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bunniesanddeer · 2 months

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I really really LOVE the Touch chapters with Alastor. You write it so well! Although you have a fic on touch now already I was wondering if I could request something similar?

Persoanlly I think I'd be a really affectionate and touchy person but I simply cannot initiate touch without knowing where to touch, how long, how much pressure and so on. And asking people before hand makes them really confused and tbh I hate having to explain myself and sound needy about it. Idk if it's just me having some weird thing going on.

Anyways, would you consider writing Al with a reader that just got to the hotel and is very straight forward with people about their fear of initiating physical contact during times where reader knows someone would appreciate a hug or pat or any kind of physical contact but reader can't give it them before clearing just how hey want the touch to be.

So Alastor notices that reader acts very affectionate in moments with people who initiate touch (cuddles with Angel on the couch, does Charlie's hair). But at the same time he notices that they shy away and sometimes flinch away when reader touches someone by accident (handing someone something and their hands brush, etc) and apologizes as if they had just burned them.

He goes to figure out why that is and kind of challenges reader to touch him (after him consenting of course) whenever because the struggle and fear amuses him plenty but somewhere deep down he wants them to grow comfortable and confident since that is how their personality is over all and it suits them way better than the cowardly insecure overthinking reader who is too scared to ask for a hug on an especially bad day, even when it could literally save their afterlife.

Just fluff and more physical affection and soft Alastor

You don't have to though! We have already been blessed with some amazing works by you

Would appreciate it to the moon and back if you would take this request (or add another part to your Touch chapters because I am a girl OBSSESSED and starved, hungry for more lol)

Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you have a lovely weekend!!!!! <3

Hi! I hope this is something like what you wanted? I had fun writing this. Sorry it took me a little while, haha.

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Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Fluff, touch sensitive reader/Alastor, slightest tinge of angst

Word Count: 2,839

When you had come to the hotel, Alastor was sure you weren’t going to last long. You avoided eye-contact with others, and your hands constantly fidgeted. You shifted on your feet, and rocked back on your heels constantly. Even when standing in one place, you couldn’t seem to be still. You seemed shifty, and he was sure you would pull something, and he would have to remove you. Alas, he was wrong. You stuck around, even if your weird tendencies only got weirder.

In the several weeks you had been residing in the hotel, not once had you initiated contact with anyone, not that he had seen. Alastor was sure you didn’t like it, until he saw Angel pick you up like a stuffed animal, and make you cuddle with him while watching the television. You had melted into the embrace, nuzzling against the soft fur of Angel’s upper shoulders. So Alastor needed to keep watching, and come up with a new explanation for your behavior.

At some point, Charlie had begged to ‘play’ with your long hair, so the two of you ended up dragging everyone into the sitting room for an impromptu ‘spa’ day. Charlie sat behind you, you were nearly in her lap, braiding one section of hair, and Vaggie was painting your claws. Angel was brushing out Husker’s fur. Niffty and Sir Pentious were talking and looking at the make up laid out across the coffee table. Alastor merely watched, amused by the group's antics every once in a while.

He watched the way your eyes fluttered when you were embraced by the girls, and the way you seemed so at ease. Nothing seemed particularly amiss. He wondered if you hadn’t been comfortable yet, and had nearly settled with that. That was, until Angel came home, nearly in tears, one day.

“Fuck!” Angel yelled, tossing his phone harshly. It was rare for Angel Dust to have such an outward burst of anger. He always put on a show of being satisfied with his work, even when he clearly wasn’t. When Angel had settled on one of the couches, his face collapsed into his hands. “I’m so fucking tired of Val…”

Angel mumbled to himself as you entered the lobby. You glanced at Angel, and then his shattered phone. You frowned, your soft features looking nearly angry, and then picked up his phone, and made your way to him. Alastor watched from the bar, interested to see how this interaction went.

“Hey, Angie. I uh, I got your phone,” you said quietly. You sat off to the side of the couch, looking out of place, and uncomfortable.

Angel mumbled something back, and your frown grew more severe. “I uh,” your voice trailed off, and your eyes started darting around. “Do you - do you want, like, a hug? I don’t really know what you need right now, I’m sorry.”

Alastor watches as Angel turns his head and whispers something to you. He doesn’t seem confused, not like Alastor is. He is clearly missing something. His eyes narrow, and he watches as you crawl up on the couch and awkwardly settle yourself against Angel’s side.

How bizarre! How could you possibly not know what he needed? You were a very empathetic person, always looking out for others, and you liked being held, clearly, so how would you lack this kind of knowledge.

Alastor decides to confront you about it, at a later time. He needed to know everything about this. Perhaps it would be useful!

The next day, Alastor decides to try and get you to touch him, and then go from there. (It had been a little while since he had decided to ‘wing’ something like this. How exciting! You weren’t a bore at all!) His best bet would be to invite you to assist him for the day, so he invites you to when you’re heading down the stairs that morning.

“Ah! Just the woman I was looking for! How are you this morning, dearest?” He settles his hand on the banister, near where yours is resting, and waits.

“Oh! Good morning Alastor. I’m doing okay. What is it you needed me for?” Your smile is gentle and your demeanor open, even if you can’t keep eye-contact.

“I was wondering if you would like to assist me today? We haven’t had much ‘bonding’ time as you and the others! I was hoping to rectify that,” he responds. He keeps his normal flair and watches you giggle at him.

“Of course, Al. It’s not like I had much going on today.” You pull back from the banister and twist to look at him better. “What do you have in mind?”

Alastor merely nods, and starts leading you down to the kitchen. “I was thinking you could assist me with breakfast, and then we can do some minor paperwork! We’ll decide what to do after that.”

You happily agree, and trail after him, leaving just enough space so you can’t ump into him.

“We are going to make french-toast, fried green tomatoes, and ham. Should be simple enough, dear!” He snaps, and the two of you are wearing aprons. You let out a surprised laugh, and smile up at him.

“I will never get over how cool that is!”

He waves you off, and starts pulling things out of the cabinets. He hands each one to you, waiting for you to make contact.

Then it happens.

You jerk your hand back so fast that the whisk he’d been handing to you falls to the floor with a clatter. Your whole body seems to shrink in on yourself, and your expression collapses.

“Oh. Oh, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You start rambling apologies, and it makes Alastor’s head cock to the side.

“Why are you sorry, dear?” His voice lilts with just the slightest amount of amusement, but you don’t seem to catch on to it.

“I- I touched you! I’m sorry! I don’t know how to do it appropriately, and I’m sorry! You have more boundaries than the others and I just-” Your rambling starts to annoy him, just the slightest bit, and his eyes narrow.

“I would tell you, if I had a problem with it,” he starts. “You don’t normally have a problem. Why is it a problem now?”

You frown, harshly. It is the first time he has seen such a negative emotion on your face. (Something in him is unsettled at the sight. He ignores it, as he often does). “What do you mean? That’s not the same!”

Alastor is now genuinely confused. It is absolutely the same! How could it not be?

You seem to catch onto his confusion, and a small growl rips from your throat in frustration. “I’m okay with people touching me first, because that’s initiating contact, and they lead the whole time. It’s easier to understand what people want, and where it is okay to touch, based on how they feel, and how they are touching me. But, but when I do it first, it’s hard to know what’s okay! I don’t have someone to mimic, and it’s- it’s hard!” Your face contorts further, and you’re palpably angry.

“All these social rules, and stuff can be so hard sometimes! It’s easier to just not do it! How can I hurt anyone if I don’t give myself the opportunity, you know?” You sigh, and drop your upper body on the kitchen island’s counter. “It sucks,” you say, your voice muffled by the counter.

Alastor feels a modicum of sympathy. You nearly have the exact opposite problem to him. You want to touch other, craving that closeness, but don’t know how to go about it. He would rather go without it, but knows exactly how to use touch on others, especially to get what he wants.

His mind whirls with thoughts of how pathetic you seem like this. You are normally so confident! Why let this silly worry prevent you from being the best you can be? His thoughts settle on a plan before he can really acknowledge it.

“Alright then, dearest!” Alastor smacks the counter, drawing your attention. “I have an idea. A challenge, if you will. To help you get over this silly fear of yours, I challenge you to this; you must touch me every day, at least once. Each touch must be a different kind than the last, and it can’t be for the same reason.” Alastor tilts his head at you, waiting for you to take the bait. “You are allowed to do it without asking, and it can be as big or small as you are comfortable with, but you need to do it. If you can do this, to the point where you are comfortable hugging the others without worrying about “hurting” them, then you win.”

Your head pops up from the counter, and you narrow your eyes at him. “What do I win?”

Alastor feels his grin widen. Yes, you would be fun to play with. “A small favor. Something simple. And confidence. It’s a shame that you are being held back by something so simple!”

You huff, but nod your head. “Fine. I touch you, once a day, unsolicited, and it’s gotta be different each time, or something like that. I win when I can hug everyone else without being touched first.”

“There’s my girl,” he says, watching your whole body stiffen in response. He laughs, and picks up the whisk from the floor. “Let’s continue with breakfast, yes?”

The first time you touch him is during a “movie night” that Charlie sets up the next day. She demanded Alastor participate, despite his well known hatred of television, and everything to do with that technology. You had silently approached him as the group set up pillows and blankets on the floor around the TV, and against the couches. The two of you watched idly, before you spoke up.

“Can I sit with you,” you asked softly.

“Of course, dear! Good company might make this terrible idea more… palatable,” Alastor grumbled. You smile at him, and laugh a little.

“Oh, the horror. Sitting with your friends, and relaxing,” you respond, tilting your head at him. His static surges for a moment, but he says nothing in response. You laugh again, although he’s not quite sure why.

When the group finally gets settled in for the movie, and the lights are turned off, he watches you shift about in your seat. Your eyes dart around the room, and your hands fidget. It takes a few minutes, the intro to the movie already going, for you to finally look at him. You scoot closer to him, more than halfway across the couch. You wait another moment, and Alastor’s eyes don’t move from your form. He just watches you fidget with amusement. Finally, you speak up, barely a whisper.

“Hey, can- can I lean on you?” You are so hesitant, and it makes his eyebrows furrow, just the slightest.

“Of course, dear,” he whispers back, his static barely a murmur. Your body slackens, all the tension drawn out.

“Oh, good,” you mumble, pressing your small form against his side. It takes a few moments, but then you are completely calm against him, head pressed into his arm, your hands against his waist, and knees curled up under you and tucked against his thigh. You mumble something about him being warm, and all Alastor can do is agree.

You are so very warm, and it has him almost anxious. He isn’t sure what about, as the room is calm, and the silly animated picture-show is easily ignored. You are so very warm, and he can feel each breath your body breathes in. He can nearly hear the soft pound of your heartbeat, even over the picture-show. His nose twitches at your scent. He will have to take a far-too hot bath later to remove it. It’s fine, though. It’s all part of the game.

Alastor ignores that you’ve fallen asleep on him. It’s for the best.

