#wanted to answer this earlier but alas. was busy

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just that — chwe hansol

pairing: vernon x afab!reader

prompt: "are you guys dating?" or that one time you strongly denied your relationship and he got sulky(?)

a/n: another fic for my fave secret dating x brother's bestfriend trope >.<. this was initially posted on another site before i decided to take it down and let it sit on my drafts for a year lol.

It was already two in the morning but you were still wide awake. With all the things you have done the whole day, it was expected that everyone, including you, would doze off as soon as you get on your beds. Unfortunately, you didn't.

The guilt that has been consuming you since earlier is what's actually making it hard for you to sleep. You had been rolling on the bed too many times as if that would help ease the regret you had been feeling (spoiler alert: it didn't).

When you arrived at your vacation house this morning, you and Vernon had tried to be as discreet with your relationship as possible. You going on a trip together wasn't a new sight, anyway. Vernon and your older brother, Wonwoo had been friends since freshmen year of college so the former is usually invited in times like this and so you both thought you could just let this three days pass without anyone knowing what you really have. However, it seemed like Wonwoo already had a hint about it and had been watching you the entire time. And alas! While you were having dinner, the million-dollar question was finally dropped.

"Are you guys dating?"

Vernon was about to answer but you suddenly panicked and was the one who replied instead, "Of course not. He is just like an older brother to me!"

As soon as you said it, you already wanted to take it back. But it was too late. Vernon may not have said a word but the disappointed look on his face spoke volumes. After that, you avoided each other for the rest of the night.

To be honest, this had been a subject of your arguments a couple of times before. Vernon wanted to tell your friends and families that you have been together for four months already but you're against it. It isn't because you were embarassed about your relationship or afraid that your family would say something negative (if anything, they're very very supportive). It's just that you wanted to enjoy the privacy you had without others minding your business, especially your brother Wonwoo who had been protective of you since your fallout with Joshua, even though it had been years and you have already moved on. He's also the reason why your past suitors had immediately scrammed away after going through the interrogation stage.

"Stop scaring them, will you?" You remembered complaining one time but your brother just shrugged.

"If they get scared of me and give up that easily then they're not really willing to fight for you. People like that are not worth it."

You knew you brother means well but sometimes you just want him to tone down the scare meter a little bit. Because if this continues, you might end up being single for the rest of his life.

But then, Vernon happened.

You already knew who Vernon was since he was a senior in high school. Vernon lives alone because the rest of his family is in another country. That's why when he gets a weekend off from the university, he would tag along with Wonwoo to your house to hang out. He is basically a part of your family now. However, the both of you didn't really got the chance to talk to each other because you were busy studying and usually just stays in your room the whole day when Vernon visits.

That set-up lasted for months until your first day in college. Wonwoo was supposed to give you the tour but had to cancel since he had to attend to something urgently. Of course, knowing you would whine about it nonstop, Wonwoo sent another person to guide you.

It's none other than *drum rolls please*, his best friend, Vernon. Surprise, surprise!

"Hi," that was just the first word that Vernon said to you (while sporting that smile that YOU swear would actually make anyone melt if possible), but you already knew you would fall for him. HARD.

You wouldn't admit it at first. The guy's nice (and freaking handsome and hot too) but you didn't want to give meaning to that kindness because you thought Vernon might just be doing it because you are his bestfriend's sister. However, it wasn't easy to supress the feelings when every time your eyes meet or when you smile at each other, butterflies would fill your stomach.

Not to mention, Vernon would also never forget to buy you your fave Iced Americano every chance he gets.

Luckily, it isn't a one-sided affection. Because apparently, Vernon is feeling the same towards you. The confession was nothing grand but for you, it was romantic and perfect.

It was in the middle of the crowd, during the Music Festival as your university's resident band was playing Enchanted by Taylor Swift, when Vernon looked at you directly in the eye and told you, "I like you so much y/n. I know this might be too sudden for you but I've been keeping this for a while and I just want to let it out. It's alright if you won't like me back ---"

"Shut up. I like you too," You replied while chuckling. You found Vernon blabbering cute because most of the time when you're together, you did the most talking and he would just agree and smile at you every now and then.

That was also the night that your relationship became official.

What followed was the happiest four months of your life. But now you're afraid that it would be cut short if you won't reconcile with Vernon as soon as possible.

You weren't able to take it anymore so you finally got up and carefully tiptoed as you went out of the room. You were just about to go to the next room but you heard a soft mumbling sound from the living room. That's when you realized that someone other than you were still up and is watching the television.

At first, you thought it was your brother but when you saw the brown hair peeking on the couch's headrest, it was a confirmation that it was him—your boyfriend.

Biting your lower lip, you walked towards Vernon who still haven't noticed that you were there. It didn't seem like he was focused to what he was watching, he was more like 'spacing out".

"Nonie?" You called softly and poked at Vernon's arm. The latter automatically looked up to you and blinked multiple times, probably making sure if you were really there or just his imagination.

"Why are you still awake?" Vernon reached for your hand and squeezed it lightly. You resisted yourself from crying because of how sweet your boyfriend is right now when he should be mad at you.

"I'm sorry about earlier," you said but Vernon shook his head.

"I should be the one saying sorry, babe. I told you I would respect your decision but I still acted up."

"But I know you're upset about it, Nonie."

"No. A little disappointed, I guess. I just don't want to hide anything anymore, especially our relationship. I don't want this to stay like a dirty secret because it's not."

You nodded and came over to sit on Vernon's lap. Your boyfriend was obviously taken aback but he just let you be eventually. He even encircled his arms in your waist to pull you closer.

"Okay. We'll tell them tomorrow."

Vernon's eyes widened. "Tomorrow?"

"Why are you so surprised?" You let out a laugh. "Are you still not ready?'

"Of course, I am. I've been preparing for it for months,"

"So you're not scared of Wonwoo-oppa?"

"As my friend, no. But as your brother, yes. I can even imagine him strangling me the second he finds about us."

You both knew that's far from Wonwoo's personality so he would most likely not do that but who knows? It could be worse.

"You'll be fine, Nonie. But if ever you get broken bones, don't worry, there's a nearby hospital, we can just--aw" you tried teasing him but Vernon was already pinching your nose before you could even finish your sentence.

"You're lucky I would do anything for you."

—♡—

[alexanderlightweight]

I know I sent another ask in earlier but if you would like to write more I would love some soft Malec. Just something where they’re in love and soft to each other (from their perspective at least lol) nsfw/sfw either works! Whatever strikes your fancy! ❤️

here is something with them very soft teasing and falling in love and realizing that the weight of the world is easier to bear around each other even just in small ways

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

the precipice of duty

Alec stretches and feels not the weight of exhaustion but the weight of another body. Of Magnus, stretched out and solid and warm and Alec burrows closer. Lets sleep cling to him rather than shaking it off to go and train and work, instead letting himself relax and enjoy.

If Magnus isn't awake yet, then there's still time and so Alec luxuriates in an embrace he never thought he’d be allowed. By the will of others or the fact that he didn’t feel safe being this selfish. 

Because laying here in Magnus' arms rather than dealing with the Institute is the most selfish thing Alec’s done.

It also feels like the best thing he’s ever done.

For once, Alec’s made a choice that isn’t tearing him up from the inside out and he settles closer and breathes Magnus in.

Time drifts and Alec dreams — not of anything special beyond more moments just like this one — and slowly he falls back asleep.

—-

Magnus wakes with drool on his neck and legs tangled so closely with his own that trying to stretch drags Alexander closer against him. It’s a beautiful way to wake up after the constant rejections Magnus was getting.

Though considering how strongly his boy is clinging to him, Magnus doubts they’ll have too many repeats of Alexander canceling on him. Not with how content he’s been since they portalled away from his Institute.

Alexander grumbles against his skin and when Magnus starts to move — because his closet is calling him — bites him.  It’s not hard, but it is clearly a punishment for trying to leave.

“Really sweetheart, you couldn’t just use your words?” 

Magnus is teasing and it’s clear that Alexander knows it — from the way he’s sleepily glaring at Magnus. 

And then he bites again.

Harder, nearly enough to leave a mark and Magnus wishes he’d be a bit more daring.

Alas, Alexander’s teeth leave his skin and his boy looks so pleased that Magnus doesn’t have the heart to tell him ‘try harder’ just yet.

Next time he’ll ensure Alexander bites hard enough to leave a mark, but for now he has a sleep-dazed shadowhunter in his bed.

Which would normally be temptation incarnate but Magnus has a limited amount of time before Alexander will need to head back, ward around the Institute or not.

“I’m going to give you two potions to take and two choices for a destination, how does that sound?”

Alexander looks anything but pleased, but it’s not the potions that bother him as he’s already sitting up and reaching out for the vials Magnus has summoned.

“Tell me the destinations and if it doesn’t make a difference to me, then you’re picking.”

That’s more than reasonable and Magnus summons a mug of coffee that he offers after Alexander has downed both a nutrient and an energy potion. 

“Get the taste out of your mouth with that and tell me if you want something busy or something quiet.”

The look that earns him is accompanied by a snort that makes it clear Alexander isn’t going to deign giving Magnus an answer. 

Which means a wicked thought teases Magnus' brain and he smirks at Alexander before letting his voice go earnest and delighted, “something busy and crowded and incredibly popular it is.”

“Magnus—” Alexander is looking at him with betrayal, eyes wide and reproachful over his coffee, “somewhere quiet instead, please.”

“Forgive me, Alexander. You’re too delightful when you sulk.” 

The distrusting look his comment earns only makes him laugh harder, because even as he pouts, Alexander is leaning his weight onto Magnus and standing closer and closer. 

As if personal space no longer exists between them but is shared.

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121U. 「 Want To Want You 」

"Accidentally crash in to the afterparty of your college football club. There's not a single thought that you end up making out with their hot quarterback."

Pairing : Baekhyun × afab! reader

Word counts : 1.5k

Contents & Warning : suggestive, university! AU, football player! Baekhyun, strangers to lovers, inspired by Day6 -121U.

