips, and Chan didn't need a second invitation. He came with a sweet moan of Minho's name and held onto him as he covered their chests in thick ropes of cum. Chan groaned into their steamy kiss, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Minho continued kissing him until he slowly came down from his high. One last whimper escaped Chan’s throat as he laid with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. Minho grabbed a towel he kept close to clean them up. 

-

"Honestly, I can't believe Chan was making such a fuss. Literally everyone in the group had sex with at least one other member," Seungmin shrugged. 

"Chan's not as smart as he'd like to think he is sometimes," Felix said dryly, and everyone started laughing. 

"I think Seungmin's right. I mean look at Minho hyung's neck," Hyunjin suddenly chimed in. 

Everyone turned their attention back to Felix's phone as he zoomed in. His neck had clear red marks, and Felix's eyes widened. "I think you're right." 

"They could've been in a heavy make out session," Jeongin joked. 

"Minho and Chan?" Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry, but it was painfully obvious to everyone besides Chan. However, that's still possible." 

"Let's video call them and demand an official statement," Jeongin proposed, and before Felix could protest, everyone agreed excitedly. 

"Fine, let's call Minho hyung first," he said and called him. 

-

Minho gently caressed Chan's cheek, and the older one leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. 

"Very okay," he gave back with a lazy smile and opened his eyes again, looking at him. "You can go on if you want to." 

"Are you sure, darling? We don't have to if you don't want to," he assured him. But Chan shook his head, kissing him full of love. 

"I'm ready. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this but you," he told him, reaching up to cup his cheek. 

Minho turned and placed a soft kiss on his palm. "Okay then. Tell me whenever something feels off or uncomfortable, okay?" 

"I will," he promised, all his nervousness vanishing looking into his big brown eyes. He trusted him with this. Minho sat up again and grabbed the lube once more. "Can I?" he asked softly. Minho handed him the lube, a small smile on his face. Chan sat up and poured some on his hand before spreading it over his dick. Minho moaned softly at the much-needed attention and hugged him, burying his face in his shoulder for the moment. Once Chan decided it was enough, he handed him the towel to wipe his hand. Minho let him get comfortable again and gently caressed his thighs. "Try to relax, okay? I'll be careful," he promised, and Chan nodded. 

Chan watched Minho, who looked adorably concentrated, as he slowly pushed in the tip. He bit his lower lip at the sudden sensation and tried to relax as Minho told him. Chan squeezed his eyes shut as Minho pushed in further with slow, careful movements and breathed in deeply. This felt like much more than his fingers, and the burning stretch was somehow pleasurable. He already felt full of him, and they were just getting started. "Min," he spoke up quietly, unsure if he could manage. 

Minho noticed the uncertainty in his tone, it reminded him of their first time together. He leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on top of his nose, making him open his eyes again. "I'm here," he promised, flashing an encouraging smile. 

"I-," Chan stopped himself, unsure of what he was going to say. He really wanted this, the sensation just felt a little too foreign, too new. 

Minho gently took his hand and intertwined it above his head. "It feels odd at the beginning, right?" he asked, and Chan nodded, relieved that he understood. "Do you want me to stop?" 

"I don't think so, no," he shook his head and exhaled softly.

"Does it hurt?" 

"Only a little," he told him. 

"I can try adding some more lube, and we'll see how that feels?" he offered, and Chan nodded, gasping softly at the sudden emptiness. Minho applied more lube to his dick and on Chan’s entrance and leaned down, kissing him calmingly as he slowly pushed in again. 

Chan moaned softly into the kiss and pulled back with a groan as Minho was buried fully inside him not much later. He felt full to the brim and tried to relax, taking a deep breath like he had seen Minho doing before. Minho gave him time to adjust to the feeling, gently stroking his hand. "Okay," Chan breathed out after a moment. 

"Are you sure, love?" he checked in, and Chan flashed him a soft smile. 

"I'm sure." 

-

Felix huffed softly as Minho didn't answer and glanced at his friends. "What now?" 