The next day, you offer him a “fist-bump”, which he doesn’t understand. You laugh, and explain the gesture, and show him how it looks.

“You do it when you did something cool, or when you’re having fun with your friends.” You smile at him and constantly gesture with your hands while you talk. It keeps his attention quite easily. “Ah, here, let’s see if you understand. What was the last cool thing you did? It can be whatever.”

Alastor thinks over the last few days exploits, and shrugs. “I made a sinner cry by merely looking at him, this morning.”

You go stock still before bursting out laughing. “Really? Oh my gosh. Seriously, fist-bump,” and you offer your knuckles. Alastor hesitantly returns the gesture, knocking your hands together. However clumsily it was done, it makes your smile wider. “Nice! Yeah, that’s exactly how you do it!”

If he tries the gesture on the others later on, he never tells you. Charlie got a kick out if, though. He refuses to tell her who told him about it.

One day, you’re assisting Niffty cleaning, but can’t reach a spot way too high for either of you to get. Neither of you can find a ladder, and Alastor is watching with a far too delighted smile. When you spot him, you smile mischievously.

“Alastoorrrrr,” You call, your eyes narrowing playfully. “Come here. Please.”

He strides over, not letting his hesitance show. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

“Can I get up on your shoulders? I need to be able to reach that spot with the duster.” You point up at where you need to dust. He looks over at it, and realizes you are definitely not getting up there without help.

Alastor cocks his head at you, thinking over the logistics, and then nods. He kneels down, and feels you pull yourself onto his back, propping each leg over his shoulders. When you are still, hands gently around his neck, he stands up straight. He feels you wobble and then balance with a laugh. Your hands let go of him. He feels each breath and laugh and words from you gently vibrate his head with how close the two of you are.

“I’m so tall! Hahah! This is great! I wish I was always this tall, haha!” You keep laughing, and readjust your duster, pointing at your destination. “Onwards, my steed!”

Alastor rolls his eyes at your antics, but obliges, standing closer to where you need to be. Niffty is squealing, and it’s making you laugh harder. Alastor joins in at some point, and then the three of you are running around the first floor of the hotel, terrorizing the others with your hijinks.

Alastor thinks, privately, that you make him laugh over the little things, something that he hasn’t done in a while. He isn’t sure how to feel about it.

It’s several weeks after the challenge had been initiated, that he finds you hiding in a side-closet. Alastor isn’t sure how he knew you would be there, but the discovery throws him. You’re crying. Nearly bawling your eyes out, and you look uncomfortable with the way your small body is curled into a tight ball, surrounded by cleaning supplies.

“Oh, hey, Al,” you say, your voice rough. “How’d you find me?”

“Just needed to follow the sound of despair, apparently, my dear,” he responds without a thought. He nearly winces when his words process, and he shakes his head. “I’m not sure, dear. Whatever are you doing in there?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something upset me, but I can’t remember what.” Your voice trails off, and you look at where you have situated yourself. You huff, and pull yourself out with a grunt.

You dust off your knees, and the back of your pants, frowning. “Sorry you had to see that, haha.” You try to muster a smile, but Alastor sees right through it. “Right.”

Alastor simply watches as you shut the closet door, and try and calm yourself down.

“Gosh, I feel dumb.” You frown at the ground, and sigh. “Alright. Can I have a hug?”

Alastor’s eyebrows raise. Oh. You were finally ready to hug him. How interesting.

“Of course, dear.” He opens his arms, not even bothering to check for others seeing the interaction. You rub your face, and then step between his arms. You wrap yourself around him, loose at first, and then you embrace him hard. His arms fall around you, and he pulls you in close. His head settles on top of yours.

You are still so warm, and you smell wonderful; something comforting, something familiar. Your heart thrums against your ribs, and he can feel it pounding. His ears twitch at every soft sound.

This is nice. Although there is still time, part of him mourns the day you are ready to win his challenge. He supposes he can enjoy each little bit of connection the two of you have, until then.

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niiwa-angel · 3 months

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Justice League Uncanny Valley Headcanons.

The members of the Justice League are all very uniquely trained and most of them aren't human but have to ACT human in their day to day lives. But despite them trying their best, normal humans can still tell something isn't quite right.

Clark Kent has no give to him. Superman is the Man of Steel but as Clark Kent, people find it awkward to hug him, shake his hand, or cuddle because his muscles and skin feel too tough.

Diana Prince is weirdly strong. Her coworkers struggle to move cases of artifacts because they're heavy but she has no trouble. When they ask, she always just says she knows the right way to hold things or push them but never elaborates.

Bruce Wayne is just a normal human, but he's trained himself into a weapon. His reflexes are sharper than anybody else's. Whenever he gets caught on camera catching something before anybody else, or dodging something most people couldn't, he always waves it away as "dad reflexes"

Barry Allen moves very deliberately. Every action looks like it's rehearsed and planned, yet he's twitchy when he thinks nobody is watching.

Hal Jordan spends so much time in space that it's vacuum has removed his scent. It's not something most people would notice but when they spend a lot of time with him, they get the sense that something is missing.

Arthur Curry blends in pretty well in Atlantis but in the surface, some of his Atlantean traits seem odd. His webbed feet and hands are particularly noticable. "A birth defect" he'll say and never elaborate on. Everyone else is a little nervous to ask

John Jones looks photoshopped. His features seem too semetrical, his expressions are too well done. He almost looks like an AI generated image, but he's standing in front of people, they can reach out and touch him. He's real. But his features just seem too perfect.

Clark Kent knows things before they happen. He knows when a storm is coming, he warns people about incoming hail before their weather apps even alert them. He'll look in the sky for a few minutes and eventually, everyone else will see a plane or helicopter coming from that direction. He'll ask people about their colds before they even show symptoms.

Diana Prince seems wise beyond her years. She'll tell stories from when she was younger but will never give anybody an exact age. When asked, she'll just laugh and say "older than I look" and eventually, people are too unnerved to keep pushing.

Bruce Wayne makes no noise when he walks. He's a ditzy playboy, always leaning on things, talking loudly about nothing, and he loves a good cocktail... And yet his steps make no noise. He can sneak up on people, despite his size and clumsiness. It's completely out of character and it confuses people at Galas and parties.

Barry Allen is very prone to static shock. He'll shake someone's hand and zap them, only to apologize and say he's nervous. Touching him feels like holding an overcharged battery and nobody understands it. Sometimes people's arm hair stands up around him and people have to explain it as goosebumps or the chill, because there are no other explanations.

Hal Jordan drops things a lot. Not in a clumsy way, not like "I didn't put the whole bottom of the cup on the edge of the table" kind of way. He'll just straight up let go of things he's holding. He always has some excuse. He was looking into your eyes and got lost. Someone pretty walked by. But sometimes he does it and seems just as confused as everyone else.

Arthur Curry's skin feels bumpy and cold. It's like his circulation is terrible but he never complains about a chill. When he isn't wearing a long sleeve, people notice that his skin has a weird looking texture, but some brush it off as old scars.

John Jones seems to know everything another person is about to say, even before they say it. He's answering questions that haven't been asked, only thought. "Good intuition" he'll say or "I'm a detective" but it makes people nervous.

#justice league #justice league head canon #JLA #barry allen #hal jordan #green lantern #the flash #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Clark Kent #Superman #Diana Price #Wonder Woman #Arthur Curry #Aquaman #John Jones #martian manhunter #head canons

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blurredcolour · 3 months

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Take These Broken Wings

Dick Winters x Enlisted!Unnamed Female OC/Reader

Trapped behind his desk, Dick finds out the unthinkable has happened to the woman he cares about. Now he has to deal with the consequences; first as her commanding officer and then as the man who loves her.

Warnings: MAJOR Canon Divergence, Angst, Implied Sexual Assault, Descriptions of OC/Reader Injuries, Discussion of Retaliatory Violence, Gentleman's Agreement Not To Prosecute, Period Specific Ideas about Honor and Protection of Women, PTSD, Weapons, Language, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Self-indulgent canon divergence with little explanation ahead, read at your own risk. Because of the sensitive nature of this fic, I chose to write it in the third person but only a nickname is used so it can be read as a reader fic. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within, particularly the Red Devils in this case!

Special Note: Dearest tag list, I have chosen not to tag any of you because this is so wildly different than my usual fics, I just wasn't sure who would want to read it.

Word Count: 4148

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October 17, 1944 – Schoonderlogt, Holland

It had never been his intention to fall in love with her. With any of the female paratroopers in the 506th, for that matter. But like the slow erosion of a river carving a new path through bare rock, she had ever so gradually hollowed out a place for herself in his heart until all at once he realized he could not live without her. Of course, if one were to ask her, she fell in love with Dick Winters the first day they met in Toccoa, Georgia, sun scorching their skin, blazing his hair copper – or so she liked to remind him often.

His realization had not come until he’d found her halfway up a tree in Normandy, tangled in the lines of her parachute, desperately trying to slice herself free before she was discovered by enemy troops. The sheer panic he had felt as his mind flooded with all the possible ways he could have lost her that night had only served to drive home how deeply he cared for Peaches. Dick didn’t often use the nickname that Nix had bestowed on her; a nickname born of some sordid adventure involving cans of peaches that he’d decided he’d rather not know about. But he did love the way it made her nose crinkle when he slipped it into their stolen moments together. Moments that were becoming harder and harder to find now that he had been placed in charge of 2nd Battalion.

Several pages being laid on his desk by Zielinski tore Dick out of his inner musings and he lifted his pen to add his signature to the line where his Orderly pointed expectantly. Sink had assured him the paperwork would be ‘nothing to sweat’ but Dick was certainly sweating it now. The call of Nixon’s voice as he came up the stairs was a welcome reprieve from the rapidly multiplying stacks of paper on his desk, something that his friend seemed only too happy to point out.

Dick could only feel envy, mixed with trepidation and a certain amount of helplessness, as Heyliger informed him Operation Pegasus was preparing to launch in a matter of hours and he remained trapped in his combination office and bedroom in the attic. As the pair of them made their way down the stairs and out of the requisitioned farmhouse, Dick looked up from his typewriter once more as he heard Nixon’s bright greeting.

“Hey there Peaches, you’ve got something on your face.”

“Very funny Captain. Lieutenant.” He heard her voice reply and did his best not to grin.

“Zielenski, could you go grab a new box of pencils from the storeroom? It’s going to be a long night.” Dick swallowed, doing his best to come up with an excuse for two minutes alone with her, five if he was lucky.

“Yes, sir.” There was a note of confusion in the man’s voice but thankfully he complied, hustling down the stairs.

There was a moment of silence before he heard the door shut followed by the sound of her jump boots scuffing up the worn wooden steps, grinning as she was startled to find him waiting for her at the top of the stairs.

“And here I was thinking I’d surprise you…Who was that?” She glanced back towards the door, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it, how’re you feeling about this thing?” He asked softly, taking her hands in his.

“Should be fine, Moose picked mostly people who can swim, the Canadians are nice. That Colonel Dobie sure is handsome.” She teased lightly, lacing her fingers with his.

