#took me a few seconds to remember what it's from

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - One heart.

Warning : suicidal thoughts, drug use

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Please do another part of the 'one-sided' love with Choi su-bong” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : pt.1 TWO HEARTS // English is in bold // I think Thanos mostly won the ddakji game because we didn’t see him get slapped, unlike all the other characters (?)

Thanos was having a bad night, staying up late, rewatching MG Coin’s latest video.

He had lost 500 million won in crypto currency because of that asshole.

“Put it all in, trust me.” He said, repeating what the YouTuber had said. “Fucking bitch.” He was now indebted to a total of 1.19 billion won. How was he supposed to repay all that ?

He wanted to call you. He had grabbed his phone and typed in your name, but as you popped up, he decided against it, throwing it back on the bed.

It was really late and he knew you struggled with sleep, not wanting to stop you from resting.

So he walked out with his vape and his subway card in his pockets, his cross around his neck.

The more he walked, and the more he felt his sanity lose him, agonizing over all the lost money, failed love attempt and his failed rap career.

He didn’t know how to get rid of his debt, and he couldn’t even ask you, you just had enough money to live somewhat comfortably thanks to your part time job.

Thanos took a hit of his vape as he walked, frustration growing heavier and heavier to the point of hitting his head several times with the small device, not caring about the weird stare from the people around.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did he say to go all in ? Did he do that on purpose ?!” He yelled, angry at both the YouTuber and himself for trusting him.

“What are you looking at ?” He asked angrily at someone passing nearby who side eyed him.

When he stopped walking, he was in the middle of a bridge. He looked to the side, watching the dark water. He could still see the waves, reflecting the moonlight.

For a moment he considered jumping. What’s stopping him ?

You’d probably cry over him a bit, like his other friends, but then you’d all move on. And then you’d forget about him.

He won’t even have a funeral worth remembering, whether they find his body in the water or not. Maybe with his greenish/yellowish shirt people would find him ? Maybe he should’ve put on a darker shirt ?

He took another drag of his vape, letting the smoke out with a sigh. He leaned closer to the border, looking at how high the bridge was.

Would it hurt if he jumped, would he really die ? Would his bones just break at the contact of the water ?

He opened his cross, taking a pill and swallowing it before letting out another sigh and pulling away, walking back. The drug quickly relaxing him.

As he waited for the subway, a man approached him.

“Excuse me, sir.” A voice called from behind. Thanos barely turned around, waving him away.

“Don’t need your help.” He said quietly.

“I must insist, I want to talk to you about a great opportunity.”

Thanos finally turned around, barely giving the guy a glance.

“What do you want ?”

“I’m sure it will interest you.” The man said, showing his suitcase before opening it. It had two pieces of paper, folded into squares, one red, one blue, and a large amount of cash.

Thanos looked at him then at the money and at him once more with raised eyebrows, pointing at it.

“What if I told you you could win money by playing a game with me ?” The man said with a gentle smile. Thanos looked at him, interested.

“What ?”

“A game of ddakji. I flip the card, you give me 100 000 won. You flip the card, I give you 100 000 won. Okay ?”

Thanos looked at him for a second before nodding.

“So which color do you want to play as ?” The man asked, taking the two pieces of paper.

“Red.” Thanos replied, pointing at it before taking a hit of his vape.

The man gave it to him, placing the blue one on the floor and placing himself a few feet to the side, giving Thanos space.

Thanos looked at the red card, quickly trying to study it to know how to throw it to win, nothing came to him. He approached the blue one, glanced at the man once before focusing back on the game, and then threw it right on the blue card who was sent in the air before falling on its other side.

Wide eyed, Thanos looked at the man, holding one hand out, ready to get the money.

“The round is not over.” The man said with a smile, before signaling Thanos to move to the side. He took the blue card, leaving the red one on the ground before powerfully and confidently throwing it down, the red card successfully flipping over.

Thanos groaned, cursing under his breath. He had no money on himself, but he could still pay back with the money earned in the game, right ?

They played a total of 10 rounds, 6 of which Thanos won. Winning him 600 000 won, but having lost four rounds made him lose 400 000, so a total of 200 000 won earned in the end.

The man took a large sum of money, counting it before giving it to Thanos who took a drag of his vape before taking the money.

“Sir.” The man said, closing his suitcase as Thanos counted the money before giving it a kiss. “You can make big money playing games like this for a few days. Would you like to give it a try ?”

Thanos looked at him, confused. This had to be a scam.

That’s when the man called him by his real name, taking him off guard as he said his age, the schools he went to, what year he left, to whom he owes money and how much, the small jobs he had and when he started his rap career and how he failed it. Finishing by mentioning his dad and his failed relationship attempt with you.

“What is it ? Who are you ?” Thanos asked, approaching the man, ready to fight. “You stalking me ?”

But the man didn’t answer, instead taking out a small card, unbothered.

“We have a few spots left.” He smiled as Thanos took the card, briefly looking at it. “Give me a call.”

Then he walked away with his suitcase, disappearing into the subway as Thanos stayed there, considering ripping off the small piece of paper.

“What the fuck ?” He looked around, trying to see if there really was someone following him.

“A few games like this, huh ?” Thanos said, finally looking back at the card, placing it in his pocket with the money.

Thinking, he began to move his lower jaw repeatedly along with his fingers, waiting for the next train.

When it finally arrived, he sat down inside, jaw still in action, head moving up and down to the rhythm of some song, hands flying in the air.

Not a lot of people were on the train at this hour, though he earned a few stares from the most sober ones. The drunks were barely conscious or too focused on themselves and their friends, talking and laughing loudly.

He almost missed his stop, listening too intently to a discussion nearby. His jaw moved faster the more he focused on them.

Walking out of the subway, Thanos thought about getting his phone out to send you a picture of the money but he remembered he had left it on his bed.

“Shit.” His head dropped down.

He continued his way back home, soon noticing a man sitting on the stairs by his door, face down.

“Is that bastard sleeping ?” He asked quietly. He wanted to give them a kick but moved past him to unlock his door instead, hearing a faint music coming from him. Thanos guessed he wasn’t asleep as the man began to hum quietly. “Fucking bitch, taking my stairs for a public bench.”

As he searched for his keys, he recognized the song. ‘Ego’ by BigBang, the song you kept listening to recently. And it was also your voice humming it.

“Fucking… [Name] ?” He asked, turning around. You didn’t respond, still humming. He gave you a kick to the side, making you jump and rip off your earphones.

“What the- Oh ! T !” You smiled, standing up. “What the fuck did you hit me for ?” You added with a frown, pausing your music.

“I thought you were some drunkard ! Why were you waiting like that !” He pointed at you, angry, stomping.

“How did you want me to wait ?!” You pointed at him in return. “I called your phone but you didn’t answer, so I knocked at your door but nothing ! Who sleeps like a fucking log, huh ?! So I thought you were out and I could wait for you.”

He stared at you, before squeezing the bridge of his nose, calming down. He didn’t know why you were here but it would be a lie to say he wasn’t happy to see you.

“How are you not asleep ?”

“You’re… not either ?” You pointed out.

“Yeah but you have sleeping troubles.”

“Yeah, exactly, that’s why I’m up, dumbass.” You said with a laugh. “Are you letting us in or do you prefer to have this conversation outside ?”

He stared at you before rolling his eyes and unlocking the door, keeping it open for you to get in.

“Why did you go through all the trouble to get here ?” He asked with a smile as you walked past him.

“I have something to tell you.” You replied, looking away.

“Me too, you’ll never believe what happened.” He said, closing the door behind himself and following you to his room.

“What ?”

“I got 200 000 won just by playing a children’s game.”

“Nice. Are you sure this wasn’t a scam ?” You asked, laying on his bed, grabbing his phone and giving it to him. He unlocked it, seeing all the texts you had sent him. He would freak out about them, but you’re here, so he can’t.

He sat next to you, grabbing his pillow and giving it to you. You took it, giving a quick ‘thanks’ as you rested your head on it.

“The guy even gave me his card to play more games. Said I could win a lot more.” He took out the card and the cash, showing them to you.

You said nothing, studying the money. Was it stolen ? Was there a way to know ? You took out your phone and asked Naver.

“He uh- he also knew a shit tons of things about me. Like, crazy level.” He grimaced, lips in a pout.

“Huh ?!” You raised your head, letting your phone drop from your hands. “Throw that card away, don’t call them !”

“I won’t !”

“Yeah you’re just thinking about it ! I know you.” You sat up, placing a hand on his. He looked at it. “There’s no such thing as easy money, unless you’re already rich. This is so obviously a trap.”

He sighed, slightly upset you weren’t as excited about it as he was.

“I could pay my debts !”

“Or die ? Maybe they’re gonna take all your organs, your fucking eyes ?” You squeezed his hand, trying to make your point across. His heart skipped a beat.

“He said they were games, like the one we played.”

“And you trust him because he gave you 200 000 won ?”

“It was ddakji.”

You pulled your hand away with a sigh, feeling defeated, but he grabbed it back.

“Nothing bad is going to happen. Trust me.”

“No, I’m not gonna trust him for you. Throw that card away, don’t call them.” You pulled away, grabbing the card and throwing it to the floor. “I don’t want to find you dead, or have you disappear and never see your body because some asshole got you with money.”

He looked at you, he knew you cared about him, you had made that clear before, but he didn’t know you worried like that. He could feel his heart flutter in his chest.

“I… lost 500 million won more...” He said quietly, looking away, biting his lips.

“During the ddakji game ?!” You looked at him, wide eyed.

“No, earlier. Because of fucking MG Coin. That’s why I was out.”

You sighed, placing your head in your hands. You had like, 9% of what he just lost on your account. That wouldn’t even help him. Fuck.

“If I play the games-”

“Oh my god you’re so fucking stubborn ! No !”

“10 rounds, I won 6 of them !” He said, trying to make you understand.

“And what ? That makes you lucky ? Then why weren’t you lucky earlier and not lose 500 billion won ?”

“It doesn’t rely on luck.”

“Yes it does ? Not entirely but it does, I watch his videos too.” You looked at him again. “If you lose one of their games, whatever that is, what do you think is gonna happen ? Which organ are they gonna harvest from you first ? How many organs are you gonna lose for you to understand it’s a stupid idea ?”

“Alright, alright, calm down.” He got off the bed, grabbing the card and throwing it in the trash before regaining his place next to you. “You’re stressing me out with your organ talk.”

“I fucking hope so ? This whole situation is stressful. You said he knew shit about you ? How ?” You laid back down, searching Thanos on Naver to see how much information about him would pop up.

“I don’t know.” He replied, his back resting against the headboard as he slowly slid down, now laying next to you.

You were lost in your thoughts, eyes moving quickly on the screen, as Thanos observed you, knowing you were probably already thinking about how to help or what you could tell the cops.

God, he really wanted to kiss you, watching as your fingers pulled nervously at the skin of your lips.

“What did you want to tell me ?” He finally asked, hands waving between you and your phone.

“I don’t think it’s the right time for that.” You replied still lost in your own head, grabbing his hands to stop them from interfering with your thoughts.

He stayed like this, his hands in yours for a few seconds before talking again.

“I almost ended it.”

Your eyes slowly looked at him, thinking about his words, not understanding.

“I was on a bridge. Looked so damn fine.” He said before looking at you, seeing you slowly realize. The more your eyes grew in size, the more anxiety he felt.

“What ?!” You pulled on his hands, leaning closer.

“Stop freaking out, I didn’t jump.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“Why didn’t you call me ?”

“Because I wanted you to sleep.”

“Oh fuck you.” You hit his shoulder. “Since when do you care about my sleep ? You’re always…” You let out a frustrated groan, planting your face in the sheets.

“What ?” He laughed. “I’m always what ? I don’t send you texts at night so you can sleep, remember ?”

“Well, maybe you should, because it’s fucking boring.” You said, glaring at him.

“Text me, I’ll text you back !”

“But you’re the one with a rather not shitty sleep schedule, I’m the one who doesn't want to wake you up.”

“How many times will I have to tell you ? Mh ?” He placed his index under your chin.

You looked at him, confused.

“I” He pointed at himself, “Love” making a heart with his fingers, “You.” and then pointing at you, tapping your chest. “So I don’t care if you wake me up at 3-”

You planted your lips on his, one hand gently holding his face while the other held the one still pointing at your chest. Your eyes were closed shut as he looked at you in surprise, lips following you when you pulled away.

He didn’t wait for an explanation, instantly kissing you again, a kiss less restrained than yours. Hands crawling to your face, holding you close. Kissing you again and again.

Thanos had no idea what was going on, did you change your mind ? But he wasn’t going to drop any crumbs.

He felt you climb on top of him, your lips kissing all his face. His heart could explode, but not before he made a thousand raps about it.

“What’s- happening ? I’m so fucking confused, man.” He said with a smile, chuckling once you two had calmed down.

You hugged him tightly, resting against him, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Your plan to be fucking annoying and win me over worked.” You said quietly, embarrassed.

“Hah ! When did you know ?” He asked, his hand caressing your back.

“I realized a long time ago. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to be right.”

“Asshole ! And I’m the one who’s stubborn ?” He pinched your sides, making you squirm.

“Exactly- Stop it- Why do you think we’re in this situation ?” You sighed.

He smiled, before letting out a small scream, shaking you violently.

“I’m so fucking happy !” He said, kissing you again, looking at you with a huge smile, tightly holding you. You laughed, kissing his neck. You stayed like this for a moment, enjoying each other’s warmth as you slowly felt sleep creep on you. But before it could arrive you moved.

“Promise me you won’t call them.” You said, pulling away, sitting on him with a yawn.

“Alright, I promise. Anything.” He smiled, raising his hand to make a pinky promise.

“Good !” You said with a big voice, quickly closing the distance to plant another kiss on his lips. Before moving down slightly and planting your face against his chest.

You frowned, feeling his cross against you, so with one hand you reached under his shirt through his collar to grab it and pushed it away, making him chuckle.

“If you wanted to put your hands in my shirt so bad you could just do it.”