"Call Channie hyung," Hyunjin suggested. 

"Maybe they don't want to talk to us right now," Seungmin said, and Felix nodded, agreeing. 

"Yeah, they could be busy at the moment," he said. 

"Busy?" Jeongin raised his eyebrows at him. "Minho's on a break, and Chan's visiting..how would they be busy?" 

"Unless they're -," Jisung started and got cut off by Changbin punching his arm. 

"Shut up!" he protested loudly. "You can't seriously believe having sex is all they can think of doing." 

"Well, it's been a while, who knows?" Seungmin shrugged with a quiet chuckle. He quickly hid behind the sofa as Changbin threw a pillow in his direction. 

-

Chan kissed Minho passionately as he thrusted into Chan with a steady rhythm . His hands were on his back and tangled in his hair, legs wrapped around the dancer's waist. He rolled his hips to meet his thrusts and moaned into their kisses. 

Minho was just as overwhelmed as Chan, the feeling of being buried deep inside him was new to him too, after all. Chan was so tight around his dick. The way he clenched around him every so often threatened to bring his orgasm sooner than he wanted to. He was mindlessly playing with Chan's sweaty curls and tried to remind himself to keep a steady, gentle rhythm. He longed for more, but he wanted to make Chan comfortable. Chan shifted a little beneath him to kiss him even more passionately, clenching around him firmly. Minho moaned needily and couldn't stop his hips from snapping forward forcefully. "Fuck, sorry," he apologized as Chan's head fell back, breaking their kiss apart as he moaned loudly. 

"No-I-do that again," he pleaded softly. His eyes rolled back in his head as Minho put the same force into the next thrust. "Fuck," he groaned, and the grip on his hair tightened. 

"You like when I fuck you like this?" he asked, watching his lover’s fucked out expression. Chan could only moan in response to another hard snap of his hips. 

"Keep doing that, please," he begged his lover breathlessly. His jaw dropped in an obscene moan as Minho managed to hit his prostate again. "Fuck, right there."

Minho picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, watching Chan slowly falling apart beneath him. Suddenly, Chan's phone rang, and Minho groaned upon hearing the sound. 

"Ignore it," Chan pressed out and whimpered softly as Minho grabbed his hands, laying him down and pinning them above his head. He would've never thought of this before, but he really liked handing over all control to Minho. 

-

"Chan isn't picking up either," Felix shrugged and put away his phone, having enough of bothering them. 

"They're definitely having sex," Seungmin concluded and got up, strolling over to the kitchen island. 

"Maybe they're taking a nap, you pervert!" Changbin groaned. 

"You mean like you and Felix did a few months ago?" Jisung asked, and Felix groaned. 

"Why are you so obsessed with the thought of them having sex?" Changbin asked tiredly. 

"It's kind of like thinking about your parents having sex…weird," Jeongin said casually, scrolling through his phone, making everyone glance at him shocked. "What?" 

"Nothing," Felix rolled his eyes tiredly and leaned back against the soft cushion. "Let's just give them some space, alright?" 

"Oops," Jeongin said, holding up his phone, currently calling Chan. Hyunjin guiltily showed them his, calling Minho. 

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Felix cursed, and everyone laughed at him, getting so upset that he switched to English again. 

-

Chan completely tuned out the sound of his phone going off for a second time. He could feel his orgasm creeping up. The knot in his stomach was about to unravel, and he wouldn’t dare let someone interrupt him. Minho had his hands pinned above his head with one hand, restraining his movement. His other hand was either playing with his hair and nipples or roaming his torso, depending on what he felt like. Chan enjoyed the feeling of being helpless and under Minho’s control. 

Minho was panting above him, chasing his high as well. The veins popping out from his neck and arms displaying just a fraction of the pleasure building in his body. He was so lost in the moment, in Chan’s moans and the heat radiating off his body. He couldn’t get enough. He looked down at his face, an expression that signaled he was about to come. "Chan-," he tried to warn him and pull out before it was too late. 