Despite her teasing tone, Dick still felt a little annoyed at the comment, particularly given the fact that the man was free to swim the river in reconnaissance and join the operation that night while he was a glorified paper pusher.

“Too bad for him I like ‘em tall as a stalk of corn and copper as a penny.” She leaned in to press her lips to his and Dick felt his eyes fall shut, tension that he’d been carrying for hours slowly ebbing from his body.

She pulled back with a soft smile before frowning apologetically. “Sorry my love I got grease paint on you.” She licked her thumb and swiped at his cheek like he was a grubby toddler, and he could not help the broad grin that stretched his features even as he felt his cheeks heat up at the term of endearment she’d only recently begun to use.

“I’ll get it in a moment, Peaches.” He muttered, glancing around to ensure they were still alone before sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close, kissing her soundly. “Be safe out there…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…”

“Oh, like run across a field toward two companies of SS by myself?” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he pressed his lips together, still able to hear every word of her displeasure at being left behind for the agonizing seconds it took for the red smoke signal to appear.

“Especially that.” He muttered, clearing his throat and taking a step back as he heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs.

She quickly grabbed her handkerchief and soaked it with water from her canteen, passing it to him so he could scrub at his face, hopefully removing all evidence of their interlude.

“Pencils sir.” Zielenski held out the box proudly and she raised an eyebrow, introducing herself warmly to the Orderly.

“That’ll be all, Sergeant, good luck out there.”

“Thank you sir, appreciate your time.” She replied smoothly, looking completely unaffected while Dick was very aware of the residual heat in his face.

Dick took his time opening the box, watching her back as she slowly descended out of sight until the door closed shut behind her. Sinking into his chair he submitted himself to another few hours of pointing and signing with his Orderly before sending the boy to bed, peering out his window hopefully when a great ruckus arose from one of the barns out back.

Glancing at his watch to confirm it was nearly 0200, he smiled a little to himself as everything seemed to have gone off alright. Rain drops began to sporadically strike the windowpane before the clouds opened into a steady, driving rain. Dick dropped the curtain with a sigh, the room filled with the rhythmic sound of water striking the roof and rolling off the eaves. It was dangerously tempting to lay his head down on his desk and give in to the heaviness in his eyelids, to allow himself to be lulled to sleep. Shaking himself physically, he turned back to yet another report and began striking the keys of his typewriter with a vengeance, hoping to keep himself awake with the racket.

Dick was just spooling a fresh page into place when Nixon was suddenly hurrying up the stairs, followed by Colonel Dobie himself. Both men were wet as drowned rats, but it was the seriousness of their faces that pulled Dick to his feet immediately, securing the pencil from between his teeth into his fist.

“Dick, you remember Colonel Dobie.”

“Yeah…yeah I do…” He replied slowly, trying to ignore the feeling of a sword dangling over their heads as he waited for them to tell him what was going on.

“Terribly sorry to barge in at such a late hour but I wanted to inform you of this incident personally. Well, incidents more precisely. It appears that one of our men, a Holman from Yorkshire, has been severely beaten by a couple of your men from Easy in retaliation for his attack on one of your female soldiers.”

Dick nodded once as he processed the news, heartrate picking up immediately. There were a total of twenty-seven women in 2nd Battalion, but given that it had been only Easy involved in Pegasus, that narrowed it down to a possible nine, of which just a handful had been chosen for the operation. Dick merely had to glance at Nixon to confirm his worst fear. Peaches.

He didn’t realize how tight his grip on the pencil in his hand had grown until the wooden object snapped in two.

“I am willing to consider the matter settled and in need of no further action. The man in question will be returned to England and assigned to some menial duty once he recovers from his injuries.” Dobie continued.

“That will take some time?” Dick asked calmly, despite the searing rage he felt rushing through him.

“Your men were thorough, Captain.” The Colonel replied, grimly.

Dick stood there a moment, eyeing an ink stain that had seeped into the wooden desk top while he was refilling his pen, considering. A beating and unpleasant assignment as punishment for heaven knows what the man had inflicted on her. But to demand more formal proceedings would immediately require testimonies and punishments for the men who had taken it upon themselves to defend her honor. He closed his eyes a moment, vision immediately flooded with her smiling face on one of the blissful outings they had enjoyed during their furlough in England. Forcefully setting the image aside, despite the way it wrenched at his heart to do so, he nodded again. If only to save her further pain.

“Agreed.” Dick offered his hand, Colonel Dobie sealing their agreement with a firm handshake.

Dobie turned to shake Nixon’s hand as well before seeing himself out, Dick waiting until he heard the door close before he spoke again. Two questions on the tip of his tongue, two men inside him, warring for dominance. To his dismay, he had to allow the Battalion’s commanding officer to speak first.

“Who are our vigilantes?”

“Martin and Randleman.” Nixon replied, sitting on one of the folding chairs at the small table in the corner with a heavy sigh. “Moose has them downstairs if you want to talk to them.”

“Yeah. Show them up.”

Nixon leveraged himself out of the chair and was halfway across the attic before he suddenly turned back. “She put that can of peaches in Parkes’ footlocker.”

Dick eyed his friend in confusion, the information seeming utterly irrelevant to their current situation until he suddenly remembered one of Sobel’s impromptu barracks inspections back in Toccoa.

“That dumb bastard wouldn’t leave the women in her squad alone, so she planted it there to get him in trouble – never expected him to get thrown out entirely.” Nixon sighed heavily.

“Where is she?” Dick asked quickly, the words almost melding together in his haste to get them out of his mouth.

“Johnny thinks she’s holed up in the supply barn, I’ll find out.” Nixon replied with a frown and Dick nodded silently, muscles of his jaw clenching almost painfully as he clung to the last vestiges of his focus.

He tossed the broken halves of the pencil onto the desk, frowning at the mess of lead on his palm and pulled the handkerchief from his pocket, frown deepening at the smudges of grease paint there from her face. He clenched the fabric between his fingers as Moose entered the office followed by a hard-faced Martin and a typically laidback Randleman.

“What happened?” He asked plainly, eyeing them expectantly.

Moose stood off to the side, watching Martin and Randleman exchange a look.

“Don’t all talk at once…” Dick prodded calmly, and Martin turned back to him.

“Bull and I were on our way out of the celebration, wanted to beat the rain and get back to our quarters – didn’t work out. Ran into Peaches as we got around the corner of the building. She looked like hell, roughed up, wouldn’t tell me what happened.”

“She just ran, not like her at all, sir.” Randleman chimed in.

“And then that bastard from the Devils, or whatever they call themselves, came around the corner looking all pleased with himself. Adjusting his pants.”

“Knuckles busted up.” Came Randleman’s addition once more.

“Anyway,” Martin continued after a sharp nod of agreement, “it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.”

Dick exhaled a slow, measured breath. “I can appreciate why you both did what you did. Next time, and we can only hope we never have to have this conversation again, bring him to Moose, to me. We have systems in place, alright?”

“Sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“All that said…well done.” Dick said with quiet emphasis, letting his pride and gratitude burn brightly in his gaze. “And you’re both on latrine duty for the next two weeks.” He tacked on because he really had no choice but to punish them.

A pair of smirking salutes was the only response before Moose ushered them out. Dick waited until the count of twenty before sliding the suspenders of his OD pants onto his shoulders, shrugging into his jacket and clapping on his helmet. Grabbing his M1 and flashlight, he quickly made his way down the stairs and out into the persistent deluge toward the supply barn, nearly slamming into Nixon on the way.

“Follow me.” His friend nodded and continued to lead the way, nodding to Liebgott who was standing guard at the door, soaked to the skin.

“Joe.” Dick greeted him, noting the way he had his collar turned up obscuring half his face. The way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

It easily could have been in an attempt to protect himself against the elements, but Dick also knew Liebgott was the sort of man to never let anything go unanswered and if he was standing out here in the rain, he was surely more involved than anyone was letting on.

“Peaches is in there, sir. Doc Roe tried to help her, she wouldn’t let him touch her. Thought I’d make sure no one bothered her until she was ready.”

“Good thinking.” Dick swallowed.

He ought to press further, ferret out the truth of Liebgott’s involvement, but standing just outside where she was hiding, the other half of him was very much in charge now – wanting nothing more than to throw the door open and charge in. But by the sounds of it, that approach would be quite unwelcome.

“Why don’t you go warm up for a bit, we’ll take a turn.” Nixon said to Liebgott who looked between the pair of them before nodding in return.

“Thanks, sir.” He agreed, glancing back toward the barn once before jogging off into the night.

Dick waited until they were well and truly alone before slowly opening the door, stepping into the dim space, sliding his helmet from his head. The sound of footsteps retreating into the far corner behind crates of supplies drew his attention and he took a slow breath, calling her name softly.

“It’s me. Dick. I’m here to check on you.”

There was a soft, smothered sound and he clenched his fists, keeping his progress gradual and measured, trying not to make any sudden movements or noises to startle her. As he reached the rear of the barn, he rounded a stack of crates and his heart clenched painfully as his eyes fell on her wedged between a few bundles of blankets and sacks of something it was too dark to read the labels of. Her knees were hugged tightly to her chest, M1 tucked into the crook of her elbow as she eyed him warily in the dark.

Her normally tidy hair was in disarray, and the side of her face that he could see sported a gash across her eyebrow. He took another step closer, the air shuddering from his lungs as she flinched away, pressing tightly into the wall behind her, revealing her split lower lip, the swelling along her left cheekbone, the barely-dried tear tracks on her face.

Dick had never seen her shy away from anything since the day they’d met – not the obstacle course, the rifle range, Currahee, or jumping out of a C-47. For his proximity to garner such a reaction from her felt very much as though she had torn his heart from his breast and stomped it beneath her heel.

Sinking slowly into a crouch, he swallowed before speaking just above a whisper. “Peaches…”

The look of disgust, whether it was at the nickname or at herself – perhaps both, mixed with horror that crossed her face had Dick seriously considering if he had enough time to find Holman before his trip back to England and land a few blows himself. He gently corrected it with her name, teeth grinding together audibly in his skull as she turned her head to the side revealing small knicks at her throat. He’d held her at knife point.

“They’ve already found him. Some of the boys took justice into their own hands, but his superiors know now too.” He tried to reassure her, let her know he was no longer out there, no longer a threat to her.

Dick’s eyes dropped to follow the movement of her fingers as she picked at the torn ends of her nails, several cuts visible on her hands as well. Knowing her she’d probably put up a hell of a fight.

“P–” He stopped himself before he accidentally used the offensive nickname again. “…please you’re hurt. Can I clean you up?” He asked, voice trembling with the emotions he was desperately trying to keep at bay for her sake as he shifted forward onto his knees.

She shook her head violently in response, hugging her limbs tighter to her body, which hadn’t even seemed a possibility until it was done. Dick swallowed painfully, carefully laying his rifle and helmet down on the wooden floor beside him, sitting back on his heels.