“Shut up.” You closed your eyes, before actually taking him up on the offer, gliding your hands under his shirt and resting them on his sides.

You could hear his heart pound faster as he wrapped his arms around you, letting out a pleased sigh.

“I love you.” You said quietly, smiling to yourself when his heart picked up speed again. “Good night.”

[carasspice]

"Hey boss, do you have a few minutes?" I asked at almost 6.00p.m. and some time after every else had left for the day, my eyes blinked a number of times as I realised how she was dressed. "Oh hell, I'm sorry for intruding."

"Stop shaking Andy, I should be the one to apologise, I don't normally wander around half undressed but I can't get the air-con to work in here. Anyhow, as long as you can put up with me like this come in and take a seat. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I have no idea, my mind has just left me somewhere. This may be out of order but I can put up with you in lingerie any time. You look fabulous and that bottom ... "

"I should thank you for the compliment but my bottom is what exactly?"

I'd backed myself into a corner, I knew it and so did she. I knew what I was thinking and what I'd love to do with her bottom as well as the rest of her body but considered it safer to keep quiet.

"So what were you going to say about my bottom Andy? Out with it."

Oh hell and that was something else on my mind, my trousers were getting tighter with every word and every second passing by.

"Nothing boss."

"Nothing? I think not." she replied, placed that folder on her desk, turned, stepped towards me and sat on my legs facing me with her arms curled around my neck leaving me to stare directly at her breasts. "I am well aware that many men have fantasies about what they would love to do with a woman's bottom Andy and I assume you are no different. Yes I know what you would love to do with my bottom as well as my pussy. I'm not deaf you know and do hear various comments from you lot and if any of you so much as touch either mine or my secretary's derriere you will be out of here in ten minutes flat. You might like to know that my bottom has been fucked by my boyfriend on occasions as well as the more regular sex life activities and I rather enjoy each and every episode. Oh and my name is either Miss Davenport or the bitch upstairs I gather."

"Yes boss and I apologise."

"You apologise to which one?"

"Oh Miss Davenport, shall I take a look at the air-con now?" My face must have been bright red as I tinkered with the control, cancelled everything and reprogrammed it, it took me maybe five or six minutes but it was working.

"Thank you Andy." she said as I clambered down from the desk only to watch her turn around, bend forward and smack her right cheek. "There you go Andy, fantasise as much as you like but never touch a lady's bottom without an invitation and none than my boyfriend gets one of those. Please try to remember what you wanted to ask me and I'll be here by 8.15 as always. Goodnight.

xxx

[vibelladonna]

✑ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝜗𝜚 𝑔𝑒𝑜

· ─────── ⋆⋅♤⋅⋆ ─────── · 

Geo has officially become my second favorite character in Tkatb. As an asexual person writing about another asexual-coded character, I have to say—he makes me feel seen. It’s like he literally can’t take his eyes off me (and let’s face it, with Geo, that’s more intense than romantic).

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions.

But let’s be serious: I love him platonically. Sorry Brittany.

So, of course, I’ll share my headcanons about Geo, some shared by other fans, and even a few from the game’s lore. And no, before you ask, I won’t be writing about Sol in this “Type of Boyfriend” trope. He’s the obvious main choice in the game, and countless talented writers have already explored that lane. 

Geo, however? His quiet, unsettling stares deserve its moment in the spotlight.

Okay, so let’s talk about Geo as a boyfriend. First of all, congratulations on making that happen. Like, seriously, how did you pull it off? 

Because let’s be real, Geo is not the type to just open his heart to anyone. This man’s walls are practically made of steel, and I’m sure it took some serious patience, persistence, and probably some sorcery to get him to even consider letting you in.

But hey, you did it. So now you’ve got yourself the most stoic, broody, and incredibly hot boyfriend. So let’s break it down! 

✑ The Silent Observer

Like said, getting close to Geo? Oh man, that was like trying to break into a vault without the code. And let’s be honest, at first, you probably weren’t even trying to get to him—he just happened to be standing there while you were hanging out with Crowe. But of course, Geo being Geo, he’d hit you with those cold, piercing stares that made you question every single life choice.

And don’t even get me started on his bluntness. He’s the definition of the strong, silent type. He only speaks when he thinks something needs to be said, which means you’re never getting any filler or small talk from him. It’s not that he’s rude—he just values words and doesn’t see the point in wasting them. 

He’d just say it. Straight up. No filter. 

However, he does talk—pretty much one sentence though, it’s worth listening to because you’ll quickly realize how sharp he is. Geo’s intelligence and observant nature are on another level too… 

The kind of observant where he notices *everything*. He’s like that one friend who knows all the drama without ever saying a word. While Brittany would spill the tea loudly and proudly, Geo keeps it all locked away in that steel trap of a brain. He’s always watching, analyzing, and probably always two steps ahead. It’s part of what makes him such a great strategist but also why he’s so cautious about trusting anyone.  

So, instead of running for the hills like most people would, you stayed. And that’s probably what made him start noticing you. You didn’t back off, didn’t try to change him, just kind of… stuck around. 

Geo doesn’t do well with people who push or pry, so the fact that you respected his space but still showed up? Yeah, that got to him. Even if he’d never admit it out loud.

What’s wild is that he notices everything. Stuff you didn’t even realize about yourself? Yeah, he’s clocked it already. He’s the kind of guy who remembers your favorite drink, the way you twirl your hair when you’re stressed, or even the exact date you mentioned something offhand weeks ago. It’s almost unsettling how much he takes in, but it’s also one of the ways he shows how much he cares.

He’s not the type to constantly shower you with compliments or grand gestures, but his quiet, steady presence speaks volumes. Geo’s the guy who will fix something for you before you even realize it’s broken or offer exactly what you need without you having to ask. 

And when he does open up or say something heartfelt? You know it’s real because he doesn’t just say things lightly.

✑ Low-key Romantic

Okay, let’s get real—Geo is not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. If anything, he’s probably got it locked up in a box somewhere with a “Do Not Disturb” sign slapped on it. But here’s the thing: when Geo cares, he cares. Like, no half-measures. 

Once he lets someone in—which is a feat on its own—you have his full, unwavering loyalty. And let’s be honest, why would Geo want anyone else? He’s not the type to hop from person to person—when he chooses you, he chooses you.

I’m pulling his asexual card here because it just fits. Geo isn’t about flashy romance or grand declarations. For him, love isn’t in the words or PDA—mind you he HATES PDA—it’s in the quiet, consistent ways he shows up for you. He wouldn’t just call you his partner; he’d treat you like you’re the most important person in his life, even if he doesn’t say it outright.

And the way he shows his affection? It’s all in the details. Geo is hyper-observant—he probably knows you better than you know yourself. 

Again, he’ll pick up on the smallest things, like how you take your coffee or tea, the way your eyes light up when you’re excited, or how you’re always talking about that one book or game you’re obsessed with. And he’ll use that information to make your day in ways that feel effortless.

Expect random, thoughtful surprises. Maybe your favorite snacks just happen to appear on your desk when you’re having a rough day, or you’ll find tickets to that movie you’ve been dying to see in your bag without him saying a word. He’s not going to make a big deal about it either—he’ll just shrug it off like it’s no big deal, but deep down, he’s paying attention to every detail that makes you you.

Geo’s love language is subtle, sure, but it’s also steady and reliable. 

You won’t always see it coming, but you’ll feel it in the way he’s always quietly there for you, no matter what.

✑ Protective But Not Overbearing

Oh, Geo’s hella protective—like, protective to the point where you know he’s got your back no matter what. But don’t think for a second he’s the clingy or overbearing type. Nah, that’s not his style. 

He’s more of a silent sentinel kind of guy, keeping a close eye on everything while letting you do your thing. He trusts you to handle yourself, and honestly? That trust speaks volumes. He knows you’re capable, and he’s not about to baby you or hover like some overprotective shadow.

But let’s get one thing straight—if someone crosses the line with you? Game over. Geo might seem calm and composed most of the time, but when it comes to defending you, that sharp tongue of his comes out swinging. 

And let’s not forget the fact that he’s an archer. I’m just saying, if someone pushes too far, they’d better pray they’re not anywhere near a target. He wouldn’t need to say much—one cold glare, one well-aimed shot at a bullseye, and everyone around would get the message.

What’s even better is that Geo doesn’t make a scene about it. He’s not the type to start unnecessary drama or puff up his chest to prove something. He’ll shut down any nonsense with a few carefully chosen words or, if it comes to it, an intimidating presence that leaves no room for argument. 

He’s protective, yeah, but it’s in this quiet, no-nonsense way that just makes you feel safe without feeling suffocated.

And honestly? That balance is rare. He’s like your personal bodyguard without the need for the over-the-top theatrics. It’s not about control—it’s about making sure you know you’re valued and looked out for. 

And for Geo, that’s everything.

✑ A Hidden Heart

Geo’s not the type to be up in your face 24/7. Nah, for him, it’s all about quality over quantity. He’s perfectly fine with spending an hour sitting next to you in total silence, maybe reading or just walking side by side. 

You don’t even have to talk—he’s not big on words anyway. It’s the connection that matters to him, not the setting or how much time you spend together. 

To Geo, a quiet moment shared between just the two of you means more than any loud party or over-the-top date night ever could.

Now, let’s talk about Geo’s bluntness. We all know he’s sharp-tongued, unfiltered, and way too honest for his own good. It’s kind of his thing. But when it comes to you? That edge softens, and he tries—tries being the keyword here—to rein it in. He’s still going to tell you exactly what he thinks because, let’s be real, that’s just who he is. 

But with you, he’ll make the effort to phrase things more gently. You’re one of the very few people who gets that version of him, and let’s be honest, that’s kind of special. You get to see the side of him that’s not all sharp remarks and icy glares, the side that actually cares.

And while Geo might seem like this stoic, broody guy who doesn’t let anything faze him, he’s secretly a total softie when it comes to you. Again, he’s not going to smother you with hugs or drown you in words of comfort when you’re upset—that’s not his style. He’s not like Crowe T-T.

But he’ll be there. 

Sitting beside you when you’re crying, quietly handing you tissues, letting you lean on his shoulder without a word. He listens, like really listens, and you can feel his presence grounding you even when he doesn’t say much.

It’s not that Geo doesn’t care—he just shows it in his own way. A quiet walk, a softened tone, a steady shoulder to lean on. With Geo, love isn’t loud or flashy. It’s steady, subtle, and completely genuine.

✑ Tailored to You

Geo and the five love languages? Well… Spoiler alert: this man is low-key okay at all of them, even if he’ll never admit it.

— Words of Affirmation? 

So… Compliments? Yeah, don’t hold your breath. He’s not going to gush about how you’re the most incredible person on the planet. 

But when he does say something nice? Oh, it means something. If Geo tells you, “That was impressive,” just know he’s basically screaming, “I’m so proud of you” on the inside. And if you ever compliment him? Expect a half-hearted shrug and a muttered, “I guess,” but deep down, you know he’s preening like a cat that just caught a mouse.

— Acts of Service? 

This is where Geo shines. He’s not going to say, “I love you” outright, but he’ll carry your bag, or make sure you’re eating when you’ve had a rough day. 

Dating Geo means having someone who sees you, even when you think no one else does. He’s a protector, a confidant, and someone who keeps things real—all wrapped up in a broody, mysterious package. 

Need something heavy moved? Done. Can’t open a jar? No problem. He’s like a one-man life support system, quietly taking care of you while pretending it’s no big deal.

— Receiving Gifts?

Geo doesn’t do flashy gifts, but when he gives you something? It’s weirdly specific and thoughtful. Like, you’ll casually mention liking a certain anything once, and boom—it’s sitting in front of your door the next day. He’ll pretend it’s not a big deal, though. “Oh, I just saw it at the store,” he’ll say, even though you know he went out of his way to get it.

— Quality Time?

This one is Geo’s bread and butter. He’s all about meaningful moments. Forget big group hangouts or extravagant plans—he’d rather spend a quiet evening with you, just existing in the same space. You could be doing something as mundane as grocery shopping, and he’d still find a way to make it feel special. And if you’re both just sitting in silence, reading or scrolling on your phones? That’s peak romance for him.

— Physical Touch?

All right, let’s be real—Geo isn’t big on touchy-feely stuff. He’s the type to freeze up if someone hugs him unexpectedly. But with you? He warms up to it. He’s still awkward as hell at first, but over time, he’ll start initiating small touches—a hand on your shoulder, brushing hair out of your face, or even holding your hand when no one’s looking. And if you hug him? He’ll grumble about it, but he secretly loves it.

In conclusion? Geo’s love language is basically Geo Language—quiet, understated, and 100% tailored to you. He’s not going to shout his feelings from the rooftops, but if you pay attention, his actions scream, “You’re my person, and I’m not letting you go.”

✑ Tailored to Him

So you wanna know Geo’s love languages? As unique as he is and if we had to rank them, here’s the holy trinity that makes this stoic archer tick:

Geo is an independent guy, but even the most self-sufficient people need someone who understands them. He craves someone who respects his need for space but knows when to step in with the right kind of support.

— Acts of Service (His #1, obviously)

Geo isn’t the type to ask for help—he’s too independent for that. But when you step in and do something thoughtful for him without being asked? 

That’s how you win this man over. 

He’s got this quiet appreciation for when people notice the little things, like brewing him tea when he’s had a rough day or cleaning up his gear after practice. Bonus points if you surprise him with something related to his hobbies, like a rare Japanese opera recording or a new pot for one of his plants. Acts of service show him that you’re paying attention, and trust me, he notices.

— Quality Time

Geo doesn’t want loud, over-the-top outings or big social gatherings. In fact, the less noise and chaos, the better. What he really craves is quiet, intentional moments with someone who just gets him. 

Sitting together in a cozy home, tending to his potted plants, or watching the intricate art of shadow puppetry—these are the things that speak to his soul. Geo thrives in these quiet spaces where he can relax, reflect, and enjoy meaningful companionship. 

Just don’t interrupt if he’s hyper-focused on something. He’ll side-eye you into another dimension.