"Inside," Chan moaned as he hit his prostate again, vision blurring from the feeling. 

Minho reached his high, hips snapping forward as he spilled into him with a groan. He lazily moved his hips and reached down, wrapping his hand around Chan's dick to give him the last push. 

Chan's head fell back, and the feeling of Minho filling him up alone would've made him stumble over the edge. He arched against him and trembled as he painted their chests with cum for the second time before Minho collapsed onto him. Chan closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, and felt Minho move on top of him. "Stay a little?" he asked quietly. 

Minho chuckled softly and did as he said, still buried inside of him. He buried his face in his neck and smiled as Chan started fondling his hair. "Did it feel okay?" he asked gently, wanting to make sure Chan was alright. 

"It felt amazing," he chuckled breathlessly. "You were perfect," he told him softly. 

Minho blushed a little, not knowing what to say. "Thanks?" 

Chan started laughing and turned to kiss his head. "I love you." 

"I love you too," he smirked. "You said there was a second song?" 

"Connected," Chan nodded lazily. 

"We're not talking about Wi-Fi, I suppose?" he teased. 

"Hmm, more along the lines of 'No turning back once we're connected'," Chan giggled. 

"Ohh. That's kinda obvious though, isn't it?" Minho smirked. 

"Wi-Fi," he shrugged. 

"Don't steal my joke," he laughed and rolled his eyes. "Let me go and get something to clean you up with, okay? We'll cuddle after," he promised, knowing how clingy Chan could get after sex. Minho couldn’t blame him though, the skin to skin contact feeding their touched starved bodies well.

Chan smiled softly as Minho cleaned him up gently. They put on some underwear and took the blanket off the bed. Minho quickly threw it into the washing machine, hoping it would be done before his mother came home. When he came back to his bedroom, Chan was checking his phone. "You know, next time turn that thing off," Minho chuckled teasingly. 

"Felix and Jeongin tried to reach me," he frowned, and Minho grabbed his phone, telling him Felix and Hyunjin tried him as well. Chan sighed softly and called Felix back. "I bet they’re having trouble peeling their eggs." 

"Or they misplaced the remote again," Minho sighed. 

"Or they forgot their schedule for today," Chan added, and Minho giggled softly. 

"Maybe they locked themselves out of the dance practice room again," he laughed to himself. 

"They're a lost cause," he grinned as he started to call them back. Finally, Felix picked up. Chan couldn’t get a word in before he listened to a request, his eyes widening. "Uh yeah, sure. Give me a moment. I'll call you back." 

"What's up?" Minho asked as Chan jumped up. 

"They want a video call. We gotta put on some clothes." 

"Fucks sake. First they send me on a break, and now a week later, they want a video call," Minho groaned playfully. Chan broke out into laughter, throwing a shirt at him. Minho giggled and put it on before getting comfortable on the bed, resting against a pillow. He grabbed one of the snacks they had bought for him and started eating. Chan stared at him as he sat down next to him. "What? I’m trying to eat more throughout the day." 

Chan just giggled and video called Felix. He picked up only a few seconds later, and their friends' faces appeared on the screen. Minho was waving with a soft smile. 

"Why didn't you pick up earlier?" Jeongin cut right to the chase. 

"I was taking a nap. Channie didn't want to disturb me," Minho came up with a lie within seconds, casually eating his snack. 

"Are you two okay again?" Felix peeked over, and Minho flashed him a calming smile. 

"Yeah, we talked it out. Once Minho is back, everything will be back to normal," Chan told them, laughing at their thrilled expressions. 

"Thank God! You were such a pain in the ass," Changbin said. 

"Shut up," Chan rolled his eyes, and Minho glanced at him curiously. He made a mental note to ask Felix about that later. 

"Minho hyung, why are you wearing Chan's shirt?" Hyunjin asked and squinted his eyes at them. "And Chan is wearing yours."

Minho didn't answer, almost choking on his snack. He felt like punching him for mixing up their shirts. 

"I thought sharing clothes is something that boyfriends do?" Chan answered smoothly. 