× Happy late-Birthday, Baekhyun! × | masterlist | a cup of ☕

“Where? Huh? Your major’s festival? Okay okay I’ll be there, I’ll call you back later.” Hanging up the call with your bestie, you rushed up to her faculty building.

Now is 11 p.m. In fact, your best friend asked you to join her since the afternoon. But you've need to gather some reference books in the library first. Too immersed in it, you can’t believe it's almost midnight already.

Isn't it too lively at this late hour? Many tents were still set up firmly, decorated with vivid hanging lamps on each booth. There are still a lot of visitors coming in and out. Feels so different on the first time you set foot here, especially seeing the unusual views. Yeah you admit that you’re not such an update student when it’s come to campus events. Seems like what your best friend said is true, you need to have a little fun at least during your college year.

‘Ding’ a notification sound lit up your phone screen under your grasp. A simple text message showed up the second you are tapping on it.

(Bestie) bae don't call me, my phone is nearly dying. Oh I’m in the blue one! Cya xoxoxo

Ah, seriously? You thought while typing a quick reply.

(You) mkayy

Whether you’re tired or something, the first thing you do is looking for a blue tent just like what 'you assume' she said. As far as the eye could see, there’s no sign of a blue tent around. You let out a deep sigh before decided to left the festival area. Thinking that it will be easier to find those place outside rather than in there.

Once taking a few steps out of the entrance gate, you see a beam of blue light radiating in the corner of the groups of tents. You approach where the light initially came from in confidence. Hoping to find your best friend then drag her home right away. But after you are getting closer, seems like it came through from a different place, which turned out to be separated from the festival booths. However, you still give it a go. Who knows she might be there, right?

The vibe is obviously too contrast, a faint upbeat music began to be heard clearly as you slowly enter the tent. Lot of unfamiliar faces are busy talking to each other. At the time like this, you regret not to be friends with another major students long before.

Beyond your expectation, the tent is connected to a building you've never been to. The deeper you go, the blue light becomes denser. You look around, groups of supposed to be female students surrounded each of male students, having an exhilarating convo that you still unsure about. But It’s giving a party to celebrate something. A slight hint of alcohol odor is also filled the room made you so sure of it. Your curiosity is answered once you saw a pile of football helmet proudly placed at the corner along with a big trophy next to it.

Well, it looks like you got lost here. Automatically shook your head after thinking of how this party coincides with the festival outside. You intended to get out as soon as possible. Alas, the group of girls you saw earlier simultaneously ran after one of the football players, till you pushed to the side.

Hand grabbed the door handle in reflex as you tried to stand still, “crazy, how famous are these guys here?” You said irritably.

Little did you know there’s someone next to you, chuckling at your words. His long fingers covered the thin lips of his, trying to muffle the laughter. Those voice was so satisfactionaly crisp that it tickled your ears. He stopped doing so after both of your eyes met.

Breathtaking. is the first word that comes to your mind. The way those eye smile formed when he is laughing despite a few strands of damp hair subtly covered it. His tall and quite slender figures caught your eyes the most. You can’t believe with those delicate look, he is literally one of them as the game jersey still wrapped around his torso perfectly fit. You stare at him in awe, wondering how pretty his pair of orbs can be if there’s a chance to looking at it up-close.

“Are you okay?” He asked after realizing you were lost in thought for a moment.

“Y-Yeah I’m totally fine.”

Leaning closer to you, he raised his voice a little bit right next to your ear. “But you don’t seem so. Perhaps, do you need something to drink?”

You're the one who's gone crazy, the music has been this loud ever since. How can you mesmerized at this man to the point you could caught his laughter so clearly before. You tried to collect your own sanity before lean over to him,

“No thanks, there’s only booze that I see around.”

His mouth form an “A” shape for a couple of seconds, before fully suggested you something, “I have some water. If you don’t mind, c’mere.”

You nodded as following his back behind, opening the door that you held for your dear life a few minutes ago, which is the football team’s locker room. Even this room decorated with much darker blue light just to match the party vibes. At least your hearing is saved as only less loud music can be heard outside.

He handed you a black metallic water bottle, “I never see you before.”

“Uhm well, actually my faculty is 5 buildings away from here. So.. Yeah” You gulped down the water that he offer to you. “Thanks by the way.”

“Sure no problems.”

After that only silence remained, the mood’s shifting undeniably fast. Looking at how awkward both of you right now. You pay close attention to what is printed on his back. ‘Baekhyun’ and number ‘04’ are visibly written on it. Sometimes he took a glance at you only to catch you red-handed staring at him so intent. Feeling like a blood rushed up to his head, he's too shy to say anything. He decided to brush it aside by ruffling his still damped hair.

Your fingertips itching to reach his front bangs while blurting out few words under your sense, “you’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair properly.”

As your hand nearly touch his hair, he grab it swift motion. “Just.. don’t touch it.”

“Ah sorry I didn’t mea-”

Before you succeed pulling your hand back, he brought it to his cheek while keeping the eye contact with you. Slowly, his lips putting a soft kisses by the end of your palm. “Can you dry it off for me?”

Without a single thought, you reach an unclaimed towel that’s neatly folded on the bench. Then stretching out your hands to dry his hair off as you positioned yourself face to face along to him. At first you actually did that heartily. But after you realized he didn't let go of his gaze towards you as if you would disappear at any moment, your rationality poofs away.

Too dangerous. Your heart beats goes up in rapid speed. If it’s not under the dim light the flushed cheeks of yours would definitely be seen by him,

“why.. you keep staring at me like that?”

“Because I want to.”

“What If.. I want you?” Fingers squeezing through the hem of slightly wet cloth that cling on top his head as you expected perhaps a rejection.

“Well, If that’s the case,” he tucked your hair behind your ear, “I will let you have me.”

His index finger lifted your chin, demanding an eye contact meanwhile his other hand busy untangled your clenched digits to be interlocked with his. Bodies lean forward, the tip of lips are nearly touching, the scent of soft linen and a hint of floral mixed into one only to tease your sense of smell. His warm breath sparked the overflowing desire,

“Please.. don’t tease me..”

He chuckled with head hanging low for a mere seconds before his deep brown orbs seeking through into yours for once again, “first I need to know your name, young lady.” While planting a quick kiss on the back of your hand.

Your lips trembled, stumbling upon the word by word of your own government name which ended up make him burst in laughter. He find you too cute to be true. “Your name is beautiful, just like you.”

He pulled you into deep yet passionate kisses. A slight of naughty smile formed on his lips, the way he felt your body shudder as soon as his fingers running from the nape of your neck down to the lower back. Moving in painfully slow motion.

Head’s going blank, eyelids are too heavy to open, you murmured between the making out session under your control. “But.. I’m not as beautiful as you Baekhyun..”

Out of everyone’s encounter him in romantic ways, you’re the one and only who’s flatter him using the word ‘beautiful’ at such timing. He couldn’t help, hiding an ear to ear smile against your shoulder. Till his soft whisper blown into your sensitive ear.

“Just wait, I will prove you wrong after this.” following by a michievous wink in the end.

a.n. I know it's a sudden baekhyun fic because I miss him lately after I rewatch exo's killing voice T.T He's my ult bias in exo and I really want to tell him that he's so beautiful, gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, breathtaking, scrumptious, immaculate + other praises following behind. Oh well, Happy Birthday Byun Baekhyun! ♡

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My Sweet Little Sister (Sherlock x sister!Reader) platonic

3. Here Comes The Big Bro

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Hands trembling picking your nails remembering Mummy and Daddy's faces when you decided to stay with one of your brothers.

Surprised and delighted that you finally out from your shell, though they.. worried

Deeply worried about your sudden lack socialization and timidness what if staying with one of them you get worse not that your parents distrust their son, but when you are still a mere child.. you’re a cheerful, bright, and social butterfly child

All before that after that accident..and that one person

Placing your palm against your pounding chest you sigh staring down at your lap.

Alas, it was the past... and you want to change for the better, after all you can't always be like this for the rest of your life.

‘I can do this...for mummy and daddy..for my brothers’  glance to the car window staring at your reflection

‘and most of all for myself��

.

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Busy unpacking your stuff in a spare room next to Sherlock, John lean forward from his chair as he ask Sherlock about you to satisfy his curiousity

“she rather...different..from you” his eyes still on the hallway that connect with your room

“Mmhm” Sherlock hummed lying down on the sofa with a cookie you made in his mouth, even though you told him to share it with John he shrugged it off and snogged it to himself when you went off to your newly room.

“how come you didn't tell me about her?” turns his head toward Sherlock furrowing his eyebrow

“you never ask” Sherlock just shrugs.

“Right..fine” huffed the doctor leaning back in his chair, the detective flicked his eyes to John.

“you interested in her?” there’s a glint of protective in Sherlock's voice, and this goes noticed by John.

“well.. I think she’s…unique consider you both siblings” he took his word carefully.

The intense stare Sherlock gave him, made John hesitantly look away from him

“What?” John asks

“That's it?” the detective asks as if he is offended 

“Well I..do think she’s beautiful…that’s it” Narrowing his eyebrow Sherlock sat up from his lying form

“you not…fancy her ..are you?” John just shrugged off the intense glare  Sherlock gave him, must he admit you interested him though he will not answer it considering your brother giving him such animosity right now

“..why you’re asking?” asked John, Sherlock huffed as he lay again on the sofa

“nothing..just curious”

“I hope whatever you have for my sister remains platonic Doctor Watson” John snaps his head at the oldest Holmes looming in the doorway with his faithful umbrella in his hand

Ah..somehow he isn’t surprised by the Iceman's arrival

“You're not invited” Sherlock sat up from his lying form snatching the final piece of cookie from the coffee table across him, John sighed in disappointment..the smell of your cookies is deeply inviting…

“I'm here merely just for my sister, where is she?”