“I love you.” He blinked rapidly at the gathering dampness in his eyelashes. “No matter what’s happened, I will always love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

She eyed him skeptically, no words passing between them for a long while. The sound of the persistent rain outside pounding against the roof filled the barn, drowning out the sound of their breathing, until she opened her mouth to speak at last.

“I froze.” She whispered, tone thick with self-loathing as she released her grip on her M1, laying it down beside his before sealing her palm over her mouth.

She began to shake with sobs so ferocious that no sound passed her throat, rendering the smothering effect of her hand unnecessary. Dick felt his heart shatter as he automatically reached for her, wanting nothing more than to pull her close and soothe some of her pain. Her repeated aversion to his touch, however, came flooding back and he froze, arms outstretched and aching to hold her, but wanting to respect her wishes.

The feeling of her body colliding with his chest as she launched herself into his arms punched the air from his lungs for several reasons, nearly sending him toppling over backwards with the force of it. Dick’s arms quickly gathered her onto his lap, one hand rubbing along her spine as her strangled sobs soaked his jacket, her hands clutching at him in return.

“You survived, my love.” He whispered against her hair, deciding he really ought to call her that in kind. It was only fitting for it was exactly how he felt. “You did what you had to do to survive in that moment. Please forgive yourself.”

He felt her shift against his sternum, the shudders wracking her body gradually slowing as she took deeper and deeper breaths, sniffling and wiping at her face carefully.

“Who did you have to yell at?” She murmured wetly, peering up at him cautiously.

“Martin and Randleman. Fairly certain Liebgott is somehow involved as well.” Dick replied softly, fighting back the urge to stroke her face. One step at a time – being allowed to hold her would more than suffice for now.

She sniffed. “Johnny must have figured it out first. I couldn’t even come up with a plausible lie I just…ran away from him outside the party…” Her eyes lowered in shame before she sat up slowly, Dick biting back a frown at the barely concealed wince that crossed her features.

“Nix is outside keeping watch. Can I take you back to CP? Get you cleaned up?” He swallowed, really wanting her to allow Roe to look her over but doubting that would be an option.

She looked to him, eyes suddenly wide with the terror of realization. “Oh god Dick, what if I catch something or…wind up pregnant…oh fuck…” Her face began to crumple, and Dick swallowed, quickly cupping her uninjured cheek hoping to startle her out of that train of thought.

As she jumped and looked to him sharply, he apologized gently. “My love, we don’t know if any of those things will happen. Hopefully they won’t, but no matter what comes next, we’re going to face it together.”

“But Dick I’m–”

“Don’t go and say something melodramatic, now. You’re the woman I love and something horrible has been done to you. It doesn’t change who you are to me.” He replied firmly, swallowing as she stared at him startled for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Now I’m taking you to CP and we’re getting you cleaned up, ok?”

“Should I salute you, Captain?” She raised an eyebrow before wincing and restoring her face to a neutral expression.

He felt his cheeks redden, a sure sign that things would some day return back to normal. That the woman he loved was still with him, she just needed a lot of care right now and he was more than happy to provide it. “That won’t be necessary, Sergeant.” He replied and tried not to smirk as she scoffed slightly in surprise before shifting to her feet slowly.

Dick passed her rifle to her before grabbing his own, rising to his feet and sliding his helmet on his head. He offered his hand to her, swallowing back his sigh of relief as she laced her battered fingers through his and followed him out through the maze of supplies to where Nixon was still waiting in the rain.

“Christ, Peaches…” He breathed when she came into view and Dick shot him a sharp look, trying, too late, to stop him using the nickname.

“Son-of-a-bitch ruined the nickname, Nix. I trust you to come up with a new one.” She sighed, sounding positively exhausted, and Nixon nodded quickly in reply.

“Noted. You sure you’re alright?” He asked softly and she shook her head.

“No. But someday, maybe.” She replied honestly and Nixon nodded empathetically as Dick squeezed her hand gently.

“Let’s get out of this rain.” He led the three of them back into the farmhouse, taking her straight to the washroom where he filled the basin with water. “Help or no?”

She paused a moment, staring at her reflection in the cracked mirror left behind by the home’s original owners and Dick waited patiently until she turned back to him. “I can do it.” She replied softly and he nodded, closing the door to wait in the hall.

Nixon shuffled by carrying his pillow and Dick raised an eyebrow. “Give her my bed, I’ll take your crappy little cot.” He muttered, making his way to the attic before he even had the chance to reply.

The ghost of a smile crossed his lips as he leaned his head back against the wall, thoroughly spent by the events of the day, knowing he’d have to be up in just a few hours to face the rest of the paperwork on his desk.

“Dick?” Her soft voice startled him, making him realize he’d actually fallen asleep standing up, for just a moment.

Her lips twitched slightly with a hint of amusement, and he smiled slightly in return, nodding as she looked more herself despite the still-fresh injuries.

“This way.” He offered his hand and led her towards Nixon’s room, gesturing at the bed. “Gift from Lew.”

Her face softened, eyes glistening suddenly, reminding Dick just how fragile she still was. “Where is he sleeping?”

“Attic.”

“Then you need a bed too…” She replied as she crawled onto the mattress, sighing at the softness of the bedding.

“Oh, the floor is fine I…”

“Please hold me.” Her voice was small, her request simple and one that he did not need to hear twice to honor.

He unlaced his boots and removed his outer layers before crawling in with her, letting her curl up against him before sliding his arm around her carefully. “Comfortable?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“Very.” She replied sleepily and he allowed himself to drift, listening to the rise and fall of her breath, letting sleep nibble at the edges of his consciousness.

“Dick?” She whispered and he snuffled awake quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Does it smell like pee in here?”

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 10 violin | words: 1425

okay so this one is long and i’m not sure if i’m satisfied with it but here it is. i hope you’ll like it <3

disclaimer: remus isn’t transphobic, he just doesn’t want to out reggie. i don’t know if i showed it the right way, sorry if it made you uncomfortable

Sirius invented him and Remus to the concert in memory of Vivaldi. James wasn’t really into classical music, but he would go anywhere for his best friend. And that’s how he found himself attaching the cufflinks to his suit on a Friday evening.

He looked good, he thought - crisp-white button up, black tie, and the black suit he bought when he started working at the law firm few months ago, suited him perfectly. His dark curls, unlike usual, were manageable today, shooker. He put some small, gold hoops into his ears, his favourite sun necklace, hiding it underneath the shirt, and the ring he got from his parents as a graduation gift. With one last glance at himself in the mirror, James left his flat.

When he walked out of the building, he immediately found Remus who was leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in a brown, plaid suit with a white turtleneck underneath.

“Well, don’t you look handsome” James yelled cheekily, as he made his way to the taller man.

“Says you” Remus replied in the same flirty manner before exhaling the smoke. “Want one?” he asked offering James the pack. He took one, waiting for his friend to light it up.

“So, are you ready for the craziest night of your life?” James asked sarcastically.

“Oh, come off it. Sirius said that after the whole thing he’s going to repay us with some actual fun” Remus nudged him with his foot. Yeah, maybe you James thought to himself.

After they smoked their cigarettes and got into the car it took them just about thirty minutes to get to opera house. Even though they weren't particularly fond of the type of music Sirius performed live, they were very proud of him - maybe his parents forced him to take piano lessons when he was younger, but that turned out to be the only thing he was grateful for. He practiced even after his mother told him he was useless and will never achieve anything, just to spite her. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how he got himself a job at Royal Opera House.

They found their seats right in the middle of the room and waited for the whole thing to start.

When the lights went down and the musicians started appearing on stage James spotted an angel. No, really, the person that came next must’ve been out of this world, there was no other explanation for his beauty. He looked rough and delicate at the same time, what’s with his sharp jaw and rosy cheeks, little nose James immediately wanted to poke at and silvery eyes that seemed to read your soul.

“You wouldn’t know who the one with violin is, would you?” he whispered to Remus. The other man looked away from his fiancée and searched the stage for the person James was asking about. When he spotted him he immediately shifted in his chair and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, um, that would be Regulus” he replied, looking kind of uncomfortable.

“Regulus… That sounds familiar, where could’ve I heard that?”

“Well” Remus started “it’s a star, so maybe that’s why you know it. Could be from Sirius talking about his brother, but who knows” he said in a hurry, like he didn’t want to acknowledge that. And James felt disturbed, because what the fuck.

“Sirius has a sister, did you forget?” he asked his friend, looking at him as if he had grown another head.

“No, he has a brother, can’t you see?” Remus replied, pointing his chin at the man on stage.

James just looked between the two of them, extremely confused. Sirius was always talking about his sister, he was sure of that. He was also sure his best friend mentioned someone named Regulus a lot of times in the past, but he never met that person, nor did he meet Sirius’ sister since she went to some fancy boarding school in Scotland. Another thing James was sure of was that he hasn’t heard about Sirius’ little sis in a long time.

Still feeling confused, James just sat there, looking at Sirius one second and at Regulus the next. He could point out some similarities between them, but he didn’t stop feeling disoriented.

After the concert was over and the orchestra received standing ovations, both Remus and James got up and went to the artists’ dressing rooms. They went into one with a sticker on the door that said ‘Black’. As they entered James came to an abrupt halt. There on the couch, next to his best friend sat the most beautiful man he ever laid his eyes on. He just starred at him with Regulus staring back. In the background James could hear his friends exchanging tender words with each other, but all he could think about was the man in front of him. His feet started moving before he could decide it himself. In a matter of seconds he was holding his hand out for the other man to grab.

“Hi, I’m James. I loved your performance” he said sheepishly, and oh my god, was he blushing?

Regulus smiled up at him, finally catching his hand.

“Thank you, I’m glad you liked it” came from the black-haired man. They just stood there, holding hands and gaping at one another. After some time Regulus cleared his throat and added “I’m Regulus, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know” James said before he could think about it. Then “Not in a creepy ‘I stalk you’ way. Sirius talks about you sometimes and Remus told me earlier what was your name. That’s how I know.”

“So, you two talked about me?” the younger one asked cheekily. James didn’t know what got into him, but his response came almost immediately.

“Yes. You know, you made such a good job out there I had to ask who are you” Regulus just smiled at that. Before he had a chance to reply, though, they were interrupted.

“Get away from my brother, you evil spawn” Sirius yelled at James, coming closer to them. That reminded him.

“Are you brothers like we are? Something like not real brothers, but you know each other so well that you might as well be real brothers?”

“His my real brother, like, from the same mother and everything” his best friend answered.

“Last time I checked you had one sister, no other siblings. Unless you were keeping him from me?”

“Yeah, no” Sirius shook his head. “I always had a brother named Regulus, I don’t know anything about any sister.” James felt confusion coming back to him at the response. He looked at all three people in the room, every one of them looking at him with raised eyebrows, and okay - was it some kind of prank?

He decided to leave it, for now. If any one of them cared to explain they would do it in their own time, he didn’t want to push.