— Receiving Gifts

Okay, hear me out—Geo hates getting gifts, right? I mean, he literally burned the random Valentine’s Day presents people gave him that one time. Absolute menace behavior, but honestly? It’s kind of funny in a this-man-does-not-care way. But here’s the twist: Geo’s not against all gifts. He’s just very particular.

See, he doesn’t want over-the-top, flashy stuff. No giant teddy bears, love letters, heart-shaped balloons, or anything that screams “cliché.” If you even think about giving him something generic, he’ll give you that deadpan look that could shrivel your soul. However, thoughtful, personalized gifts? 

That’s a whole different story.

Picture this: you show up with a sleek, modern pot for one of his beloved plants, or maybe a rare variety of seeds that he hasn’t gotten his hands on yet. Geo would never say it out loud, but inside? He’s lowkey impressed. Or let’s say you score him tickets to a Japanese opera—something you know he’d appreciate but would never bother getting for himself. Now, that would leave him quietly staring at you like, “…You actually get me.”

And don’t even get me started on shadow puppetry. If you found a book about advanced techniques or a vintage lamp to use for creating the perfect shadows? You’d probably see the faintest flicker of a smile—like, barely there, but it counts.

With Geo, it’s not about spending a ton of money or going big. It’s about showing that you know him—that you’ve paid attention to his quirks, his hobbies, and the things that make him tick. When the gift reflects his personality and interests? 

That’s when you see the softer side of him, the part of him that’s secretly thinking, “How did I end up with someone like this?”

And yeah, he might not say that, because Geo and verbal affection are basically strangers. But the way he takes care of that plant pot or treasures that opera ticket? 

That’ll tell you everything you need to know.

✑ Cultural Depth 

Geo’s all about his Japanese roots, but he doesn’t go around making a big deal about it. It’s in the small things—the quiet traditions he carries, the way he’ll casually drop some next-level cultural knowledge.

— Sharing His World (Quietly)

Geo isn’t the type to throw you into the deep end of his culture, but if you hang around him long enough, he’ll start to let you in. It’s like a slow reveal in a really good book—you don’t even realize you’re getting hooked until you’re deep into it. 

He’ll start small, teaching you a word or two in Japanese. Nothing too complicated at first—basic phrases like arigatou or ohayou. God writing this is killing me…

But if you’re patient (and don’t butcher the pronunciation), he might hit you with the poetic, meaningful stuff. Like, “The moon tonight reminds me of home,” kind of poetic.

And food? Oh, he’s low-key a food snob, but in the best way. If he takes you out for sushi, don’t embarrass him by drowning it in soy sauce, okay? He might roll his eyes, but deep down, he’ll think you’re a lost cause. 

Bonus points if you ask him to show you how to make something traditional, though. Watching him calmly explain how to roll onigiri while being so exact about it? Weirdly cute.

— Secret Nerd Side

Geo doesn’t advertise it, but he has a soft spot for traditional Japanese arts. Shadow puppetry? Yeah, that’s a thing he knows. He won’t just show you for fun, though—you’ll have to ask and even then, it’s going to be, like, the most casual display ever. He’ll make a crane with his hands in the middle of a quiet moment, the shadow falling perfectly on the wall, and act like it’s no big deal. 

Meanwhile, you’re sitting there, wondering if he’s secretly an 80-year-old trapped in a hot college guy’s body.

Oh, and don’t even get him started on Japanese opera. It’s his go-to when he needs to vibe or think. You might catch him with his headphones in, looking all stoic, and he’s probably listening to something hauntingly beautiful and dramatic. But good luck getting him to admit it.

✑ Such Spa Days

If there’s one thing you should know about Geo, it’s that he takes self-care very seriously. This man isn’t just about keeping clean—he’s practically the ambassador of flawless skin. His routine is a whole event, and don’t even think about interrupting it unless you want to be met with one of his signature cold stares.

Geo’s all about precision, from his perfectly tied low ponytail to his smooth, glowing complexion that looks like it came straight out of a skincare ad. He’s the guy who has a shelf full of serums, toners, face masks, and creams, all neatly organized by purpose and ingredient list. Oh, and he definitely uses products with names you can’t pronounce but that sounds expensive. He’s from the rich side of the society anyway…

Sunday nights? They’re sacred. You’ll find Geo in full spa mode, complete with a fluffy towel draped over his shoulders and maybe even some calming Japanese opera music playing softly in the background. He’ll light a candle (something subtle, probably sandalwood or green tea) and go through his routine like it’s a religious ceremony. Cleansing, exfoliating, masking—he’s got it all down to a science.

And don’t get him started on baths. Geo’s baths are an experience. He’ll fill the tub with just the right temperature water, toss in some herbal bath salts or a soothing bath bomb, and relax like he’s starring in a luxurious retreat commercial. He even has a book propped up nearby or maybe a cup of tea to complete the vibe.

The best part? Geo’s love for spa days isn’t just about himself—it’s an extension of his personality. He values control and discipline, and his skincare routine is a reflection of that. Every step, every product, is carefully chosen because it’s his way of staying grounded in a chaotic world.

Now, if you’re lucky enough to be part of his life, he might invite you into his sacred self-care space. Don’t expect anything over the top, though. Geo’s not going to gush about it, but he’ll casually hand you a face mask or suggest a product he thinks you’ll like. It’s his way of saying, “I care,” without actually saying it.

But be warned—if you touch his stuff without asking, he’ll probably give you a look that could freeze fire. He’s protective of his skincare collection, and for good reason. You’ll never forget the day you used his serum without permission and had to endure a five-minute lecture about “proper application techniques” while he looked genuinely offended.

Now, let’s get one thing straight: Geo’s devotion to skincare doesn’t just stop with himself. Oh no, if you’re doing it wrong, he will notice—and he will step in.

Say you’re casually applying his skincare collection one day, just slapping it on like it’s sunscreen at the beach. Geo, from across the room, will stop dead in his tracks, narrow his aquamarine eyes, and calmly say, “What are you doing?” in a tone that sends shivers down your spine. Before you can even protest, he’s already approaching with that look—the one that says, “I didn’t want to get involved, but you’ve left me no choice.”

Geo doesn’t offer to fix your skincare routine; he takes over. He’s not the type to sugarcoat it either. “You’re wasting product,” he’ll mutter, carefully squeezing the perfect amount of serum onto his fingertips before gently patting it into your skin. “And you’re supposed to press it in, not rub it like you’re sanding wood.”

And honestly? He’s ridiculously good at it. His hands are steady, his movements precise, and for someone who doesn’t talk much, he somehow explains every step with just enough detail to make you realize how little you knew about skincare to begin with.

Geo is not one for half-measures, so don’t be surprised when he starts rearranging your entire routine. Suddenly, you’ve got a multi-step process you never asked for, complete with double cleansing, toners, serums, and a nightly mask rotation. You didn’t even know what a niacinamide serum was before, but now you have one, and you’re using it correctly, thank you very much.

The funniest part? Geo never complains about doing your skincare. He acts mildly exasperated, sure, but you catch the tiniest flicker of pride when your skin starts glowing like his. 

And while he’d never admit it out loud, he secretly likes having an excuse to take care of you. It’s his way of showing he cares without all that messy emotional talk.

But if you dare to slack off? Oh, you’ll hear about it. “You didn’t put on sunscreen today, did you?” he’ll ask, his tone low and judgmental as he crosses his arms. “Don’t come crying to me when you age prematurely.” And yet, despite all the teasing, he’ll still hand you his favorite SPF because, deep down, he can’t stand the idea of you not taking care of yourself.

At the end of the day, Geo’s skincare obsession isn’t just about looking good—it’s about discipline, self-respect, and now, begrudgingly, making sure you’re glowing just as much as he is. 

In the end, Geo’s love for spa days isn’t just a quirky habit—it’s part of what makes him who he is. It’s his way of maintaining balance, staying composed, and, let’s be honest, looking damn good while doing it. 

✑ So Damn Competitive

Don’t let Geo’s stoic, “I’m too cool to care” vibe fool you—this man is surprisingly competitive. Like, you’d think someone who’s all about calm and control wouldn’t get riled up over a board game, right? Wrong. The moment you pull out a board game or even a deck of Uno cards, you’re witnessing a transformation. Same too…

Geo doesn’t just play to win—he plays to crush. He’s not loud about it, though. Oh no, Geo’s trash talk is subtle but devastating. “That’s an… interesting move,” he’ll say, his aquamarine eyes glinting with quiet smugness as he places his piece exactly where it’ll ruin your entire strategy. And let’s not even get started on trivia night. This man has an encyclopedic knowledge of random facts, and he’ll flex it in the most deadpan way possible.

But here’s the best part: Geo will let you win sometimes—just don’t expect him to admit it. He’ll subtly fumble a move in Jenga or conveniently “forget” the answer to a question during trivia, all while keeping that unreadable poker face. If you call him out on it? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he’ll say, completely straight-faced, as if he didn’t just let the tower fall on purpose.

The funniest part is how petty he can get when he doesn’t win. Like, say you beat him in a cooking challenge (because your pancakes were objectively fluffier). He won’t throw a fit, but you’ll catch him side-eyeing your plate like it personally offended him. “Your syrup-to-pancake ratio is off,” he might mutter under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

But his competitive streak isn’t all bad—it’s actually kind of adorable. If you’re struggling with something, Geo will quietly make it his mission to help you improve. 

Trying to get better at a sport? Let’s use Kyūdō, in other words, the Japanese martial art of archery. It started as you’d expect—Geo, all serious and instructor-like, standing behind you to adjust your posture, his hands steady as they guided yours. “Hold it like this,” he’d say, his tone calm and precise. You could tell he was in his element, and honestly? 

He’s kind of hot when he gets all focused like that.

At first, you weren’t great. The arrows went everywhere except the target and Geo’s quiet sighs of exasperation were hilarious. But instead of getting frustrated, he’d patiently explain what you were doing wrong, occasionally muttering things like, “It’s not that hard,” under his breath.

But then something shifted. One day, it just clicked. Suddenly, your arrows weren’t just hitting the target—they were landing dead center. 

Every. Single. Time.

Geo’s reaction? Priceless. He didn’t say anything at first, but you could feel his aquamarine eyes narrowing as he watched your shots. “Beginner’s luck,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Except it wasn’t luck. You kept getting better. So much better, in fact, that you started beating him.

The first time it happened, you expected him to be annoyed. But instead, he just stared at the target, then at you, and said, “You’ve been practicing without me.” (Spoiler: You hadn’t.)

From then on, Geo challenges you to little games—first one to hit three bullseyes, trick shots, you name it. And every time you won, you’d catch that subtle crease in his brow like he couldn’t quite believe it.

But despite his bruised ego, Geo was secretly proud of you. You’d catch him smiling—just barely—when you weren’t looking, and if anyone else tried to challenge you? Oh, he’d brag like crazy. “She’s the best shot here,” he’d say, completely deadpan, like he wasn’t lowkey sulking about the fact that you’d surpassed him.

Watching Geo try to outshoot you while pretending he wasn’t bothered was half the fun, you know it’s eating him up inside. “Good game,” he’ll say, his tone perfectly neutral, while internally plotting his revenge for next time.

 It’s all part of the charm, though. 

✑ You’re His Safe Space

Okay, I know—Geo and PDA? They’re not exactly besties. He’s not the guy to be all over you in public; in fact, he hates it.

Holding hands? Brings too much attention.

Kisses in front of people? Absolutely not.

He’s got that whole “reserved and composed” thing going on, and the idea of being openly mushy in front of others? Yeah, hard pass.

But here’s the plot twist: when it’s just the two of you? Total cling mode.

When Geo’s guard is down, he’s secretly so affectionate it’s almost like a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Imagine this: you’re just minding your own business—maybe reading, scrolling on your phone, or binge-watching something—and out of nowhere, you feel his arms snake around you. He doesn’t say a word; he just pulls you close, resting his chin on your shoulder or burying his face in your hair like it’s his personal safe haven.

It’s his way of saying, “You’re my peace,” without actually having to string the words together. Subtle? Yes. Effective? Absolutely.

Geo isn’t heartless—not by a long shot. He cares so much, he just doesn’t always know how to package those feelings into neat little boxes with bows on top. He’s the type to skip the love letters and dramatic proclamations and go straight to showing you how much you mean to him.

Actions over words, always.

And okay, let’s be real—some of us can relate to that. Maybe feelings aren’t the easiest thing to express, so we see a bit of ourselves in Geo. It’s not that he’s cold or distant; he’s just navigating his emotions in his own quiet way. And when he finally lets his guard down? That’s when you see his true colors.

After pulling you close, Geo turns you around, his hands lingering gently on your arms. His touch is feather-light, deliberate, as though he’s giving you a moment to realize what’s happening. He pauses, his fingers brushing against your lips in a way that sends a quiet thrill down your spine.

His eyes lock onto yours for a heartbeat—then they drop to your lips, lingering there just long enough for you to feel the tension in the air. When his gaze meets yours again, there’s something unspoken in his expression, a question he doesn’t need to say out loud: Is this okay?

And then, he leans in. It’s not rushed or overly dramatic; it’s a simple, slow movement like he wants to savor every second. His lips meet yours softly at first, testing, then growing a little firmer as he presses closer. It’s the kind of kiss that says a thousand things he wouldn’t dare put into words—trust, vulnerability, and a quiet kind of devotion he’s still figuring out how to show.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm and steady as he lingers there for a moment. It’s like time stops, and nothing else matters except the two of you in that little bubble of intimacy.

Geo’s not about grand gestures or big, romantic speeches. But this? This is his way of telling you everything. His actions speak volumes, and each small touch, each lingering look, is filled with a kind of tenderness that words could never capture.

And maybe that’s the most Geo thing about him—he doesn’t need to shout his love from rooftops or drown you in cliché romance. Instead, he gives you moments like this. Moments that feel raw, honest, and entirely yours. Moments where he silently tells you, “You’re my world,” without ever saying a word.

