#yeah sure just make my heart explode go ahead

[heyitsphoenixx]

[solxamber]

Maybe a request where reader had a potion class accident with grim and idia as partners for it, and turned into a cat for a temporary amount of time due to a mishap?

I just think it sounds like idia would 100% milk this for all its worth cuz an event has occurred involving cats...

and i think grim being around with reader and idia would infact add to the cat meter, sounds amusing to me at least

Stay safe have a good day your writin is great :]

Mishaps and Kitty Cats - Idia x reader

love this request, combined 2 of my favorite things- cats and idia

Potionology wasn’t exactly a class you thrived in, but how hard could it be? You just mix some ingredients together, follow the instructions (mostly), and hope Grim doesn’t knock something over. Easy enough, right?

That was your first mistake.

The second? Teaming up with Idia and Grim.

Idia, hunched over his tablet, was busy calculating potion probabilities or something nerdy, while Grim was... being Grim. Pawing at random ingredients, making snide comments, and generally being more of a hindrance than any helpful mascot should ever be.

“I’m telling ya, we don’t need all these fancy-schmancy ingredients!” Grim huffed, flicking his tail dismissively. “Just throw in some catnip and call it a day!”

Idia, not even bothering to look up, mumbled, “Uh, no. That’ll throw off the potion’s balance and potentially, like, destroy the entire lab. But, yeah, sure, go ahead. I’ll just be over here doing the actual calculations.”

"Catnip," you muttered, shooting Grim a sideways glance. "Right. Because that's the missing key to magical success."

Grim puffed out his chest, as if the sheer confidence would make up for his utter lack of sense. "You mock, but I know what's what."

You sighed. Maybe pairing with the guy obsessed with cats and the guy obsessed with numbers wasn’t the best move. “Idia, are you sure you’ve got this under control?”

“I’ve got this down to a 96.8% success rate,” Idia said, tapping away on his tablet with the fervor of someone far too invested in digital alchemy. “The probability of anything going wrong is, like, practically nonexistent.”

You peered into the cauldron. It was bubbling ominously, more like it was contemplating murder than mixing into a helpful potion. “And the other 3.2%?”

“Well... worst-case scenario, you might end up as a squirrel. Temporarily. Maybe.”

Before you could even process what he just said, Grim—bless his chaotic little heart—decided to tip over a vial of glowing green liquid into the cauldron. “Oops.”

There was a brief, deadly silence. Then a whoosh of bright smoke exploded from the cauldron, enveloping you, Grim, and Idia in a thick, magical fog.

Coughing, you blinked through the haze. Everything seemed bigger, or maybe you were smaller. And then you noticed Grim staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open.

“What?” you asked—or, at least, you tried to ask. What came out instead was a small, pitiful meow.

Grim blinked. Twice. “Nya?!”

Idia finally looked up from his tablet, and when he saw you, a grin spread across his face so wide it looked like he had just won the rarest item drop of his life. "Oh. My. Gods."

You stared at him, then down at your—oh no. Oh no no no. You had fur. You had paws. Your tail lashed back and forth as panic began to settle in. "I’m a cat?!"

"This. Is. Amazing!" Idia was practically vibrating with excitement, not at all concerned about your current feline predicament. "This is like, peak event status. You turned into a cat! This is exactly like that one episode of 'Magical Meow-taku no Monogatari' where the protagonist gets cursed and—"

Grim cut in, his tone somewhere between horror and indignation. “Nyaaa, wait a minute! I’m supposed to be the only talking cat here! This is outrageous!” His fur bristled as he looked between you and Idia, clearly not enjoying this turn of events.

You tried to hiss at Grim, but all that came out was a squeaky mewl. Great. Even your protests were adorable.

Idia, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself. “Oh man, this is like, prime meme content. We need to document this! Hold on, I’m sending a message to the dorm chat.”

You swatted at his leg with a paw, trying to stop him, but your efforts were in vain. He was already furiously typing into his tablet.

“‘So, uh, our partner just turned into a cat lol. 10/10, would pet again.’ There, sent,” Idia said, looking way too pleased with himself. He looked down at you, his expression downright giddy. “You don’t even understand how happy this makes me. A real-life cat transformation! This is like, a rare gacha pull, but better. Because it’s you. As a cat.”

Grim groaned dramatically, throwing his paws up. “Unbelievable! I can’t believe this is happening! Now there’s two of you! This was supposed to be my thing!” He shot a glare your way. “You better fix this fast, or I’ll never live it down.”

You tried to roll your eyes—well, as much as a cat could roll their eyes—and sat down, tail flicking impatiently. You’d really like to be human again, thanks.

But Idia wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

“You know,” he said, voice taking on a thoughtful tone, “I could, theoretically, keep you like this for a while. I mean, think of the content. We could have a whole cat-themed channel. Imagine it: ‘Cat Adventures with the Prefect and Grim!’ You could be a streaming sensation!”

Your wide-eyed, horrified stare was lost on him as he started muttering to himself about potential subscriber counts and fan art. Grim, meanwhile, was rapidly spiraling into a jealousy-fueled rage.

“No way! This can’t happen! I’m the mascot! Me! Not you!” Grim wailed, tugging at his own fur as if his dignity depended on it.

In the background, Idia was already searching for the best cat toys to order online.

This was going to be a long day.

Masterlist

[oizysian]

Yooo can't remember, are your requests open? If so may I request a fic for the following prompt? Totally cool if you're not interested in the prompt or don't want to write it or anything (Also sorry if none of this makes sense, I'm a little floaty 🍃 trying to go to sleep)

Actress!Wanda at a comic con (specifically Wanda, not Elizabeth, pls) or something and R is in line for autographs. Maybe the person in front of her has a magazine photo of Wanda in a bikini at a beach, and he is asking her to sign it in a rather sleazy way, and Wanda makes a bit of a face but does it anyway. R is next, and word vomit apologizes or something for his behavior and swears she would never try to view Wanda in that way, and says most fans arent like that. Wanda, amused but also finding R attractive asks her "what if I wanted you to view me that way?"

And R's brain just sort of shuts down but she wants to make Wanda happy so she's just like "oh. I guess. If that.. makes.. you.. happy..?" And Wanda is super amused by how clearly subby R is.

It doesn't have to go anywhere, my floaty brain just said "here, have this".

Sexiest Woman of the Year | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: man pig, secondhand embarrassment

Word count: ~660

•

I couldn’t believe I was finally going to meet THE Wanda Maximoff. I was beyond excited. She was my favorite actress and I came to this con just to see her.

I had been standing in line for a while now, but my excitement kept me from complaining about my aching feet or my tired legs.

I had an action figure, in the box, for her to sign - one of her characters from her most famous movie where she played a kick ass superhero that did backflips and saved the world from evil.

I kept wiping my sweaty palms on my pants as I waited, my stomach and my heart felt as though they were going to explode.

“And she looks super fucking hot in this picture.” I heard the guy in front of me telling the guy ahead of him.

I tried not to pay attention, but his words were so disgusting and we were so close to meeting her, I was getting secondhand embarrassment.

He stepped up to the table where she smiled brightly at him, taking the photo from him and looking down at it.

“This is the hottest photo of you.” He told her and my face went red with anger and embarrassment.

“Thank you.” She said awkwardly, uncapping her pen and getting ready to sign it. “Who shall I make it out to?”

“Mike.” He responded, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Your sexiest fan.”

“Yeah …” she smiled politely, biting back a grimace, signing the photograph and handing it back to him.

“Thanks!” He said as he took it back, looking it over before winking at her. “You deserved Sexiest Woman of the Year, Wanda.”

He walked off and I could’ve died right then and there. I almost felt like crying, I was so embarrassed.

I walked up to her, head bowed, afraid to look her in the eye after what just happened.

“Hi.” She greeted me sweetly and my head shot up, cheeks beet red.

“Hi, I’m really sorry about that guy - I swear not all of your fans are like that. He was super gross and I swear I’d never look at you like that.”

She stared at me for a moment before smiling, placing her chin in her palm and watching me carefully.

“What if I wanted you to look at me like that?”

If it was possible, my cheeks got redder. I felt the heat rise up to my ears and I was almost sure I misheard her. From the look on her face, I knew I had heard her correctly, and I stuttered before speaking.

“Oh. I-I guess if you … wanted me to … I could.”

She looked thoroughly amused at my answer, reaching her hand out for my action figure. I handed it over wordlessly and she signed it, giving it back carefully. She extended her hand towards me and I took it.

“I’m Wanda.” She said, as if I didn’t know.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” She took her pen and flipped my hand over, writing something on the back of it. “Give me a call sometime, Y/N.” She said with a wink.

My mind completely froze as I looked down at the digits on my hand. Wanda Maximoff just gave me her number. Oh my god.

“Yes ma’am.” I said before I could stop myself and she smiled widely at me.

“That’s a good girl.”

My face burned for the hundredth time today and she gave my hand a squeeze before letting go. I took my action figure in both hands and mustered up a smile, my nerves absolutely out of control at this point - I didn’t know if I was going to be sick or pass out. She winked at me and I nearly fainted right there, taking my signed figure and scurrying off, her giggles the last thing I heard as the events of the past ten minutes replayed in my head endlessly.

[brainddeadd]

Telling Nico you’re a mom and thinking he’s going to want to stop seeing you (fluff, fluff, and more fluff)

Nico asking to take your daughter for a day to bond with her

Nico teaching your daughter to skate

(The list goes on, my ovaries are exploding just thinking about it)

You have a daughter

You sat across from Nico at your favorite coffee shop, the cozy atmosphere filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. You had enjoyed your time together—his laughter and easy charm making you feel alive in a way you hadn’t experienced in a while. But now, a weight settled on your chest as you prepared to share a significant part of your life with him.

“Nico, there’s something I need to tell you,” you began, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of your cup. “I’m a mom.”

He paused, his bright eyes locking onto yours, the surprise evident on his face. “A mom?” he repeated, his tone curious but warm.

You took a deep breath, the words spilling out before you could second-guess yourself. “Yeah. I have a daughter. She’s six, and I just… I didn’t want you to think I was hiding it from you. I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to see me anymore once you knew.”

Nico leaned back in his chair, processing your words. “Why would you think that?” he asked, his voice sincere. “I like you, and I’m not going anywhere just because you have a kid. I think that’s amazing.”

Relief washed over you, and a small smile tugged at your lips. “Really? You’re okay with it?”

“Of course,” he said, his expression softening. “I want to be part of your life. And if your daughter is a part of that, then I want to meet her.”

Your heart swelled at his response, but you were still cautious. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s a big step.”

“Absolutely. I’d love to take her for a day and bond with her. I mean, I can teach her how to skate! It could be fun,” he suggested, his excitement infectious.

You couldn’t help but laugh, picturing Nico taking your daughter to the rink. “You really want to do that?”

“Why not? I want to get to know both of you. It’ll be an adventure!” he replied, a confident grin spreading across his face.

You nodded, your heart racing at the thought. “Okay, let’s do it.”

---

A few days later, the sun shone brightly as you stood at the ice rink, watching Nico kneel beside your daughter. She had on her little pink skates, her expression a mixture of excitement and nerves.

“Okay, so the first thing you need to remember is to keep your knees bent and look where you want to go,” Nico instructed, his voice encouraging. He demonstrated by gliding a few feet ahead of her, showing her how to balance on the ice.

“Like this?” she asked, trying to mimic his movements.

“Exactly! You’re a natural!” he praised, beaming at her.

You watched, heart warmed by the sight of Nico being so gentle and patient with her. It was clear he genuinely cared, not just about you but about forming a bond with your daughter.

After a few wobbly attempts, she finally found her balance and let out a squeal of delight. “Look, Mommy! I’m skating!”

Nico clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling with pride. “See? I told you you could do it! Just keep practicing, and soon you’ll be flying around the rink!”

As they continued to skate, you felt a rush of gratitude and affection for Nico. He was everything you had hoped for—kind, caring, and completely accepting of your life as a mom. You knew in that moment that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

[offbrandkyoya]

[4]

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[ ] = speaking in english

Kageyama, Hinata, Noya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi stand near the windows, rehearsing Kageyama with his lines.

“Okay, I think he’s ready.” Tanaka declares with a nod. Kageyama stares down at his paperwork. “What if they’re busy?” “Then pressure them.” Tanaka states, but Tsukishima sighs, “Don’t do that. Just be patient.” Kageyama decides to listen to Tsukishima on that.

Hinata begins hitting Kageyama's arm. “Here they come!” Kageyama nervously begins to walk to them, but he notices they’re about to enter a classroom. He turns his head back to the others for help. Noya, Tanaka, and Hinata motion for him to follow. He gulps and turns back ahead.