As promised, after the musicians had changed, the four of them and two other members of the orchestra, whose names were Barty and Evan (Regular's friends), went to a bar near the opera house. They all had a good time, talking about the concert and telling each other stories about their childhoods.

After few hours Sirius and Remus announced that they were going home. Not long after that Barty and Evan, whose dynamic was at least strange in James’ opinion, decided they would get going, too. So, it was just James and Regulus now.

They sat in silence filled with some kind of tension, while still looking at each other. It made James end his beer in one big gulp. Regulus giggled at that.

“No need to be that stressed, I’m not going to bite you” the musician told him. James looked at him for a second and then decided to make something dumb.

“Hi, I’m James” he repeated his words from earlier, as he held out his hand for a second time this evening. “Your beauty made me go stupid, would you mind if I bought you a drink?” At that Regulus started laughing loudly, throwing his head back.

“Oh god, that was awful” he choked out. Then he looked at James, amusement still visible in his eyes. “I’m Regulus, nice to meet you. And no, I wouldn’t mind you buying me a drink. Just, under one condition.”

“What is it?” taller man asked hopefully.

“Never say that ever again. To anyone” Reg chuckled.

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nhularin · 7 months

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FAVORITE CRIME

PAIRING theater kid! sunoo x theater kid! reader GENRE highschool AU, theater partner to friends to strangers, angst no comfort WARNINGS insecurities, this is probably the worst fic ive ever written im sorry, barely proofread WC 1.3k series masterlist

January 25th, 2008

D-29

"set, action!"

" i am afraid" you whispered loudly enough, face mirroring that of your character.

"it's i am NOT afraid, not im afraid. IN POSITION!" the obnoxious voice of Kim Gyuvin echoed through the empty theater hall

as the bright stage lights illuminated the auditorium, the air buzzed with anticipation and exhaustion. It was the third rehearsal of your schools rendition of "highschool musical," and the leads, sunoo as troy (which was a strange combination if you had to admit) and you, although a complete newbie in acting, as gabriella. it was not long till your work of art was about to take the stage.

you looked at your partner, eyes filled with guilt as you sighed "im sorry, not my day" he only laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile "its okay, gyuvin is just being an ass today because mr Kim didnt like his freestyle presentation of macbeth" sunoo shook his head " he rapped, yn, rapped the damn play out" you both giggled, finding fondness in the silly actions of your director (you honestly dont know why he was chosen"

"Hey! silence! and get into position!" the boy of your talk yelled, looking at them with his best stern face but ended up looking like a butthurt child. gyuvin pointed at sunghoon and heeseung, who both wore a bored expression on their face "rat 01 and rat 02, lighting!"

D-13

throughout the entire rehearsal process, sunno had been nothing short of a perfect scene partner. he was kind, supportive, funny and always there to lend a helping hand to your clumsy self. you couldn't help but feel , call yourself delusional, a deep connection growing between you two that went beyond the boundaries of the childish, superficial relationship of troy and gabriella.

He would leave post-it notes on your locker, filled with kind words and reminders of your talent. yoy would find them every morning, a small burst of positivity to start your day.

but it didn't stop there. the golden boy would often leave juice bottles on your desk, knowing how important it was for yoy to take care of your voice. sunoo would write silly little notes in class as well, reminding you to stay hydrated and take breaks when needed.

D-10

their rehearsals were filled with laughter and shared dreams. sunoos enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself falling foolishly deeper into the role of gabriella with each passing day. you admired his dedication and his ability to bring out the best in the team's performance.

as the days turned into weeks, you began to feel a connection with sunoo that went beyond your characters and your delusions. sparks flew, an unspoken understanding that seemed to blossom between you. your interactions became more personal, your conversations filled with warmth and vulnerability.

one evening, after a particularly exhausting rehearsal, he had walked you home despite his route from school being in the opposite direction, your footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. you talked and talked, about the magic of theater and the scary future after highschool. it was in that moment, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, that you felt your heart skip a beat.

D-5

But as the premiere of the play approached, something changed. Sunoo's smiles became fewer and further between, his once cheerful demeanor replaced with a distant look in his eyes. Confused and hurt, you tried to reach out, to understand what was happening, but he began to withdraw

He would avoid eye contact, brush off your attempts at conversation, and disappear without explanation. your heart ached with every rejection, the pain of his sudden indifference growing with each passing day.

D-1

On the night of the performance, your heart sank as you noticed sunoos cold stare from across the stage. the chemistry you had worked so hard to build was replaced by an icy tension backstage. every line, every touch felt forced, lacking the authenticity you had once shared.

After the final bow, you searched for answers, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden change. But Sunoo continued to ignore you in the hallways, as if you were a mere stranger he had never met. The reader's heart shattered into a million pieces, unable to comprehend the pain of being cast aside so abruptly.

- D-13

days turned into weeks, and your anguish only deepened. sunoos silence was deafening, and the unanswered questions tormented you every waking moment. was it all just an act? had your connection been nothing more than an illusion?

one evening, as you sat alone in your house, your parents nowhere to be seen, contemplating the shattered remnants of what once was, you spotted a note tucked beneath your door. It was a familiar sight - a post it note, just like the ones the boy who unknowingly broke your heart used to send you. with trembling hands, you unfolded the note and read the words that lay before you: "I'm sorry."

confusion mingled with hope as your heart skipped a beat. without hesitation, you rushed outside to your front yard, determined to uncover the truth of his silence. as you rounded the corner to your treehouse, there he stood, anxiously awaiting your arrival. the look in his eyes was something you have never seen before, the cheerful boy from school now looked disheveled and broken and you could see the weight of regret pressing upon his shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," sunoo exclaimed, his voice filled with remorse and something you couldn't decipher. "I thought it would be easier this way, but I was wrong. at first, i only befriended you in sake of the play, but you kept plaguing my mind at every waking hour. so i tried to distance myself to focus on our performance."

tears welled up in your eyes as the truth washed over you. sunoos actions were not born out of cruelty, but rather out of fear and self preservation. in his attempt to protect his own heart, he unknowingly shattered yours.

with a trembling voice, you spoke up "i get that" your voice cracked "i really do, but you could've talked to me before completely ignoring my presence. you weren't the only main character in this play. and do you know what's the most important thing in theater? communication. please dont push me away, youre important to me"

in that moment, the barriers between you began to crumble. walls of misunderstanding and pain came crashing down, revealing the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. And just like the tragic love story they had once portrayed on stage, Sunoo and you found yourselves in front of each other, heart more broken than the other's

"im sorry, yn"

and he left, with your heart in his hand

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Hiii!

I know the au ain’t about Jay, but does he have an animal form? How did Edd & Eddna found him or he does not exist?

I do apologize for the amount of questions not being libber related😞

Pd. I also love wolf children i imagine Libby just recreating the feral Yuki scene right?

Hellooooo!! Had to think about this for a bit; I really didn't give Jay too much mind when making this AU lol. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed getting to flesh out this AU further using your questions so thank you so much for asking! :D I made the AU for Libber and Ice but it's always fun to expand on other characters and how the changes the AU makes affects them.

This post turned out longer than I expected (oops. I love infodumping about my AUs, sorry lol) so the answers in their entirety are under the cut! Spoilers for Prime Empire and Dragons Rising (though nothing particularly about s2) are mentioned though.

The short answers are: Jay is still adopted, Libber left him at the Walkers' doorstep before dying. And yes, Jay has a wolf form like Libber does, but he can't access it until after the Merge.

The long answers:

The second question is easy - the comic on my other post initially had a third page that would've answered this but I found it difficult to get to flow well so I scrapped it. When the Walkers arrive home after coming across Libber, they find Jay on their doorstep. The idea is that she had left him at a safe place as a final act before succumbing to whatever killed her. (Much like in Wolf Children, I don't have a particular cause of death thought out.) Ed and Edna don't make the connection between the child on their doorstep and the wolf on the highway of course, because why would they?

As for whether Jay has an animal form... On one hand I find it very amusing when characters of non-human heritage turn out to be just normal humans, and Cliff Gordon is still completely human in this AU, but I also think it'd be boring to ignore his heritage completely for the sake of the bit. After mulling it over I've come up with this:

Jay grows up showing quirks that align with him being half raijū, but nothing that can't be explained by him being the elemental master of lightning or just a peculiar (and probably neurodivergent) child; these are things like a fascination of thunderstorms, abnormal resistance towards electrical shocks, hyperactivity, a tendency to chew on things...

He has no idea that his biological mother wasn't human until after the events of Prime Empire when Wu, now aware that Jay knows he's adopted as he used it to reason with Unagami, requests to speak to Jay privately. He explains that, if Jay has an animal form then he shouldn't feel like he has to hide it from the team as he is sure that they'd accept him, much like Libber's teammates accepted her. This is sweet and all, but Jay is very confused what he means about having an animal form. And thus begins the explanation of who or what exactly Libber was.

After learning that he isn't completely human, Jay isn't really upset - hell, Zane and Lloyd have both dealt with the same thing and it turned out fine - but he only talks about it with Nya. This is part of my general characterisation of Jay where I feel like he doesn't keep too many deliberate secrets, but does only mention certain things about himself on a need-to-know basis meaning that, while he doesn't care if the team knows he's adopted, only Nya, Zane, and Pixal know that he is (Zane and Pixal for being present at the end of Prime Empire). Nya 'needs to know' because she is his yang thank you very much. Nya helps him to research about raijū and they find out that they can come in a variety of forms. Jay thinks he'd look like a noble and mighty creature, maybe a lion or an eagle. Nya thinks he'd be a chihuahua.

Nonetheless, that seems to be the extent of it; Jay doesn't figure out if he has an animal form or how to use it, and all that's changed is that Nya has become a lot more aware of her yin's oddities. That is, until Dragons Rising.

I think after the Merge, Jay has no issues with accessing his animal form: much like his mother, he's a wolf-like canid. If you told him, he'd probably never believe that he had spent the first 20-or-so years of his life with no clue to his heritage and no abilities related to it when his natural state of self after getting amnesia is to flux between forms. Maybe it developed as one of the strange effects of the Merge, or maybe its a new ability as a result of his environment, much akin to Cole's rock golem. Nonetheless, it serves as a message to Nya that this isn't the same Jay she knew before the Merge. He flaunts his heritage to the team that he never told and has changed, both physically and as a person, without her there to see.

As for the P.S, I'm not entirely sure what scene you are talking about - there's quite a few where I imagine Yuki could be described as feral lol - but Libber is overall quite alike to Yuki in my mind, particularly when she is younger and less concerned with hiding her wolf side.

#maybe ill draw jays raijū form at some point too hm #ninjago #ninjago au #lego ninjago #ninjago jay #jay walker #ninjago libber #libber gordon #ninjago spoilers #? i dont know if we are still counting the fact that jay has amnesia as a spoiler or not. i feel like everyone knows by now #ok time to come up with an au tag because uhh i do that when i make more than one post for an au #inhuman thundersnow au #thundersnow will now be the duo name for ice and libber youre welcome #wyrm answers #wyrm rambles #btw idk if anyone reads my tags but art will be slower for a couple months because i have my big scary important exams upcoming #i will happily answers asks though :]

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Apology to Deaf Ears (DT Twins)

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I was literally writing the next chapter of my Cold Front fic when I woke up on the 24th with such a good angst idea for the twins that I broke down first thing in the morning.