Trust me, it’s worth the wait.

✑ Flaws? There’s a few…

Now nobody’s perfect—not even our polished, broody archer. Geo’s got his fair share of flaws, and honestly? They add to his charm in that I-don’t-know-why-I-like-this-but-I-do kind of way. 

First of all, he’s stubborn as hell. Geo’s stubbornness could rival a brick wall and spoiler: you’re not winning an argument against him. Once his mind is made up, that’s it—game over. Whether it’s something as simple as how to fold laundry (he has a system) or something as big as life choices, he sticks to his guns like they’re glued to him. 

Convincing him to budge? Good luck; you’ll need it.

Second, he doesn’t believe in second chances. Mess up once, and that’s it—you’re done. Geo’s not the type to forgive and forget; it’s more like, “You did what? Cool, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” He’s incredibly selective about who he lets in, so if someone breaks his trust, they’re out for good. 

It’s harsh, but for Geo, it’s about protecting himself.

Third, picky with a Capital P. Geo’s the kind of person who knows exactly what he wants, and if something doesn’t meet his standards? Nope. He’s picky about everything—his appearance (always flawless), his environment (no mess, no chaos), and even the people he surrounds himself with. 

If you’re lucky enough to pass his “quality control,” congrats, you’ve made it to the inner circle.

Lastly, Geo’s got walls on walls. He’s not about to open up to just anyone, and even once he does, it’s a slow process. He’s constantly watching, analyzing, and second-guessing people’s intentions. It takes someone special to get through that, and even then, he might still keep certain things locked away.

So, What Does This All Mean?

Geo’s flaws can make him seem intimidating and hard to approach, but they’re also part of what makes him so uniquely him. His stubbornness shows his determination, and his lack of second chances highlights how much he values loyalty and his pickiness. Well, it’s just another way he shows that he’s got high standards—whether for himself or the people around him.

At the end of the day, Geo’s trust issues are a double-edged sword. They make him fiercely loyal to the people he *does* trust, but they also mean it takes a long time for him to get there. 

Still, if you’ve made it into his inner circle, congrats—you’re probably one of the few people he truly feels safe with. And that? That’s priceless.

Is he perfect? Nope. 

But would we want him any other way? Not.

✑ Thoughts + Ranting

Okay, let’s get this out of the way again: Geo has serious trust issues. And honestly? Can you blame the guy? He’s been through (we don’t know about) so much that his walls aren’t just up—they’re basically a fortress complete with a moat, a drawbridge, and probably a dragon or two guarding the gate.  

Here’s the deal: nobody really knows Geo. Like, we know he’s loaded, he’s ridiculously good with a bow, and he has a death glare that could probably stop traffic. But beyond that? Nothing. It’s like his life story is classified information, and we’re all just stuck guessing what’s in the classified files.  

So anyway, Geo used to be High Class—fancy, untouchable, the whole package—but then bam some kind of near-accident happened, and he got booted down to the Low-Class building. Can you imagine the whiplash? Going from being at the top of the food chain to the bottom? That kind of thing doesn’t just bruise your ego; it leaves emotional scars. 

And let’s be real, Geo doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to sit down and talk about his feelings and thoughts.

And then there’s Hyugo, Geo’s stepbrother and certified mortal enemy. 

If you’ve played the game, you already know the vibes. Mention Hyugo’s name around Geo, and boom—instant disgust. Like, man doesn’t even try to hide it. His whole face scrunches up like he just smelled expired milk. And then, he hits you with the classic, “Nope, we’re not talking about that.” No explanation, no backstory, just vibes. It’s lowkey hilarious how much he’s committed to pretending Hyugo doesn’t even exist. For me.

I feel like Hyugo has something to do with Geo’s big fall from High Class. Like, maybe Hyugo was the one who caused whatever accident messed up Geo’s status. Was it on purpose? Was it an accident? Who knows! But Geo clearly decided, “Yeah, you’re dead to me.” Now, the name “Hyugo” might as well be a four-letter word in Geo’s dictionary.

And then there’s Crowe—the only person Geo actually trusts. And you know that didn’t happen overnight. Crowe probably had to work overtime, chipping away at Geo’s defenses like he was mining for gold. It was probably like:

Crowe: “Hey, let’s be friends.” Geo: Stares in suspicion for six months straight. Crowe: “Alright, cool, I’ll wait.”

If it took Crowe that long to get through, what does that mean for literally anyone else? Good luck, because Geo ain’t handing out trust like candy.

Now, let’s talk about you. Geo doesn’t say much to you, but the way he just… stares at you? Constantly? It’s like he’s trying to solve some crime scene in his head and you’re the number-one suspect. You’re just standing there like, “Uh, did I do something wrong? Or do I just look suspicious?”

Honestly, it’s so awkward and funny. Like, dude, either spill whatever you need to say or stop looking at me like that. But nah, Geo’s gonna stay quiet, because why use words when you can silently judge someone instead?

That’s the Geo experience in a nutshell.

Maybe he doesn’t trust you because of something to do with Crowe—like, maybe he thinks you’re toying with Crowe’s feelings ouch, judgmental much?. Or—plot twist—he’s onto something way bigger. What if he already knows you’re being stalked by whatever creepy thing is lurking in the shadows, and he’s just keeping tabs to figure out why it’s after you?

Who knows?

But here’s the thing about Geo: in the game, he’s not super complicated to figure out. He’s more of a supporting character—like that mysterious friend everyone secretly simps for but who tragically isn’t dateable. Pain. He’s just this quiet, chill dude with sharp words, killer aim, and a ponytail that probably smells like fancy shampoo. And somehow, he’s still everyone’s type. Go figure.

So yeah, Geo’s like a locked box made of solid silver—fancy, mysterious, and absolutely refusing to open. Respect the whole “keeping it classy” vibe, but come on, man—just crack the lid a little!

We’re starving for answers!

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Where Are You? (Part 3)

A/N: Alright. Here is part 3. The next part is the last one! I will put a link to part 2 and part 2 will have a link to part 1. If anyone knows how to make the links into those highlighted links that say "Part" so and so please tell me :') It would help so much.

Genre: Angst, Hurt with some comfort

Words: 1.7K

Enjoy!

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I couldn’t believe my eyes. Right now, at this moment, Zayne was right in front of me in the pouring rain. I asked for a sign and this is what I get? The person I love who I no longer wanted to see standing in front of me? I thought to myself.

Zayne and I stared at each other for what seemed like hours. I felt many emotions at once. I wanted to yell at him, run away from him, but I also wanted to cry and flung myself towards him. I gave him an angry look and shook my head at him. I refuse to let him back in after everything he’s done. I turned around, but before I could take a step he spoke up.

“Wait! Please. I need to explain why I couldn’t make it.” His voice was laced with desperation as he took a step forward towards me. The moment I heard his voice I lost it and turned to face him again.

“Stop! It’s not just the New Year I was waiting for, Doctor Zayne. I waited for you even before then! I tried to make sure that we spent some time together. Instead of you accepting my invitations you just rejected me! I devoted myself towards you and you couldn’t do that for me in the last few months of the year!” I began to cry and clench my fists, “All I wanted was to see you. I didn’t care if we just stayed at your house or my apartment as long as we were together. Then you had the nerve to be annoyed with my presence? I had to be the one to apologize for bothering you doing your work when I went to your place to be with you? All I could feel was rejection over and over again. Just where were you, Zayne?”

Zayne held his head down feeling great shame. I panted after finally letting everything I have been feeling out. I waited for him to say something only to be met with silence. I scoffed at the man and began to walk away. Next thing I knew a large hand grabbed my wrist and a giant umbrella covering the rain. I turned my head to see Zayne with a look I couldn’t read. Was it determination or desperation? Or both? I couldn’t tell.

“Let’s get out of the rain. You’ll catch a cold. I’ll take you to my place and we’ll talk.” He calmly says and begins to walk while gently pulling me. I pulled my arm with great force and he turned around in shock at my action.

“Forget it.” I sneered. “If I catch a cold I can take care of myself! I don’t need you! And you don’t need me obviously!”

His umbrella fell out of his hands and his eyes widened in shock. I know why. I remember when I went to save him when he was trapped during his trip and he said he did need me. I needed him too. I still do, but I refuse to admit and in hopes by saying this outloud my heart will too. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work.

I used this chance to try again to get away from him and just ran. I don’t know how long I ran for, but after a bit of time I stopped and tried to catch my breath. Everything felt so cold. Life has never felt so cold thanks to Zayne. When I thought of him I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Why? For someone who wields the power of ice brought me so much warmth in my life. Now that warmth is gone. I looked up at the sky only to feel rain pouring down my face. I shivered and tried to warm myself up by rubbing my arms with my hands in an up and down motion. I began to cough and walk home.

“So…cold….” I coughed. My eyes began to lose focus and my pace was faltering. Within seconds I blacked out.

The scent of chamomile tea wakes me from my slumber. I groaned and turned my body only to slowly realize that I was lying on a bed. A bed I knew that didn’t belong to me. I had my suspicions and they were about to be confirmed judging from the footsteps that I am hearing come closer until the person is right in my presence. I pretended to stay asleep in order to avoid any contact with him. Then again, I can’t open my eyes anyways thanks to this nasty headache. Damn. I never felt so sick in my life. I thought to myself.

I heard the mug being set down on top of the nightstand. A sigh escaped his lips before he spoke, “I’m sorry.” He placed a hand on my face and used his thumb to stroke my cheek. I felt the urge to nuzzle his hand, but I didn’t want to give into the temptation along with my body feeling incredibly weak. He pulled his hand away and I could hear him walking away. I waited for the door to be closed and when I did I tried to find the strength to open my eyes. After I managed to open my eyes to see it was daytime I began to slowly sit up on the bed. My body ached everywhere. I panted after I sat up and looked to my right to see the hot tea that Zayne made for me. My fatigue and aching body made it really difficult for me to reach for that cup, but I was determined to grab it. I can do it. If I can grab it then I can prove to myself that I don’t need him. I thought to myself.

Unfortunately, instead of grabbing it I knocked it over.

“Damn it.” I muttered. I slowly pulled the covers off so I could get down to pick it up, hoping that Zayne didn’t hear the cup being knocked and just went to work. However, my hopes were dashed and next thing I knew I heard the door open. His hair was disheveled, his white buttoned shirt was slightly open, and his tie was undone. He saw the state I was in and rushed towards me.

“I got it.” He said and picked up the mug. He placed it back on top of the nightstand and looked at me. “I’ll get you another cup. Get back under the covers and stay warm.” He helped me lay back down on his bed. I didn’t bother fighting him. Instead, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

Hours Later

I woke up with a bit more strength in my body. With little strength I had I opened my eyes. It was nighttime and the first I saw in front of me was Zayne sitting in a chair right beside me. His arms were crossed as he slept soundly. I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. I looked at his beautiful long eyelashes. I loved every part of him inside and out. I shakily reach out to touch his eyelashes. Next thing I knew I was caressing his face. He nuzzled into it and slowly began to wake up. I began to retract my hand, but he quickly grabbed it. He locked his eyes onto my face.

“Don’t let go.” Zayne pleaded. I tried to pull away, but my fatigue wouldn’t let me. Still, that didn’t stop Zayne from tightening his hold. “Know that I will never let go.”

“Zayne. Please.” Now it was my turn to beg. This was bad. If he pleaded with me to stay with him now I probably would say yes at this moment. He sighed and with his free hand he reached for the mug at the nightstand and brought it to my lips.

“Drink this. I made sure to keep it hot.” Knowing Zayne he must have kept it hot for me as I slept and waited until I woke up so I could drink it. I accepted his help and slowly drank the cup of chamomile tea. I could feel my body feeling relief until I began to cough. Zayne patted my back gently after he pulled the cup away from me.

After I was done with the tea and coughing more, Zayne and I just sat there in silence. Once again, just like last night in the rain he broke the silence.

“I know you’re angry and disappointed with me. You have every right to be. You were right. I didn’t treasure you properly. You always extended your hand at me and I didn’t take it. You even gave me a chance when you wanted to spend New Year’s together and I let you down. I thought I could explain it, but it would just be an excuse.” He said while hanging his head down.

Is he…going to let go after all even though he just said he wouldn’t? I thought.

“But-” His voice interrupted my thoughts. He brought his head up and looked at me in the eyes with a look of determination, “I need you. A life without you is colder than the coldest winters. I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t making this easy. His eyes were so honest with his apologetic words. I know he is speaking from his heart. It wasn’t easy for him in the beginning, but as time passed he spoke his feelings more openly with me. Even though my anger had subsided I still felt the pain he left. The disappointment. I shook my head.

“Zayne…I don’t know.” I looked down. He used his thumb to turn my face towards him.

“I promise you that I won’t let you down again. Please give me another chance. If I have to fight for it then so be it. I don’t care how long it takes.” He says with determination in his eyes.

My heart was pounding from his words. Should I really give him another chance? Half of me wanted to reject him on the spot so I could avoid the risk of being hurt again while the other half of me wanted to say yes and start over right away. I could see he was waiting for an answer. So I gave him one.

“Let me think about it.”