Slowly, Kageyama stands in front of the doorway, clutching the paper for dear life. His crush sits next to someone, helping them with their assignment. ‘Shit. They’re already busy with someone else.’ Kageyama sighs, already giving up. He stares at them, and he continues to do so when he turns his body to head out, only to hit his head on the doorframe.

Kageyama groans and rubs his forehead in pain. “Kageyama!” He jumps at hearing them call his name. “Are you alright?” They place a hand on his arm, which flusters him. “U-Uh, yeah.” “That looked bad. Let me see if you’re bleeding.” Kageyama feels his face burst.

He can’t form any words as their hand touches his skin. “It’s not bad.” They say, then giggle. “Please be careful.” Kageyama nods. They put their hands down, then notice the paper he’s holding. “What’s that?” Kageyama snaps back to what he’s really here for. “Oh, uh, I was wondering if you could help me with my homework." He says it almost in a whisper.

They smile and say, “Of course.” They go ahead and sit on an empty desk, and he follows. He figures this is their classroom, so that’s done. ‘I just need their name.’

“Let me see.” Kageyama shows them the paper, and they read through it. “Hmm.” They look up at him. “Do you have a pencil?” “Uh…” Kageyama searched through his pockets, and thankfully he did. He hands them his pencil, and they begin to write.

“It’s asking you to form a sentence using the vowel word “a” as a beginning word. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be "a car” or "a cat." For this, it’s asking you for a complete sentence. So it can be “I have a car.” Do you understand?” No, he didn’t.

Kageyama nods either way. They smile and say, “Good. Here, I’ll answer one for you. You can use that as an example.” They write down a sentence, and Kageyama takes note of how elegant their handwriting is. They make writing in a foreign language look easy.

“You try.” They pass him the paper and pencil. Kageyama gulps as he reads the question. “Uh…” “Do you know what it’s asking?” “Uh…” Kageyama's eyes are glued to the words. He doesn’t know what to put there at all.

Kageyama finally writes something, but knowing his crush is watching is making him nervous. “There.” He passes the paper back, and they take a look. “A for effort.” They say, and he groans, “It’s wrong?” “Kind of. Look,” They scoot their chairs closer to him and move the paper in between them. Kageyama's heart beats fast when he sees his arm touching theirs.

Kageyama didn’t know what they were saying. He felt like he was going to explode at the physical contact they’re having right now. “Do you get it now?” Kageyama blinks, “Uh…Uh huh.” “Good.” They smile, and he looks down. “Is that all you need?” “Uh…” Kageyama's eyes widen. ‘Fuck. I need their name.’

He looks straight at them, and they sit there in confusion. “Is something wrong?” “Um…” How is he going to make them say their names? He looks at the questions and tries to think of a solution. Finally, he picks one and says, "So, would it be, [Kageyama eats a cookie and milk, together]?" He looks back at them with his cheeks flushed red.

They don’t say anything for a moment. “Hmm.” They nod with an approving smile. “Yes.” “Can you repeat it?” He asks. “Sure.” They clear their throat. "[Kageyama eats a cookie and milk together.]" Kageyama frowns. "That's not what I meant." They tilt their heads. “No? What did you mean then?” “Uh…like…”

“Kageyama!” He turns around and sees Daichi standing by the doorway in frustration. “What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?” “What about you?!” Daichi crosses his arms. “I’m looking for Tanaka. I figured he’d be down here with you kids. Now, go to class.” He walks off, and Kageyama pouts.

His crush giggles and pats his back. "Bye, Kageyama.” "Bye." He gets up with his head down as he drags himself out the door.

Kageyama blows it once again.

SM WRITING IM SORRY FOR YAPPING 😭

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[starsenha]

DUET - really late (chapter 20)

synopsis: the Decelis Univeristy's dance team was pretty famous in the dance community, and you loved to be apart of it, even if it meant juggling with your studies. But what would happen if you got paired with the only guy in the whole school you couldn't stand: Park Jay. wc: 0,8k tw: none i think?

You walked slowly down the path, your heart heavy with the anticipation of what was to come. Ahead, you saw Sunghoon standing by the swings, his hands buried in his pockets as he gazed down, lost in thought.

As you approached, he looked up, his expression a mix of nervousness and regret. The air between you was thick with tension, making your stomach twist with anxiety. You didn’t know what to expect from this conversation, but you knew it had been a long time coming.

“Hey,” you greeted softly as you reached him, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” he replied in a hushed tone. He studied you for a moment, searching for the right words, before sighing. “Thanks for meeting me, I know it’s late.”

“It’s okay,” you responded, crossing your arms as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “You said you wanted to talk, so… here I am.”

Sunghoon nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah… I did. I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened the other night. About what I said, and how I said it. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. I wasn’t planning on confessing my feelings by… blowing up at you. That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”

Surprised by the vulnerability in his eyes, you asked gently, “Then how did you want to tell me?”

He let out a small, humorless laugh. “Honestly? I had this whole thing planned out. I was going to take you to that little café you like, the one with the really good vanilla lattes. I was going to tell you how much you mean to me, how you’ve been my best friend for so long, and how, somewhere along the way, I realized I wanted more. I was going to be all romantic and smooth, you know?” He shook his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. “But jealousy got the best of me. Seeing you with Jay… it just messed with my head.”

A pang of guilt washed over you. “Hoon… I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t even realize how you felt—”

“Stop,” Sunghoon interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t have to apologize, yn. This isn’t your fault. I should have handled things better. I should have talked to you sooner instead of letting it all build up until I exploded.”

You sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. “I still feel bad, though. You’ve been such a good friend to me, and I hate that I hurt you.”

He shook his head, stepping closer. “It’s not your fault. And you don’t have to feel bad for not noticing how I felt. I was the one who kept it hidden. I guess I was just scared of what would happen if I told you.”

Looking up at him, your eyes searched his. “And now that you have?”

Sunghoon hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground before he met your eyes again. “Now… I just want you to know that you don’t have to feel pressured to reciprocate my feelings. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything just because I confessed. I just… I needed you to know how I feel.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice. Sunghoon had always been there for you, always the one to make you laugh, to support you no matter what. The thought of losing that, of losing him, terrified you. But at the same time, you knew you needed time to sort through your own feelings.

“I… I need time, Hoon,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. “I’m still trying to figure out everything that’s going on in my head. I don’t want to hurt you, but I also don’t want to rush into something when I’m not sure about my own feelings.”

He nodded, his expression understanding but tinged with sadness. “I get it. Take all the time you need. I’ll be here, no matter what. I just want you to be happy, whether that’s with me or… someone else.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away as you gave him a small, sad smile. “Thank you, Hoon. I really appreciate that. And… I’m really sorry for everything.”

He shook his head, offering you a reassuring smile. “Don’t be sorry. We’ll figure this out, one way or another. We’ve been through a lot together, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Relief washed over you, and the tension seemed to lessen, replaced by a mutual understanding. You still had a lot to work through, but for the first time in days, you felt like you were on the right path.

“Do you want to walk for a bit?” Sunghoon asked after a moment, his tone lighter, as if trying to ease the tension further.

“Yeah,” you agreed, feeling a bit stronger. “I’d like that.”

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[fictionlovingnerdgirl]

We Fell In Love (In October)

A/N: I'll be getting to requests soon but I really wanted to do something like this for Halloween, I hope you guys understand. And again, trying not to use Y/N but it might slip in there 💀

Warnings: Kissing, but very light innocent kissing

Summary: You and Scott go out to a fall festival, Scott just got broken up with and you might be able to cheer him up :]

Paring: Scott Summers X Fem!Reader

The air was crisp, the smell of fall littered the whole house as you were stirring in your bed. It was the day before Halloween and you had no plans, how lame was that? You sighed and sat up, going to get a cute outfit on, a brown leather jacket, dark brown top, red scarf, jeans, and doc martens. Maybe you'd go out to the fall festival, or hang out with friends? But most people already had plans. Way to go for planning ahead.

The institute was barren, almost no one to be found as you walked down the halls and to the library, except... Scott Summers? She was sitting on a sofa holding a cup of coffee, looking at a book but obviously not reading it, his glasses covered his eyes but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

You sighed and turned to leave before getting a brilliant idea, smirking and walking confidently towards him. "Wanna do something?" You blurt out as he jumps a bit, closing the book and turning towards you. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, tomorrow's Halloween and all my friends have plans, I thought maybe.. we could do something?" You say, your confidence wearing thin as you watch him, not knowing where his eyes were. She slowly starts nodding, "okay.. okay, yeah. What were you thinking?" He sits up, looking more serious.

You let out a breathe you did even know you were holding. "Uh, fall festival? I was also thinking of going later tonight but if you're not free we can do something else." He nods and you feel like your heart is gonna explode. "When do we leave?" he smiles slightly, and your heart actually DOES explode. Your interest in Scott didn't appear until now, this was uncalled for.

"Uhh, I sleep in so.. what time is it?" You check your phone and it's 3 PM "maybe at... Six?" You say, holding your breath again, hoping he doesn't have plans, instead he nods and hums, "okay, okay, I'll pick you up at your room at five fifty?". You nod eagerly, giving final goodbyes and fastly walk towards your room as you turn the corner from the library.

Hell yeah

Getting ready for a fall festival? Easy enough. Getting ready for a fall festival with a hot guy that for some reason you randomly want to kiss? Not easy. And nothing was looking perfect, it was hard enough finding cute clothes, but finding cute clothes that Scott might like was like a whole other subject. He was so.. fashionable. Somehow. Most guys aren't, but he definitely knew how to dress himself.

You put some products in your hair and try a few different outfits before deciding on a creme top, a dark brown jacket, a red scarf, flared jeans and a cute pair of doc martens. That was fall-y, for sure. But would he like it? Probably, it would be fine. Stop overthinking it.

A knock at the door startles you, you just got finished putting on your shoes too, he was perfectly on time. Opening the door he looks up from the floor, smiling slightly, "Are you ready?" She tilts his head a bit, cute.

"yeah- I'm ready." Smiling back, he definitely didn't hate the outfit, thank God. Wait, was this a date?

You two walk to his car together, (which was also perfect, just like him) and he walks to the passenger side, opening the door and nodding for you to get in. Your heart quickens and you can feel your hands get clammy, this was not the plan, it wasn't supposed to be so stressful.

The silence is almost awkward, and you can't tell where he's looking like, ever. So you sit there, hands in your lap, and look at your feet, his voice startling you. "I haven't... Gone out in a while." She looks almost embarrassed "Not since me and Jean broke up."

Ah, of course. That makes sense now, that's why he was in the library and not even reading the book. Is body language seeming tired. "It's all good, I don't have many friends that wanna go out anyway." She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Scott laughs a bit at your comment, pulling into the parking lot, getting out and walking over to your side and opening your door, holding his hand out. It felt like a moment from a movie, or a book. Taking his hand and getting out of the car, feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence knowing he was nervous. It was cute.

The festival wasn't packed, but it wasn't abandoned, it was almost perfect. "I've.. never been to a fall festival." He looks at you as you let out a dramatic gasp "that's a crime, Summers!" You cry out, he laughs at your dramatic display, his shoulders relaxing and his body language going from professional and gentlemanly to comfortable and himself.

"Well... Let's fix that." You sigh and take his hand in yours, his face turning a shade of pink as his hums and nods. Making your way to the concession stand and getting some food, his presence oddly comforting and you feel your heart swell, dating never went well for you and it always ended with you promising to never care for someone ever again. This felt.. different.

After eating some pie and drinking warm apple cider, you get up and walk together in the corn maze, it wasn't too big so it shouldn't be so hard but for some damn reason you always kept circling around to the entrance.

"Damn it, isn't this supposed to be at least kind of easy?" You say, your voice laced with annoyance but you also found it kind of hilarious. Scott's face looked way too serious about the matter, "I'm giving up, we can just go sit on that porch swing." He sighs and walks over to the swing, his face still serious and almost annoyed. "Not having fun?" You say softly. "It's not that, I'm having a great time, it's just..." He pauses and looks down at his hands, his gears turning, it's obvious on his face.

"I think I'm having too much fun, I just broke up with Jean but I... I feel perfectly fine. I like it here. With you." He says the last part almost as a whisper, his face hard to see but you could almost tell his face was flushed. "Scott, that's not a bad thing." Softly putting your hand over his, your thumb grazing over his knuckles and you smile at him, turning all your attention to him.

"I know, I guess it's just hard to admit." She turns his head towards you and you're inches away from each other. Opening your mouth slightly to speak but nothing comes out, your hand reaches out to caress the side of his face. "That's okay, no rush." You say in a whisper, before leaning in a bit to see what he would do. Surprisingly he doesn't lean away, instead capturing your lips in a soft kiss, one filled with gentleness and love. She had so much love to give, Jean was always selfish and took it for granted. You wouldn't.