“not here” Sherlock shoved the cookie into his mouth

“Oh come now brother dear lies doesn’t fit you, the cookie is evidence enough that she is here”

Before any quarrel between siblings happens a light footstep coming from behind the eldest Holmes

“Mikey?”John's  eyebrow raised, his ear couldn’t believe what he heard

The…hell you call Mycroft?..?

“Sister..” beamed at his sight you rush to the Holmes first born engulf him in a hug, John's eyes almost pop out as if he couldn’t believe what he saw a sincere and genuine smile on Mycroft's face.

“I'm sorry I couldn’t visit you lately” he looked down at you.

“it's okay I do enjoy the gift you send me it’s all lovely Mikey “

“glad to hear it dear sister” Caressing your hair, softly gasp you realese him gazing up at him

“I have something for you Mike” rushed back to your room, the ice man's genuine smile dropped when you left, snap his head to John

“I suggest what you saw and heard earlier would be not out from this room Doctor Watson” Mycroft straightening his coat furrowed his eyebrow at John

“And do please close your mouth”

John obediently closed his mouth just how big is your influence on these sociopath brother

your  steps getting closer to Mycroft

“I made you something” Holding out a medium bag of cookies Mycroft could smell the sweet scent from it, he remembered the little you always loved to bake something sometimes with your mother, sometimes you make it yourself.

Sometimes it came out bad… sometimes it came out perfect, but mostly it came out perfect a perk being Holmes you remember almost all of the recipe.

He is glad that you still find love in baking even after that day…

But then again he is still on his strict diet, he could almost sense Sherlock's smirk he knows..that his brother is on a diet..

 “This is”

“Cookies..I..made it myself” You flashed him a shy smile, Mycroft almost grimacing how could he refuse his adorable little sister?! For you always the sincere and the supportive one?

“Thank you…”

…

You still look up at him with glimmering eyes of yours, expecting him to eat it and tell it how it is..just like when you are younger begging them of how it tastes.

“if don’t want it give that to me”

Mycroft glares at Sherlock covering his cookies away from him

“didn’t you already…” you trailed off

“It's not enough sis” Shaking your head in disapproval, then you sheepishly glance at John fidgeting your finger.

“I.. I hope the cookies are to your liking..doctor Watson..” both Sherlock and Mycroft stare at him.

“or..um..did Sherlock not share it with you?” John immediately answered it

“Nope not at all” Narrowing your eyebrow you throw glare at Sherlock who look away from you

Mycroft huffed amused at his brother getting scolded by his younger sister, undoing the white ribbon he opened the purple bag

The smell of Vanilla and cinnamon coming out from it, ahh..this smell is so nostalgic damn his diet damn Sherlock damn all those goldf-

“I don’t use much sugar in it knowing you are probably on a diet..” 

Mycroft glances at you thankful for your understanding

“Thank you, sister..I deeply appreciate it” he took a bite of it showing his sincere smile at you

That hopeful smile on your face..he will always say it is good even if it burnt

“It delightful as always sister” you shyly chuckle beaming at the praise

A ring from Sherlock snaps John's gaze from both siblings

“Ah! Right on time got a case to solve! Come along John, you too sister!”

“Me too?” you point at yourself.

“why of course I may need some of your…input” taking his coat and yours from the coat hanger

Mycroft knows that is not the reason he could just solve the case without your help.. he merely wanted to show off to his sister, grabbing your wrist he dragged you along ignoring your yelp, and said your rushed farewell to Mycroft as John hopped off from his chair rushed to get his jacket tailing after you and Sherlock.

“Take care of her Sherlock!!” Mycroft shook his head just like old times swiftly taking out his phone ‘The Sun is on its way’

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genesis has eye bags because he always stays up late and he’s insecure about them

Hi! I am extremely sorry this took sooooooo long to answer. I have no excuse, i genuinly forgot it was in my drafts for so long🫠. Apologies, I am a useless worm!

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If you ask Angeal and Sephiroth - hell even Zack!- They will tell you that Genesis always looks annoyingly good. In all the time Angeal has known Genesis he can't ever think of a time where Genesis didn't look completely perfect from top to bottom, and Angeal has known Genesis for a long time. There is no point is asking Cloud because he's always of the opinion he's dating literal celestial beings, and therefore cannot be trusted to give an accurate observation of how his fireiest partner looks. At least not one thats grounded in reality at any rate.

The reason being is that Genesis would rather be burned at the stake than admit he was self concious about the dark circles that perpetually sat heavy around his eyes. He would quite literally sooner be squewered by Sephiroths sword ( no he doesn't mean that in the fun way.). The problem is, it's not always easy to hide them. He's tried every technique in the book and While his lovers may be easily hoodwinked, Genesis knows they are there.

And he hates them.

The simple answer would be to go to bed earlier, get more sleep, maybe look at his computer screen less instead of typing out whole thesis worth analysis of LOVELESS at two o'clock in the morning. Alas as much as Genesis has every intention of doing those things... he never does. Instead he leaves his paper work to the last minute, gets pulled into a paralysing state of doom scrolling, or simply stares at the cieling as the world passes him by while he listens to music and detatches himself from reality for a little bit.

If he didn't have to work this wouldn't be a problem. if he could convince his brain that the day wasn't ruined for any other kind of productivity when Lazard dismissed them, then maybe (just maybe) he could do things in a reasonable way.

instead he's stuck in the endless cycle of thinking staying up late will keep tomorrow far away from him...

Goddess he's fucking tired.

Gen Reaches for his make up box by the sink. He hasn't slept again of course. He was too busy arguing with some idiot online who thought Act three of LOVELESS was a puritanical critisim of sex before marriage, when it very clearly wasn't. By the time four o'clock had rolled around it had felt like a waste of time to go to bed. So instead, Genesis had made some coffee and kept on scrolling in search of another argument.

Now, as he realised he had no foundation or concealer left, he was regreting his decision.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling the panic rise into his throat and choke him. "Fuck Fuck Fuck, no no no no, this can't be right." He drags everything out of the bag in seach of some magical new bottle, but there isn't one. He can't hide the circles under his eyes without them, and he doesn't want to deal with the lecture he knows he'll get when 'Geal see's them.

he starts crashing around the bathroom, desperatly looking for something, anything to help cover them. He Checks Sephiroths make up supplies, but its just eyeliner and some dark eyeshadows.

Cloud had a Cover stick in his bag but when Gen opens it, it is A.) three shades too pale, and B.) literally worn down to the dreggs and possibly out of date. Fuck.

The crashing around seems to be heard from the next room, as Gen hears footsteps aproach the ajared bathroom door.

"Gena?" comes the croaky croon of their resident puppy.

Genesis has to pull back from the urge to lunge for the door and slam it closed.

Zack stands in the entry way, blinking tiredly and looking concerned. his hair is endearingly messy. Maybe a year ago that would have grated on Genesis, but now it was one of the things he loved most about mornings with Zack.

"Babe, what are you doing up?" he asks, clearly only half awake.

Genesis doesn't look up, nor answer. If he does he knows Zack will see his eye bags. If he does he knows he will likely start crying. neither option is preferable, so he continues to stare at the floor.

The footsteps come a little closer. Zacks slightly scarred feet come into his field of vision. Genesis vaguely notes he's still wearing the nail polish Genesis put on his toenails a week ago for fun. Zack had never ben one for self conciousness. He could be annoyingly upbeat about everthing; his looks included. If someone complained about his fashion choice, he would grin and wear the clothing anyway. If his hair was a mess, he'd brush it off by saying he wouldn't die from it.

It was terribly annoying, and made Genesis seeth with envy sometimes. He wished he could be that Blazé about his looks.

"Gen, you okay?" Zack touched his shoulder. He became a little more concerned when Genesis flinched at the touch.

"Hey its okay," he said kneeling by his partner. "Whatever it is we can solve it together,"

Genesis tilts his head away as Zack ducks to try and catch his eye. He was hoping his hair was casting enough of a shadow to hide the offending bruises.

Zack reaches out however, turning his face towards him so he can get a clear look and check theres no tears. There isn't but its a close call. Maybe it was just better if Genesis admit defeat. This wasn't some deluded fan after all, it was Zack.

He lets his chin be led to meet Zack's gaze, wincing as he waits for the judgement to be cast.

"There's that pretty face," Zack coo's obnoxiously. He's obviously trying to make Genesis laugh but it falls flat, so again he asks, "Gena what's wrong?"

"I-" Gen's throat feels sticky. "I could not rest..."

"Okay, but why are you crashing round the bathroom? did you have a nightmare or something?"

Genesis tried to turn away again but Zacks hand was still on his chin. he looked down instead.

"I was... looking for my concealor,"

"At four in the morning?" Zack puzzles. "What for?"

"Can't you see the dark circles that have marred my face?"

Zack tilts his own head a little. The resemblance to a confused Alsatian puppy are truly startling as his mused spikes flop with the movement. Genesis feels a surge of unreasonable irritation at the sight.

"Oh for goddess sake Zachery," he snaps and jabs at the bruises under his eyes. "There! are you blind?! They are entirely impossible to miss!"

"I see them dude," Genesis grits his teeth at the casual nickname but Zack either doesn't notice or doesn't care He persists. "I guess I'm just wondering why its an issue?"

Genesis Rolls his eyes. Of course! Of course Zack would be so blindly uncaring about these things. After all, if it were his own face he wouldn't care. But Genesis cares, which is why he shoves at the younger man growling:

"As foreign a concept as it may be to you my love, some of us have insecurities!"

Zacks expression shutters a little as his own annoyance flares. He had always found Gen's outbursts difficult to handle the most out of all of them. Despite loving him fiercly, it was simply the mark of inexperience that meant Zack reacted more to Gen than the others did. Angeal had known him long enough to know how to handle his temper, while Sephiroth and Cloud were used to handling people who's ire was easily triggered. Zack, by comparrison, was the odd one out.

That being said, he most be learning, because he did not rise to the bate as he normally would.