[quarterlifekitty]

To add to my earlier ask about how I have more step-dad Nik, your add on was so good because absolutely. Yes. Sweet girl is too fucked out to ask about protection or to think of anything other than Nik fucking load after load into her. She also doesn't think to ask for protection the next day in the shower since Nik gets her so worked up with his mouth first. Makes her cum on his tongue at least twice before fucking a few more out of her and filling her again. Cleans her up too, happy to hold his sweet girl and bathe her. Now I don't know how but she manages to get Nik to let her leave a second time (Nik is getting a new house ready closer to her college so she can attend online schooling, he doesn't want her feeling stir crazy when she's further along after all) and about a month after getting back she finds out she's pregnant. And despite being absolutely terrified of the situation she doesn't want to get rid of it, or at least keeps putting it off out of nerves. She eventually asks Nik if she can come visit and he's like 'oh, I sold that house, too many memories with the ex, new house is much closer to you though, do not worry' and he picks her up. Hand on her thigh the whole way to his (their) new home. She tries to act normal and everything but Nikolai can tell his sweet girl is distressed and presses her for the reason. Eventually she caves and tearfully confesses she's pregnant and she's 'so sorry' that she was so reckless and that she swears she won't bother him with anything and she'll go and he doesn't have to worry about her. And Nik only smiles 'Ah, what makes you think I'm mad? Hmm? And on that note, what makes you think that I'm not going to keep my pretty girl right here where I can take care of her?' and while SD should definitely be nervous and the red flags should be waving she never had a great basis for healthy relationships and she is falling for Nik as ashamed as she was of it at first. She keeps asking him if he's sure and it gets to a point where he just picks her up and takes her to their bed to show her just how sure he is. Funny side note Nik fully shoots her mom a text with something like 'thanks for introducing me to my soon to be wife, you should expect grandchildren within a year. Don't expect to see them though.' (take any dialog I type as an idea of what someone says cause I'm ass at typing in character) Once again thank you for listening to my rambling

Bro please ramble here all the time forever. I love this and I owe you my life.

Nik sending his ex a picture— doesn’t have your face in it, but you’re wearing like the one piece of family jewelry you ever got from her side of the family. It’s got your baby bump, and his hand holding yours— got a pretty ring on it now, too. And then he blocks her <3

Also reader like 100% has daddy issues in this one. Like her mom is piece of work and her dad is completely absent for whatever reason— when was the last time someone took care of her? Probably back when she was physically incapable of caring for herself. From the moment she could dress and feed herself she was on her own. It’s why it’s so painfully easy for her to fall into things with Nik. After a life that kind of treatment, Nik’s brand of doting is like crack.

And I like to imagine, while she might not know this in a full conscious way, she wanted to keep the baby because she fully expected Nikolai to leave her. It’s what she’s used to— and it’s strange for her to depend on him so much when he’s just her former stepfather, no? She’s constantly second guessing herself about leaning on him even a little— that she’s probably bothering him, and he’s just too kind to tell her off. But she does love him. So things would be hard, to raise the baby on her own, but at least she’d have a piece of him with her. She could remember the moments they shared that way, even when he left her.

She’s in for the fucking, no, the lovemaking of a lifetime when she confesses that little tidbit to him.

(This is all just my humble onion as this story is yours lol but this is what goes on in my imagination realm)

[danmeicoffeecat]

The point about how binging all the seasons together is so true.

Me and my mom watched all the 4 seasons together in Feb 2024. Although I have heard about stranger things and the hype during 2022 in yt and all, I didn't watch it then. Like, I could tell it was a show I would really love if I just gave it a watch, but still I couldn't start watching it (me and my watchlist have commitment issues).

Anyways, when we started watching, from the first season itself when Joyce went to Hopper to file for a missing complaint; the moment she said Lonnie basically bullied his own child for being queer, I was convinced about Will being gay. My mom also clocked in on it and asked.

I was still not sure about Mike's queerness. But it did stick out to me how emotional he was throughout S1 -- worried out his mind for Will, his outburst at how Will can't be dead, him staying up at the hospital waiting for Will to wake up. Similarly, in S2, wherever Will was Mike was there, giving his at most care and concern for Will's well-being.

I was so flabbergasted at how in S3, they became distant. We both were like why did they drastically change Mike's character?? His character was all over the place, at times being the same old Mike we knew then pulling 180-degree shift.

S4 beginning was also like this. Then after El was taken to the NINA project and Mike and Will start talking to each other, like really have a convo, things seemed back to normal. (I'm so sorry if this is all over the place).

But still mind you, although i did feel the chemistry between byler, I was not sure if it was just me reading to much into. My mom completely missed it, the romantic undertones.

When I started watching the different analysis vids and all, that's when I really felt, okay maybe I did clock in something substantiable.

We're planning to rewatch them again soon and wish me luck on getting my mom also aware of it.

Now about Mike and El's relationship, I remember being so irritated about it in S1, because up until that point their dynamic was so compatible as friends or siblings and this romantic twist completely took me out. But then I thought, maybe as a queer person myself, I was unable to pick upon it(lmao). S2, it was pretty clear Mike cared for El, but still didn't convince me it was something romantic. S3, I was not at all interested in their relationship. I could see Mike was not really putting much effort into the relationship as much as El. It felt like he had a gf because that's what they were supposed to do. Honestly, El not being Mike's gf really suited her character. I didn't expect them to get back together again. And ohboi that was one awkward kiss, that too not even adorable, just straight up uncomfortable. Second only to the airport-half-hug-fist-bump kinda situation.

Where I'm going with this is, although I picked up very few really sus moments while binging it, I did not fully register it. But as I liked to immerse myself with analysis vids and edits after finishing a show, I started to register those moments more clearly. My mom though, enjoyed it but completely forgot most stuff; she didn't check it out after watching. Also, she is kinda slow on clocking in on queer relationships. We were watching a series with a lesbian couple, and it took her 4eps to realise that. But kudos to her, becoz they were like side characters who were providing info and stuff to the mc; no scenes of them being physically affectionate, just domestic living-together-vibes. I'll take whatever win I can get.

So, yeah, binging all the eps together really makes it hard to pick up on stuff unless u are a really sharp viewer and is familiar with reading into subtext and cinematography.

ex milkvan ride-or-die shipper and i am convinced the majority of modern day milkvan shippers are people who didn’t watch the show until it became super popular in 2022 when s4 was coming out.

like, there is a difference between binging all four seasons of a show and having years of wait between each one.

the time between each one gives you time to reflect on what you might see next season. as a milkvan truther after watching the first 2 seasons of the show in 2018, i was super excited for season 3 because we could see mike and eleven finally be together after their sweet reunion in the s2 finale.

and then…they literally break up in the first 2 episodes 😭

all my expectations flew straight out the window. i remember sitting there like “oh…wait what?” not necessarily disappointed (probably idk i was like 13) but super confused. even when they kissed at the end i hated it because it was just such an awkward kiss omdsssss😑

fast forward 3 years then i’m 16 and in a lesbian relationship and milkvan is just not hitting any spots. can’t remember what my expectations were for them, but i hated their reunion and didn’t have high hopes for them after that. (high hopes looked at the “i love you” scene, laughed, and left forever)

it was after vol2 was out and marinated when i started to see byler for what it was, because much like milkvan itself, each new season broke down all the expectations i had for them whilst byler only thrived.

binging all four seasons completely in one go strips this kind of trial and error experience away from you, you’re less likely to have grown accustomed to the writing and predict what will happen next time. (not suggesting bingers who joined in 2022 and post cant have picked up on byler too, it’s just a bit more difficult for the average person so pat yourself on the back if that’s your experience)

hence why i see so many new milkvans claim s5 is gonna be the season where they’re finally the power couple we thought they’d be back in 2018…and they weren’t.

“they’re gonna get married and 🤫 and have superpowered babies!”…what in the muthr fokc?

the only power they ever had was the power of heteronormativity

still love their pairing, but they’d be so much more powerful as friends like they were in the beginning

[unintentionaloracle]

Cause For Concern [Fic]

(The Bloodline Doesn't Know Part 3 of 4)

I know we just ate this Raw, but I got a new chapter in this (unintended) saga to drop! And it's gonna be a painful one, so buckle up! (With a little surprise I won't spoil in the tags 🤭)

Summary: Sami has to come clean to Kevin. He knows this. However, turmoil in The Bloodline could make it harder...and worse...

Sami woke up gently, firmly held by Kevin's strong arms. Kevin's foot gently caressed his. He felt Kevin nuzzle into his neck. At first, Sami settled in, content and happy to be cuddled by the man he loved. “Mmm. G’morning, sexy...” He said, softly, caressing his forearm.

“Morning, sexy...” He responded.

The warmth couldn't last, however. He remembered what he had to do, and it hit like water to fire. “Hey, Kev? Remember what I told you last night?”

“Mmm...that you had something important to talk about?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah,” Sami said, shifting around. “I have to tell you this because I love you. Before this continues.” He said, placing his hand on Kevin's heart gently.

“Oh my God...are you pregnant?” Kevin asked.

Sami couldn't tell if it was joking or not, with his tone and him being Kevin. “No? I can't?” He huffed. “Kevin, I'm being serious.”

Kevin shook his head. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

Sami took a deep breath. “Kevin, I've been–”

Sami's phone rang. It was Jimmy's theme song. He groaned as he reached for it. Now is not the time, Jimmy!

Kevin gently tried to stop him from picking up the phone. “Ignore him. Just tell me what you gotta say, Sami,” he said, looking at him so softly it broke Sami's heart.

“I can't. He'll just keep calling and I'll never get a word in...” Sami said with a groan. He took a deep breath, put on his happy face, and picked up. “What's up, my dawg? Why are you calling so early?” He asked in what could only be described as his “customer service voice”.

“Uce, you gotta get down to the arena. Heyman says Roman's calling an emergency family meeting. Something about betrayal.”

Sami could feel the color drain from his face. “Right away?”

“Right away.”

Sami sighed, “Okay.” He hung up and started getting dressed (making sure he grabbed one of his Bloodline shirts) before turning his attention to Kevin. “I'm sorry, there's something I gotta do first. It's Roman. Sounds like he'll kill me if I'm not there.”

Or if I am there...

Kevin got dressed, too, then grabbed his keys. “I'll drive you. Hell, I'll wait in the parking lot for you, too. As backup if it goes bad.”

“Kevin, that's sweet, but...”

Kevin gently shushed Sami before caressing his face. “Whatever this is, it's got you terrified. You've been there for me these past few weeks, Sami. Let me be there for you this time, my guardian angel,” he said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

The words “guardian angel” felt like barbed wire. There was no dissuading him. And it sounded like he'd have to diffuse Roman before he could talk to Kevin. “Okay, you nostalgic sap,” he teased.

Kevin chuckled and kissed his cheek repeatedly. Playfully. Sami couldn't help but laugh. “Stop!” He playfully protested. “I really have to go!”

“Okay, then let's go.”

---

Sami was the second to arrive at the arena lobby, after Jimmy. Roman was apparently running fashionably late to his own emergency meeting. “Any idea what it's about?”

“Probably me,” Jey sighed as he arrived at the scene. His hair was still messy, at first glance from waking up. But judging by the very visible lipstick stains on his face and neck, he didn't get much sleep at all.

Sami grinned. “You and Rhea!?”

Jey started to swagger over to Jimmy and Sami, a goofy grin on his face. “Yeah! Ya boy went to Rhea’s hotel room after you left. To talk to her face-to-face,”

“Yeet!” Sami said, almost on compulsion.

“We got our mack on,”

“Yeet!”

“She told me what'd been eating her,”

“Yeet!”

“I told her she’s got me: heart, body, and soul...”

“YEET!” Sami said alongside Jimmy, who was also getting swept up in it, now.

“We made it official!”

“YEET!”

“And–”

“And now you're going to destroy the family, again. Because of her. For shame.” Heyman interrupted, looking like a stern parent. “And after everything Roman has done for you.”

“...Yeet?” Jimmy said awkwardly.

Sami looked over at Jey, who'd seemed to somewhat shut down. “Jey...”

“I just...”

Roman burst on the scene, grabbing Jey by the collar. “You're just gonna quit The Bloodline!? Over the phone!?”

“Uce!” Sami and Jimmy said in unison.

Oh, come on, Jey! Sami thought. He hadn't expected Jey to beat him to the punch, let alone do it so stupidly.

“I mean, I wasn't sure if I'd get a hold of you face to face, Roman...” Jey said. “And I need to! I love her.”

“You love her enough to betray your family?”

“I’m not betraying the family! And it's not just that! I just...I got things I wanna do on my own, uce! I wanna beat Gunther! Become a big dog in my own right! We helped you get the ula fala back and take down Solo. You're the One True Tribal Chief and nobody can take it away from you. Now it's time we get to do our own thing!” Jey turned to Jimmy. “You had big plans, too. Right, Big Jim?”

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably. “I mean...I am the only one of us who hasn't held his own solo belt...”

Roman let go of Jey. “And you can't accomplish that with all of us, together? Helping you out?”

“‘Together’!?” Sami interjected. “‘Helping us out?’ You're hardly around! And you've never helped us with anything! Where were you when Solo sabotaged Jey's title match? When Drew was harassing all of us? When Jimmy lost MONTHS of his career to Solo? We’ve all helped you more times than I can count, but I can barely count when you've done the same!”

Sami covered his mouth. His pulse rushed and pounded in his ear. So much for de-escalation.

Roman looked at him. “Really? I think letting you anywhere near this family was more than helpful to you, Sami.” He said, venomously. Roman had never looked more like The Tribal Chief he once was–he probably always had been–until now.

Disappointment distilled in Sami's heart.

“Yeah. And I'm grateful. And you're all family to me and nothing can change that. But...I think it's time I move on, too. I have things I need to accomplish...”

“Like screwing that asshole Kevin any time you please?” Roman bit back. “Because you've been doing that plenty, already.”

Jimmy's eyebrows raised. “Sami, you've been seeing–!?”

“Yes!” Sami, Jey, Roman, and Heyman answered in unison.

“...And I'm the only one who didn't know!?”

“Sorry, it was supposed to be a secret, and you, well...” Sami started.

“Oh, yeah. No no, I get it.” Jimmy said, backing off.

“And not just screwing Kevin Owens,” Heyman announced. “Sami has been using us! He's passing along intimate, dangerous information about us that that feral animal he calls a boyfriend can use against the family in exchange for getting some–!”

“I never passed on “dangerous” information! We never had any because Roman isn't around! And anything I did tell him was just to pacify him! I did it for the family AND for the man I love!” Sami shouted.

“...So you admit you lied to me...” Roman said, coldly.

“...Yes. For the greater good.”

“For the greater good? Or to save your own ass?” Roman countered, slowly getting in Sami's space. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimmy and Jey brace themselves to intervene.