You quickly return the kiss, deepening it but not too much, keeping a sort of soft innocence in it before reluctantly pulling away. "So, you don't mind a little rush?" You tease. His face is blank and you can see the slight blush on it. "I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted, I just-" he's interrupted, you lean back in and kiss him once more, just for a second.

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

[meetmyothersouls]

Timothée Chalamet surprises the reader with Taylor Swift eras tour tickets

So cute, I love this.

Oh My God

Warnings: none really, just a cutesy little blurb, fluff maybe, not proof read

"No peeking," Timothee says even though both of his hands are covering your eyes.

"Timmy, I hate surprises, you know this!" you whine. Your heart feels all fluttery, but not in the way that makes most people excited, more so in a way that makes you feel extremely jittery and nervous.

"I know, I know, but you're going to love this one."

Gently, Timothee lowers you down on what you're pretty sure is the sofa in his living room. The feeling of the soft fabric grounds you and you feel a tiny bit better.

"Okay, I'm going to pull my hands away from your eyes but keep them closed until I say." He's sitting next to you, and you can feel his knee bouncing against your leg. He's practically jumping out of his skin to give you this surprise and that makes you even more jittery.

"Damn it, Timothee, this better be good, my heart feels like it's about to explode!"

"I promise it's good," he says "okay, now open them."

You open your eyes and Timothee has moved from beside you on the sofa to in front of you, the coffee table in front of him, which would normally hold an artsy wooden dish and several music and photography books, now only held his cell phone directly in the middle.

He's smiling awkwardly, as if he's waiting for something.

"My surprise is your cellphone?" you ask confused.

"No. No it's not-" he runs a nervous hand through is curls and checks his watch. "Just, just wait, I promise it's-"

Timothee's phone rings, and he hops excitedly. It's not a contact he has saved, it's just a phone number displayed across the screen while it vibrates aggressively across the table.

"Answer it!"

"Me? Why? It's your phone! I hate talking on the phone!"

"Y/N, please answer it before she hangs up!"

"Who?!"

Timothee groans, and shoves his phone in your hand, pressing the green button as he does so, forcing you to answer.

You shoot him a death glare before clearing your throat. "Hello?"

"Y/n? Hi!"

Immediately you recognize the voice.

"It's Taylor!"

You don't say anything. You can't say anything.

Taylor Swift is on the other side of Timothee's phone; she's said your name and she's talking to you...waiting for you to respond.

Taylor laughs at the silence and keeps talking. "Timothee told me how big of a fan you are and how badly you wanted to come to the Era's Tour."

"Oh my god," you say out loud, not really meaning to, but it's Taylor Fucking Swift.

"Yeah I know, and at first I was like, mmmm, yeah I can probably throw Timothee Chalamet a few tickets to my show, BUT, if his girlfriend is really as big of a fan as he says she is, why would I just throw her some basic tickets, ya know?"

"Oh my god," you say again.

"SO, y/n, I'd like to present you with exclusive VIP tickets to my show next month. You'll have front row seats, backstage access, and we'll get to hang out after the show! I can't wait to meet you! And I guess you can bring Timothee along too," Taylor teases.

"Oh my god."

"See you soon!" You hear Taylor say, but the phone has already slipped out of your hand. Timothee grabs it, inspecting it for new cracks.

"So?" Timothee says, "You can tell me you love me now, and I'm the best boyfriend ever. Go ahead"

The excitement begins to settle in. You jump up from the sofa and run into Timothee's arms telling him exactly that.

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[fear-and-delight-l]

champion~RHEA RIPLEY X READER FLUFF

IMAGINE where rhea ripley has a championship match, and the reader goes out to ringside with her but when the reader takes a punch for the love of her life, Rhea explodes and finally comes out with her true feelings.

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WARNINGS: none. Slight swearing? Erotic fluff? no smut but feel free to request it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS, so if you have an idea, let me know and I'd love to make it come true! Love you guys and thanks for reading!

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I take a deep breath before we step out into the arena. Rhea is full of adrenaline, I can feel it radiating off of her, but I am all nerves. Rhea might have gotten too far ahead of herself this time.

We step out into the light.

Rhea’s theme music plays and the crowd is crazy. I don’t let anyone see my anxiety on my face. I change my expression to true brutality.

“You ready for this, babe?” Rhea cries, her eyes burning bright. 

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe…

“Hell yeah” I say and we head down to the ring, Rhea pinching my arm with a grin on her face.

She climbs up the ropes, fists in the air. (It’s a damn shame that she doesn’t pummel me with those fists.) Her lips are painted black and her hair is slicked back yet looser than usual. It's gotten a little long, and I must say that I want nothing more to put my hand in her hair and pull it, just so I can hear her gasp.

Her smile is brighter than all the lights in the arena and I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Rhea Ripley is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body is toned and muscled but everything about her is graceful and sleek. And really I just can’t get over her damned smile-

Part of me is grateful that the rest of The Judgement Day didn’t come out to ringside this time. I’m so selfish for wanting her all to myself…

The music changes. 

Bianca Belair walks into the arena. 

I have to give it to Bianca. She has made a name for herself and makes everyone turn their heads and stop what they are doing. She won her Raw women’s championship belt fair and square and has defended it well. Rhea said so herself. 

But when Rhea challenged her for it, I couldn’t help but think that the only way Bianca would give up the title is out of her cold dead hands. 

As Bianca makes her way down to the ring, I look up at Rhea and she gives me one last look. She winks at me and turns back to the E-S-T.

I am not sure if my heart is racing because I think Rhea is going to take the loss or the fact that she winked at me.

……

Bianca has only managed to pin Rhea once. My nerves have settled a bit because Rhea really has the upper hand in this match. Bianca is strong. HELLA strong. But not as strong as my Rhea. I never should have doubted her. 

Rhea hooks Bianca’s arms between her legs and hoists her up. Yes, yes, yes!!! Riptide–

Where’s the ref? 

Rhea slams Bianca down and I wince at how hard Bianca hits the mat. Where the hell is the ref? Rhea has had her down for more than a count of three…

I realize the referee wasn’t at the count because Alexa Bliss had made her way into the ring and tried to interfere. The ref turns around and looks in horror that he missed a vital moment in the match trying to get rid of Alexa. Bianca kicked out before he could count. 

Oh, I was not letting this happen. 

I run over to where Alexa stands laughing. I reach across the apron and grab her by her ankles. She slams to the mat and I drag her out. 

“You wanna screw up this match, bitch? Not gonna happen with me.” I say. “So come and face me if you even have the balls to.”

Alexa stands up and screams, running straight into my midsection and slamming me into the post. The back of my head throbs, practically on fire. No way I am letting this blonde bitch beat me.��

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my head, I push Alexa off of me and grab her by her hair, dragging and slamming her into the barricade. I hear her groan. It’s not enough. I get her on her feet again. I shouldn't try to steal Rhea's move, but I've been practicing just for her. I silently pray that my next move will work. 

I hook her arm around my neck. 

I pull her other arm between her legs. 

I hoist her up. 

And with all my force–

Riptide.

Alexa hits the floor, immediately writhing in pain. Her back took the full force of the hit…

“Y/n!”

I look up and Rhea rushes down from the ring and towards me, her hands grasping my sides. Bianca still lay lifeless in the ring. Rhea looks at me up and down and begs to know if I’m okay. 

“I’m okay, I promise. My head just hurts a little…”

“That riptide was so good! Have you been practicing somehow?” She asks, her thumbs rubbing circles on my skin. I reach my hands up and grab the sides of her face. Her skin is warm from sweat but I want to kiss all over it anyway. Her smile her smile her smile oh my god I can't breathe....her eyes crinkle in delight at me and I think I am more breathless than she is.

“How else would Dominik have all his bruises?” I laugh. Her hands squeeze just a little tighter on my waist as she grins. 

Damn it, her smile! I can’t ever resist it–

It only takes me a split second to notice Bianca barreling towards Rhea. I shove Rhea out of the way just as Bianca raises her fist to strike. 

She makes direct contact with my eye. 

I feel my body still and I slump to the ground. 

Y’know, that kinda fuckin’ hurt. My second hit to the head.

The edges of my vision dance with black spots, and I can hear Rhea’s screams of rage. I reach my hand up towards my eye and wince at the sting. I look for Rhea, and she’s starting to corner Bianca towards the ring, yelling in her face. 

“You wanna mess with my girl, huh? You wanna hit my girl? I don’t fucking think so!”

Rhea grabs Bianca’s ponytail and uses it to slam her face into the apron. Bianca groans as she is thrown back into the ring. I sit up, a little dizzy, and watch as Rhea screams at the ref. 

“You gonna watch this one, huh? Yeah? You gonna watch this?  You gonna do your damn job? Watch this!” 

Rhea drops onto Bianca, straddling her. And she starts to lay the punches onto Bianca’s head. She tries to kick out from under Rhea but to no avail. I get to my feet and get on my belly to slide in the ring.

The Judgment Day music plays and Damian and Finn and Dominik run out. Why are they out here? If they try to interfere, Rhea will be disqualified! 

 I won’t interfere either. I know that it could get Rhea in trouble but I also know that she doesn’t want me to interfere because she knows what she’s doing. 

Damian leans onto the apron and screams, “Rhea, stop! Just finish her!” 

“Finish her, mami!” Dom cries. 

Finn is shaking his head and muttering “She’s gonna kill her, she’s gonna kill her…”

I realize why they are so upset. With the way Rhea is beating Bianca, she is getting too violent and it’s possible that Rhea could get banned from wrestling. Bianca's lip has busted open and little drops of blood scatter onto Rhea's hands.

I look at Damian. He’s got worry etched all over his face.

I stumble to the corner, and I watch Rhea pick Bianca up and slam her back down. 

Rhea is rage. 

She is anger. 

She is graceful yet harsh. 

Quick on her feet and fast with her hands. 

She is beautiful. 

She is a nightmare. 

An eradicator. 

True brutality. 

She beats the shit out of Bianca for a little longer and then she does it. 

Arm around her neck. 

Leg tucked between the thighs. 

Lift–

Riptide.

Bianca is out. I know it. 

The ref doesn’t miss the count. 1, 2, 3. 

Done. 

Rhea gets up and shouts with joy. I run up to her and she opens her arms to me and I jump into her, putting my face into her neck. She’s spinning me and she’s screaming about not how she won but we won. We won. 

I’m back on my feet again and a little disappointed that she won’t hold me on her hip so I can wrap my legs around her. The ref  hands her the belt and she screams in delight as she hoists it up in the air. Damian and Finn and Dom rush into the ring and suddenly we are all screaming and whooping and crying out our war cries. Victory is ours. No one can hurt us anymore.

Dominik takes my face in his hands and inspects my eye, 

“te golpeó muy fuerte, mi amor.”  [she hit you pretty hard, my love]

“dominik, estoy bien, lo prometo.” [dominik, im fine, i promise]

He grins and Finn picks me up in excitement. I laugh and Damian laughs with me. Finn sets me down and I turn back to Rhea. 

She stares at me, her beautiful, wicked smile gone. She’s breathless and she’s looking at me as though I am her prize instead of the belt she holds in her hand. 

Rhea drops her belt. 

She rushes to me and grabs my hips harshly but kisses me gently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Rhea’s lips kiss me so gently but her grip on me is like iron. The only thing separating me and her is our ring gear. I grab the sides of her face and press my lips against hers, begging for more, more, more. 

I realize that we are so  close that our hips are smashed together and she is enveloping me in her embrace. Her arms snake around to my back and she pulls me even closer. 

There is no way for us to be closer but I want us to be closer. I want to be molded into her so me and her are one. I pull away for a moment and I look into her lust filled eyes. I want more, more , more of her.

“I can’t believe you dropped your title belt,” I say with a laugh.

Rhea puts one hand in my hair and says, 

“No championship could ever be worth as much as kissing you.” 

She strokes my hair and leans down to give me a soft peck that has me trembling and aching for more of her. 

“My girl,” she says. “My girl.”

I smile and kiss her again. I don’t care if her black lipstick smears all over me. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. 

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, a kiss between each word. She smiles at me with her teeth and I melt into her. I love when she’s soft. 

I look over at Finn who is clapping like the rest of the audience. Dominik is cheering and Damian is wearing a smirk. I can tell that they knew this would happen eventually. I hear Rhea laugh and she picks up her title belt and then picks me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She is my champion and I am her prize. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with pride. She is not ashamed of me. She would never be ashamed of me. I lean down to kiss her, my hands resting on the sides of her neck. 

She raises her belt in victory, and I throw my head back in laughter. 

My brutal, wicked, graceful, beautiful champion. 

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HEY GUYS

im super proud of this one. IDK i just think its neat. Remember, i take requests and i am very flexible with characters and such.

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[brucewaynehater101]

*sasukepose.jpg* I'm starting to realize that Trash!Tim is more like if OG!Cale regressed rather than Kim Rok Soo transmigrating, and rather than Trash!OGCale turning into a decent human, it's the other way around for Tim of turning from decent into trash and---

*lies on floor* I've been going about this all wrong!