"I have insecurities Gen," he speaks calmly and evenly, taking purposeful breaths to sooth the irritation. "I get that your upset, but I'm just trying to help,"

Genesis deflates a little at that. Goddess he really was exhausted.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, "Just go back to bed its fine. I will be fine."

"I'm not leaving you to stew on the bathroom floor birdie,"

"I'll be fine,"

Zack lets out an aggravated sigh.

"Look," He shifts a little so that Genesis is facing him properly. "I get that you feel self concious, and I'm not saying its stupid cause its not. God's know I know what kind of lecture Angeal will probably give you about staying up late, but Gen I'm on your side okay?"

It was Genesis' turn to look confused.

"I get not sleeping." Zack elaborates. "you're looking at the king of late night thumb twiddling here sweetheart. I don't sleep most nights, I know I have dark circles and yeah, Gen, I feel self concious about them a lot of the time,"

Genesis blanched a little in suprise.

"You do?"

"Yup," Zack nods. "But I'm not the only one either. Angeal may be all high and mighty about sleep schedules but he'd have conniptions if he knew that none of the rest of us sleep properly. Cloud's usually awake until three most nights; Seph's only asleep right now because he's been awake for the past week and finally crashed, and me? I'm admittedly awake because you are but I'm usually lying in bed trying not to fidget so much because my brain's still wide awake,"

He sighs and rubs at his eye's like he's the one thats been up until four.

"I haven't had a proper night of REM sleep in weeks dude." he grumbles, and Genesis can see them now, the rings that sit heavy around Zack's own eyes like he's been punched. They mirror Gen's own, and its almost... comforting to know he's not alone.

"I apologise puppy," he reaches out and rubs a thumb under Zacks eyes. "I believe I have some eye masks that can help reduce them if you like?"

Zack snorts and catches the hand to kiss it. Genesis softens considerably at the move.

"Tomorrow, right now you're coming to bed,"

as they pick themselves up and return to the bed, Genesis thinks about the how he has been handling this insecurity of his. He feels a little lighter knowing that its something he'd not alone in, but there is also a little shame in realising he has been hiding it from the people who are supposed to love him in spite of his flaws.

He wanted to think this was a turning point in his feeling's of inadaquacy surrounding his appearence. Maybe it was, but he also knew that tomorrow he would go out to buy more Concealer before his press conferance on tuesday. He wasn't quite ready for the world to know that he was a mess underneath his fair facade.

But maybe a baby step was all he needed to stumble down the right path.

Sighing he turned over to cuddle into Zack's side as the other man moved to get comfortable. He craned to lay a kis on Zacks neck and got a forehead kiss in return.

[grokebaby]

[Present day]

The "Case"

"Nyevilicus, we need to talk." Mewmew said, entering the room. Something about ms presence held a seriousness that Evie didn't like, but alas. It must be important if ms bothering-err interacting with them. Truth be told, Mewmew and Evilicus had been floating quite far from each other lately despite living in the same house. After Evilicus' return, and the initial confrontation it brought, things had sort of settled.

"Very well.. I'm listening." they said, reserved, sitting down. The kitchen was dim with the orange of sunset coming through the cracks in the curtains. Dusk being one of the most frequent times they happened to interact at all, seeing their differences in daily rhythm. That, or their differences of native planets..

"So, please understand that iyam coming to you about this with good intentions, I only want what's the best for everyone, alright? Please hear me out til I've finished speaking. I have nyour best interest in mind as well." Mewmew started prefacing ms future statement, and suddenly it all felt heaps more frightening than before. Evie will have to prepare to swallow more now. Perhaps it was about time, after some of the revelations they'd had earlier.. Maybe it'll be good. But it'll certainly sting.

"Okay.. I'm ready, then.."

"Alright, good. Good! Um." Mewmew tapped ms paws on the table. Mews expression became sort of.. Gentler. Something about it made Evie's stomach drop, and they couldn't explain why. They must've done something wrong. "So, I wanted to just say that if you ever need.. Support, for dealing with your emotions, or.. Ways to manage them constructively.." Oh, now it's just embarrassing. They shrunk further into their armor, but kept listening nonetheless.

"Please, just let me know. Okay? I've dealt with these things too, and it.. It'll help you feel better too! I assure you. I'm nyat here to judge you, I'm not enrolled in the alliance, okay, everything here is just everyday business. Nyalright?" Mewmew concluded, ears slightly drawn back. Was that a good sign? It feels like ms holding something back.

Evilicus only nodded.

Mewmew seemed relieved. To some extent.. "Alright. Alright, good! Thank nya for listening. I'm proud of you. Just, please leave the livestock alone, it's very important to the humans living here."

...

......

".. What?"

"Mrrp?"

"What do you. What livestock? You mean earthly animals?"

Mewmew looked like m braced mself for something for a second, as if m wanted to sigh. "Nyou.. Know what I'm talking about.."

There was an increasing silence between them, as they looked between each other. Evilicus glanced around the room, as if the answers would magically spawn out of something. Anything?

".. What?"

"...."

"....."

"Evilicus." Mewmew said, though firmly, now with increasing emotion in ms voice. Evie couldn't really tell what it was, but hoped not anger, nor disappointment. Still reeling from the sudden comeuppance of unknown conversation topics, Evilicus scratched their face. "I uhm.. I really don't know what you're talking about here.. S..sorry.." their voice grew smaller and smaller towards the end. Mewmew shot them a look, as if in disbelief, although parts of it had to be some form of discomfort. "Ih-"

Mew took a breath in. "The farmers in this town have reported.. Increasing cases where their livestock - like, sheep, cows.. Have been.. Killed. They suspected wild nyanimals at first, but.. The livestock wasn't really eaten that much and.." Mew grew uncomfortable.

".. And?"

"And the cases were just starting to look more.. Like.. Brutalized. And it-" Mew breathed out heavily, fidgeting. "It doesn't look like anything a wild animal could do. Anymore.." m concluded, now facing Evilicus razor sharply in the eyes. "I wanted to come to you about this.. Fairly. In a fair manner. Which is why I brought up the-the managing of feewings, and-"

"And so, wait, you think.. You think I did this?" Evilicus put their hand on the table, their whole presence tense.

"-Out of anger, or vengeance maybe, something, I don't know but we can talk about it-"

"I did not do that. What reason do I have to take my emotions out on animals? Nor the townspeople?? And on another note, I've barely left this house since coming back!" Evilicus stood up from their chair, blood racing under their skin. They could hear it clearly, echoing off the metal. Mewmew stood up as well, partway, putting ms paws up defensively. As if pacifying a frightened animal.

"I said we can talk about this, Villy, if you did do it-"

"I DIDN'T."

Silence fell between them once again. Oh, this is way worse than what they could've anticipated. Doing something wrong and being told about it gently? Sure. But hearing something bad happened and immediately assuming blame on Evilicus themself? Decrepid.

It's not that Mewmew wouldn't be valid to doubt the moral of their actions - it's plenty understandable. No, what's terrifying about this situation is that it's just plausible enough to blame on Evilicus. And knowing their history, they really, Really don't have enough alibi to prove otherwise.

A cruel twist of fate.

It's almost.. Too convenient. Isn't it.

Evilicus swallowed.

"Look, I know you don't have.. Much, to trust me on my word yet," their voice trembled, heat flashing their forehead. "But I swear.. I've not left this house. I've not spoken to anyone but you. Nor seen anyone. But you. Ever since I returned." they continued, feverishly, feeling the seconds tick by, feeling how their dark and dingy heart was now resting soft, still beating, on Mewmews paws. Their only grace, only mercy, only other person in this cosmos right now.

And they cannot lose it.

Mewmew looked between their eyes, as if searching - desperately, for something. For a shred of trust. For a bit of patience within mew. To believe this, and walk the path m set on when deciding to do all this for Evilicus at all.

Those few seconds were the longest of their life.

Mew sighed. "Alright.. I believe you. I'm sorry. It's just.. It worried me, and I.. Sorry." Mew blinked a few times, leaning back on ms chair. And it's no wonder mew seemed defeated by this, because if they chose to believe Evilicus instead of the rest of the scene, they'd both have to grapple with the next question.

Who's doing this?

[ask-missparker]

(In my case) Cause in my darkest days | Epic AU ✨

Pairing: Nikolai x Amelia, Rochelle x Michelle.

Summary: Before the chaos of the journey begins 🔨

Note: This is pure fun, feel free to contribute to this 😉

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The past few days were an absolute oddball of moments.

Sailors docking their ships, soldiers fighting in the front edges of the garden, friends and relatives gathering around the palace. There were rumors floating around about the possibility recruits skilled men and women to war in Troy.

Most of all? The king of Ithaca had declared himself distracted and busy. Especially after Rochelle has strongly quick thought his mind and told him about the importance of going to Troy. She was a warrior of wisdom and war, made sense. So in response? He decided to keep himself and even faked an injury to not go.

The only thing was that he hasn’t told the missus yet.

When Queen Amelia came into their chamber, dressed in a slick pink nightgown and her hair in long pinned curls. She has finished putting their 5 month old son to bed, when she found him leaning against the railing of the balcony. Just like when they were younger, thankfully he hasn’t tried jumping, yet. Nikolai was staring at the stars above when he felt a hand on his lower back, he looked up to see his wife.

“There’s my girl.” He greeted her with a light smile. “As beautiful as ever,

She returned the smile, “Hey. Everything alright? It’s chilly out here, come inside.”

“In a moment.”

“You didn’t answer my question. You alright?”

Nikolai held back a couple of thoughts, he wasn’t sure how to respond to the question. His beloved wife noticed, as she leaned backwards against the railing to get a glimpse at his face. He knew that he had been watching the skies above for answers from the stars. Not alas, he had none.

How do you tell your wife you’re supposed to head off to war in a few days?

“No, no I’m not.” He told her, “Rochelle came over earlier today telling me about the current situation. You know, the war at Troy?”

Amelia nods and sighs, “Yes I know. What about it?”