Sami stood his ground, his blood turned to liquid steel. “Maybe. But I'd also hoped maybe you'd actually changed when you went away. Learned to appreciate us. Became the man I used to think you were, deep down, two years ago. What anyone else said be damned. Or at least that you were on your way to that, and maybe I could help that man become all he could be. We’ve sacrificed everything for you, Roman...”

Images flashed in Sami's mind: holding his own title again and celebrating with Jey. Seth excitedly telling him, his good friend, what he did that weekend the minute he saw him backstage on Raw. Hugging Kevin after they'd wrestled a PLE, excitedly or consolingly. Kissing him in front of everyone. Waking up the next morning to that sleepy, loving gaze only he got to see...

“...the least you could do is let us get that back.”

Roman glared at him, only briefly glancing away at The Usos. For a moment, Sami swore he saw something else in his face. Hurt. Before Sami could cave, Roman closed his eyes and growled.

“I don't wanna be near any of you right now.”

With that, the OTC began to storm off.

Heyman looked at the three of them. “I hope you're all happy,” he said, about to follow Roman.

“That means you, too, Wiseman.” Roman said, then went out the door.

Heyman looked like Roman had just shot him in cold blood. He wandered off somewhere in the arena, dazed.

Jimmy huffed. “I barely did anything! Why's he mad at me, too!?”

Jey crouched down (practically collapsing), hands clasped together as if in prayer, forehead against his thumbs. Sami went over to him. “Jey, we did the right thing...”

“I know, it's just...this doesn't feel good, uce...” Jey said.

“Jey?”

The boys turned their heads to Rhea, who had just entered the lobby. She went to his side, kneeling down. “Are you okay? I saw Roman storm off...” She got a steely look in her eyes. “Did he do this?” Rhea asked, her voice holding an unspoken promise: she would make Roman regret it if he did.

“It's fine, baby. It's done. I quit The Bloodline. Sami, too,” Jey said.

Rhea’s expression softened. She looked up at Sami for confirmation. He nodded. She nodded back and hugged Jey. “Hey, it's gonna be okay. You aren't gonna be alone again. You've got me, Sami, Damian, Jimmy...” She said, looking up at his brother.

Jimmy nodded back at her.

“C’mon, let's go get some fresh air, okay?” Rhea suggested.

Jey nodded. Rhea helped him upright. Tears were in his eyes. She didn't say a word to the others as she helped him outside, just offering a wave. The boys waved back.

Jimmy looked at Sami. He shifted awkwardly, his eyes desperately darting anywhere else. “I...I should check on the Wiseman, uce...”

Sami nodded. “Yeah. Good luck, man. I gotta...I need to check on Kevin...”

Jimmy sighed. “Yeah, you do that. We'll talk later.”

“Of course,” Sami said. He sighed, as well. “Of course...”

---

Sami made his way back to the car and Kevin. At first, Kevin smiled, but that quickly fell when he saw the harrowed look on his lover's face. “What happened?”

“I think I just left The Bloodline. Or broke it up forever. I don't know, yet.”

Kevin gripped the steering wheel. “Need me to kick his ass?”

“No, I just...” Sami’s eyes started to burn. “I just need to talk to you. Now.”

---

Sami explained everything to Kevin, the whole truth. He kept trying to give Kevin a chance to respond, but he said nothing. His face never changed. A tear fell down Sami's cheek.

“And I swear, I didn't mean to let this go as far as it did. All I wanted was to make sure you wouldn't be alone and–”

“Get the hell out of my car.” Kevin said, face still unchanging.

Sami felt hollowed out. “...Kev–”

“I said get out!” Kevin barked, his eyes becoming rimmed with red.

“I didn't want to hurt you...” Sami’s voice cracked.

“Yeah, well, you did. Now get out.”

Sami couldn't move. Tears streamed down his face.

“Fine. Screw it. I'll leave my rental car!” Kevin said, storming out of the car, keys in hand.

“Where are you going?” Sami asked, crawling to the driver's side.

“A walk! Do whatever you want. You could beg and plead for Roman to take you back! I don't care anymore!” Kevin declared. Then his voice wavered. “Just...please don't be here when I get back...” Kevin stormed off, shaking as he reached around in his pockets.

Sami didn't chase after him. He knew to give Kevin his space. His tears evolved into full-fledged sobs. Sami tried to wipe his eyes with the hem of his shirt, only to be greeted with “The OG Bloodline” print. Tearing the shirt from his body, he tossed it out the window and let out an anguished wail.

For the first time in weeks, he had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

---

Almost across town, Roman braced himself outside a hotel door. It wasn't often that he was in the same town, but the stars aligned that both their shows would be here this week.

Getting the hotel and room number was easy. If he could afford a motorcade, he could afford to get some shady info under the table. It was actually talking to him that was the hard part. After all this time, could he?

No, he needed to. He needed him. His kingdom was crumbling right before his eyes, and he needed someone to talk to. Or at least make him forget it was happening for a while. He knocked on the door.

It opened.

“Look, I know it's been forever and you probably hate seeing me, but...” Roman started to feel himself crumble. “I have nothing. And I...” Roman fell to his knees. “I needed to see you. Please...”

He heard a familiar chuckle. “Hello to you, too. Never thought I'd see the so-called Tribal Chief begging to me, again...”

Roman looked up, flipping the veil of his hair out of his eyes. He was greeted by a beautiful sight he hadn't seen in years.

Mox, the man he'd once known (he'd once loved) as Dean, leaned against the doorframe, hypnotically swirling a toothpick around in his mouth. “Yeah, come in, I guess...”

[yanderecrazysie]

Wishes (Yandere Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto)

Another Commission, yay! Thank you so much!

Title: Wishes

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader; Bokuto Kotarou x Reader; Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, demons, NSFW, consensual sex, chubby reader, somewhat goth reader, aged up characters as always

“You know those things don’t work,” your best friend said with a roll of her eyes.

“I know,” you replied. Still, you felt oddly drawn to the beaten-up ouija board box. You took off the lid and stared down at the board. It was in perfect condition and had a black planchette included.

Your friend had already moved on to look at the rest of the yard sale. You approached the lady sitting at the check-out table, which was just a fold-out table with a lockbox filled with money.

“How much is this?” you asked, holding up the box.

The woman’s eyes went wide for a moment before she said quickly, “You can have it. On the house.”

“Huh?” you didn’t expect that reaction, “Why is it free?”

“Look how beaten up it is!” she said shrilly, “No one else would want it.”

“But the board is in perfect-”

“Take it, please,” the lady interrupted with a tone of finality. You shrugged and thanked her.

Honestly, it just made you more interested in the board. Creepy things were totally your thing. Not that anyone would be surprised by that by looking at you: all-black clothing covering your chubby form, hair dyed black, and plenty of piercings…

You tucked the box under your arm and went over to your friend. She gave you an “are-you-serious” look. “You’re actually going to take that thing home?”

“It’ll be fun to mess with,” you shrugged, “Maybe I’ll summon a demon or two. You know, spice things up a bit.”

Your friend shook her head, “Just don’t let it eat your soul or whatever.”

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You opened the box and pulled out the ouija board and planchette, placing them on your kitchen table. You turned off all the lights and lit a few candles so you could still see the board. Setting your fingers on the smooth black planchette and taking a deep breath, you said, “Alright, let’s see if this works.”

“Is anyone here?” you asked loudly. Your heart beated violently in your chest.

Nothing happened. The room was completely silent. You were about to give up when the planchette suddenly moved. Slowly, it slid to YES.

You stopped breathing. “Who are you?” you asked.

The planchette moved under your fingers, deliberately spelling out: B O K U T O.

“Bokuto? Are you alone?”

NO.

Your heart beat faster, “Who is with you?”

The board responded fast this time. K U R O O and, after a few second, O I K A W A.

“What brought you here?”

The planchette was still for a few moments. Then, it spelled out Y O U.

Before you had time to process that answer, the candles flickered violently before blowing out completely. You swallowed in complete darkness.

The ouija board began to glow, then, with a loud CRACK the board split in half and the room filled with a swirling red mist.

You scrambled backwards and flicked the light switch on to see better. Three figures now stood in front of your table, smiling at you deviously.

The first man, his silver hair streaked with black and his golden eyes glowing with excitement, said, “Hey hey hey! You called and here I am!”

The second man had dark hair and a sharp grin, “Well, well, looks like someone has a thing for danger. Lucky us.”

The last man stepped forward, his charming smile not putting you at ease, “You must be the reason we were dragged here. And what a reason you are!”

You backed up until your back hit your couch, “Who are you?”

The first man pouted, “I’m Bokuto, remember?”

“Kuroo,” said the dark-haired man.

“And I’m Oikawa,” purred the last man.

“What do you want from me?” you asked.

“You summoned us,” Oikawa pointed out, “Surely you had a reason.”

Your breath hitched, “I-I didn’t think it would actually work,” you stammered.

Bokuto grinned wide, his sharp teeth glinting, “Doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. We’re here now!”

Kuroo stepped closer, “Summoning us ties a little connection,” he said, “And we don’t take that lightly.”

“You must want something, cutie,” Oikawa crooned, “Companionship? Power? A little danger in your life.”

You stared at them for a moment. As someone who had been bullied mercilessly in school for your weight, power was definitely something you would like.

“Do I have to give up my soul?” you asked carefully.

“We’re incubi, so all you need to get what you want is to offer your body to one of us,” Oikawa explained.

“What if I want three wishes?” you asked.

“Then you would need to sleep with all of us,” Kuroo replied, looking intrigued, “That would be a first.”

“Fine,” your voice wavered, “I want people to respect and fear me. I want success in everything I do. And I want someone to love me for me, instead of expecting me to change.”

The demons exchanged amused glances. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” Oikawa crooned, “Are you entirely sure.”

“Absolutely,” you said, hope flaring in your chest. This may be the best decision you’ve ever made!

Oikawa reached forward and laid his hand on your clothing. In an instant, it disappeared, leaving you completely naked. The clothing on the demons disappeared as well. Your heart caught in your throat. This was a rather… ambitious decision. Could you really take all of them?

“You’re in for a treat, my dear,” Oikawa purred, lifting you into the air and placing you on the couch. His fingers pinched your nipples and Kuroo’s mouth found yours. You moaned into the kiss and Kuroo’s tongue slipped past your lips, making out with you as though he needed it more than air.

Bokuto, meanwhile, was making his way down your body. His warm breath on your cunt as he began kissing the insides of your thighs. Kuroo’s hands roamed over your ass. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Oikawa’s fingers finally released your nipples and he took Kuroo’s place, kissing you passionately. Kuroo’s fingers began probing at your back entrance, teasingly moving them in and out. 

Without warning, Bokuto’s tongue was on your clit, licking and sucking until you cried out in the best orgasm of your life.

The demons weren’t done with you yet. “You ready, my dear?” came Kuroo’s husky voice. You nodded, still trembling from your orgasm.

Kuroo’s cock slid into your ass at the same time as Bokuto’s slid into your cunt. You moaned loudly and Oikawa’s cock pushed its way into your throat. 

You never imagined taking three cocks at once but you were in heaven. Which was ironic, considering these men most certainly came from hell.

They began to thrust gently, all in unison as though they’d planned this from the start. And maybe they had.

You gagged a little on Oikawa’s length, drool dripping down your chin. You were struck dumb by all the impressively-sized dicks and, once one of them hit your g-spot, you were lost to a world of pleasure.

You came even harder than before, the vibrations from your moan and the squeezing of your walls causing Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto to cum too. You swallowed every drop of Oikawa’s thick cum and licked your lips. The other two men pulled out and you could feel their cum dripping from your holes.

You laid back down on the couch, panting. The three demons stood above you, grinning down at you.

“My wishes,” you managed to ask, “When will they come true?”

The demons exchanged amused glances once more. “They already have.”

“Who is the guy that will fall in love with me, then?” you asked.

“There’s actually three. Take a wild guess who,” Oikawa snickered, kissing you gently on the neck.

Your blood ran cold, “But-”

“I told you to be careful what to wish for.

[noona-clock]

Heart of the Ranch - Part 8, Final Chapter

Genre: Cowboy!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | Words: 3,298

A Few Months Later

When you realized that your hand was resting on the inside handle of the car door as your rideshare drove up the graveled road toward BTS Ranch, you had to laugh softly to yourself.

Today, you were ready to open the door at a moment's notice because you could barely wait a moment longer to see a certain handsome cowboy (something he wasn't particularly fond of being called, by the way), but a few months ago it had been because you could barely wait to get out and check your phone for any work notifications you'd missed on the flight.

It's funny how things can change so quickly, isn't it?

Your heart jumped up into your throat as the car approached the house, and when you saw Namjoon step out onto the porch, an anxious smile curved your lips. You were good-anxious to see him since it had been several weeks since your last visit here, but you were still nervous-anxious because... Namjoon still made you nervous-anxious like that. Not particularly in a bad way. Just in a 'I've only been dating this person for a few months' kind of way, y'know?

Anyway.

The second the car stopped in front of the house, you pulled on the handle, pushed the door open, and sprang out of your seat.

Your eyes connected with Namjoon's as you jogged over to him, your heart skipping a beat as a wide grin appeared on his lips -- and dimpled his cheeks.

He held his arms out as you approached, and when you practically threw yourself into those strong, familiar, comforting arms, he wrapped them around you so tightly that it almost hurt to breathe. But boy did it feel wonderful.

"I missed you," he murmured as he buried his face in your hair. "Ten weeks is too long to go without seeing you."

"Ten weeks?!" you laughed. "It's been four and a half!"

Trust me, you'd been keeping track.

"Well, it felt like ten. Felt like ten months, actually."

His words made you beam and squeeze his neck tighter.

But then you pulled back just enough to see his face, to grin and look him in the eye when you replied, "I missed you, too, cowboy."

Namjoon huffed with irritation, though he still captured your lips in a sweet yet hungry greeting kiss.

"I'm not a cowboy," he grumbled against your lips, as he always did when you called him a cowboy.

Before you could answer with your customary "You are to me," the driver of your rideshare beeped his horn. Both yours and Namjoon's heads swiveled to look, seeing the driver had already taken your luggage out of the trunk and was simply letting you know he was leaving.