Because in my mind, I was thinking Tim in the same way as Kim Rok Soo, because I hc Tim to have hyperthymesia and they both lost so many people but the only reason they're able to survive is because they learned to rely on other people!

And for regressed Tim to throw all that away in his new life, to make sure that the family he loves gets a happy life while he suffers? While he sees a family portrait with him missing from it? While he sits at the table and has Bruno from Encanto's levels of wanting to eat with his family but can only eat with them from afar? I just---

My heart is breaking. Unlike Kim Rok Soo who transmigrated and slowly built a family for himself, it's OG!Cale in the original timeline destroying his relationships with his family to keep them happy and safe. I am in tears.

I was thinking of Dick being Tim's Lee Soo Hyuk, telling Tim that living is best! I was thinking of Jason being his Choi Jung Soo, and Bruce being his Choi Han. Bruce who just lost his son having this sort of darkness in him, and Tim taking a page out of Jason's book and just feeding Bruce till he feels better rather than doing his whole Batman needs a Robin thing from the OG!timeline.

But now, NOW. THINGS ARE ANGSTIER. If in the OG!Timeline Jason and Damian were manipulated to get rid of Tim by Talia, Tim now goes on ahead and puts that target on his back himself. He's doing so well at being trash, he wonders if this is all he's good for in the long run of his life. How long can he keep this up, how long can he keep the gazes of disdain on himself by the people he loves? They don't even know him in this timeline, and that hurts even further.

My thoughts gets to a point where Tim got too deep in being trash that he ends up on a rooftop, looking at the sky and basking in the Gotham sunset. He's beside Jason's favorite gargoyle and he's just standing there.

Jason has plenty of reason to hate Tim, but Red Bat (stupid name, I know, but just to get to the scenario) has no reason to turn someone who may be a rich spoiled brat away.

So, he calls out to Tim. Asks him what's wrong.

Tim doesn't reply. But when he turns his head, Jason could only see how anguished this boy looks. How could a spoiled brat who knows nothing but being trash look so tortured and defeated when nothing even happened to him to look that way?

Or something is. Something might be happening behind the scenes.

That anguished look is instantly replaced with that cocky smirk, but his red eyes full of tears were still on display.

Tim says something, Jason doesn't listen.

It was probably to get a rise out of him, but so much is happening in Jason's head.

"Wanna get some chili dogs?" he asks on impulse.

It shuts Tim up, makes Tim have a complicated look on his face, before settling for what Jason could tell is forced disgust. Because the kids' eyes were widened, his shoulders relaxed. He's hopeful and excited.

Jason grabs Tim and jumps off the roof, grappling to his favorite chili dog stand. The kid didn't even force a scream or demands for a lawyer.

But he did hug Jason tight.

Huh.

Shizz... This kind of makes me want to actually write a bit of an angst fic about the Tim "Trash" AU. You are correct that the entire thing would be angsty, but I imagine Tim's narration of it would be full of jokes. He's be laughing, rolling his eyes, making slightly fucked up jokes about his situation, but he wouldn't go into it. Maybe he'd even convince himself that it's fun to pretend so much. He's a bit of a troll like that and makes internal debates with himself on how fast he can get someone to explode in rage.

But, yeah. I wrote a fic about Tim going back in time and purposefully cutting himself off from the family (and not rejoining them despite helping them). This, though? Him making himself into a public figure he knows his family would despise? Yikes.

It hurts but in a very delicious way.

How much time does he spend hesitating before doing an action that would lower the Waynes opinion of him? How often does he try to ignore his family so he can do what he must (being "trash")?

Hopefully, Tim isn't alone in that AU. I like to imagine he has another persona (maybe his vigilante one, maybe an online one) so that he has at least someone who doesn't hate him

[itjazzbicch]

Just A Dream?

Pairing:  Uryu Ishida x Reader 

Summary: Having a strange dream involving the reader's closest friend, worries them because of how real it felt. Uryu notices their strange behavior and questions it, all of this making the reader wonder if it was really just a dream...

Warnings:  Reader panics from their dream (That's about it!)

Word Count: 1k 

"So, this is what it comes down to…"

Where was I? Everything was dark, sky red like it was the apocalypse or something, eyes solely focused on one thing—someone standing on a building high above me.

"After everything we've been through."

Tears were streaming down my face despite the soulless tone I had. My sight was entirely focused, and saw that someone.

Uryu.

Suddenly, things flashed almost like television static. My heart was pounding out of my chest, this burning pain flowing through my body, his blue Quincy arrows soaring through the sky.

It felt like my head was going to explode, the vein in my neck throbbing as I strained my voice, hearing my heart breaking with a scream:

"URYU!!!!"

My scream was so loud that I jumped in my desk, bumping my head off the window. I was still in class.

That was a dream? It felt so real. My nerves were still burning, feeling heavy as my body was still waking up.

"Hey," Orihime peeked over at me, leaning over to whisper, "You okay?"

"Mhm," I hummed, trying to shake off this weird feeling, "I just fell asleep, is all."

Orihime had known me long enough to know that something was bothering me, but she only nodded, patting my hand with a smile to let me know she was there.

I smiled back a smidge, I stretched my legs, and for the rest of the day, I was so zoned out, just following Orihime around like a zombie.

Even as school ended, we met with Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu. They all wanted to hang out at Ichigo's place like we usually did.

Not saying a word, I carefully followed behind them, unable to stop staring at Uryu's back facing me, my dream from earlier replaying in my mind.

It was just a dream, but it felt like so much more than that. Not having a single answer to why I'd have such a dream made me beyond anxious, jumping as he slowed down, turning his head to find me.

"You okay, Y/N?"

"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled, slowing down more as he matched my pace, being kind and trying to figure out what was wrong:

"Did something happen? You're not being yourself."

"I'm just in my head today, for some reason," I sighed, so frightened by that dream that I was shaking, "Is it okay if I ask you something, though?"

"What is it?" Stopping at the top of a set of stairs so that we could have some space from our friends, I had to swallow a breath before I could even meet his gaze and ask:

"Nothing could ruin our friendship, right?"

"Of course not," He answered, perplexed as to why I'd ask such a question, "We can finally live normal lives. Nothing would ruin it, Y/N. Besides, I'd hate to be stuck with Ichigo and them all alone."

Laughing nervously in his attempt to make me laugh too, I didn't budge an inch.

When I looked into his eyes, I was reliving my dream. Seeing him on top of that building, the coldness in his eyes.

My shaking became so bad that I felt weak in the knees and sick like I wanted to curl up in a ball on the ground.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Noticing, he tried comforting me by wrapping an arm around me, freezing at my slight cries:

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's with me today. I feel sick."

"Don't apologize-" Mid-sentence, we both heard Ichigo at the end of the stairs:

"Y/N! Uryu! You two coming or what?"

"Actually," Uryu spoke up, stepping forward so Ichigo could see him at the top of the stairs, "I'm going to take Y/N home. They're not feeling well, and I don't want them walking off alone."

"You okay, Y/N?"

"You guys just go ahead without me," I mumbled, carefully descending the stairs, "I don't wanna ruin your plans. I think that I need to lie down."

"No," Uryu insisted, following me down, "I'm at least taking you home. You're shaking like hell."

"You want us to get you anything?" Orihime offered, too.

Painfully faking a smile for her, I shook my head, "No, thank you. I appreciate it, though. I'm just going to walk with Uryu back home."

"Be careful and take care of yourself," Ichigo murmured, trying to assess the situation and, much like Uryu, knowing something serious was bugging me.

"We will," With a hand on my back, Uryu guided me toward my house, walking in silence till we finally got to my home, "You know that if something's wrong, you can tell me, Y/N."

I wanted to tell him, but I knew I'd just sound crazy, my back facing him and fighting tears again, only listening as he added:

"I know we all have our issues with life in general, and since we're alone, you can tell me anything. I won't say a word to anyone."

He was trying to be a good friend; we were relatively closer to one another than the rest of our friends.

Getting over the nerves, I turned and hugged him. Tightly hugging, I somewhat accepted that it was just a dream, but needing more confirmation, "Just make me a promise?"

"What is it?" Looking up at him, his face was pink, flustered by my hug, but he took me seriously as I asked:

"If anything ever happens where our friendship is in jeopardy, promise me that we can talk things out?"

"Of course," He said quickly, fixing his glasses and needing to build up the courage to hug me back.

"Thank you," I whispered, hiding my face but feeling some comfort as he squeezed me some, still curious as to why I'd asked such a thing but trying to help me as much as he could:

"You're my best friend. There's no need to thank me." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[lino-jagiyaa]

far yet together — hwang hyunjin

genre: fluff + a little angst | pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x gn!reader | warnings: slight swearing | words : 1054. | do not repost or translate ©︎lino-jagiyaa

a/n: in celebration of hyunjin’s birthday today, i wrote this little drabble!

💭 you and hyunjin are apart yet again on his birthday but he tries to make it up to you the best that he can until he comes back ♡

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hyunjin was scheduled to resume tour today so you wouldn’t be able to see him in person for almost a week until he was able to come home. it pissed you off to say the least. why couldn’t they schedule the tour dates so they consider the members birthdays? the question the plagued your mind every time your boyfriend or his band mates had long schedules on their special days.

if it was aggravating to you, then you knew it had to be for them as well. they often have to plan things ahead or push plans back a few days or weeks.

when hyunjin sent you a voicemail the night he was leaving, reminding you how long he’d be away, you had already fallen asleep.

hyunniebun ❣️: hi, love. just want to say that i love you and hope you sleep well. my flight is in half an hour and i know you won’t see this until the morning since you’re already asleep. i’ll talk to you as soon as i can, ok?

as soon as you woke up the next morning, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages and found the voicemail hyunjin had left. hearing the sadness in his voice as he spoke made your heart hurt. knowing he’s just as pained being away from you. you wish the two of you could run away together. to get away from all the hurt. never have to be apart for more than a few hours at most. but what you didn’t know was, hyunjin felt that he’d never be enough for you never being enough because he’s not always there for you physically. it hurt him to even think about letting you go, but he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as it seemed to quit his job, pack up and leave. he loved both of you and he didn’t know how to weigh in both at the same time. it was draining him mentally day by day.

he knew he had to talk to you about how he was feeling but he didn’t want to worry you. make you feel like he was leaving since that wasn’t what he truly wanted to do. he just needed to get the underlying feelings off of his chest because he felt like he would explode otherwise.

the sun had rose and fallen since you last spoke to him. and with not much to pass the day, you just sat at home after work awaiting his call. your cat, honey accompanying you as you tapped your fingers on the edge of your desk. you had your laptop opened to facetime so you’d be ready as soon as his contact popped up, with nothing else on your mind.

when your laptop flashed the call screen, you sat straight up in your chair and quickly clicked answer.

“hi, baby!,” hyunjin smiled as soon as he saw your face, “i miss you so much already, can’t wait to come home and give you so many hugs.” he frowned a little

“hyune, i miss you too. did you have fun at the first show?”

“mhm, stay had so much energy tonight. it gave me and the boys more energy as well.” he laughed

“that’s good. don’t want you boys falling asleep on stage. i know the jet lag must’ve been bad as soon as you landed, huh.”

“yeah, but we ended up taking naps, and soon after we got to explore the city a little.”

“ooh how fun, did you get to go to any gift shops and eat some good food?” you ask, curiously

“yeah! it was really fun, love. we even wet to an arcade and won some prizes. i’ll be collecting little trinkets and plushies to bring back to you.” his eyes turning to crescents as he smiled

“that’s great. i’m glad everyone is having fun and eating well. make sure to send me lots of pictures.”

“i will. i brought my digital camera and we also picked up some disposable ones. so there’ll be plenty to show you,” he trailed off a little, “besides all of that, how are you holding up?” he asked worridly

hyunjin could see the lack of sleep on your face. dark circles occupying your eyes. he knew it was hard for you to get good rest when he was away for so long.

“i’m doing okay, hyune. i’ll be fine, i promise.” you give him a tired smile

“alright, love. you know you can always talk to me if something is troubling you, right?”

“i know, babe. i promise i will.”

“okay. but there is something i’d like to talk to you about…” he trailed off again, but this time you noticed.

“what is it? did something happen?”

“no, no. nothing in particular happened, it’s just i hate being away from you and i hate it but i always feel like i don’t deserve to be with you. i-i’m not there with or for you enough of the time and i know it bothers you too. hell, you can’t even get proper rest when i’m not around and i hate making you feel like that. i’m so sorry i’m not there whe you need me. i wish-” he started to tear up. you could hear the shakiness in his voice.