“Well, apparently a few warriors are leading soldiers to fight and reclaim Helen. And I’m well…”

“You’re asked to join…”

Nikolai nods seemingly as he watches her face drop in disappointment. Neither one of them could imagine this. He didn’t even want to think of leaving his sweet boy alone.

“That’s why you’ve been busy all week long.” Amelia figured, chewing on her lower lip.

He nods with a sigh, taking her hand within his and pressing a soft kiss against her knuckled.

“I thought if I came up with plenty of reasons not to go, I’d be lucky enough to stay..” He explained, “Darling, believe me, I don’t want to go ahead with this trip and—”

“Go.” Amelia suddenly said noting the surprise expression on his face before explaining, “You’re a skilled fighter, my love, and a warrior of honor. Yes, it’ll hurt not having you home, but I can try and manage things here.”

“Amelia, no…”

“Nikolai, yes.”

“I don’t want to leave you or our son. Matter a fact, our friends and relatives…”

“You’ll have a team of skilled players in the field, some of whom are your friends..”

He saw the determination and understanding in her eyes as he smiled. He thanked every day he found himself with a woman who was willing to give him a chance. He had it hard enough growing up and he knew that he got lucky.

“Who knows how long this war may last.” He remarked, with a dry chuckle.

She shrugged and chuckled, “A possible four years? If your luck, you can sneak back and see me every single week.”

“Don’t tempt me, woman.”

Amelia smirked, “Besides, it’s a 6 day trip. You’ll be home soon after.”

Nikolai smirked pulling her closer, “I’ll be counting the days.”

“You’re lucky you got Rochelle as your goddess friend, and not Michelle.” Amelia joked.

“Don’t remind me, Michelle has to be the grumpiest woman in all of Mount Olympus.” Nikolai teased.

“How does Rochelle love her, we may never know..”