(Note: I am not blaming any of the twins for what happened to them, which is not the case for the twins themselves. Do keep in mind that at the time of this story, the twins were both 5 and it is normal for children like them to act immaturely and blame the wrong people, especially seeing the environment they are living in.)

With that said, enjoy your reading!

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Warnings: Suicide (stabbing), blood, heavy angst for both twins, hints of physical abuse

Synopsis: Nightmare had never understood why the characters in his novels always felt sick at the sight of blood. He was covered in his own blood every day, yet it never made him throw up. Now he understood, he understood too well.

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If there was someone who Nightmare particularly resented, apart from himself, it was Dream.

He hated the way people loved him so much, what did he even do to deserve all the attention anyway? What did he have that Nightmare lacked?

He hated the way protecting the Tree has fallen on his shoulders alone while Dream was playing around. Why was he allowed to slack off while Nightmare had to do both their jobs alone, as injured as one could be?

He hated how naive the other was, always falling for Nightmare’s stupid lies when he was asked about his injuries. How could he have gotten this hurt by simply falling off a branch? Was Dream just stupid or did he simply not care about Nightmare? The latter would bet the correct supposition was the second explanation.

He hated how mocking the other’s hollow ‘I love you’ sounded. He hated how he had to live in the other’s shadow. He was as good as his brother, hell, maybe he was even better! He just could not understand. Why not him?

But above all, he hated the way he nagged him by spending time with him and showing off how much happier he was than Nightmare, like he was doing currently.

“Get off.” He hissed, pushing Dream away from himself. That day, his brother had been particularly clingy and happy, for some reason determined to annoy him as long as humanly possible.

Seriously, he had even declined to spend time with his friends to annoy him more, how unhinged did he have to be to think of something like that?

The other let out a playful whine of protest but refrained from attempting to hug him again. A detail that Nightmare failed to notice at the time.

“Can we play then? It has been so long since we last played Tag You’re It!” Dream suggested, a wide grin spread across his cheeks as he seemed to reminisce about the old times. It made Nightmare sick.

With gritted teeth, he replied that he was not in the mood to play and would rather read. Dream’s bright smile did not leave his lips at the other’s refusal. If anything, it just got brighter.

Oh, there we go, something he hated and forgot to mention.

The way the other never took anything badly.

Nightmare would kill to be that way.

How foolish.

“Can you read me a story then? Last time we--”

“No.” He cut him off with a glare, making the other blink. At Nightmare’s expression, his smile turned into a worried frown.

“Did I say something wrong? Why do you look so angry?” He tilted his head to the side in confusion, somehow only managing to piss the other off even more.

“Because you’re annoying me.” He replied coldly, picking up the last book he had been reading off the ground. With his eyes fixed on the object, he could no longer see Dream’s expression. Not like it interested him. “Can’t you find someone else to bother?”

“I like spending time with you though.” A pause. “And you know I love--”

“And I hate you.” He flipped the page he was reading, noticing the way the other had stopped talking.

He looked back to him, Dream’s grin welcoming him back to reality.

He hated that lack of reaction too, he just said that he hated him, and he was smiling? He was right after all, Dream really did not care about how he saw him. Why would he? He had all those oh so wonderful friends, why would he care about that loser he called his brother?

If Nightmare had paid more attention, maybe he would have noticed how sad that smile really looked. He would have noticed how it did not reach his eyes.

“What are you still doing here?” He snapped, sending him yet another glare. “Are you going to gawk at me like that for long? I don’t want to see you anymore, just go.”

“... Okay.” He got up, making Nightmare focus back onto his book. He was most likely going to the village anyway, there was no reason for him to see where he was going.

***

A few hours later, Nightmare started to feel bad about what he said.

He had been angry at that moment, but Dream was still his brother, he could not just tell him that he hated him like that. Nightmare looked up at the sky, deducing that it was the afternoon.

Honestly, he found it odd how the villagers had yet to come bother him but for once, he allowed himself to hope that the peace would last a bit more.

He closed the book, putting it into its usual place next to him--

...

Something was under it.

Nightmare raised an eyebrow as he picked it back up, his eyes widening once he recognized Dream’s circlet. Did he forget it when he left? Nightmare shrugged; he will just give it back to him after he apologized.

He would not come back until the evening anyway, which gave him plenty of time to plan what he would say to him.

He let his head rest on the tree, slowly drifting off to sleep.

***

When he woke up, the sight of wrinkling stars in the night sky welcomed him back. He had always loved looking at the stars, it reminded him of the good days without the villagers around.

He turned to his side, expecting to see his younger brother.

He froze when there was no sign of him.

“Dream?” He called out in surprise, standing up and looking around the tree and up the branches. No one.

Nightmare frowned.

That was unusual, no matter how long Dream stayed at the village, he had always come back once the sun had set. He once said that his favorite thing was to come back home after the night began.

Maybe he was still a bit busy? Nightmare sat down against the tree, waiting to see his brother’s silhouette approach the tree.

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All the lights in the village had gone out by now.

Yet, Dream was still nowhere to be seen.

Nightmare did not want to admit it, but he was worried, very worried. He got up from the tree again and reluctantly dragged his feet to the village. He had no want to step into that place, knowing that if he were caught, he would go through hell and back, but there was only so much he could do.

He let out a long breath as he passed the gate. No scream, that was a good sign.

A man in the tavern’s balcony was sprawled on a table, an alcohol bottle in hand. Seeing no one else around, Nightmare decided to risk talking to him.

He tapped his shoulder and the grown-up groaned as he was shaken awake, looking over to who woke him up. He glared at Nightmare once he recognized him, slurring something about killing him if he did not get out of his sight. Nightmare ignored the threat, instead asking where he had last seen Dream.

Thankfully for the child, the older man was far too wasted to bother swinging at him. So wasted, in fact he was pleasant enough to answer his question.

“How the fuck should I know?” He hiccupped, taking another sip of the beverage. “That brat did not show up today.” He hit the table with his fist, frustrated. “If it was not for him staying with your sorry ass, my other house would have been finished by now.”

Nightmare could feel his heart drop in his stomach, the rest of the man’s complaints getting lost in the wind.

Dream never went to the village?

Ditching the man, the young boy raced to the entrance of the village, his head filled with Dream’s possible whereabouts. He was neither at the tree nor at the village. Besides these two locations, there was the forest and the cliff. But if he was in those areas, why did he go there in the first place?

And more importantly, why was he still not back?

His breathing sped up.

What if he was in danger?

He shook his head, pinching his wrist. He winced but, in the end, he was able to forcefully calm down. Panicking would not help him find Dream.

These two areas were big, so he had better get started now.

The closest area to the village was the forest, he would get started there.

He ran between two trees, looking around every tree and yelling Dream’s name as he did so, hoping the other would eventually answer his calls or show up.

When he was met with no answer, he walked deeper into the forest, desperation now laced with his voice. The forest was quiet, far too quiet to be normal.

Still nothing.

He was running now, yelling his name even louder than he already was. He could feel his vocal cords straining in his throat, but he could not care less then, too focused on the task.

Eventually, as he was starting to lose hope, he finally caught a glimpse of orange behind a tree. The boy heaved out a sigh of relief before being overtaken by anger. If he was right there, why did he not answer his calls?

“Dream!” He shouted as he walked over to the tree, said one’s cape getting closer. “Why did you not come back? Do you know how worried I--”

As he finally walked around the tree, Dream’s lightless eyes and the knife planted in his chest finally came into view.

The next thing Nightmare knew was that he saw himself throw up nearby, trembling as he turned back toward Dream. There was so much blood.

Nightmare had never understood why the characters in his novels always felt sick at the sight of blood. He was covered in his own blood every day, yet it never made him throw up. Now he understood, he understood too well.

“Dream...?” He approached the other, slowly. That... he was still asleep, right? It could not be real. He crouched down next to him, his fingertips brushing his shoulder. He was cold. Why was he so cold?

“Hey, why are you not saying anything?” He shook him. “That’s not funny anymore, come on Dream, let’s go home.”

The other’s head fell awkwardly on his shoulder, a few strands of his hair covering his eyes. Apart from that, no reaction was given to Nightmare’s words or actions.

He shook him again, tears welling up in his eyes. “Stop scaring me! You said you would come back home no matter what! We even promised to never leave each other!”

“We promised!” He repeated, as if to enhance the importance of a promise.

However, he could scream as much as he wanted, there was no bringing back a dead soul.

At last, he finally broke into hysterical sobs as he held onto the corpse of his brother like his life depended on it. “We can play as much as you want, I can read you as many stories as you like! We can hug whenever you want! I won’t push you away anymore, I promise!”

“So please...” His voice broke as he cupped the other’s cold cheek, trying so hard to feel any kind of warmth coming from the other’s skin. “Say something, anything. Don’t leave me alone...”

Silence.

“I...” He hiccupped. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it, I swear! I love you too. Even if I may have been frustrated at you sometimes, you’re still my brother, I could never hate you!”

He buried his face in his neck as he sobbed. “Please don’t make me bury my best friend, I’m sorry for being such a bad brother. I promise to make it up to you just give me a chance, please.”

His pleads were ignored and so were his apologies.

Oh, how cruel the gods were.

In a last attempt to get some sort of reaction out of the other, he brought his hand to his level. From it, a piece of paper fell.

With a shaky hand, he managed to retrieve what Dream was holding in his fist. He opened the ball, revealing an exact replica of a silly drawing of themselves when they were still satisfied with one another in the world.

A messy Tree of Feelings labelled “Home” stood in the background with yellow and black ovals littering the leaves to represent their respective apples. In front of it, two figures with questionable anatomies stood beside each other, holding hands.

One of them was wearing a light blue-sky outfit and a round circlet and the other a purple outfit with a crescent moon engraved on the head garment.

There was only one difference: if the original drawing had both figures smiling from ear to ear, this one had Dream smiling and Nightmare wearing an angry frown.

At that instant, with tears falling down the paper, Nigthmare wanted nothing more than to tear away that angry-looking figure from the smiling one and burn its remains.

#angst #dream sans #utmv dream #dreamtale #nightmare utmv #utmv fanfic #utmv #utmv au #nightmare sans #passive nightmare sans #dreamtale twins #pre apple incident #apple twins

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altschmerzes · 9 months

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hey saw ur comment on the man city fix it fic ab Jamie’s fathers death & was wondering what u disliked ab the Jamie’s mum and Simon part? not judging or anything im just curious!!

yeaaaaaaah so! from what ive seen at least this is a not particularly common opinion which is fine, im aware i have some particular biases and priorities and whatnot in this area, but it just… i didnt like that stuff at all. it really put me off actually, for a couple reasons. i'll get into why, but i know a lot of people like Really Loved that stuff and especially his mom - and it also gets a little down on season 3 and the writing team as a whole at some points lmao - so i'll put it under a cut.