“hyunjin. it’s okay.” you cut him off

“no it’s not. you know it’s not. i don’t deserve you. you don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“hyune, baby. i love you despite all of that. don’t say you don’t deserve me, because you do. because i love you and only you and i don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?” your eyes now threatening tears to fall, but you pushed them back. wanting to stay strong for him.

he nods and sniffles before replying, “i know, i’m sorry. i just had a lot on my mind and needed to let it out. i don’t want us to break up either, i just hate having to be separated all of the time. it’s draining both of us so much. i love you too, always.”

“let’s figure this out then, yeah? we’ll get it sorted.”

“yeah. and i promise to plan a real date for us when i get home. something special, just the two of us.”

“it’s a deal.”

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More Than My Father's Son

Joel Miller x f!OC

Chapter 5 - Search and Rescue

Summary: A chance encounter on patrol leads to intel too troublesome to leave uninvestigated.

Rating: E

Word Count: 5.5k

Content: NSFW, high levels of violence normal to the TLOU world, angst, fluff, miscommunication trope (it’s Joel Miller…), slow burn, Joel’s traumatic childhood, getting together, smut, canon divergence after SLC, fix-it fic

Chapter 4 || Series Masterlist

The green that normally surrounded you had exploded into flames, the orange, yellows, and reds bursting from the trees and raining to the ground was a sight you’d never tire of. As the leaves had begun to change, the knot always present in your chest loosened. Joel and Tommy had repaired your roof, and cooking lessons with Indy were still ongoing but had proved somewhat useful as the jeans you’d been given upon arrival were passed back to the swap shop in favor of the next size up. 

“Are you coming over tonight?” your favorite chef called from ahead of you, the next outpost on your assigned route coming into view, “Ellie was asking, guess she prefers my cooking.”

The smug look on your partner-turned-friend’s face said it all, Ellie’s budding relationship with her half Indy’s skill at cooking and half the fact that she let her sip at a whiskey that still went down rough during dinner. 

“Only if you’re making that soup again,” you replied, your eyes following a leaf as it twirled through the sky.

“You want me to make that soup because Joel likes it,” her tone was teasing and all-knowing, “And I know you send your leftovers with Ellie to give to him.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“He brings me the containers back.”

It was true, Joel did like it, and no matter how hard you tried to remember just how she did it, the steps never stuck. You didn’t expect him to be the one giving you away. Although, Ellie was in on the ruse of telling him bringing him home a bowl was always entirely her idea. 

Things had been tepid but pleasant after the summer incident. You’d spent two weeks letting the cut on your hand heal and Maria had taken too much time in forcing you out of your house and into society. You had a shelf of books now, your focus having improved enough over the last four weeks you could sit in the new armchair Tommy had found with you in mind for at least an hour at a time. Ellie supplied you with more than enough movies, opting to spend Fridays at your house now filling you in on her weekly favorites. Maria always made sure you had the day off. 

You sat for drinks at the Tipsy Bison every Thursday, keeping quiet but sitting with the group as they conversed candidly. Indy had come to realize Joel was only someone to fear if you’d earned it, teasing him constantly about seeing another glimmer of that fire from the field again while Tommy teased her bravery for poking the bear. It all felt right and wrong at the same time, the walk back to your house Joel always insisted on accompanying you for the most natural twenty minutes of the evening. 

“We’ll go to the market when we get back,” Indy said as she pulled the heavy steel door shut behind you, “You’re buying.”

“Deal,” you agreed, “I’ll even write the recipe down this time.”

In an abrupt motion that had your heart skipping, she bolted quickly to the open window, her rifle pointing up at the sky as you followed after her, ready to fire at whatever threat she’d spotted but finding nothing out of place or amiss. 

“Oh,” she sighed in relief, lowering her weapon as your eyes darted around, “Sorry. Thought pigs were flying.”

“Fuck you,” you groaned, laughing as you shoved at her shoulder, finding the logbook on the table and pausing at the neat ‘Clear -J’ on the most recently filled-in line, “We all clear?”

“Just check the back.”

The floorboards creaked beneath your boots as you wove through the remnants of office furniture, your hand gliding over rotting wood just lightly enough to keep it from splintering into your skin. The fall air was crisp as you breathed it in, the cold of wintering hinting in the sweet aroma. It would frost soon, the mountains welcoming winter sooner than you would have liked for its extended stay well into the months you’d recognize as spring. 

“Is anyone there?!” you heard a voice calling, the hair on the back of your neck prickling as you pulled your pistol from the tattered holster on your thigh, “Please!”

“Shit…” you hissed under your breath, your back colliding with the wall beside the door, your head peering around just enough to see a man in the clearing ahead. 

“Please! I…I need help! Just…I saw horses!”

“Mother fucker,” Indy sneered as she took cover at the other edge of the frame, “I’m not falling for this. Tell me you’re not falling for this?”

Almost every single one of your razor-sharp instincts told you to hop on the back of your horse and bolt, save a single tickle at the back of your head. There was a tug on a thread that had been loose for months now, the reminder that at one point in the not-so-distant past you’d been a straggler collected by a man willing to take a chance.

“Jesus Christ,” Indy scolded at your silence, “Let’s go.”

“Who’s with you?!” you yelled through the missing glass, Indy groaning as she clicked the safety off on her weapon.

“Just my son!” the man replied, hope seeping into his voice, “Please! I’m unarmed!”

“Well that’s fucking stupid,” Indy muttered, earning her a dirty look, “He’s lying. Millie, he’s lying. Eugene barely made it home alive two weeks ago—“

“Show me the kid!” you demanded, ignoring Indy entirely, your fate now dependent on this momentary lapse in judgment. 

When a boy no older than eight emerged from behind a tree that should have been too narrow to hide him, your spine straightened. You could hear Indy muttering under her breath as the frail child slid behind his father, peering out from around his hip with wide, terrified eyes. With your gun raised, you kicked the door open, Indy following closely behind and demanding for hands to be in sight at all times, the man obliging as he watched with fear and hope swirling in his gaze. 

“Talk,” you instructed, the muzzle of your gun inches from his forehead as he dropped to his knees in surrender.

“We’re…looking for a place called Jackson,” his voice was shaking, eyes averted, “It’s a myth…but we couldn’t stay…had to chance it.”

“Are you bit?”

“No!”

“Spores?”

“Traveled in open air, I swear.”

“Anyone follow you?”

“We snuck past a camp three days ago, but they never saw us.”

“A camp?” Indy cut in, “Where?”

“By the river.”

Another problem added to the growing list. Maria and Tommy would want as much information about the visitors encroaching on the protected territory, risking Jackson’s people and resources wasn't something either of them took lightly. The possibility this man was a scout passed through your mind, flashing like a warning beacon as you felt Indy’s eyes staring. She’d left this decision up to you and was impatiently awaiting your verdict. 

“Is this your dad?” you asked the boy, putting your gun back in its holster and hoping for the best as you kneeled to get on his level, “Tell me the truth.”

“How did you get that scar?” he asked after a nod, timid as a mouse, his big brown eyes so terrified it made your stomach clench. 

“Bad people.”

“Like the people at the river?”

“You tell me.”

“They took mommy.”

Caught in a lie, the man began to stammer in defense as Indy doubled down, her gun still raised as she took a menacing step toward him. He detailed their journey, the narrow escape from the hunters camping on the water banks, and the loss of his wife who had been taken as the child's eyes remained transfixed on the long scar slashed across your nose and cheeks. He promised none had followed, swore on his life, begged for at least the boy, James, to be taken to safety or spared, your own intentions becoming murkier to the survivor who had begun to weep.

“Let’s go,” you snapped, “Give me your pack, the kid can ride with me.”

“So I get to ride with the weirdo?!” Indy chastised as you began to search through the man’s bag, finding food that had been stretched too thin and clothes worn down enough to be sheer. 

“Where are you taking us?” you were asked as Indy helped the small boy up to sit in front of you in the saddle, her grip on the father's coat collar rough as she tugged him towards her own waiting mare.

“It’s your lucky day, Simon,” she taunted, “We’re headed to the mythical land of Jackson.”

The first face you saw as the wooden gates of Jackson closed behind you was unexpected, Joel bursting out of the stables and running with Tommy hot on his heels. 

“Who the hell is this?” he growled, placing himself between you and Simon as if you hadn’t just ridden miles beside him on a horse.

“Simon,” you answered, the way the new gray and black flannel Joel was wearing hugged his shoulders slowing your speech, “and James. They come bearing bad news.”

After scans to the backs of their necks, the Tipsy Bison welcomed them just as it had you almost three months ago. They devoured the food put in front of them unlike you had, Tommy and Joel immediately planning the scout of this supposed encampment for the following morning at dawn. 

“They’re armed,” Simon warned, his face falling at the decision to take on the hunters head-on.

“So are we,” Joel replied, his tone hard and menacing, “You two comin’?”

“Of course!” Indy answered with an air of sarcasm, “Who could refuse?”

With the help of Simon, an ambush was planned, Tommy thanking you for having the judgment to trust the stranger enough to bring him back. It had gone against every one of your most basic instincts, trusting a man in the wild like that, and your eyes drifted over to Joel as you contemplated exactly why that was. You hadn’t trusted him either, and he hadn’t trusted you, but here you sat beside him in a bar enclosed in the safest stronghold the United States had to offer. 

“Is your wife alive?” Joel asked Simon as Tommy began to lead him and his son to the inn for the night.

“Last I knew,” he answered sadly, the reality of why that was settling onto Joel’s face in a furious scowl.

“Can you handle a gun?” 

“Joel…” you scolded, this man clearly in no state to be storming into the trenches, “He’s not up for it. If there are women there, we’re getting them all out regardless.”

Your tone left no room for argument, and Joel’s surrender was swift as you turned to follow Indy to finally begin your evening plans, “Yes ma’am.”

“She’s terrifying,” Simon muttered when you were just out of earshot, a smirk ticking up one corner of Joel’s lips. 

“She is, ain’t she?” he chuckled, smiling fondly as you disappeared further and further into the gray autumn dusk. 

An impatient Ellie was seated on the stoop of Indy’s single-story home, her face lighting up when you rounded the corner before bounding down the street to meet you. Her “you’re fucking late” had you smiling, your arm slinging around her shoulders as you explained yourself honestly, promising to make it up to her Friday when she came by.

“I already picked the movie,” she bragged as you dropped the bag of groceries onto Indy’s counter, “Something with planes.”

“Talk to me, Goose!” you recited, a toothy grin breaking onto Ellie’s face.

“Goodness gracious great balls of fire!” Indy chimed in with a bushel of carrots as a microphone, Ellie promptly inviting her to join the Friday festivities and beaming once again when it was accepted.

The lessons in the kitchen were just as much for you as they were for Ellie, her dinner postponed dinner party having ended before it began when Joel walked into his kitchen so filled with smoke it had left his eyes red for two days after. You’d teased him about it passing him at the stables after patrols, for a man that had tossed smoke bombs he scrounged up from expired explosives and sugar, he certainly had gone soft.

“This is what you’re missing,” Indy informed as she tossed a bushel of green herbs in front of you, “Thyme.”

“Guess it’s time to start learning how to grow herbs in my backyard,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face through the terrible joke that had Ellie practically on the floor and Indy giving you a dead stare that reminded you of someone else.

Gardening was something that had piqued your interest, it always had. You’d tried to maintain a small Pothos in your dorm room, the lack of light killing even the most hearty of plants, and then the world had gone to shit. Ellie had griped about her hatred of farming rotation, but every time you passed Maria in the streets or saw her at the Bison, you were tempted to request a week here or there in the greenhouses. Winter was approaching, but a book on the subject sat waiting by the armchair in the living room, Joel having accompanied you to the swap shop with the last of your venison from his freezer to exchange for the pile of to-be-reads. 

“Don’t chop food with that!” Indy screeched as the familiar click of Ellie’s switchblade broke through the comfortable silence, “You kill things with it!”

“I washed it!” Ellie defended, grumbling to herself as she pocketed it, picking up the provided knife laying beside her on the counter. 

All you could do was laugh at the exchange, your fingers staining green as you plucked at the thyme you’d been thrown. The prep went quickly with three hands, the pot bubbling on the stove as the deck of cards was quickly brought out, a lively round of blackjack ongoing between Ellie and Indy as you dealt. 

Clean-ups and laundry services were wagered, with Ellie bringing home the big win of Indy’s hand in clothes washing for the next week, a full basket waiting to be scrubbed back at her little converted garage. After dinner was shared, Ellie was sent home with two containers, one for her and one for Joel, with Indy sliding you a third with a knowing smirk.

“Before you go,” she blurted out as you followed Ellie out the front door, “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t listen to me today.”

Quickly you spun, running out onto the porch and almost knocking Ellie straight onto the ground, “Oh,” you sighed in relief, “Thought pigs were flying for a second.”

“After I fed you dinner.”

“See you bright and early.”

“Can’t wait! Nothing like the smell of gunpowder in the morning.”