Minho blinked in surprise at his words. Meanwhile, tiny gasps can barely be heard through the phone as the boys watched everything unfold. He looked at Chan stunned. "Boyfriends?" he asked timidly. 

Chan misunderstood his tone and looked at him nervously. "I-I thought that's what you wanted?" 

"Yes," Minho nodded slowly and tilted his head at him a little. "Is that what you want to call it finally?" 

Chan was finally able to see through the timid tone and nodded. "This has been going on for a year now. I think it's long overdue." 

A comforting warmth spread through Minho’s chest, and a happy smile across his lips. His eyes brightened, and he looked so soft it made Chan's heart melt. Minho bit his lower lip giddily at the new term and blushed heavily as Seungmin called him out for it. 

"Aww look at Minho hyung!" 

Minho covered his face with his hands and shook his head. "Stop it, all of you!" Chan giggled softly and rubbed his thigh below the camera. The butterflies fluttering in his stomach rapidly kept him blissful and happy in that moment.

"I don't think Minho hyung was taking a nap," Jeongin suddenly spoke up. "Now Chan's neck looks just like Minho’s." 

Minho's eyes widened, his expression seeming to betray his little white lie with the shocked glance he took at Chan's neck. He glanced back at them with a playful glare, after realizing there were, in fact, visible marks on his neck and collarbone. "Oh fuck you," he sighed as their friends started…cheering? 

"That's going to cost you," Jisung grinned at Changbin. 

"I had faith in you saying you talked it out," he groaned, defeated. 

"Hey, we did talk for over an hour before it happened, okay?" Chan protested, and Minho smacked his chest. "What the fuck was that for? They already know," he whined. 

"You dumbass. They're talking about when they tried calling us earlier," he explained as a light blush crept up his neck. Chan looked at him blankly before realization hit his face. 

"Oh." 

"Oh." Minho mocked him and playfully rolled his eyes. 

Felix grinned, watching them bicker. "Judging by that interaction alone, you two seem to be just fine." 

"Does them having sex twice already mean Changbin has to pay double?" Seungmin asked, unbothered. 

"You made a bet?" Chan blinked surprised. 

"They always do," Minho rolled his eyes. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused at this new revelation. 

"Means everyone had sex with someone else in the group at least once. But you're the only one panicking about the others finding out," Minho clarified and smirked at Chan's shocked expression. "You raised your kids well, Chan. We're unofficially the least straight group out there. Actually, we should change our name to the not-so-straight kids." 

For that, he earned a punch in the arm. He grunted softly with a chuckle."Why didn't I know?" 

"Because you're pretty dum-," Jeongin started, but Changbin shushed him. "I mean, blind, sometimes." 

"These two are a couple," Jisung said, pointing at Felix and Changbin. "Which doesn't stop Hyunjin and Felix from messing around, though. Which doesn't stop Hyunjin from messing around with either Jeongin, Seungmin, or myself with no strings attached." 

"Shut it, Hannie. You're overwhelming him with information," Felix laughed as Chan's jaw dropped. 

"To change the topic for a moment, Minho hyung, would you feel up to helping Chan and me out on set in three days?" Hyunjin asked him. "I think the dance could use a little shaping." 

"I uhm..Channie?" Minho looked at him, unsure if he was allowed to be on set. 

"I guess that's fine as long as you don't hurt your knee even more," Chan told him. 

"Okay then," he smiled, excited that he'd be able to spend another day with some of them. 

"Chan hyung, are we allowed to visit him during his break?" Jisung asked curiously. 

"Listen, as long as you are keeping track of your schedule, I don't care who and how often you come here to visit Minho," he told them. "Just let him know beforehand." 

Minho was the first one to be sent home for a short “break” while the rest of the group continued to work. Usually, they just stayed at the house when they were sick or injured. So it was a foreign experience to all of them, not just him. "Oh, I wanted to thank you for all the things you packed up for me. Also, your letters all mean a lot to me. I'll keep them close always," he smiled softly. 