The two laughed.

~~~

MEANWHILE On Mount Olympus…

Rochelle and Michelle were sound asleep when Michelle snapped awake.

“Somebody is talking about me again!” Michelle said, sitting up straight and looked around with wide eyes.

Rochelle, who was asleep wearing a sleeping mask, grumbled, “For the 3rd time this week, no one is speaking your name!”

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Sidenote - 6 day trip?! 🤨😌👀

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[deiaiko]

#22.7 Lunch

Grace had led their guests to the cafeteria, where rows of dishes had been arranged and carefully prepared.

His team took the initiative to make a buffet where each of them cooked a few dishes for their guests and served them anonymously, though that led to a wide range of food, from modified instant noodles to expensive roasted meat. At least there was variety, and hopefully it could cover everyone's preferences.

Grace had given a short speech to thank everyone for participating in the game, and to welcome them to enjoy the buffet. Though the atmosphere was a little awkward with half of the team away to accompany Agni.

At first, the princesses looked at the food warily. But after an explanation from Grace, and after Dan and Gyetang ate their portions to prove them safe, they were finally willing to get their servings.

They gathered together around the long table specifically prepared for this occasion, enough for everyone present. Currently, it was only occupied by Endorsi, Anaak, Hatz, Gyetang, Dan, and Grace himself. Laure was left to sleep on the sofa by the window. Hopefully, he wouldn't be forgotten later on.

It seemed like Gyetang and Dan were having the time of their lives just by talking to Endorsi, and Grace really appreciated that she took the time to indulge his team.

Anaak definitely looked like she would rather be anywhere else but there, but Grace believed that she also found the situation amusing. Especially when Endorsi looked like she wanted to throw hands at her fanboys.

In contrast, Hatz had been eating his lunch quietly. Only speaking if he had to, and only after his mouth was empty. The scene reminded Grace exactly of how it played out all those years ago on the second floor. He felt nostalgic.

Grace obviously didn't want to miss the opportunity to get to know everyone, and began asking questions on mundane things, like their favorite foods, favorite activities, recommended places they would like to revisit, why they were climbing the tower, some fond memories of their past…and so on.

Of course, questions were also thrown his way. He tried to answer it as best as he could, but he avoided telling anything that concerned his past. It was still a sensitive topic to get through, even between him and Agni. He only hoped this wouldn't lead them to think that he was cold.

The elevator behind him let out a soft chime. He turned around to look and beamed when he noticed Agni and Novick. Though he wished the others had tagged along as well.

Novick went to get his servings, Agni only spared Novick a glance before making his way to the empty seat next to Grace.

"Isu and Bam said they'll wait for Ran," Agni informed as a greeting. "I've told them where to find us."

The conversations afterward were mostly led by Endorsi and Agni. Not the friendliest exchange, unsurprisingly. It was more like a business deal with some sarcasm, but it kept the room alive.

Soon Novick joined them, sitting near Dan and Gyetang. Endorsi scanned him once and looked pleased when Novick didn't give her as much of a reaction.

Between the banter, Grace noticed that Agni was sitting quite stiffly. He did a check on him earlier after the game ended, so he knew what was wrong. It was the usual cold and ache that Agni had gotten used to. The game earlier and the days of preparation beforehand definitely had put a lot of strain on him. Was that why he didn't get food along with Novick? What could he do to help in this circumstance?

After a few moments of pondering, Grace downed his glass of water and turned to Agni. "Do you want to eat anything in particular? I'm going to get refills, so might as well."

"Well…Okay." Agni gave him a brief smile, and glanced at the buffet table. "Is there any warm soup?"

Grace had the urge to tuck Agni under a warm blanket and tell him to take it easy for the day. Alas, they need to host for the occasion today, so that wouldn't do. He pushed the thought away and recalled the menu they had prepared. "We have rawon."

Agni raised his eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes." Grace grinned. He knew Agni wouldn't say no to that.

"Can you get me the meat and soup only?"

"Of course. With tea?"

"Yes. Thank you."

And so Grace went to the buffet table and prepared Agni's order. A medium bowl, some chunks of meat, and then soup. A cold water refill for his own glass. And lastly a steaming cup of tea with an extra spoonful of honey. 

As he was stirring the drink, Rak and Khun joined him to get some food. Seeing them together, still bickering, made his heart swell. It almost felt like he was reliving the past. Which he kind of was doing, in a way.

Khun examined each of the menus, holding up a spoon indecisively. "Which one did Bam cook?"

Grace smiled and put his pointer finger on his lips. "It's a secret."

"It's just food, what's the big deal?"

"Exactly," Grace winked. "Does it matter who made which?"

Khun raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "It matters to me."

A chuckle escaped his throat. Has Khun always been this sappy? That was cute. But Khun should have tried better if he wanted to get that information from him. Definitely not with that attitude. "Just get some of each, then it’s guaranteed that you'll get Bam's in the mix."

"Best turtle is right!" Rak laughed, with his plate already filled to the brim. "I'm trying everything regardless! They all smell good!"

"See? Rak gets it." Grace laughed as he summoned his lighthouse to place Agni's order on. Truly, Rak was the best. His heart unhelpfully ached at the thought. He needed to think of something else. "Are Isu and Bam still with Ran?"

"Yep," Rak was the one who answered, since Khun was purposely ignoring him. 

Grace felt his chest squeeze at the realization. Maybe he should've told Khun the answer he wanted to hear? But that would be against the rules that his team had agreed on. Khun had always been cold to him anyway, though the silent treatment was new.

Grace didn't know where he went wrong the first time, and this one seemed to be too petty to get mad for. Maybe he was just overthinking it.

Don't mind, don't mind. He told himself as he focused back on the task at hand. He had kept Agni waiting long enough. He should get back to him while the meal was still warm.

Grace took notice of Khun taking several servings of food. He was probably going back to the medbay. So Grace turned to Rak and asked, "Care to join me here, Rak?"

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Cringefail Throuple 💡

‘Tis I, summoned once more from the ether by that gifset of Billy you just reblogged! Alas, this day I bring an angsty question…

What happened the first time Billy had a nightmare about the car incident while he was sleeping with Michael and reader? Was it before or after he told them about it? If it was before, how did he play it off, and after they found out, when did they realize that he’d lied about the nightmare(s)?

Hi Cringefail Throuple 💡anon!!! I missed seeing you in my askbox!!!

The first of, many nightmares, happened in that strange lull between the first hookup (which was supposed to be a one only weekend of crazy sex) and when they became a throuple. Billy wasn't ready, still, to talk about his life in London with anyone, let alone those two nerds who would pop by, have sex with him and then disappear for a while because they both had busy schedules to follow. You and Michael were, basically, two strangers and Billy was desperate to suppress any bad memory from London in the hopes to start fresh and pretend he hasn't done anything bad, ever.

Warnings: nightmares, retching, medications, the car bomb accident, a smidge of internalized toxic masculinity.

For a while he had believed he had succeeded, aided by all the good endorphins flooding his bloodstream after each encounter (he even stopped therapy and his meds, because he believed he didn't need either anymore). Can you imagine his shock and fear when he wakes up one morning, screaming and scrambling to his bathroom to retch, because the nightmare has slammed him face first back into that car that reeked of his sweat and fear? The panic he feels when he sees you and Michael crowding the bathroom door, asking what has just happened? How he scrambles to say that he's had something bad to eat yesterday and it caused a bad dream? How bad he feels now that he feels the claws of his past reaching and grabbing him, to drag him back to where he doesn't want to return?

It's too obvious for both Michael and you that something is not adding up here, that Billy is not telling them what is truly happening. Michael wants answers: food poisoning doesn't cause nightmares and Billy was fine so, what goes here? It's a well placed kick in his shin by you that stops him from worsening this meltdown, but he has his eyes on Billy: puppy guy has become increasingly more interesting, and not because the sex is amazing.

"This caused those nightmares, does it not?"

Michael asks the night Billy tells you two everything he did in London, after Billy breaks down and cries in your shared embrace. You have to hold him tight to your chest when he tries to hide in the bathroom, embarrassed by the idea that you, or Michael, might believe him a loser for sharing his emotions so openly.

You two are piled on the couch, the mugs of tea forgotten on the table (Michael can't brew good tea to save his life), while Michael is still prowling the small living room, angry at Billy's family and the whole of London.

"Michael, you daft cunt!" You growl.

You understand why Billy didn't open up before. What he did was big and tied to an ever worse mess; you can barely imagine how stressful, and scary, the whole ordeal must have been for him. Yet, there is this part of you who wishes he had opened up earlier with either you, or Michael, even though the relationship had started on a booty call basis.

"No, no. It's fine." Billy tells you.

He doesn't feel completely OK, there's something in his hearth still rattling, a voice in his head telling him you two are going to leave, now that you know the whole truth. Baby steps, his therapist tells him during every appointment: he can't expect to run a marathon without proper training.

"Yes. Many of my nightmares are caused by the car bomb." He admits with a trembling voice. "Sometimes Lana doesn't manage to save me and I die when I try to open the car door. Sometimes I am at the shop I destroyed: I can see myself from the outside and I try to stop myself, failing every time."

He's happy he's started therapy again and that the medication he's using are helping him navigate the complicated feelings every session evoke in him; some days are harder to face, though.

"You'll tell us, from now on." Michael tells him with a voice a bit too stern for your liking. "When it's not all right."

You know Michael is trying to be there for Billy, and his ways are different from yours, that he's trying to suppress his own rage against Billy's family, but he needs to tone it down a little bit.

"I will." Billy says, his voice still too small. "Come here?"

Billy opens his arms and Michael lays against him, still stiff with rage; you can't win all the battles, you muse, and the one Billy is fighting is far more important than Michael's temper.

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[mrs-kodzuken]

Christmas Magic ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenma Kozume x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: mostly fluff, marriage, sexual tension

CW: fem!reader, lots of sexual tension at the end, long haired!reader

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I scrolled on my phone looking through a baking app, skimming across it for new recipes to try out. I wanted to bake something for Kenma and I even though it was only one in the morning.

Currently, I was sitting on the counter in our beautiful kitchen. The bar stools were always an obvious choice to sit in but alas I loved our granite counter. I screenshotted three recipes for three different types of cookies to try out.

Gingerbread sandwich cookies, Peppermint patty-stuffed chocolate cookies, and some DIY YouTube emoticon cookies, those were for Kenma.

Speaking of my husband, he had told me about thirty minutes earlier that he was going to stream live. Which is most likely what he was doing right now.

I looked through the ingredients on the list and quietly headed upstairs to the second floor. Even though Kenma was an entire floor above, in his gaming room, of our three story house, I still tried to be as quiet as possible.

I mean, it was one am after all. Time didn't really bother Kenma and I because of our schedules.

Entering our bedroom, I grabbed a measure of clothing. Hat, scarf, winter jacket, sweatpants, and warm socks. Grabbing my snow boots from the closet floor I headed back downstairs to the door.

I looked up at the snowy sky and took a deep breath in of the sharp icy air, which felt like needles poking my lungs. Winter is here and it's my favorite time of the year.

Smiling at the decorative lights flashing on our house that we put up a couple of weeks ago. I started my walk to the closest market, I didn't want to travel too far just for some cookie ingredients.

Some of them we didn't have either. Hopefully, they'd be open because I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. And I needed something to busy me whilst my husband was streaming.

I headed in and heard the bell ding as the warm air from the small convenience store heated me up.

Immediately, I went to the baking and ingredients section. I tried to balance the objects in my arms while walking up to the front counter because I didn't think to grab a cart.

"Hello." I spoke to the cashier and carefully set my items down.

"Hi Mrs.Kozume, do you plan on making something this late?" The old lady had asked with a light laugh. The crinkles by her eyes creased and shown her age.

"Yes ma'am, I wanted to bake for my husband. He's working right now and probably won't be sleep for a couple more hours." I laughed with her.

Since I would always come here for plenty of household things, at any time of day or night, I knew most of all the workers.

"Ah, well I hope the two of you have a good night." She placed my ingredients in two plastic bags then held them out for me.

"You too. Thank you." I waved at her and opened the door, leaving as the cold air from the chill night surrounded me once again.

Not after hearing a mumble of 'such cute youngens.' I had quietly laughed to myself and continued my short walk home. Eager to bake and be in warmth again.