"Thanks!" Namjoon called out, lifting one arm to wave.

You were hoping that your boyfriend would put his arm back where it had been and continue kissing you. So, when he did the opposite -- stepped away from you and let his other arm slide out from around your waist -- you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a whine of protest.

But really, you knew if Namjoon was cutting your reunion short, it was for a good reason: the ranch was busy.

So, you scampered after him, reaching out and holding onto his arm. "What do you need me to do?" you asked as he took the handle of your suitcase and began heading inside.

Namjoon slipped his arm out of your grasp but only so he could wrap it around your shoulders as the two of you strolled back to the house.

"I was in the middle of doing laundry if you'd like to help me with that," he told you before gently kissing your cheek.

"Aww, look at you," you grinned. "Asking me for help so easily!"

"I know, I'm practically a changed man," Namjoon chuckled.

"But in the best way possible," you assured him. "Just remember that you're not the only one who's changed around here."

As the two of you neared the steps of the front porch, Namjoon slowed to a stop and turned to face you. "What do you mean?"

"Well, first of all, I haven't taken this much time off of work... ever."

"True," he agreed.

"But also..." You lifted your arms and gestured all around you. "Look at this place! You have guests and you're not running yourself ragged!"

Namjoon tried to hide an incredibly pleased expression, but you knew how proud he was of the ranch. And then he leaned in, his nose just barely brushing yours. "We both have you to thank," he whispered.

You moved your hands to rest on his chest and whispered back, "I barely did anything. It was all you."

"Oh, please," Namjoon scoffed, and feeling his breath tickle your lips made you shiver. "That week you stayed here after your friends left basically changed everything. I mean, besides when you guys re-did my website and started my social media accounts and raised all that money to fix the fence and get the tree taken away."

"Yeah, all of that was nothing," you teased with a dismissive wave of your hand. "You're right, it was really all me and everything I did by myself for that one week."

Namjoon rolled his eyes good-naturedly and leaned in the last little bit to press his lips to yours quickly. "Come on, oh humble girlfriend of mine. Those towels won't fold themselves."

You simply chuckled softly, helping to lift your suitcase up the steps and following Namjoon inside.

"Here you go," Namjoon murmured as he carefully set down a mug of steaming hot tea on a coaster next to you.

With a quick glance away from the computer screen, you thanked him and happily received his greeting kiss.

As he pulled up a nearby chair, you lifted your mug and sipped the strong but heavenly tea that you'd learned was the cook's secret recipe. It was strong, yes, but incredibly comforting and it had taken hardly any time at all for you to request a cup every single night.

"How is it looking?" Namjoon asked as he leaned toward you to peer at the computer screen.

But of course, you couldn't let an opportunity to see his dimples escape, so you answered by reaching up and gently squeezing his cheeks with your thumb and index finger. "Lookin' handsome," you said with a slight smirk.

Namjoon shrugged your arm away, and even though you knew he knew by now what your M.O. was when you answered his mundane questions with a compliment, he still smiled and gave you exactly what you wanted.

Satisfied, you turned back to the computer and said, "Not bad."

"Better or worse than when you were here last?"

"Definitely better," you assured him.

With a nod, Namjoon said, "I'll take it."

"What about bookings for the rest of the month and next?" you asked before taking another sip of tea.

"Last I checked, almost full," he told you, very obviously trying to tamp down a smile.

You didn't hide your smile and said, "See? We told you our plan would work."

"I never doubted --"

Your sharp look stopped Namjoon from continuing his sentence. Instead, he said, "I learned my lesson, don't worry. I will never doubt you again."

"Do you know how attractive a smart man who learns from his mistakes is?" you asked.

Despite the flush of pink blooming on his cheeks, Namjoon nodded toward the computer screen and asked, "Do you think I could hire another part-timer anytime soon? Or at least an accountant?"

His words immediately wrinkled your forehead in consternation. "You already have an accountant," you pointed out, trying not to sound too offended.

"Baby, I --" Namjoon cut himself off with a huff and lifted one hand to rest on the back of your neck, squeezing you there gently. "I can't keep asking you to do this for free. And I don't care if you're offering. You deserve to be paid, and if you won't take my money, I should find someone who will."

Honestly... you weren't sure how to feel. You could see his point -- it was one thing to implement the ideas you came up with, but it was another to utilize your professional skills without actually putting you on the payroll. But there was absolutely no way you would take his money! And there was also absolutely no way you would put his finances into the hands of someone else!

...A thought popped into your head, and even though it was a thought you'd acknowledged several times over the last few weeks, you didn't have time right now to voice it.

So, you simply said, "That can be put off for another time. The answer is yes, I think you can hire another set of hands."

And you would leave it at that. For now.

Namjoon nodded, moved to stand up, pressing a kiss to your temple on his way up, then murmured that he had to go get the cows into the barn for the night.

"Tell them 'Hi' for me," you called after him before turning back to the computer to finish up for the night. You knew the two of you would meet back up in Namjoon's room soon enough, so there was no need to say 'good night' just yet.

Every single night you'd spent here during the last few months (excluding when you were a guest, of course), you had always gotten ready for and into bed before Namjoon joined you. No matter how much you nagged him to leave certain chores for the next day and turn in earlier, you were always the first one to turn down the covers for the night.

So, when you trudged up the narrow staircase to the attic-turned-bedroom and opened the door to hear Namjoon brushing his teeth in the en suite bathroom, you were both surprised.

Namjoon stuck his head out through the doorway, his brow wrinkled as he looked at you with an 'Everything okay?' expression.

Truth be told, you were nervous. You'd been sitting at the front desk, long after emptying your cup of tea, ruminating on that thought from earlier. You hadn't allowed the thought to settle any of the times it came to you previously, but now that you were back here at the ranch -- more specifically with Namjoon -- you figured it was time. It was time to stop and truly think about --

"It's late," Namjoon's voice interrupted your contemplative stupor, and you just now realized he had finished his nightly routine and left the bathroom to stand in front of you by the doorway.

"Yeah," you replied with an awkward chuckle. "I didn't realize."

Namjoon reached out to place his hands on your upper arms, his forehead still deeply wrinkled as he gazed at you. "...Everything okay?"

You replied with a nod before stepping up and sliding your arms around his waist.

"Look," he murmured, returning your embrace. "If this is about me hiring an accountant --"

"No," you interrupted. "...I mean, actually it is, but not how you think. Probably. I -- Let me get ready for bed, and then we can..."

"Sure," Namjoon agreed.

But before he could step away, you buried your nose in his shoulder, inhaling the scent you were so familiar with by now. You never would've guessed that the smell of pine would end up bringing you so much comfort, but here we are.

"I'll be quick," you whispered, and then darted into the newly vacant bathroom.

After haphazardly brushing your teeth, rushing through your skincare, and hurriedly changing into your pajamas, you made sure all of the lights in the room were turned off before shuffling over to Namjoon's bed.

He lifted the covers for you, one arm laid out across your pillow so you could immediately cuddle up against him.

And as soon as his arm wrapped around your shoulder, as soon as your head settled into the crook of his neck, he said, "Okay, what's going on?"

You let out a shaky breath and told yourself to just say it. There was no logical reason for you to be so nervous, and you would feel a lot better once it was all out in the open.

"I'm just wondering what my future looks like," you began, relieved to hear your voice was calm and steady. "Obviously, I can't keep taking time off to come visit, but I also don't want to bring work with me. I want to spend as much time with you as I can."

Namjoon simply hummed in agreement.

"So... I don't know, it sounds kind of crazy now that I'm about to say it out loud, but maybe I should --- maybe I could... "

Come on, Y/N, just rip the band-aid off and say it!

"Move here and help you run the ranch."

It took everything in you not to let out a huge sigh of relief.

But you had to admit, it did feel incredible to finally share that thought with someone else.

As the seconds ticked by, though, that incredible feeling began to wane because Namjoon wasn't saying anything.

Now, you knew him well enough by now to know that he frequently needed time to process things before he could respond.

But... I mean, if he had to think about this, the answer was probably going to be 'No' right? He wasn't ready for that yet. He didn't know the two of you were that serious yet.

So, you were about to assure him that it was just a thought, and you were more than fine to pretend like you'd never brought it up. You would say 'good night,' turn over so he wouldn't have to see your embarrassment, and then attempt to sleep.

But Namjoon spoke before you had the chance -- thankfully.

"You would do that?" he asked softly.

Well, it wasn't a 'No,' so you replied with a nod. "I would," you confirmed in a whisper.

After a few more seconds, Namjoon leaned back, forcing you to look at him. You couldn't quite make out his expression, honestly; it could've been one of surprise, confusion, or even a mix of the two.

"You... would pack up your whole life and leave the city and your job and your friends... to live at the ranch?"

Well, when he put it like that, no wonder he was surprised and confused.

"No," you amended. "I would pack up my whole life and leave the city and my job and my friends for you. You could be anywhere in the world, on this ranch or not, and that's where I'd want to be."

Namjoon searched your face, his gaze flitting about as if he was actually looking for something. And then he said, "Can I just ask you one question?"

"Of course."

He inhaled deeply before asking, "If I told you that I wanted to move to you, would you let me?"

Just as he had with your idea, you thought about it for a few seconds. But then you said, "Of course I would, if I thought that's what would be best for us."

"...So you don't think that's what's best for us?"

You shook your head and hummed negatively.

"Why not?" he asked, and you appreciated that his tone was anything but accusatory.

"Because you wouldn't be happy living in the city."

"And you would be happy living here?"

Okay, now you understood his line of thinking.

You moved your arm up between the two of you, resting your hand on his chest and locking your gaze on his. "Namjoon," you said softly. "I don't live in a big city because that's the only place I ever imagined myself living or because I'm used to the noise and lights or anything. I didn't move there because I wanted to, I just... ended up there. I got a job with a big company and found an apartment close to the office, and that was that. I followed the job, and that's exactly what I'll be doing this time, too. Of course, I love my job, but I guess it's really more accurate to say that I love my work. I've just gotten used to my job. But my job doesn't have you. And if I can do the work I love to do and be with you at the same time? Why wouldn't I jump at the chance?"

"But what about your friends?"

"Don't worry, I'm already devising an evil plan to get one or all of them to move here, too. That is -- if you'll have me," you told him. "But, for now, FaceTime and planes are there for us when we need them."

When he didn't reply for almost a minute, you added, "This place is your home. It's run you ragged the past few years, and I've never actually seen you anywhere else, but I just know. This is your ranch. You're the heart of this place, you belong here. I can't say the same about my apartment or my office. Of course, I love my friends, but we haven't always lived in the same place. We've been apart before, we can do it again. Our friendship is strong enough to survive anything. But... if I'm being honest, I'm afraid that I'm not strong enough to survive not being with you."

Maybe you were just imagining things, but it almost looked like Namjoon's eyes were... glassy? Almost like they were filling up with tears?

And when his lips curved into a derisive smile, and he murmured "Ah, shit," in a very watery voice, you knew that your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.

You had never been adept at comforting people, but it was very obvious that Namjoon had yet to feel comfortable crying in front of you. So, you removed your hand from his chest and scooted closer to him. You pressed your forehead into his neck and shoulder, slid your arm over and around his back, and held him closely.

He did the same, holding you to him like a lifejacket in a vast ocean.

After what seemed like an hour or two, but was in reality probably just a few minutes, Namjoon pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much, and every time you're here, I just feel so... this place feels so... I don't know, complete. It breaks my heart every single time you leave, even though I know you're coming back. I've wanted to ask you pretty much since the beginning if you could just stay here, I just didn't want to be selfish."

"So, does that mean you'll have me?" you asked with a grin, anticipation thrumming throughout your whole body. "I can become a cowgirl?"

Namjoon groaned, and you couldn't help but giggle as he rolled his eyes at you.

"I'll let you live here on one condition: you have to stop calling me 'cowboy.'"

At that, your expression dropped. "Really?" you asked forlornly.

After a second or two of searching your pitiful face, Namjoon let out a sigh. "No, not really. Just promise you'll let me keep pretending I'm irritated about it."

"Deal," you answered immediately, and you truly couldn't wait any longer to seal your promise with a kiss.

Before you could get completely lost in his lips, though, you inched away and whispered, "I love you, too."

And you knew right then and there, feeling his lips brushing against yours, feeling his hands coming up to cradle your cheek and brush your hair away from your face, that this was the beginning of the rest of your life.

And nothing could've made you happier.

[muse-hodgepodge]

Tough was an understatement... He could barely recall what Gaster looked like let alone what type of monster he was. Hell, even the accident was fuzzy and hard to grasp though he knows it was terrible and his fault in the first place. At least... He thinks it was. Damn it, why was it so hard to think of this monster again?

When Reyna gets that idea and does her spell Sans blinks a few times as the fog seems to lift a bit. Of course this also comes with a crushing sense of guilt as he remembers what happened in greater detail. "Heh, yeah... that seemed to do the trick." He sighs and leans against his sentry station trying to figure out how to start. "Gaster, or Wing Dings Gaster if you want his full name, used to be the Royal Scientist before Alphys which I said already. He created the CORE which gave us the means of survival down here and was the leading mind on Souls and magic on top of physics. He was brilliant, witty, kind, and gave his all to try and save monsterkind... I was proud to work with him when I was old enough to." He pauses before adding on, "and to call him dad..." There was a pain in that sentence before he shakes it off and continues.

"Anyway, we were trying to figure out a way out of the Underground without the need for human Souls, a job given to us by Asgore the king. Gaster had the brilliantly mad idea of just teleporting out of here using a stronger version of the shortcuts I'd learned to do. He was so proud of me for that but also called me incredibly lazy for it heh heh. Well, we were going to use the excess magic within the CORE to give us that boost of magic we'd need to punch through the barrier's hold by going through the void between time and space but... God it all went wrong. A hole did open but we couldn't control it, the void took all the other scientists there at the time first, ripping them whole from the very timeline before I could blink! I learned later that it was like they never existed."