(this got. very long. im so sorry.)

it basically boils down to a couple things: 1. what they presented us with doesn't hold water if poked literally at all in any direction, 2. it made me feel a little uncomfortable given the way everything else in jamie's arc played out, and 3. if they were going to do something like this, they needed WAY more time and narrative space to execute it well in general and specifically for ME to execute it in a way that didn't leave a bad taste in my mouth.

there are a few things that i generally dread when you have a character who's presented to have some serious trauma related to their family and specifically to an abusive parent, and one of those things is the sudden inclusion of another parent in there who is just. everything is totally fine and normal and happy and not at all complicated with them! it always makes me feel weird and bad when that happens, especially when there is no explanation provided for how that like. fits in with the abuse we know they experienced as well. that is a matter of personal preference, and i can own that. i just don't like it, and it makes me feel weird and uneasy. and that's part of it here, but what's also part of it is that i think that - my personal feelings about this type of character choice overall aside - they did not execute it well given the story they'd already presented us with, the way they used these new characters, and how much time they spent on it.

the image they presented of jamie's mom and stepdad is like… very simple and positive and shiny and uncomplicated. it's just good. they just love and support him and are a positive and affectionate active presence. and that might seem like an unfair characterization of it because we saw very little and we know very little of what their relationship is actually like - we don't know what might be complicated, what might be messy, how often they talk, etc - but that’s honestly part of my issue here. we were given a sliver of a glimpse into jamie's mom and his relationship with her and his stepdad when jamie as a character is someone who is hugely defined by his family history and the baggage and trauma and danger associated with it. if they were going to do this, they needed to spend way more time on it. they needed to introduce her earlier, do something to make it jive with what we were already presented about her: some vague mentions, half of which were in past tense, and all of which seemed to imply very strongly that if she were alive (which there was a lot of confusion about!) then they were likely to some degree estranged, because it seemed pretty clear with the 'i don't know if she would be [proud] lately' bit that he literally did not know what she thought of him in recent years. and like. it seems like i'm nitpicking, but again, this is a character who has been so strongly based in and defined by his family and the like. past and current danger and trauma associated with it.

especially given how little time or attention was given to everything else with his family, it was just way too late in the game to introduce these characters and be able to do them and their relationship with the existing characters justice. like you’ve already got a complicated story you’re skipping most of and not giving its due do you really need to add more really complicated stuff in there. and then just go actually it's not complicated don't worry about it :) like. that just doesn't work for me.

so that's where i'm at like, not only do i inherently dislike this sort of element introduced with this type of character, which is a me problem, i also think the story they presented in that episode with his mom and simon just flat out didn't make sense and they did not have the time to make it make sense even if they'd tried, which they didn't. like... if things are just fine and normal and easy with them and she’s just great and loving and supportive it’s like i. So What Happened, Then.

it makes his entire arc make less sense. if she's just Been Here what happened? why did he need to be reminded that not EVERYONE in his life was out to get him? why did keeley have to tell him to stop battling everyone that was just trying to help him? why is he so isolated and adrift at the beginning of season two? why did she never attend a single match? why did we never see him text or call or mention her in a contemporary way? like there COULD be answers to those things that make sense with what they presented, but we didn't get any of those answers and those are big questions to me given they comprise like... all of jamie's character arc lmao. at the end of the day, throwing in the stuff with his mom feels... really disrespectful to the story they wrote with him (that they already fell down on the job with) to just throw that in there with no consideration or attention paid to how it fits with or impacts anything already established.

i truly don't think that every question needs to be answered in a story. i am not saying that. i'm not saying someone needed to turn to the audience and go here's the logistic details of exactly how and when everything that happened with jamie and his parents happened. but there are some serious issues with like, telling a coherent story, and utilizing the extremely limited narrative space that a secondary character in an ensemble show can be afforded. (especially when in season three it really felt like they were already racing through characters and plot lines and backstory stuff like the goal was to just drop info just to Have It and then never address or do anything with it at all.) why did they do that, is what i keep going back to. you're telling a story with very limited space and a lot of characters. so what was the reason for that stuff to be there? so that someone could lay the 'yea he was a dick but he made you into this person! you're so strong now!' foundation for ted telling jamie to forgive his dad and 'disappointed teacher face' him into saying 'thank you' after the 'fuck you'? or was it just fanservice that you didn't think needed to fit with the rest of the story narratively or thematically? because that's where i keep going back to as well.

it just... and this is the bitchier, more spiteful part of me saying this, the part that was PROFOUNDLY let down by the way they handled the aspects of jamie's arc to do with his family and with the abuse he suffered, but it feels like an attempt to use happy sparkly fanservice-y funny and feel-good scenes with his adorable mom and sweet stepdad to like. pull way back on the rest of his whole situation with his family like see no he’s fine! isn’t it great how funny and adorable his mom is! isnt his stepdad fun! everything is fine actually things with his dad are just ~complicated because james drinks :) (and then all he needs to do about that is grow up and forgive, he's just a melodramatic mama's boy, the pain is his fault and he'll be fine once he Forgives, and rehab fixes everything). i don't have some kind of conspiracy that this was their actual reasoning but that's how it hit to me - whoops we don't actually want to deal with the abuse so we're gonna sweep it way under the couch and look! see! here's his cute fun mom isn't she great! (He's Fine Don't Worry About It, His Family Is Actually Sooooo Supportive!)

but yeah that's the bitchy and unfair part of me so. that's not really my main point.

(i also gotta say everything about that sequence with jamie and company at his mom's house feels like... tissue paper thin and very fucking weird from both a narrative and a logistical point of view. the stuff with the actual people of his mom and stepdad aside, what the hell was up with his room? what was that poster of keeley doing there. when did that go up. how old was he when he put it there. yeah she's older than him by a fair bit but not THAT much older. and if he was putting it up as like, a teenager or something, why is the rest of that room decorated for a seven year old. parents preserve their kids rooms like shrines this is true but the idea of a like, jamie in his mid/late teens or whatever putting that poster of keeley up but also sleeping in a little kid's bed still is like... did you think about this at all. it really does not seem like you did. At All. it just goes to my spiteful fringe theory about that whole sequence which is “oh this is pure 100% gratuitous backpatting fanservice that nobody actually thought about in any real way whatsoever”)

sorry this got so long but i have a lot of thoughts on this and they get kicked up every time i see posts gushing about how much people loved georgie or those scenes or whatnot like everyone is of course entitled to their opinion and i don't hold it against anyone! but that stuff hit way different for me and just added insult to injury in an episode that generally seemed to handle jamie and his situation in a way i found cringeworthy and weird at best and offensive and victim blaming at worst.

#gav gab #gav answers #ted lasso spoilers #abuse cw #long post #augh. anyways. if you disagree with me on this you don't really need to tell me so i know most of the fandom like #loved that stuff #and please dont yell at me (general request)#just giving some thoughts as they were Asked For #and i appreciate you asking anon!! i like talking about my thoughts and opinions on stuff #even if it makes me nervous lmao

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If We Were Vampires (Pt. 4)

- Jordan and Marie have a talk.

- Jordan gets told off.

- They make out a bit.

CW: Bloooood, mentions of violence

~2k words

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Jordan sat on their bed, anxiously bouncing their leg as they waited for Marie to arrive. They honestly thought she'd sprint over to their dorm, but they turned out to have more time than they thought they did. Not only did they have enough time to hide their evidence of vampirism, but they also had time to pick up a bit. All the nervous energy was making it hard for them to sit still.

Coming up on six minutes is when a knock finally sounds from their door. In the blink of an eye, Jordan found themselves at their door. They looked back at the bed they were just sitting on, very confused. “What the fuck?” Jordan quietly mumbled to themself. They were currently in male form, so they didn't have their super agility. At least they shouldn't have their super agility right now. So how the fuck did they get there so quick-

Their train of thought is broken by another knock at the door, the loud noise bringing their attention back to the person on the other side. Deciding to deal with the sudden super speed later, Jordan pulls the door open, genuinely smiling when they see Marie. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Marie echoes, meeting them with a smile of their own. She quickly looks them up and down. They don’t look as bad as they did this morning, looking cozy in a black hoodie and gray sweats, with their hair a bit messy. Marie found it cute. Unfortunately, she was here to have an important conversation with them. She needed to know what happened to them last night that caused them to freak out. “You seem a lot better.” She comments as she walks in and stops in the middle of the room.

“Yeah, Thanks.” Jordan scratches the back of their head nervously, using it as more of a grounding technique to distract them from the scent of Marie's blood. Jordan wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, having eaten not long ago, but the sudden presence of fresh, flowing blood still caught their attention.

Jordan clears their throat. “So… how was your day?”

Marie sighs, going to sit down on the couch. “I've had better.” She shrugs “kinda hard to have a good day when you're too busy worrying about your partner…”

If Marie's goal was to make Jordan feel bad with that sentence, then she succeeded. Jordan moves to sit next to Marie, letting out a breath once they sit down. They reach for her hand, interlocking their fingers and resting it on Marie's thigh. “I'm an asshole. And I'm not the best at communicating my emotions. And…” Jordan lifts their intertwined hands and places a gentle kiss. “I'm so sorry you spent the whole day worrying because of me.”

Marie gives their hand a gentle squeeze, looking up at their pretty brown eyes. “Okay. First off, apology accepted.” She too kisses their intertwined hands, making Jordan smile. Marie's about to continue, but stops when she notices the new ring on Jordan's hand. Jordan stills as they see Marie adjust her grip on their hand to better look at the ring. “What's this?”

Jordan laughs awkwardly, desperately trying to think of an explanation. “That is a ring.” they say sarcastically, attempting to brush it off.

“Yeah, well, no shit.” Marie rolls her eyes. “I mean I haven't seen it before. Definitely would have noticed with a stone like that.” Marie gently rubs the blue stone with her thumb.

Jordan breathes, trying to steady their heart rate before attempting the impossible… lying to Marie Moreau. Jordan switches to their female form and gently pulls their hand away from her, now fidgeting with the ring themselves. “It was a gift.”

“A gift…?” Marie looks at Jordan, who's currently avoiding eye contact with her. She listens to their heartbeat. It's weird. Has been since she found them this morning. She didn't know what it was, it was just… different. She decides to revisit her original talking point. “What are you afraid of?”

The straightforwardness of the sentence shocks Jordan, pulling their eyes back to her. They were not expecting her to say that. “What are you talking about?” They say with genuine confusion.

“I've known you for a while now, Jordan. I can tell when you're scared, and your heart's been weird in general ever since this morning.” Marie places a hand on Jordan's arm. “Come on, Jordan. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it together.”

That there is exactly what they didn't want. Marie Moreau involved in all this Supe-vampire bullshit. They're still yet to identify the other vampires on campus, one of whom killed them. They needed Moreau as far away from that as possible. At least until they have the situation under control.