Passing all the colorful decorations of houses, I stared in awe. Small snow flurries had began to fall as well. Christmas is such a wonderful time, isn't it?

Finally coming close to a familiar decor, I quickly got inside. The coldness nipping at my nose and body as I shivered from it.

"Baby? Are you back?" I heard a deep voice fill the air as I took off my winter boots and continued to strip until I was in my regular house clothes.

"Yes hon, I went out to get some things." I answered my husband while hanging my big coat on the rack and leaving my snow boots by the door.

"Did you finish your streaming?" I questioned, tilting my head as he rounded the corner from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it was a short one." He muttered, his eyes focused on the bags in my hands.

I walked into the kitchen, setting them down on the counter before heading upstairs, kenma following my every move.

"What'd you get?"

"Just a few ingredients for baking." I opened our closet and picked out my pink Christmas pj's that Kenma bought me. They had small green Christmas trees on them and were very soft.

As well as reaching for some big fuzzy socks to warm up my cold feet.

I took off my house clothes and slipped that on, not bothering to cover up my body. It's not like Kenma hasn't seen any of this glorious body before.

I watched as Kenma's eyes trailed down my body and gawked at my every move.

"My love, do you wanna your Christmas jammie's on to match me?" I asked, silently begging so we could be cute together.

He came from behind me as I reached into the drawers to pull out his set. Ken hugged me from the back, his arms wrapping around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

"Sure baby, I'll be right down." Kissing the nape of my neck, I sighed peacefully and broke our hug.

Heading down, I waltzed kitchen, pulling my hair up and started with the basics.

I could basically feel his eyes staring at me while I started getting the bowls and utensils out as well as my ingredients I had bought.

"Yes, my love?" I turned around to face him, getting ready to start whisking the batter.

"Can I help?"

I smiled softly at him, my heart bursting into flames full of love. Especially since he looked so precious in his pajamas that matched mine.

"Of course you can, here." I gave him the batter I was just about to whisk and started on a new task.

"What kind of cookies are these." He sniffed the batter, his nose twitching.

"These are gingerbread sandwich cookies. I have two others that i wanted to bake too. I'm gonna start on the peppermint patty-stuffed chocolate ones." I gave him my phone that had all the instructions on how to bake the Gingerbread cookies.

He set the bowl down and his eyes skimmed down the phone to the last one. I saw a soft smile grace his handsome features.

"Can we make the last one next?"

"Sure, let me finish with this chocolate first and you put those in oven." I directed, happy that we were bonding.

Baking with Kenma was always nice, even if we stopped a few times here and there because he wanted to make out for some unknown reason.

"Are they done?" I asked him, peering back while he opened the oven. I cleaned the last couple of dishes that we used for baking.

"Yeah, but they're hot so be careful." He warned me as some of his two toned hair fell into his face. Ken put the cookies on a platter and set them on our granite counter, waiting for them to cool.

I grabbed my step stool and set it where I could fix his hair, as per usual. I, unfortunately, had to stand on my tippy toes from how short I am.

Lightly taking his hair out of the messy back bun I had put it in earlier, and changed it to a ponytail.

"Your hair is so soft and long baby." I gently racked my hands through his hair.

"Oh please, your hair goes down to your ass baby." He retorted as if I meant it as a bad thing.

"It's not a bad thing honey, most guys don't wear it long. It looks sexy on you." My face flushed and I stepped down, putting the step stool away to where it goes.

I didn't hear an answer from him as I made my way towards the cookies. They should be cool enough by now to eat.

Gently, I touched one before picking it up just to see if it would burn my hand or not.

Seeing as I could pick it up I turned to Kenma with it.

"Say ahh." I broke the cookie in half so I could feed it to him.

He stared down at me with watchful eyes and an eyebrow raised like I was dumb. Nevertheless he did as I asked.

"Good boy, does it taste good?" I could have sworn that he almost choked when I said that. I was just proud that the cookies we made came out looking so good.

"That's new. It's usually Daddy." He smirked, his cheeks flushing bit red, watching my expression.

My face burned a bright red because I knew what he was talking about. And it was, in fact, true.

"How does it taste?" My voice high pitched because of his response, I cleared my throat to fix it.

"Eh, you taste better."

I could have died right then and there.

"You're such a horny person, Kenma." I laughed at him, feeling the sexual tension in the air.

I thought this was supposed to be wholesome and yet here my erratic husband is, trying to be sexy.

"You're one to talk.." He trailed off, analyzing my face.

"Anyway! Do you want to watch home alone? I'll bring the cookies up while they're still warm?" I said getting a glass of milk for us to dip our cookies in.

"Sure baby," He kissed my jaw in the same place of where he had set a mark he made a couple nights ago.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I can't believe I married a horny tornado." I muttered and focused on the sweets in front of me.

Knowing damn well that later I would be getting some Christmas magic.

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a/n: this is from my “Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots” on Wattpad! I hoped you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

the header is from lena!! on Pinterest

[rosieathearthside]

…Well, Isn’t This…Lovely. (Poll Result Turned Real Alert, Baby!!!)

I finally finished writing about my new OCs- some of them, anyway! The angst I mentioned before isn’t really that strong in this particular drabble, so I apologize if I gave anyone false expectations a few posts ago. But don’t worry too much. It’s coming. And when it hits, it’ll hit hard.

:’D

(YouTube link to be added! I do have art for this, but it’s a little fancier- and, thus, not finished yet. Don’t quite know when it’ll get done, but I’m working on it. <33)

(Wattpad link here!)

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The hazy moon outside of Oliver's dormitory grew more and more brilliant by the minute. But that didn't stop him from enjoying his last few moments with the sunset. Its orange-and-yellow glow glazed over the rooftops of the surrounding abodes- soft, like a hug waiting to be fallen into. 

...And goodness gracious, did he need a hug right now. 

"Have you enjoyed the Academy so far, Mr. June?"

A voice to match that of the waning light nudged Oliver out of his bittersweet reverie. Behind his perch under the window, and currently busy with setting out a tray of milk and cookies on the bedside table, was Miss Elizabeth, the head dormitory maid. The two had met earlier this morning, just when Oliver finished his business with the registrar at the front gate. It was then that he bid a heartfelt goodbye to Mama and Papa, and became an official student of the Marilla Academy of the Educational Arts. (That was what it was called, correct? Oliver had never been the best with...complicated words.) Miss Elizabeth introduced herself then, educating Oliver about her newfound relationship with the starry-eyed pupil. 

It was her sole obligation, she explained, to keep the other dormitory maids and butlers to their duties at all times. If any one of them demonstrated shortcomings, as their superior, Miss Elizabeth alone would be held responsible. But you would never be able to gauge the stress on her shoulders from her demeanor; indeed, she held herself with the chipper gusto of many girls Oliver's age. 

And, just as it had every encounter prior, Oliver felt his own spirits lift from her sight. How kind must one be, truly, to care so deeply for the children they were assigned to tidy up behind?

So he answered her question honestly. 

"Yes'm! I love it..." He took a moment to breathe, exhaling stale air he hadn't even been aware of holding. "...It's very pretty." 

That's it. Just like Mama told you. 

In...out. 

It's all okay...I'm okay. 

In-between breaths and reassuring mantras, Oliver was blessed with the aroma of sweet, fresh-baked cookies. It appeared that the magic residing on his table had wasted no time in permeating the space, even with the obstacle of an open window. Waiting until Miss Elizabeth had shuffled off to another corner of the room, he hopped up on soft feet, and dove into sheer bliss. (And the milk was perfect, too!) 

"Well," Miss Elizabeth declared as she finished polishing the room's many candle-holders, "I'm sure you'll want to be well-rested for tomorrow's classes, but if you happen to have any inquiries, or you require assistance during the night-" she lay her polishing job down to walk towards Oliver's door- "Master Viola wants you to ring this bell. The sound will alert her in her office, and she'll send one of the maids or butlers down to retrieve what you might need." The bell was subtle enough; its silvery-purple beauty had been hidden by a sliding panel next to the door before Miss Elizabeth announced its presence. But, alas, the "Master" she referred to was anything but. She was one of the Academy's directors, and in charge of all aspects of campus life. Even to a new recruit like Oliver, her influence could be felt everywhere...even in the flower-emblazoned "V" etched in bright silver along the bell's surface. 

"Er..." Oliver thought for a moment, before swallowing the last bits of a particularly chewy cookie. "...may I ask you something now?"

"Oh, of course." 

"...What are 'inquiries?'"

For a heart-skipping moment, Oliver thought he saw Miss Elizabeth chuckle under her breath, the sound melodious even if subdued. "They're questions, Mr. June. Like what you just asked," she noted with a much more conspicuous giggle. 

His face of confusion melted into a curious smile, sweetened by the taste of warm milk. "That was an inquiry?"

"Yes, sir!"

He let out a small huff of laughter, quickly accentuated by the ruffle his caregiver gave his sandy brown hair. But, as he mentally recalled the day, a few crumbs of inquisitiveness were found unguarded in his chest...ones he felt would choke him if they stayed dormant for much longer. "Well...wha' if it's late at night? Wouldn't the bell be loud in the middle of the night?"

Miss Elizabeth didn't seem upset at his ques- er, inquiry...but even a small child could see the startledness in the movement of her eyes. Why could that be?

"...To be truthful, I suppose it would." Her eyes stayed still for long enough to ponder the bell once more, fingers pondering its embellished surface, before she let her shoulders fall with a single, punctuated breath. "Master Viola was insistent- that is, she didn't seem to mind much...I don't think she ever has, really." 

...Something in Miss Elizabeth's demeanour was unrecognizable to poor Oliver. What was the matter with his caregiver? 

"...Do you?"

"Hm?"

"Do you mind?"

The room had never had much noise to begin with, but to Oliver, it fell suffocatingly quiet in a matter of seconds. Save for the chirping of the birds in the eaves- and the sound of his breath- one could hear a crumb fall to the carpeted ground. The candles Miss Elizabeth had finished and lit seemed...darker, somehow, though the pink-tinted moon grew ever-apparent above the rooftops. 

In...out. 

"...No. No, I don't mind. Whatever helps you get a good night's sleep, Mr. June." 

Miss Elizabeth's smile returned now. But...no. Maybe it was just the darkness of the room that made it look so downcast? 

Now there were two things in his mind to clear before he slept. 

"Wai- er, I'm sorry." Oliver stepped away from his table a bit, making Elizabeth turn away from the latch she was busy shutting. "I...just have one more question."

Her expression was still cordial, thank goodness. Oliver had to stifle back an audible sigh of relief when he saw the force behind her smile; that had to be genuine. "Go on, Oliver."

In...

"That building, the one way over there..." He pointed into the darkness to a rather dismal-looking building, set quite a ways apart from all the dormitories. "Is it part of the school? I don't remember seeing it when you walked with me."

...Out. 

It took a while for Miss Elizabeth to see through the pooling magenta night, Oliver could tell. But when she finally saw what he referenced, her eyes instantly widened. 

"That's because it's far beyond your dormitory. Actually, it's far from all the dormitories; it'd be rather silly to walk all that way just to trek back here again." She chuckled a tad, looking down and giving Oliver another smile.

"What is it?"

"It's an old storage building. The Academy needed a place to put all their out-of-date books and equipment, so they made that warehouse as a result."

"Oh..." Oliver hesitated, more out of fascination than concern. The...warehouse was more than enough to amuse the eye, after all. "I'm sorry; I thought it was another classroom."

"Oh, no!" Miss Elizabeth laughed fully now, with enough boisterous grandeur to rustle the edges of Oliver's hair. "No, that'd be quite the odd classroom. Don't worry; there's no need for either of us to go down there."

"I'm not worried," Oliver reassured her, mainly in response to the way she reached down and squeezed his hand. If anything, the proverbial "crumb-in-the-chest" had all but dissipated. "Thank you!"

And indeed, our little pupil's thankfulness only grew when he saw the sparkle in Miss Elizabeth's eyes.

His mind was finally clear.

"That's good to hear, Mr. June."

And with a final "good night", a kiss to the head, and a tidying of the cookie tray...jovial Miss Elizabeth was gone.

And, unbeknownst to sleepy Oliver, the red-tinted stars were all that remained of the sunset.  ———————————————————————————————————————————————————— - Thanks for reading!

- Suggestions aren’t just appreciated; they’re encouraged.

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

felt like writing, inbox wasn't calling to me, but here's some Modern AU Tydii. Might do more AU's, there's always kinda fun, anyway...

Also, in this, imagine Saedii wearing the denim fit Taylor Swift wore to the Chiefs game back at the start of September (linked here in case y'all didn't see the fit that lives rent free in my brain lmao)

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In Tyler’s defence, he was drunk. He was normally a more reserved person and not one to do things like get shit-faced, but Scarlett had been giving him shots and Saedii was in a corset top that made him think thoughts that left his brain wandering away from where he should have been focussed on not letting his sister ply him with shots.