"I was starting to slip in next when G..dad held me back with his own magic, a Gaster Blaster. How he fell into that hole though when he finally could hold on no longer was different. It was like watching a mirror shatter. I could see his very soul getting ripped and shattered apart before scattering all in the span of a second. The whole accident took less than 3 minutes and I was the only survivor... If only I could have grabbed them before...! I could have saved them all if only I hadn't stood there like a moron...! I just..." He sighs before shaking his head, knowing that it was pointless to think of those what if scenarios. "Gaster was like the rest... No one could recall him aside from me and even then it was like grasping dry sand that slipped through my hands. I tried for months nonstop to find and save them all but... I couldn't... Papyrus needed me and if I couldn't save dad I'd be damned if I failed him too." He'd been literally killing himself doing that work and trying to raise his baby brother alone. Sans didn't even seem to notice that he had tears leaking from his sockets in a steady stream at the end of the story. "It should have been him to stay... He was so much smarter and stronger than me, he could have saved us I'm sure so why...?"

Why had Gaster saved him instead of himself. "Sorry I just... It's been a while since I could remember it this clearly... It's a lot."

Reyna nods, and listens to Sans beginning his explanation. She knows this is likely going to be tough to piece together. She then gets an idea to help him along with his train of thought.

"Oh, I got a spell that can help!" She says, before clapping her hands and creating a small golden ball of light. Said light then begins to hover over the skeletons head. The shimmering orb helps bring his mind a sense of clarity and attentiveness. "There we go. That should help your mind find purchase." She says smiling as she takes a seat, ready to listen in full.

[starwarskawaii]

Annoyance and Empanadas

A Miguel O'Hara fic

Alright, here's that Miguel fic. Dedicated to Lan ( @chaithetics ) for always believing in and encouraging me. Proofread by my husband, @kitsunot . So if I made a mistake, blame him.

A/N: This is self-serving, reader is HEAVILY based on me. No word count because I am lazy.

Edit: possible part 2 if you guys like this one. So make sure to let me know!

CW: disabled reader, possible slightly ooc Miguel, mentions of Miguel's *gestures at his life*, no use of Y/N, second person voice, mentions of mobility aids, disability is not specified but is highly based on my experiences with fibromyalgia, female reader, mentions of brain fog, mentions of safe foods, reader is slightly implied to be autistic, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING

You were annoying. Not annoying like Peter B, who always had a quip and lacked boundaries. Not annoying like Miles, who questioned Miguel constantly. Not even annoying like Hobie, although you were a bit of an anarchist. The first thing you had ever said to Miguel was, "I support women's rights and women's wrongs. I do not, however, support men's rights OR men's wrongs, so I hope you've improved." No, you weren't annoying like any of them. You were annoying like Lyla. You were annoying because you knew him. You knew him entirely too well. Which was quite possibly the worst kind of annoying you could be.

You sauntered in on your purple forearm crutches, thinking of what you could say to piss Miguel off. As much as you'd like to pretend you were a quick thinker, the brain fog made it near impossible to come up with anything on the fly. So as you sauntered in, you thought of what you could do to make those veins pop on his neck and forehead. You liked those veins.

Miguel heard you coming. How could he not? Mobility aids are not stealthy. Not in the least. Miguel knew what was coming, and he braced himself for whatever quip you had up your sleeve. Your quips were worse than a Peter Parker's; you had studied him. You came from a universe Miguel stumbled on accidentally. A world where he and all the other Spiders were just characters in comics and movies. And you happened to be Miguel O'Hara's number one fan (and biggest hater, somehow simultaneously). You had made tons of posts analyzing him on some site, tumbling, maybe? He couldn't remember. He brought you on for a few reasons, but mainly to help the algorithms predict events in the Spider's lives.

"Ohhh, Miiiiiggy!" Came your voice, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What? I'm a bit busy, you know, " came his reply.

"Too busy for me, Migs?" You pouted and batted your lashes. You knew he couldn't resist that.

Miguel was surprised. No quips yet. That's a first.

"Too busy brooding to listen to your favorite right-hand woman?" There it was. There was the jibe at him. You loved doing that. You were probably worse than Lyla.

Lyla popped up and snickered "He was just brooding, how did you know?"

"Lucky guess. Migs, my love, would you care to tell me why the caf has no empanadas?"

"Aye, you came here to interrupt my ensuring the fate of the Arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse over an empanda?"

"They're your recipe, we all know they're the best in the multiverse" you reasoned with him.

"They're my mother's recipe, technically, and I'll make you some when I take you home." Miguel always took you home. You had a lot of issues with the stupid 2099 high-tech stuff, and it also required use of at least one hand, something you rarely had the luxury of, unless it was a no mobility aid or a wheelchair day. So Miguel made sure you were safe.

"Fine, fine. When are you taking me home, speaking of? Should I just wait here, or should I try to navigate the awful upside down maze you created while I wait for your self-imposed penance for the day to end?" Man you were annoying. Man you knew him well.

"I'll finish up soon. Wait here," his face softened as he looked over at you. You were making yourself comfortable on a chair, placing your aids to the side and getting into that position you liked to sit in. The one that seemed uncomfortable, but you swore was best for your hypermobile joints.

You reminded him a lot of Lyla. Lyla, who Xina had programmed to heckle him. Lyla, who he never had the heart to reprogram. You knew all his buttons. Just like Lyla. Just like Xina... You were also like Gwen. He had initially seen you as much more like Gwen. You had a baby face, so he had assumed you were younger. You had half-shaved hair, which you had actually gotten done because of some singer in your dimension, the year before Spiderverse came out. You had always loved Gwen Stacy, though. It wasn't hard to see why. You were smart, you liked nerds, you were incredibly confident, you were kind of punk, but also hilariously materialistic, not in a fancy clothes way but in a "I have to have this figure or I will cry" way. You were a lot like the Gwen of 120703. You loved that Gwen.

You were very different from all of them, though. He remembered stumbling upon your dimension by accident. A dimension where there were no heroes. A dimension where there were somehow still supervillains. A dimension where, even when faced with a lack of heroes, some people still had hope. You were one of them. He had initially infantalized you. Your mobility aids, your interests, the baby face, the fact that you clearly needed a caregiver, but stubbornly lived on your own all made him see you as younger than you were. You had had many arguments before he finally realized how capable you are. That you're tougher than most Spiders are, save for Sun Spider, who has EDS (you LOVED Sun Spider). That you deal with 24/7 full body pain, work a full-time job, and somehow manage to take care of yourself.

You had shown him so much. Like punk versions of him that you thought were hot. He hated them. He hated that you found that attractive. It made him question for a moment if his appearance was alright. Of course, you would like piercings and tattoos. You had multiple of each. He never really thought much of it before. You had shown him art of him pregnant. You both hated that one. He had learned so much about you. In a way, he had become the caregiver you needed. He made sure you ate, he popped into your dimension to help with your laundry, he helped you on low mobility days, he cooked for you, he helped you set up appointments and refill meds when your brain just wouldn't cooperate. He admired you. He thought you were incredibly strong. He made you empanadas because they're a safe food for you. He secretly loved the way you loved his cooking.

You cared for him. Really, truly, deeply cared. You had listened to his pain and felt it like it was your own. You were so empathetic. He realized that your disabilities and baby face and your being a few years younger didn't matter at all. You were more mature than he was. You knew pain, you lived with pain, you had lost so much and had dealt with it a long time ago. You helped him pick apart his mind, healing what had been broken by grief. He had spent so many nights sitting on the floor of your apartment, next to your couch, pouring his heart out to you. The girl who had fan art of him up on her walls. He was pretty sure he loved you, but too worried he was confusing gratefulness for that painful emotion he hadn't felt in so long that he couldn't bring himself to say anything. You were in love. How could you not be? He let you see him so vulnerable. He was also 6'9, built like a tank, perfect dark skin and hair, newly emotionally open, and had clearly come to genuinely respect you, in a way you struggled to find as a disabled woman. You were much less subtle about your feelings than he was. You flirted constantly. But he was as dense as his muscles.

"Alright, I'm done, cariño," Miguel said. "Time to go back to your dimension, and get you some food. Did you actually eat today?"

"Uhhhh, what answer do you want to that?" You said, only half joking, with a nervous laugh.

"You'll be the death of me, hermosa"

He was used to the quips. He was used to the forgetting to eat. He was used to it all, and he hoped it could stay that way. Miguel O'Hara loved how you annoyed him. And he hoped you would continue to, for at least as long as Lyla has.

[soranker]

hi….! any chance we can see your art process ? it’s fine if not! i was wondering if u do a sketch before your lines or you just skip directly to lineart? your art is very beautiful!

HI!!! AUGGHHHJHH THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH T__T my art style is kinda simple imo so my process is pretty bare-bones ^^;; there's not rly much too it!! it also kinda changes depending on how uhhhh lazy im feeling in the moment HAHA

probably around half of my drawings are straight to line art bc they're rly just doodles or things i decide to draw without any planning (but also im kinda impatient so i try to skip the sketching step if i can LOL...). but if i DO have a specific pose in mind for a drawing, i'll start with a sort of mannequin sketch or loose pass, then depending on how messy it is, ill either do the lineart pass on the layer on top or duplicate the sketch and then clean it up.

and then my coloring process is not sophisticated at all i just create a new layer and then paint bucket tool away LMAOOOO

here's an example of a drawing where i did sketch first ^_^

[pepperpixel]

Some new art of a very very old oc of mine! From like, when I was an 8th grader in middle school to freshman in high school I think, I haven’t thought about this character or the world she’s from in like… years, but my brain suddenly remembered she existed! And so I drew some art of her!

Visually, she’s absolutely mostly the result of my child self sticking Toko Fukawa from Danganronpa and Peacock from Skullgirls in a blender and lettin it fuckin rip. Personality wise she’s a bit different tho… she’s into politics! As in,,, she’s in politics ghgh, she’s like the chief of the surveillance department for the country of (mostly) witches that the story takes place in. And one of the advisors to the head ruler witch,,, she sucks! Hardcore! she’s def a villain lol

[realmbred]

✨     *       :     shock   coursed   through   his   veins   in   a   multitude   of   ways.   first,   the   small   touch   sparked   something   within   the   high   priest   that   he   had   long   since   forgotten.   it   wasn't   often   that   he   let   himself   be   touchy   feely   with   someone,   always   careful   to   stick   to   himself.   a   man   that   had   ties   to   the   dead   was   a   dangerous   man   to   be   careless   around.   then,   it   was   the   awe   that   he   could   spot   in   lorent's   face.   a   sense   of   pride   filled   him   from   within.   he   had   gotten   too   used   to   his   own   gifts.   they   were   no   longer   special   to   him,   just   a   way   of   life.   yet   when   he   caught   that   glimmer,   he   was   reminded   of   all   those   years   ago   when   he   was   a   young   man.   what   started   out   as   simple   visions   transformed   into   something   no   one   could   predict.   he   was   stronger   than   he   realized   at   times.   he   needed   that   more   than   ever   in   that   moment.   a   small   sigh   escaped   his   lips   and   his   shoulders   finally   dropped.   signs   that   he   was   finally   comfortable.   not   only   conversing   with   the   witcher,   but   also   out   in   the   middle   of   the   wilderness   in   the   middle   of   the   night.   no   matter   how   extensive   his   magical   toolkit   got,   he   had   to   remember   that   he   was   still   subject   to   human   emotions   from   time   to   time.     ❝       if   you're   trying   to   butter   me   up,   then   it's   working.     ❞       a   small   smile   formed   on   his   face   as   he   reached   for   the   food.   he   decided   to   take   a   seat   across   from   lorent.   his   bites   were   smaller,   more   calculated   and   neater,   but   with   the   way   his   stomach   grumbled   it   was   evident   that   he   had   been   hungry.   elenorius   never   took   his   eyes   away   from   the   blond,   his   ears   however   were   perked   up   listening   to   the   land   around   them.     ❝       more   than   i   care   to   admit.     ❞       he   only   gave   the   question   a   few   seconds   of   thinking   before   answering.     ❝     the   mountaintops   of   vissai   and   the   forests   of   umoria.   if   you're   lucky   enough,   you   might   be   transported   into   a   land   before   man.   plus,   the   beasts   there   are   incredible.     ❞     

⚔️           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ     he accepted the bread and fish with a brusque nod, calloused fingers brushing against elenorius' hand, a fleeting moment that felt strangely significant in the stillness of the evening. as though lorent truly didn't mind the company, despite how inhospitable he might appear. his grip tightened on the offerings, faint steam from the fish curling into the night air, staring at the food before he glancing at the high priest⸻ lips pressed into a thin line, gaze fixated, as if studying some strange rare creature that didn't exactly fit into the already tangled natural order of things in this realm. despite himself, despite all his own small tricks with sigils traced in the air— a burst of flames, a pulse of force, a quick protective shield— the witcher just couldn't fully dismiss the spectacle of what he witnessed. a loaf conjured from crumbs, fish summoned with whispers, and awe could be seen in lorent's eyes for the briefest moment, revering the seamless ease of reality bending into elenorius' will. then it was gone, buried beneath the gruffness that felt safe, more familiar. without word, lorent tore the loaf cleanly in two, crumbs scattered to the dirt like seeds, and the same with the fish, its delicate flesh giving way under his fingers, white and steaming.         ❝         take it,          ❞         he muttered, quiet but full, shoving half of each back toward elenorius, gaze unwilling to accept refusal.         ❝         no sense in eating alone.          ❞         he tore into his half of bread, then the fish, crisp skin flaking away beneath his fingers, chewing thoughtfully, gaze flicking between the fire and elenorius.         ❝         do much wandering ?          ❞         voice rough-edged yet curious, the answer seeming obvious, but the witcher asked anyway, just to break the silence.         ❝         you must have a favorite by now. no one wanders so much without finding something worth returning to.          ❞        

[ame-to-ame]

there are things that you don't do for a year or more and pick up just right where you left off and these days i fear loving you might be one of them

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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