When Ellie asked where you were going as you walked her home, you skirted around the subject. There was no need to worry her, she’d already been particularly on edge since the incident six weeks ago. You knew she could tell you were lying, and as much as it ate away at you, it was for the best. Her life had become exponentially easier and less burdened once the walls of Jackson had welcomed you, but you knew the years of freedom from worry would be short for her already being 15, she could savor the time she had to be carefree. 

As you rounded the corner from the greenhouses to the back gate closest to her little house, soft notes of music greeted you, the sight of Joel on the porch gently plucking the strings of an acoustic guitar lit by the dull orange glow of his backlight held your gaze as Ellie bid you goodbye. She laughed while your brain caught up to her words, a quick, nervous goodbye mumbled as you quickly glanced at her teasing expression before returning to what would be seared into your memory. Your feet carried you subconsciously toward him, his eyes finding yours in the dark.

“Hey,” he greeted, gruff but soft, tuning the instrument in his hands with subtle turns of the pegs, “Thanks for walkin’ her home.”

“Sure,” you choked out, your mouth dry, “I didn’t know you could play guitar.”

“Yeah. Been playin’ since I was a kid. Haven’t touched one in some twenty years now though.”

“Sounded fine to me.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

With nothing but a gesture, he welcomed you to take the empty chair on the porch, a round table with a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler set between the two seats. He picked up where he’d left off, unbothered by your intrusion, his shoulders relaxed and his features serene as his fingers ran off of muscle memory untainted by decades of disuse. 

“Help yourself,” he offered, his chin ticking towards the amber liquid to his left, and you filled the empty glass halfway at his invitation.

The whiskey was warm as it settled in your stomach, the cool night air nipping at your nose and cheeks as you settled back in the chair, your eyes fluttering closed as the notes of his song traveled with the breeze. This was contentment you hadn’t felt in a very long time, not one you could vibrantly remember anyway. Your thoughts calmed for a moment, each twang of the guitar recentering you in this serenity, your fingers tapping absentmindedly on the glass now sitting ignored in your lap.

“I ain’t carrying you home,” he teased, one of your eyes opening into a slit to peek at him.

“Can I have a blanket at least?” you jested in return, enjoying the toothy grin stretching up on his face.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Another gulp of liquor preceded your meditative state returning, his song continuing longer after finding the perfect harmony. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when silence roused you from tranquility, his fingers pulling the glass from your lazy grip. 

“No, keep going,” you mumbled, it was almost a whine, but a breathy laugh followed the request.

“Yes, ma’am.”

It seemed darker, a little cooler, Ellie’s lights were still on but some of the surrounding windows that had been illuminated before were now black. Joel seemed indifferent to the late hour, decades of long, days-long stretches without sleep still wearing on him, the dark circles beneath his eyes improved but not indiscernible. His hair had grown longer, the length now closer to what you recognized from your time on the road, the curls behind his ears beginning to reappear. 

“You should get home,” he announced, pouring a glass of whiskey and downing it in one shot, “We got an early mornin’.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, already missing the state the night had put you in and hoping it lasted long enough to get you to sleep, “Okay.”

“Want me to walk you?’

“No. I’m okay. Thank you though.”

A restless night followed, the faint hint of a song replaying in the back of your mind enough to at least stop you from screeching into the gray morning light as it filtered into your windows, the cold sweat coating your skin enough to remind you of the horrors that had filled your nightly rest. You dressed quickly, eating breakfast slowly as you watched the clock tick closer to 7 AM. The sun greeted you a little later each morning as autumn approached, the air still with its overnight frost stinging your lungs as you took off towards the stables. Joel’s house was on your way, the hope of crossing paths with him inflating in your chest like a balloon all to be popped as he was nowhere to be found despite your slowed steps. 

The stables were bustling with the team of six heading out, the Miller brothers, Indy, Paulie, and Eugene all prepping their horses during your apparently late arrival. Indy teased you while you scrambled to fill your quiver and grab a few magazines of ammo for your handgun, your breathless thank you to her as she passed the reins to your saddled horse to you putting you in her debt. “Ellie’s laundry is now yours.”

“That is not a fair trade-off! For putting a saddle on!? Are you out of your mind?” you argued to your laughter, “I’ll help you. Best you’ll get.”

Despite the stakes and danger that lay ahead, the ride was surprisingly lighthearted. When the river came into view, however, business took over. Tommy and Joel had established that the hunters had likely moved closer, opting to camp for a few days between shifts. Jackson might have been a myth to some men, like Simon, but to others, its lands were a hunting ground for unexpecting survivors eager to regain some normalcy. Hunters, slavers, and cannibals alike stalked the woods preying on the innocent. Fear that this group was a faction of slavers was high, few groups took women and kept them alive.

“Okay, listen up,” Tommy announced, a plume of smoke visible from the shoreline of the river less than half a mile away, “Indy, Arrow, find the women. That is your job. Take out who you can, but the four of us will clear you a path. They ain’t gonna want to see any of us, it’s gotta be you. Understood?”

Not that you were a soft place to land, but you understood the sentiment.

“Joel and Paulie, take right, Eugene and I will take left,” Tommy finished, Joel’s grumbles of protest were heard throughout the group as you suppressed a smile, “We’re all making it out. No questions asked. Be safe. Be smart. Home for dinner.”

“I am not cooking,” Indy butt in, “Not this time.”

“Well, the Bison it is then,” Eugene conceded, “I could use one of Seth’s sandwiches. Haven’t had one in a bit.”

“Okay, focus,” Joel snapped, “We can worry about dinner when we’re all out. Alive.”

“You’re insufferable when she’s around…” Paulie mumbled what he though was only to himself, Tommy’s arm immediately shooting out to stop his brother from lunging, “Eugene and I can take the right! He’d get me killed keeping his eyes locked on his prize.”

“I swear to God!”

“Shut the hell up! Both of you!” Tommy snapped, “Joel, with me. Jesus Christ.”

“You should look a little less excited,” Indy whispered in your ear, your jaw snapping shut at her warning.

Gravel cracked beneath your boots as you crept towards the muddy bank, not a soul spotted mingling about yet, red flags waving in all of your heads as you continued the approach. Indy was muttering under her breath about how fucked this was, there was no way this wasn’t a trap, and you were inclined to agree.  

“It’s too quiet,” you hissed at Joel as the two of you took cover behind a large boulder, the camp completely visible and notably deserted, “Something is wrong here.”

“Yeah,” he growled, “Shit.”

“Look, camp’s empty,” Paulie spoke too loudly, everyone’s wide eyes shooting to him filled with confusion and rage, “maybe they left something behind.”

“Push forward,” Tommy commanded, you and Joel both sighing in disagreement, “We gotta at least look around.”

With weapons drawn, you crept forward, noting that even though this camp was haphazardly put together, it was expansive. Someone had no intention of leaving here anytime soon, the question was where that someone might be. The silence was deafening, your leg throbbing as memories clawed at your fragile psyche that had just begun to shoddily repair. It had been silent that day too, until gunfire echoed through the neighborhood and the pain became too much to resist. 

“Hey,” a deep southern voice rumbled from beside you, “I got you.”

“He asked me to bring her back,” you choked, recalling the ride back to Jackson with Simon and James in tow, “either way.”

“And we will.”

If only the confidence in his voice was reassuring. 

Muffled voices were heard, halting all of you in your tracks, cover being taken as Joel went ahead alone, your heart hammering as your eyes stayed locked on him, your finger twitching against the trigger of your gun as every muscle tensed waiting for the need to strike. When Joel halted and crouched behind a pile of firewood, his arm shot up, four fingers pointing up towards the sky. Six on four was no concern, in fact, it was probably almost too easy.

“Okay,” Tommy began, the plan now being set into full motion, “Ladies, you know your job, we’ll do the rest. Search every tent, they gotta be in one of ‘em.”

“There has to be more than four,” Indy warned, pulling you back down to the ground as you rose, still staring at the man ten yards ahead of you.

“Maybe. Maybe not. They’re probably out huntin’ and this our time for an easy strike. We pick those four off and take the rest out at the wall when they come lookin’. Easy.”

The logic made sense. It was now or never, with or without Indy at your side. As she went to press her argument with Tommy, you took advantage of her distraction, taking off uncaring of who followed. You and Joel had taken out more than four hunters in your day, you could do it again. The sound of your boots had him rising to his feet, his finger pointing to a larger tent off in the distance, the one the men were closest to. There was no doubt in your mind he was right.

With a nod, you were off, Indy hot on your heels as the men engaged the four sitting around a fire, somehow managing to finish the job without a shot going off in an attempt to not alert anyone who may still be lurking nearby. The tent you and Joel had assumed housed who you were looking for turned out to be filled with supplies, ones you hoped you had the time to search through later, leaving you and Indy to search the remaining half a dozen tents.

“Nothin’?” Tommy asked as your head emerged from the third with a downtrodden expression, “Shit.”

“Maybe they’re deeper in the woods,” you suggested as Indy came back from searching the final three with nothing, “It would make sense. Isolate them, make them feel stranded, helpless.”

“Okay. Fan out, whistle if you need. No more than ten minutes and we regroup. I’m serious. I don’t like this.”

Stress and tensions were high as you and Indy walked deeper into the woods, her warnings it was time to turn back went unheeded; they had to be here, they had to be somewhere. A whistle from your right set your feet into a sprint, Paulie and Eugene standing outside a dilapidated shed sealed with too shiny a padlock. A hand stopped your gun as you raised it, Joel coming to stand beside you with a look of warning in his eyes.

“Be smart,” he cautioned in a low voice, knowing how you got in high stake situations, “I’ll get it.”

The butt of his shotgun took out the lock in three blows, the edge of the door shattering at the impact. You went in first, your blood running ice cold in your veins at the sight before you.

“Oh my God…” you muttered, Indy’s equally shocked breath echoing beside you, “Joel…”

“Christ,” he exhaled, his hand pulling you slightly behind him as he surveyed the group of eight all staring at you with wide, terrified eyes, “We’re here to help…and we don’t have much time.”

Indy took over, the group sighing in relief when everyone was on their feet. At least they could walk. The walk back to the horses was quick and guarded, the six of you forming a perimeter around the women all huddled together, one visibly pregnant but you doubt she was alone in that. They were understandably skeptical, but somewhat hopeful it seemed, all of them looking to you like a beacon of hope, of reason.

“Get them on the horses. Indy, Arrow, can you share one?” Tommy strategized, with fourteen people and six horses, this had turned into a predicament, “Paulie, Eugene, get on the last one. Joel and I will walk.”

“I want to check that tent,” you reminded them, Indy staying back to help get everyone loaded up to go while you, Joel, and Tommy advanced, Paulie and Eugene staying planted in the middle ground.

There was some food that would come in handy, various boxes of ammo you stuffed into packs uncaring of what it was, you’d find a use for it, and one little canvas sack of what felt like dry beans that had your lips lifting into a smile when you brought it to your nose.

“Hey Tex!” you called out, tossing Joel the bag as soon as his attention was on you, his brow furrowing as he peaked inside, the contents setting his face aglow.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he sighed, grinning so wide it sparkled into his hazel eyes.

“Hey,” Paulie snapped, “Why’s he get that?”

“Cause Deacon has a favorite,” Eugene answered with a wink in your direction.

“Deacon has a debt actually,” you corrected, movement catching in your peripheral. 

The whistle of your arrow through the air caught everyone’s attention, the cry of a man taking a bolt to the chest cavity setting off a row of dominoes on a trail to disaster. As more men emerged from the trees, panic set in. Five turned to seven and then seven to twelve… Tommy was screaming at Indy to take off, don’t even slow down until the walls of Jackson were well in sight while Joel bellowed at you from behind a stack of firewood to get to the god damn horse, but as a chain of automatic gunfire cracked through the woods the world fell away. 

Standing like a target in the middle of a field, the rattling of the assault rifle had you frozen in place. The echoes of FEDRA soldiers, the rumbling of a tank, the smell of smoke, gunpowder, and decay, the screams of the QZ citizens caught in a war zone…

“Tommy!” You didn’t know a Tommy. Who was Tommy? “Cover me!”

Cover him. You could cover. You knew how to cover. Your pistol was heavy on your thigh and cold in your fingers as you pulled it from its holster, firing off in front of you despite having no target in sight. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Maybe there was a target.

Whipping around wildly in search of him, your ears began to ring as a flash bang went off, shrouding your surroundings in a smoky haze. It all came flooding back as the piercing shrill grew louder, the smoke growing thicker as you began to choke, and you weren’t sure if the tears streaming down your face were a product of the burn or the memories that now went hurtling to the forefront of your mind and trapped you in your nightmares here in the light of day. 