Alas, now he was stuck in a cell with Saedii (in her denim shorts and the aforementioned corset top from his personal heaven - and hell) and the drinks are wearing off enough that he knows he punched someone at the bar but his inhibitions are still low enough that he is not focussed on that at all, too busy thinking about how devastatingly beautiful Saedii looks when she’s pissed off. He likes women with edges, so sue him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making her tilt her head down from where she was glaring at the ceiling to look at him. He tries not to wince at the slight split in her lip, a touch guilty for not stepping in before the jackass at the bar had a chance to throw a punch.

“Peachy,” Saedii answers dryly, deeply unimpressed with the fact she was stuck in this cell. Possibly even more unimpressed that they were stuck together.

“How’s your face feel?” She shoots him a deadpan look, but then smirks.

“Better than the other guy,” he smirks back at that, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for said other guy. Saedii considers him for a second, purple eyes intense. “Thanks for that by the way. I didn’t need you to step in, but thank you nonetheless,” she says, and he nods.

“Anytime,” he assures her, before the pair fall back into silence. All being in a police holding cell at 2am aside, it was nice. Saedii has closed her eyes leant her head back against the wall and he takes a moment to take her in, before letting the remnants of drunk Tyler take over and cross the cell to sit next to her. She opens her eyes and and looks at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to explain why he’s now in her space. “Go on a date with me?” 

Saedii blinks at the question, and he mentally pats himself on the back for being able to surprise her.

“And why would I do that?” She asks in kind and he shrugs.

“Because I like you and you can’t tell me you’re not interested, I saw how you looked at me tonight,” he says and she rolls her eyes, but her ears are beginning to redden.

“I was drunk.”

“In vino veritas,” he says, grinning when she tries to elbow him. “I’m a big boy, I can handle a no. But I really do like you, Saedii and I would like to date you if you’d be down,” he states, leaving it at that and going to sit back against the opposite wall. He can feel her watching him and winks at her before mimicking her earlier position and leaning his head on the wall with his eyes closed.

“Okay,” she says and he opens his eyes and meets hers.

“Is that a yes, then?” Saedii nods and he can’t help but grin.

“Next Friday, 7pm. Don’t plan something boring,” she says and he nods.

“I will think wider than the ‘dinner and a movie’ box, especially for you Saedii,” she seems pleased enough with this answer, but doesn’t get a chance to reply before a cop interrupts them with a knock of keys against the holding cells bar.

“That bloke doesn’t want to press charges, you two are free to go,” he says and Saedii hums derisively, standing and walking to the officer as he starts to unlock their cell. Tyler follows suit, not wanting to be stuck here much longer.

The night is brisk (see: absolutely freezing) when they emerge from the station and he catches a muttered curse from Saedii as the breeze hits the skin revealed by her outfit. He barely has a second to consider what he’s doing before he has taken his letterman jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. Saedii looks like she wants to reject the gesture, but chooses instead to shove her arms through the sleeves and turn to him.

“I’ll give this back next time I see you,” she says, obviously uncomfortable with owing him something but he shakes his head with a smile.

“Nah, keep it if you want, it suits you,” he says. She considers his words before turning to go.

“Friday, don’t be late,” she states, before beginning to walk away.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he calls after her, watching her walking away and enjoying the sight of her with ‘Jones’ across her shoulders.

[ongaunt]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞?

elliott penndragon x eloise fortier

summary: a round of truth or dare at the three broomsticks with the hogwarts legacy crew gets a bit spicy.

tw: alcohol, mild language, mild sexual content

mentions: sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, garreth Weasley

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“What did you mean by that?”

The words spoken earlier between them in privacy replayed in his mind, over and over, despite all his protest. Elliott dared to ask the last question Eloise probably wanted to hear. To his detriment, it probably wasn’t the best time or place. They had finished classes for the day and began walking to the Three Broomsticks where their friends were waiting. If the mood turned sour enroute, it would get much worse when they arrive.

“What?” Eloise mumbled a reply, not bothering to look back at him as she charged up the hill.

“You know – if we kissed it would be weird,” he shrugged.

He tried to keep up with her but Eloise sped on unwavering. She could be a scary person from the outside but Elliott would think he knew her better.

“Why are you asking such a dumb question?”

Elliott scoffed. “Am I really that disgusting to you? Friends do kiss sometimes-“

“What the fuck kind of friends are you hanging out with?” she cringed. “Plus – I know you. I’ve known you and Alexis for forever, it would be weird. Now cut it out.”

“But aren’t you curious? You’ve never thought about it?”

She stopped walking and looked at him as if he grew another head. “No.”

“Wow, okay-“

After that absolute blunder, the two Slytherins walked in silence. The Three Broomsticks never felt so far away. The mood finally lightened once they caught up with their peers, beers in hand and gossiping away like nothing happened. Several butterbeers later, Elliott could feel himself sway a little. He leaned against Sebastian and raised both brows at a dumb joke Garreth made.

“-and that’s what I call a kaiju kitty,” he finished his punchline with a hearty laugh.

The table groaned, Ominis completely ignoring it happened. Elliott stretched his arms, almost hitting his best friend in the process.

“Oi, watch it,” Sebastian warned.

“My bad,” Elliott yawned. “I think I’m done with drinks. Who wants water?”

Perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that the bar was busy that night – it took Elliott almost half an hour to get six glasses of water. He barely made it out alive. The table was in high spirits upon his return, all of them laughing at something spinning on top of it.

“What did I miss?” he asked blankly.

Ominis lifted his head up slightly at the sound of his voice, “We thought you left! Come, we’re playing a game.”

“Oh?”

“The bottle spins and whoever it lands on has to answer a truth or a dare,” Garreth explained mid-cheer.

Elliott resumed to his seat beside Sebastian, watching the bottle slow to a stop in his direction. “Uh, okay. Dare-“

“No!”

“Don’t-“

Elliott’s tired eyes widened immensely as the table erupted into a roar, everyone yelling in protest all at once. “What?!”

Garreth was laughing, Sebastian shaking his head slowly and Eloise looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. Even Ominis had a smirk on his face. The clueless Slytherin threw his hands in the air, confused.

“Eloise said she’d kiss the next person that choses a dare,” Sebastian explained between huffs of laughter. “So I guess that’s you, mate.”

Merlin’s balls. “Okay – fine, I choose truth then-“

“No, no, the bottle is sacred, my friend. You must abide by the rules.”

Eloise looked like she was about to punch Garreth for his stupid game. Alas, she sighed. “Fine. I’m no wuss. Come here, idiot.”

Elliott leaned back in his seat, face crestfallen as their friends looked (and listened) on in amazement. His hand covered his eyes as she got up and made her way angrily toward him.

“Why are you covering your eyes? Don’t be weird about this.”

“-but you said –“ he stopped himself, arguing back to Eloise was always futile. Elliott removed his hand, his cheeks flushed a crimson hue.

Eloise dragged a stool from the other table with a loud squeak, slumping onto it. She manhandled the brunette to look at her, both hands on his cheek.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? It’s just a stupid game,” he asked.

“Kiss me, coward.”

The silence was loud. The kiss was a soft peck in the beginning but no one could tell who used tongue first. It was a battle of wills, their lips fighting for dominance, tongue clashing clumsily. Sebastian, Garreth and Ominis were stunned. Finally they broke apart, both panting heavily and redder than roses. Eloise silently walked back to her seat and took a big swig of her remaining ale, Elliott wiping his reddened mouth with his sleeve.

“I don’t even need sight to know that was horrendous-“

“-so who’s next?”

[themissingnumbers]

Okay, okay- I know you said that it was okay for us to make assumptions, but know that I still feel bad about it. But also know that I'm about to do it again.

Are you, like... another Blue? Wait- that sounds all kinds of wrong. Lemme explain my weird thought process here-

Sooooo... You referred to Verdant as "Burū," right? If my brain can make proper connections, then "Burū" means "Blue," I think. Now, in all fairness, this could just be a nickname that I'm looking way too into for no reason, but if she's "Blue" then that would make you "Green." Now wait a second, "Obviously" I hear you saying already—of course, you're Green. That's what you call yourself and that's what we've all been referring to you as. But I'm thinking about this, and by proxy you, in a regional difference kinda way.

You said earlier that there wasn't just one copy or Cartridge of Generation 1 hangin' around. I can only assume that you mean the four commercially available versions of Generation 1: Red, Blue, Green and Yellow. Now, Red and Green were released first in the East, but Red, Blue and Yellow all became geared towards the West and the rest of the world later on, while Green remained exclusive in Japan. I know this sounds like a weird tangent, but I bring this up because in the West, the Rivals name is "Blue," but in the East, it's "Green." The names "Blue" and "Green" got swapped at some point during the international transition, not just for the Rivals but for the Girl characters as well, with who we know in the West as "Leaf" or "Green" being called "Blue" in Japan. So for you to call her "Burū" and you to be named Green, I mean you're in Viridian City and you've even got the spiky hair so... You- You can see how my brain made this connection, right?

…I'm sorry, I don't know why I just yapped this at you. Honestly, your relationships and identity are none of my business. Everything I just said could 100% be a coincidence and I would completely accept that because I know nothing of the world you all live in. Or, I could be extremely dense and could be walking on some very very thin ice with you right now—I don't know! Y'know what? I've said too much. Just- Just write this entire thing off as a weird thought! ...yeah, a weird thought...

Please don't be mad...

Green stares at you blankly for a few seconds, you can't really tell what he's thinking.. Oh no You hope he's not ma-

"SNnnnrrk-BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Oh. He's laughing at you. Really hard too. It takes him a few seconds to compose himself enough to get his first response out

"Heh- Hah- Hehheh- Damn- Heh- I'm not gonna bite yer head off man, am I really that threatening? Trust me- I may get mad easy but I don't just go in on some guy for some bullshit reason I'm not Reddo." He quietly snickers for a couple more moments before seeming to completely calm down enough to actually answer the question.

"But really, No offense taken really. Make your guesses all you want, This one's a good one, but, alas, it'll always be the last answer you come to heh. Anyways though," He pauses, gathering his thoughts before he continues on.

"No, I'm not a Gurin. But I did grow up with one, He's a fine guy. Threw rocks at him and the like, ya know how it is. He kinda ignored me like I wasn't there though. As I said, very good guess, keep it up, 'Like how ya put things together but, nah. Reddo is Reddo, Burū is Burū, Gurin is Gurin, and Me? Well.. I'm just me. My name isn't Gurin anyways, if anything my name is Midori. "

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[lgbtlunaverse]

In an echo of sorts on my "I want post canon wwx to have complicated feelings on jgy" post, though in a different way, I would love to see post-canon Jiang Cheng having some seriously complex feelings to unpack about Wen Ning and Sizhui.

Like. The entire cultivation world has to answer for what happened to the Wen Remnants, there is not one person singularly responsible (though things would have been so much easier if we got rid of jin guangshan earlier. alas.) But of all those people in either siege Jiang Cheng is the only one who actually met them before on the burial mounds, at peace. And while the siege was happening he was very much not thinking about the overall ethics, mostly busy with the fact that his brother in law and sister were dead. And after Wei Wuxian's death I have to imagine not much "productively working through feelings surrounding wwx" of any kind was done.

But now he's back. And with it all the other shit that got repressed.

And cql canon very handily present an opportunity for the complicated feelings with the chengqing and all but even in novel canon uh... Wei Wuxian's back. And Wen Ning is back. And Lan Sizhui is the toddler that Jiang Cheng met and thought was dead for 13 years, a death he would have personally been involved in. And he's his nephew's friend. And also the teenager who's been fascilating extremely tilted and antagonistic conversations between him and Lan Wangji for years now. That kid. You could have killed that kid. You almost did.

And Wen Ning strongly dislikes him now, in a way that is deeply painful and interesting for both of them, but any of Sizhui's and Jiang Cheng's interactions have had no reaosn to be anything but polite and cordial. Pretty sure Jiang Cheng as of the end of the story doesn't even KNOW Sizhui is a Wen but a-yuan and wen ning aren't gonna seperate anytime soon and jin ling will know which means eventually he'll probably find out and... I don't know, you look at a kid your nephew's age and realize he is one of a handful of people still alive who knows what your sister's soup tasted like, and that you've personally helped murder his family. Not to even mention him being wangji's ward and wangxian considering him family meaning that... if you look at it from a certain angle (and accepted several truths about wei wuxian and who you are to each other that you are not willing to admit) that's your other nephew.

(And again in cql-verse that's the little cousin and brother of the woman you wanted to marry at one point so haha that's cool another family you never had and lost anyway have fun thinking about that!)