After talking for a little while, they exchanged goodbyes and promised Minho to visit soon. Once the call ended, Minho turned to face Chan, mirroring his position. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, vaguely gesturing at the two of them. 

"I'm sure. I can't keep talking about how you mean so much to me and not make you mine," Chan explained. 

Minho smiled at him excitedly and leaned forward to steal a kiss. Deep down, he was a little hopeless romantic, so of course, he imagined the moment Chan would ask him to be his boyfriend differently. Nevertheless, he was more than happy to finally have a name for their relationship. "I love you, Channie." 

"I love you too, Min," he smiled and kissed him lovingly. "How does a warm bath sound?" 

"Pretty good, actually," Minho answered. 

"I'll go prepare everything," he told him and smiled. He got up and walked to the bathroom.

Once he was gone, Minho looked down at his knee and shivered at the dark bruises. He needed to take his bandages off in order to bathe. He took a couple deep breaths to relax and carefully began peeling off the edge of one strip of tape. Minho bit his fist as he quickly ripped it off, moaning in pain and squeezing his eyes shut. As he fidgeted with the second strip, his hand was stopped and replaced by Chan's, who kneeled in front of him. 

"Let me help, love," he said, carefully peeling it off his skin. He glanced up at him, still biting his fist and wincing softly at the feeling. Chan reached up and carefully wrapped his hand around his wrist. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, the bitemarks slowly bruising his skin. "Min," he said gently. 

Minho shivered at the sight and pulled his hand from his, hiding it in his lap. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly. 

Chan looked at him, a hint of worry in his features as he continued pulling off the tape strip by strip. Sure, they talked out their differences and seemed to be okay. But deep down, Chan thinks maybe this break was necessary for Minho. He didn't seem to be mentally present. Chan knew he wasn't as tough as he pretended to be around everyone else, but watching him these past few weeks worried him. Chan pulled off the last strip of tape and soothingly fondled his thighs, looking up at him. "Baby?"

"Mhm?" Minho hummed quietly and glanced down at him. 

"What was that about?" he asked and took his hand, hesitantly turning it so he could see exactly what Chan was talking about. 

"I didn't want my mum to notice how much it hurt, so I stifled the sounds that way. I kind of forgot she isn't in the house," he told him honestly. 

"Maybe next time use a blanket or something?" Chan suggested. "Otherwise, your knee will be fine, and your hand will be fucked up." 

"I guess you have a point," he nodded and sighed softly. "I'm sorry to worry you, Channie. I promise I'm okay. I just need some time to get my brain going again." 

"It's okay," Chan promised and got up again. He cupped his face and leaned down, kissing his forehead softly. "I'll be back in a moment." 

Minho smiled at him tiredly and watched him go back to the bathroom to finish preparing their bath. He glanced down at his hand and rolled his eyes. This really wasn't his brightest idea. He looked around his room in a moment of comfortable silence. Though suddenly, the thought of the day Chan returns to their busy life while he'd be here alone with his thoughts sent an unsettling feeling in his stomach. That couldn't be right. His happiness and well-being shouldn't solely depend on his members and now boyfriend. He needs to center himself once more, for the sake of himself and his group.

Chan called his name when everything was ready. Minho sighed and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. The two took their time undressing and got into the tub. Minho was sitting between his legs, leaning his back against his chest. Chan had his arms wrapped around him, his hands resting on Minho's stomach and intertwined with his. Minho was silent, his mind racing with various thoughts rapidly. Chan waited a few seconds before speaking up. "Are you okay?" he asked after a long moment of silence. “You’re very quiet.”

"I think I need therapy," Minho told him truthfully, subconsciously holding his breath. He felt Chan stiffen behind him at the statement, for just a moment. But he felt it nonetheless. He quickly shut his mouth and stared straight ahead, standing his ground. This was a stupid idea, he thought to himself as he slowly exhaled. The way Chan reacted to his proposal of seeing a therapist after that night should've told him everything he needed to know. 

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