An arm wrapping around your middle pushed what little air you’d been able to bring into your lungs, your feet forced to shuffle as it pulled you backward, your back hitting something jagged and splintering as you were tossed to the ground and caged in. You couldn’t hear a thing, your eyes locked on the dirt as your body focused on its need for air. Someone was in front of you, you could feel the heat radiating off of them, something was grazing against your cheek, a jacket maybe, or the edge of a knife. You couldn’t be sure. Bullet shells rained down from above you, one brass cylinder falling into your lap, smoke still billowing from the searing metal, at least whoever it was wasn’t shooting at you.

“Joel, get her out of here!”

That name... You knew that name.

“Joel?” It was a plea, an anchor, a place to ground yourself. 

His canvas coat was rough in your fingers as you realized it was gripped between your knuckles, the comforting sight of a red and black flannel coming into view as you breathed in the familiar scent of leather and wood. Joel. 

“Move,” it was a command, his voice hard with what could be anger or focus, you couldn’t be sure.

A large palm swallowed your upper arm whole as you were lifted to your feet and forced to take off into a sprint you weren’t prepared for. His grip kept you upright every time you tripped, the whinny of a horse startling you as you were lifted and tossed into a saddle.

“You ride and you don’t look back, you understand?” he instructed, shooting his eyes over his shoulder, “Do you understand?”

With a snarl at your lack of response, he slapped the horse’s back end, your hands forced to grip the horn of the saddle for dear life as the horse took off in a gallop.

“Joel!” you yelled as you steadied yourself enough to look back and see him disappear into the trees and gunshots, “JOEL!”

Chapter 6

Pretty art of them from this chapter that makes me swoon (why is tumblr eating the quality of images worse than usual today. annoying.)

[lizavet]

@heropartnerweek - Day 5: Favourite Scene | Betrayal | Dreams/Nightmares

Guilt was a really gross feeling.

Tuft kept their head down as they and Poppy walked home from school, their snout almost dragging against the dirt road. They really messed things up.

Things were going great at first! When Mr. Farfetched had told the class that they were taking a field trip into a nearby dungeon, Tuft was ecstatic! Even more so when they got paired up with Poppy. Having Goomy in their team too was nice… at first. The three of them were working well together.

But it turned out that Goomy couldn’t keep up with how amazing Tuft and Poppy were. He got tired and fell behind. And yeah, Tuft noticed that. They weren’t completely oblivious. But they didn’t really think it was that big a deal. Goomy was tough, he could handle himself. But he was a part of their team. Tuft was considering going back for him… but then Espurr had used her telepathy and told them that they were close to the goal and ahead of Pancham’s team.

They didn’t give Goomy a passing thought after that.

The rush of winning the race died off pretty quick once the lecturing started. Deerling was absolutely relentless, tearing into Tuft and Poppy about how irresponsible and useless they were, before storming off, yelling that she was going to look for Goomy. Mr. Farfetched gave them another lecture about teamwork, though his was much kinder than Deerling’s. Somehow that made it feel worse.

And throughout the entire thing, Poppy didn’t say a word. She just stared forward, her eyes narrowed and lip twisted into a frown. Tuft couldn’t tell what she was thinking, they weren’t good at reading expressions. Was she angry? She never smiled, but she usually didn’t look so… frowny. Was she upset at them? Tired of getting yelled at? Bored? Tuft couldn’t tell, and it was starting to make their skin itch.

Even after class ended for the day, Poppy remained completely silent. She packed up her things and looked over at Tuft, waiting for them so they could leave together like they always did. That was a good sign, right? If she was really angry, she would have just left without them. But if she wanted to walk home with them, that meant things were okay, right?

But if things were okay, then surely Poppy would’ve said something! She wasn’t exactly the most talkative mon around, but she had to know how awkward the silence felt. And she still had that look on her face. Tuft really wished they could read her mind. Was that something they could do? They had some psychic powers, maybe mind reading was something they could learn to do! Then they could know what other people were thinking whenever they wanted!

…on second thought, maybe they didn’t want that.

Poppy continued saying nothing, her eyes never leaving the path ahead of them. The silence was killing Tuft. It was literally killing them. They would drop to the ground and die if no one said anything! Their heart would explode. They needed someone to say something, anything!

Oh, wait… they were someone!

“I’m sorry,” they said, cringing when their voice came out as little more than a whisper.

Poppy, finally, glanced over at Tuft, giving them a weird look. “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time,” Poppy said while rolling her eyes. “Got no idea what you’re apologising for though.”

“It’s my fault we got in trouble,” Tuft sighed. “I knew we lost Slimy, but I really wanted to win the race. So I didn’t say anything. So, I’m sorry.”

Tuft ripped their eyes away from the ground to try and gauge Poppy’s reaction, their throat tightening. They needed her to forgive them. They couldn’t have her be angry at them. It didn’t matter if Deerling or Mr. Farfetched or their Pops were mad, they were used to it. But not Poppy. Never Poppy.

After what felt like forever, Poppy scoffed, looking away and crossing her arms. “Whatever,” she muttered, sending Tuft’s heart into their stomach. Oh man, she was so angry. She hated them, she hated them and it was all their fault.

Awkward silence wrapped around them as they continued walking down the path. Was the road back to Serene Village longer than it usually was? They should have been home by now. They had been walking for ages! It had to have been hours, days even!

(It hadn’t been more than a few minutes, but it certainly felt like longer.)

Tuft sighed, screwing their eyes shut. They had really messed things up this time. They had finally managed to make a friend, someone who liked being around them (maybe? it was hard to tell), and they had given her the perfect reason to hate them. There was no way she didn’t. Everyone else in the village disliked them for way stupider reasons, like singing too loudly or breaking their windows cuz they wanted to know how big a rock you needed to shatter glass.

But… maybe she didn’t? She didn’t say she hated them. Most other pokemon were pretty vocal about not liking them, but Poppy hadn’t said anything yet. Maybe that meant they had a chance! But Poppy was also pretty quiet. Maybe she just didn’t say anything ‘cuz she didn’t want to talk? If Tuft asked, what would she say?

‘You already know what she’d say. Everyone thinks you’re a pain. A nuisance. Annoying. Why would she think any different?’

Once the thoughts entered their mind, they wouldn’t leave, no matter how much Tuft shook their head to try and make the thoughts fall out of their brain through their ears.

“What are you doing?”

Tuft let out a surprised yip, their fur standing on edge. Poppy had stopped a couple of feet back, one hand on her hip as she gave Tuft a confused and annoyed look. Right, she could probably see them shaking their head like crazy.

“Nothing,” they lied. “Just, ya’know…”

“…no, I don’t know.”

“Ya’know, stuff. Things.”

Poppy’s deadpan stare could’ve made a Dragonite turn to mush. “Riiiiiiight,” she drawled. “Well how ‘bout you save your… stuff for after I’m gone.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tuft pawed at the ground, unable to meet Poppy’s eye, the question still burning at the back of their skull. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“If it’ll get you to stop being so weird, sure.”

‘Hear that? She thinks you’re weird. Stupid. Annoying. She hates you.’

Tuft resisted the urge to shake their head, taking a breath. “Do you think I’m annoying?” they asked. “Pancham and-”

“Yeah, obviously.”

A knife pierced through Tuft’s chest at Poppy’s dismissive tone, ripping the air from their lungs. They looked up at her, seeing her staring back at them with a bored expression.

“I literally told you you’re annoying when we first met,” Poppy continued with a roll of her eyes. “It’s kinda your thing.”

“…oh.”

Of course. Of course Poppy thought they were annoying. Of course she hated them too. Why wouldn’t she? All Tuft ever did was cause problems. They were stupid to think things were any different this time. That was just how the world worked. Grass was green, the sky was blue, and no one liked Tuft.

Hot tears pricked at their eyes. No no no, absolutely not! They would not let her see them cry. They wouldn’t let her figure out that it bothered them. They had done such a good job making sure no one knew how much their words hurt. They couldn’t give anyone that power. Especially not Poppy.

If she knew how much she could hurt them, she would break them.

“…like I really care, I’m not exactly the most-”

She was still talking. She was still telling them how much she hated them, how worthless they were, how annoying they were. No, they couldn’t listen. If they heard another word they’d die on the spot. They had to get out of there.

“I’m sorry!” Tuft blurted out, yelling as loud as they could to drown out anything Poppy was saying. “I’m sorry that I’m such a pain, I’m sorry for ruining everything!” They sniffed, the tears threatening to spill out. They had to get out of there, they couldn’t let her see. “I’ll get out of your way.”

“Wait, Tuft-”

They didn’t give her another second, taking off down the path in a full sprint before she could see them cry. They wouldn’t give her the chance to break their heart any more than she already had.

If they spent the rest of the night in their room crying, then that was for them and them alone to know.

Poppy didn’t care.

She didn’t. Really, she didn’t. Tuft asked her a question, and she answered honestly. Yeah, Tuft was annoying. What was she supposed to do, lie just to make them feel better? No, that would be dumb. It wasn’t her fault they didn’t like her answer, or that they didn’t stick around long enough to hear everything she had to say. If Tuft wanted to throw a temper tantrum, fine. It wasn’t her problem.

She didn’t care.

It didn’t matter that she had been late to class every day for the past week because she kept waiting for Tuft outside her door so they could walk to school together, only to give up at the last minute and rush to get to class, barely getting there before the bell, only to see that Tuft was already there. It didn’t matter that she could see Tuft’s heart break every time she managed to catch their eye. It didn’t matter that they refused to talk to her, running off every time she tried to say a word to them. It didn’t matter that the village had been unnaturally quiet as Tuft hid away in their home every afternoon instead of causing chaos. None of it mattered.

She didn’t care. She wouldn’t care. It didn’t bother her. She was fine.

Poppy absolutely didn’t flinch when she heard Mr. Watchog announce that they were going on another field trip, thinking about how the last one caused all of this. Her heart didn’t painfully clench in her chest when Tuft let out a sigh of relief after hearing they were on separate teams. She didn’t spend the entire trip wishing that they were there instead of Deerling and Espurr.

It didn’t bother her. It didn’t. It didn’t it didn’t it didn’t it didn’t. She didn’t care.

She didn’t care…

She…

…

…she missed them.

It was stupid. She never even wanted to be Tuft’s friend! They basically forced her to be their friend because they wouldn’t leave her alone. She had spent so long thinking about how annoying Tuft was, groaning when they dragged her into trouble, wishing they’d leave her alone. Well, now she got what she wanted. Tuft was leaving her alone. She should have been thrilled!

She had never been more miserable.

The only good part of the day was the fact that Poppy could vent some of her frustration on the ferals of Glittering Mountain, which she did with glee while pointedly ignoring the worried stares that Deerling and Espurr were giving her.

At least she wasn’t paired up with Pancham or Shelmet. Just the thought of those two had her blood boiling as she slammed her tail against a feral machop, sending it flying into a nearby boulder. The two bullies had picked up on the fact that Poppy and Tuft weren’t on speaking terms pretty quickly, and decided that meant that they had free reign to mess with Tuft as much as possible.

The past week had been nothing but a constant barrage of harassment. Between every class and whenever the teachers weren’t looking, Pancham and Shelmet picked a fight with Tuft, belittling them for being annoying or useless, or for leaving Goomy behind, mocking their dreams of joining the Expedition Society. Tuft, bless their heart, seemed to be handling themselves fine, fighting back however they could, but Poppy could tell they were reaching their limit.

But what was she supposed to do about it? Tuft obviously wanted nothing to do with her. They ignored her at every given opportunity. What, was she supposed to stand up for someone that didn’t want her around? It wasn’t her problem. If Tuft wanted to deal with the idiot duo on their own, then fine, Poppy would stay out of it. She wouldn’t get involved. No matter how much hearing Tuft get picked on made her want to scream.

She ducked underneath a dive-bombing spearow, firing a Dragon Breath to chase after it, burning it out of the sky with violet flames.

No matter how much her classmates turned a blind eye, she wouldn’t get involved. Even if none of them would stand up for Tuft, if they’d do nothing more than give the fennekin a pitying look, Poppy wouldn’t get involved.

A scrafty kicked her in the gut, sending her crashing to the ground. It tried to stomp down on her again, only for her to roll out of the way before throwing herself onto it, grabbing its face and draining it’s life-force with an anger fueled Absorb.

Even when that pathetic excuse for a vice-principal not only let the bullies continue on Tuft, but joined in, calling them a trouble-maker and a good-for-nothing screw-up, Poppy did nothing. She wasn’t wanted. Tuft didn’t want her around. They didn’t want her help.

They didn’t want her.

They didn’t need her.

They left her behind.

She was alone again.

“Hey, I think we’re at the peak!”

Poppy snapped out of her rage and looked forward, seeing the path ahead of them flatten out. She noticed Espurr giving her a strange look out of the corner of her eye and gave her a quick death glare. She looked completely unphased, as usual. ‘Stupid psychic cat,’ she bitterly thought.

Deerling trotted ahead, saying something about the flags they found stabbed into the ground, but Poppy wasn’t listening. Great, they cleared the dungeon, super, who cared? It wasn’t like this was anything novel. It was a school field trip. The ferals here weren’t even strong enough to hurt a baby. It wasn’t a challenge. It wasn’t fun. Maybe it would have been more fun if she were on a team with-

‘They don’t want you. They were happy to be on the other team. Even if that meant being with Pancham. They prefer that entitled brat over you.’

Poppy’s hands tightened into fists, the looplet wrapped around her wrist feeling too tight, blood thrumming through her veins to the hammering beat of her heart.

The trip back down the mountain passed by in a blur, Deerling and Espurr’s voices sounding muffled and far away. God, she was so done with today. The second school was finished, she was either going to go home and sleep for the next three years or find a nice looking tree and punch it until her knuckles bled or the tree fell, whichever came first.

Poppy barely noticed that they had made it back to class, the only indication being vice-principal Watchog’s annoying voice grating at her ears as he congratulated them on doing such a good job getting to the top of the world’s easiest mystery dungeon. Whoopty freaking doo.

“Why is everything always my fault!?”

Tuft’s voice cut through the fog in an instant, Poppy’s mind immediately dragging her back to the present. She looked over to see Tuft and Pancham up in each other’s space, their noses practically touching as they glared, baring their teeth.

“Because you’re so annoying!” Pancham yelled. “I can barely think when you’re screaming and running around like an idiot!”

‘As if you ever think anyways,’ Poppy thought as she grit her teeth.

“Plus you’re always rushing ahead and putting us in danger!” Pancham continued. “Would it kill you to just listen when I tell you to do something?”

“If I listened to you, we’d never get anything done!” Tuft yelled back. “Besides, I’m not rushing ahead, you’re just too slow! It’s not my fault you can’t keep up like-”

They cut themself off suddenly, biting their tongue and shrinking back. Pancham’s face broke into a sadistic grin that made Poppy want to shove his face into the dirt. “What, like Treecko?” he asked mockingly. “Oh yeah, because she’s you’re best friend, isn’t she? Oh wait, that’s right, she got sick of you too! Just like everyone else.”

Poppy glared at Pancham, waiting for Tuft to defend themself, but they said nothing, only tearing their eyes away, their legs shaking like wild as Pamcham continued to laugh and mock them. Poppy ground her teeth together, cutting her gaze over to Watchog who was watching the entire scene play out with an annoyed look on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be doing something?” Poppy snarled. “Ya’know, like stopping Pancham from bullying Tuft again?”

Watchog crossed his arms and rolled his eyes dismissively. “Oh please, if anything I should be dealing with Fennekin,” he scoffed, raising his voice enough that Tuft could definitely hear him. “I shouldn’t be surprised that good for nothing troublemaker is picking another fight.” He shook his head. “Honestly, when will they learn?”

Poppy felt her entire body shaking, a fire burning through her veins. Not only was he purposefully twisting the knife, but he couldn’t even be bothered to use their name? One that she was sure he knew. “Are you KIDDING ME? Pancham is the one whose mocking Tuft! How about you actually do your job and stop him?”

Watchog narrowed his eyes at Poppy, standing up a bit straighter to try and look intimidating. “I don’t care for your tone young lady. I suggest you mind your own business. I’ll deal with the troublemaker later.” Poppy dug her fingers into her palms, missing the feeling of nails on her skin from when she was human, glaring at Watchog. Was he serious? Did he really hate Tuft so much that he’d let the other’s pick on them?

Of course he did. Everyone did. No one wanted to help them. Watchog thought they were nothing but trouble and was probably happy to see them miserable. Deerling and Espurr stood by and said nothing, just looking sad about the entire affair. Shelmet egged Pancham on as he continued mocking Tuft, grinning every time Tuft flinched. Goomy sat in the corner like a coward and did nothing. No one was going to help Tuft. No one was on their side.

…they were alone too.

Poppy was moving before she even realized it, storming across the clearing, her furious gaze on the back of Pancham’s head, hands pressed into fists tight enough to turn coal to diamonds. She vaguely registered someone calling her name and saying something, but her entire focus was on the brat ahead of her.

Tuft seemed to notice Poppy getting closer, their eyes going wide as they caught her eye. Pancham noticed them getting distracted, turning around to see what they were looking at just in time for Poppy to rear her fist back with a yell.

*CRACK

Pancham flew back a few feet as Poppy smashed her fist into his face, taking delight at the sickening crunch she heard behind his pained scream. The class erupted into chaos as everyone gasped and yelled, demanding to know what Poppy was thinking. She could barely hear them with how loud the blood roaring in her ears was, her eyes still firmly locked on Pancham, watching him pull his sorry backside off the ground, a paw finding his face, hiding his definitely broken nose from any further assault.

“Agh, what is WRONG with you?” he screamed, flinching in pain as his yelling tweaked his nose. Poppy smirked, finding way too much joy in wiping the stupid grin off his ugly face. God that felt good!

“Treecko! What has gotten into you!”

Oh right, he was still here. Poppy turned her head just enough that she could see Watchog stomping towards her with a furious scowl, completely unphased by his anger. If anything, it just made her want to run over to Pancham and smack him again.

“This is completely unacceptable!” Watchog yelled. “I would expect this kind of violent and disruptive behaviour from someone like Fennekin, but you? What do you think Mr. Nuzleaf will say when he hears about this!”

Poppy’s face twisted into a snarl, the corner of her lips twitching in anger. Was he serious? Even when he was scolding her, he couldn’t help but drag Tuft down! What the hell was his problem?

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Poppy closed her eyes and took a deep, deep breath, desperately fighting to calm herself enough that she could get her words out. When she opened her eyes again, she made sure to look Watchog directly in the eye, giving him the most disinterested face she could manage.

“What can I say?” she drawled. “Guess I’m just a troublemaker too.”

Tuft let out a shuddery gasp behind her. Poppy wished she could see their face, know what they were thinking, but she couldn’t afford to look away from Watchog. She needed to stand her ground, show him she was serious. That it didn’t matter if he wouldn’t protect Tuft. Because she would. Even if she wasn’t wanted, she would protect her friend. She would always be on their side.

“I’ve heard quite enough out of you!” Watchog seethed. “Principal’s office, NOW!” Poppy scoffed and rolled her eyes, but turned around and started walking, happy to get as far away from the pathetic rodent as she could.

She knew she was in huge trouble, but couldn’t really find it in herself to care. She didn’t regret a thing. If anything, she regretted not doing that sooner. Words couldn’t describe how good that felt.

She probably wasn’t going to feel like that for long though. Dad Mr. Nuzleaf was going to yell her ear off later. Poppy was already a handful to deal with on a good day, but getting in a fight at school? Yeah, she was in so much trouble.

Feeling someone’s eyes on her, Poppy looked over her shoulder to see Tuft staring at her, their eyes wide and shimmering with wonder. They looked at her as if she had hung the stars in the sky, a small, sad smile on their face.

’…worth it.’

[yeosboba]

12.51am

I'm transferring this fanfic from my main blog, @yeosluvr.

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Featuring: Yeosang

Genre: Angst, big brother Yeosang, mentions of San, Wooyoung and Felix (SKZ)

A/N; This is an idea I’ve been thinking of for a long time, and is actually part of a series that I’m currently (slowly) working on, so for now, just enjoy the random word spill huhu. Do leave some feedback and reblog&

Disclaimer; this is just a fanfiction and doesn’t portray how kang yeosang or any ateez and stray kids behave irl.

...

She quietly rests her head on his shoulder, him leaning his cheek against her hair. The Kang siblings stare at the raging storm ahead of them, fingers intertwined with each other’s. She misses this feeling of being calm and at peace and she knows that only Yeosang is able to provide. 

Even now, when they’re both introverts and have the mutual habit of keeping things quiet with each other; it’s only because they know what the other feels without having to tell. 

“I miss you, Yeo,” she says first, bringing his knuckle to her lips and gently kissing it. He copies her actions and smiles when she looks at him. It’s pained, sort of sad but also blank. She kind of realises that this must’ve been the face that he’s seen her with all along.

“You’re always gonna be stuck with me, sis,” he sighs, eyes trained on the storm. His black tank top is now a bit wet from the bits of rain he evaded earlier, but he doesn’t shiver even for a second as he gently tightens his grip on her fingers. “We only have each other now.”

“A lot happened,” she replies.

“I noticed.” Yeosang chuckles sadly. “In just a span of what, six years–”

“Five, Yeo.”

“Even worse.” He points it out. “What happened to you, baby?”

“Too much, apparently.” He knows. He knows it. He doesn’t even have to ask.

“How’s Felix, sweetheart?”

Yes. How is Felix? “I’m sure he’s fine,” she smiles at him.

“Did you guys fight?”

Fuck Yeosang and his observation.

“He’ll be fine.”

“I know that.” He nods.

She repeats the way he nods, and eyes him suspiciously afterwards. “I took those pills on time, Yeo.”

“That you did,” he smiles. “It means you’re not fine, y/n.”

“Yeosang.”

“Y/n.”

She groans.

“I really can’t watch you be in pain anymore.” The way his voice softens at this pains her more than she could bear. She loves Yeosang. He’s the only family, the only brother she could trust. He understands her in ways people don’t, even Felix. Evidently why Yeosang’s the one with her right now, not Felix.

“How much do you know, Yeo?”

“Enough.” He shrugs.

She sighs. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“It’s fine, honestly.” Yeosang smiles at her. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I only have you besides Wooyoung and San, you know?”

“Yeah I know.”

The elephant in the room is too huge for him to leave it alone apparently.

“I’m also frightened that you’ll do it again.”

She looks at Yeosang, who looks as unfazed and nonchalant as ever, but the grim look he has in his eyes, despite not even looking at her, is what makes her heart clench in its place again. She didn’t mean to do it, it’s just too much to bear. The pain, the voices, the heartbreak.

“Hey, sis.”

She looks at him.

“You still have me." 

She hums.

"If you don’t trust me, you can always go to Woo, or San. I don’t care. Just–”

“…just don’t leave you?”

“Exactly.” He smiles again. It’s almost creepy how he smiles so easily. “Please try to live. However you want. Just don’t keep it to yourself if you feel like you can explode.”

She hums, smiling. “Thanks, Yeo.”

“Hey, what are siblings for, hmm?”

[twi-liight]

[SPOILERS FOR ACT 2/Dark Urge Quest] ❣

Already simping for the man of the hour. As the title reads, spoilers ahead :] ❥ A lot of people note that it's difficult to read between the lines when interacting with him, and to that I say: it's part of the charm!!! It's what makes these sweet little moments between Tav & Astarion truly special. ❥ That's my Tavvy, Branwen. She's got problems. ❥ My tadpole-worms are all under the cut.

"And here I thought I was your only night-time visitor." Flippant as ever!!!!!!! As if we (Dark Urge) didn't try to murder him in his sleep.

One of my favorite moments is this line he says here: "I don't hate you. Because this is not you," which implicates he 1) thinks he knows Tav and 2) he is trying to comfort Tav. It's not half-hearted or an attempt at seduction - I don't think he's trying to win them over, either, because he tells them after that they're "not alone in this" and they "can compare notes, if [they] like". I think this is one of the rare instances before you can truly get into a romance with Astarion that you see he does have the capacity to care for others. We've seen it littered across his interactions with the other companions, too: when Lae'zel was in the zai'thisk and he was exclaiming if we were just going to stand around and watch her die, when he stated that letting Gale explode would be a waste, when he held the scrumptious lil necromancy book of Thay and said he won't kill his companions, when he said he pities his other siblings because he is no longer under Cazador's abuse, so who will Cazador torment (like he did with Astarion, because Cazador found his agony to be special) in his place? Like, yeah, you can make the argument that in Act 1, he finds everyone very useful and therefore letting them die would be a waste, but I also think his writing made sure to drop little tidbits of sincerity here and there to show that he has the capacity for connection. He tells Tav that they "can compare notes, if [they] like". He sees himself in their struggle. He knows, ultimately, what it is like to be forced to do something you hate, something that goes against all that you are. He's lived through that hell, and when he says he doesn't hate you because it is "not you", it is a reflection of who he is, too. What he was made to do is not indicative of the missing reflection in the mirror. Why wouldn't it apply to you?

"thanks for not killing me. wanna get married nasty style?"

Nothing scarier than living your entire life tormented and alone, familiarizing yourself with the isolation of depending on only yourself or using others to keep them from a distance so they can't hurt you... To risk the peril of opening up to someone. To risk being proven right; that the world is cruel and cruelty is how people accrue power, and there is no room for comfort and kindness because the world will knock you on your fucking ass, kid. But, you know. He tells Tav it is worth it if it means they retain themselves - the person he cares for. Tav is saving him from his chains, but he's also saving them, too.