“Moreau…” Jordan breaths, turning their body to face her completely. “It's me. I'm what I'm afraid of.”

If there was any feeling Marie related to, it was being afraid of themselves. After what she did to her parents, she's always been terrified of what she was capable of. But Jordan was the most in-control person she knew. So them saying this made her worry about what actually happened that night. “What do you mean?”

“Last night… I honestly don't remember much of it, but, I'm pretty sure I got into a fight and… it got ugly.” Jordan did their best to tiptoe around the truth, hoping it was enough for Marie to buy this separate narrative. “I don't remember who it was with, all I know is that there was a fight and I hurt someone. I'm the one who made it back here without a scratch on me.”

Marie gives Jordan a sympathetic look. “Do you remember what the fight was about?” She asks, gently.

Jordan shakes their head. “No. Most of the night is a blur. All I know is that I'm really not proud of it, intoxicated or not, and… I was worried that you would look at me differently.”

“Hey…look at me.” Marie gets Jordan to look up at her. “I know you Jordan. I know the kind of person you are and I know you would never hurt someone unless they deserved it. And the fact that you feel bad about it at all shows how good of a person you are.” Marie rubs their arm, reassuringly.

“And as hotheaded as you are, or however drunk you were, I'm sure you didn't hurt them so bad that you killed them.” She says as if it's something that Jordan would obviously never do. And they wouldn't, not unless the person was trying to kill the people they care about. But the problem was that they did. And worse, it was someone who, as far as they knew, didn't deserve it.

“Heh, yeah. Obviously.” Jordan can't help but wonder if they told her the truth, about who they actually hurt and how, if she'd really not look at them differently. Like a monster. Cause they certainly felt like one.

“Thanks, by the way. That means a lot coming from you.” Jordan offers her a nice smile.

Marie mirrors their smile back. “Of course. What are girlfriends for?” She moves to wrap her arms around their neck, pulling them closer.

“I can think of a few things…” Jordan whispers suggestively, closing the distance between them with a passionate kiss. It lasts a good minute before they pull away, leaning their forehead against hers.

“I really did miss you. Even though it's only been a day.” Marie lets out a breathy laugh at the thought. Not being able to help herself, she goes in for another kiss, digging her fingers into Jordan's hair and giving it a light tug.

Jordan moans in pleasure as Marie attacks their lips, but then, Jordan feels it again… the feeling of an empty stomach, yearning to be fed. Being this close, Jordan is overwhelmed by the scent of fresh blood flowing just beneath Marie's beautiful skin. They instinctively move their kisses to Marie's neck, sucking and licking, itching to take a little nibble. The rush of arousal and excitement fuel their hunger as they feel that ache in their teeth, fangs growing out and eyes darkening.

They don't know what it is, but they feel themselves hesitate, as if a part of them was trying to pull them out of the haze. A little voice begs them to look at who they're about to feed on. Jordan tries to hold on to that bit of humanity, poking through the darkness, before they do something they'll regret for the rest of their life.

Using all their strength and willpower, Jordan manages to pry themselves away from Marie. They quickly force themselves off the couch, shifting into male form as they make sure to turn away from her so she can't see their monstrous appearance.

Marie is taken back by Jordan's sudden movements. She looks up at them worryingly, noticing just how much their heart rate spiked. “Are you okay? Did I pull too hard?”

Jordan took deep breaths, in and out, trying to ground themselves. They don't even register Marie's words, too focused on tuning out the sound of her blood flowing through her veins. They thought they'd last a bit longer before they had to feed again. They should have been more careful. They almost bit into her neck, literally seconds away from doing so. Holding on to that little bit of control, they slowly begin to pull themselves together, but they still couldn't ignore the hunger, slowly becoming more prominent. They needed to eat.

“Jordan?” Marie stood up from the couch, beginning to slowly move towards Jordan. “What's wrong? What do you need?”

Jordan's breathing finally steadies, their face going back to normal. Their stomach was still screaming at them, but they managed to compose themselves enough for now. “Sorry about that.” Jordan sighs, turning back around to face Marie. “I think all the emotions just got to me.” They tried to reason.

Marie sighs, closing the distance between them. Jordan gulps nervously as Marie grabs their hands and looks up at them. “Look…You're obviously really going through something right now, and it's okay if you don't want to talk about it yet, but you gotta stop lying to me.” She speaks seriously. “I'm here whenever you're ready to talk, but until then, be honest with me. It's not up to you to decide what I can and can't take. You don't need to protect me from anything or anyone. Even from yourself. Cause I can take it, Jordan. You of all people should know that.”

Jordan was at a loss for words, truly taken back from being called out like that. “Marie–”

“Don't. Just– I'll see you tomorrow, okay?” Marie reaches up to cradle Jordan's face with her hands.

Jordan closes their eyes, leaning into her touch while also fighting off their aching hunger. Marie slowly pulls Jordan in, landing a soft kiss on Jordan's lips. Jordan instinctively chases after her lips as she pulls away. They finally open their eyes, being met with equally emotional, brown eyes. “I'm sorry…” they breathe out.

Marie nods, “I know.”

She drops her hands from their face and makes her way to the door, Jordan turns, watching regretfully as Marie opens the door, about to walk out before stopping one last time. “Bye.” With that, she leaves.

As much as Jordan wants to run after her, hold her, kiss her deeply, they know they can't. Not while they can't control themselves. They hate that the first thing they do once she leaves is rush to the mini fridge and pull out a blood bag, desperately opening it up and drinking.

The immediate relief that fills their body doesn't stop the ache in their heart. They slowly get up, taking the blood bag with them as they make their way to their bed. Jordan slips under the covers, leaning back against the headboard. They sip gently, trying to savor every drop. They had to practice restraint, and get their cravings under control. They also needed to find whoever did this to them and make them pay. And to do that, they're gonna have to learn more about vampires. Unfortunately… They currently only know one other vampire on campus.

… Fuck.

Thanks for all the support guys. Part 5 is in the works. Hope you enjoyed 😎👍❤️

-PB

#gen v #gen v fic #jordan li #jordan li is a vampire #jordan li vampire au #limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #marie moreau #multi part fic #written at 4am #fuck it we ball #pb writes

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shepherds-of-haven · 2 years

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if a stranger was to walk into the shepherds compound and observe MC and RO (in crushing stage) interacting, how would you rank the ROs in terms of what the stranger would think of them from ‘just two friends!:))’ to ‘oh my god can they just get a room’

Ooh, I love this question! (I have a vague feeling of deja vu like I've answered something like it before, but I'm too lazy to go looking--)

Blade: it depends on the person and how strong their shipper senses are, but 96% of strangers would look at them and go "oh wow what professional colleagues and intimidating figures of power. they seem to be equals and he clearly respects her" and that would be about it! Most people can't perceive that Blade feels any emotion at all beyond stern professionalism, flat dead-eyed stoicism, or an extremely dry and hard to pin down sense of humor 🙃

Trouble: the genuine surprise of 'oh you guys aren't married?? ...you're not even dating? YOU'RE ONLY FRIENDS???' They would be so completely confused and thrown off lol, like genuinely mystified because their behavior has no explanation otherwise lol

Tallys: probably only other Elves would be able to cotton to the fact that Tallys and MC are shagging because of very subtle things that Tallys was doing (especially if MC is Elf-raised), like certain inflections or tones of voice Tallys might address MC with, but pretty much everyone else would be completely oblivious and might not even know that they spend a lot of time together at first glance, thinking them to simply be coworkers!

Shery: I think a particularly perceptive person or someone with strong shipper goggles (I count myself among this group lol) would totally be able to tell that Shery has a crush on MC, like RIGHT AWAY, but wouldn't think much of it beyond that--they wouldn't assume that they're an official couple or anything! It'd probably be like 50% of people (who cared to notice) would notice, and 50% of people would be oblivious!

Riel: "they are acquaintances and business associates", and the buck stops there --I think long-time business partners of Riel's would be able to tell that he clearly held MC in high regard, but they would never have a suspicion that it was anything beyond that!

Chase: I think a lot of strangers would assume MC and Chase are boinking just by the way he outrageously flirts with them... So I'd say most strangers would think they're together just from wandering into the scene and witnessing their interactions, but ironically people somewhat acquainted with Chase (like Thieves Guild members from other cities, etc.) wouldn't bat an eye, because he already has that reputation among their circles, so they wouldn't think it means anything in particular!

Red: I think probably 70% of strangers would be able to tell "those two are clearly into each other/have great chemistry" or at least would think "oh those two look good together/would make a good couple", but not automatically assume that they're in a relationship or be like “omg get a room!”!

Ayla: most strangers would see that they're good friends and that Ayla gives MC special treatment in comparison to how she acts towards others (like the difference would be quite obvious), but it wouldn't be something obviously or overtly romantic to a total outsider!

Briony: I think most people would be able to see the situation for what it really is (two people crushing on each other) because it's just so clear and obvious, especially with how transparent Briony is with her emotions, but they wouldn't read into it more than that! Just like when you see two people working at, like, a store or a coffee shop and you can clearly see them flirting with each other, but also that they’re not actually in a relationship. You might be like 👀 or you might be like “oh maybe that’s just how they interact” and then not think much more on it!

Lavinet: I think most strangers would be able to tell Lavinet and MC were close, not just strictly coworkers, and possibly even mildly flirtatious, but wouldn't think much of it beyond that, especially with Lavinet's differing status: they might automatically dismiss the opportunity even before it arose because it’s just so far-fetched to them. Keen-minded nobles might be able to glean more of the true situation, though!

#Shepherds of Haven #romance options #hypothetical scenario

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Rain

Líf (Fire Emblem) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff/ Drama(?)

WORD COUNT: 441

SUMMARY: You like the rain. Líf likes it too for a specific reason.

Líf watches on with a melancholic look on his face as you stare out the window, seemingly in a daze. It's raining outside with the sky a dark grey, but despite the gloomy appearance of the world right now, you seem rather calm and content.

The former general of the dead knows full well how much you love the rain. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember those precious times in which the iteration of yourself from his world would mischievously pull him out into the rain with child-like glee to play around in. He remembers the moments in which he would kiss you underneath the pouring rain and feel you melt against him.

Perhaps it's because he longed to see that smile once more that he approaches you, gently taking you by the hand. You pull your eyes away from the window to look at him with a questioning tilt of your head. Líf doesn't say anything, merely giving your hand a small tug, wordlessly prompting you to follow him.

Surprisingly enough, the castle is mostly quiet, many of the inhabitants having locked themselves away in their rooms or are otherwise scattered quietly throughout various places around the castle. Líf leads you outside with nothing to shield the both of you from the rain.

"Líf—?!" You're confused by his behaviour.

He doesn't say anything, continuing to drag you along until you both arrive at your favourite spot—the garden. He turns to face you, the two of you getting more and more soaked from the downpour, but it seems like neither of you particularly mind it. You stare up at him, half-expecting an explanation. He doesn't provide one. Instead, he takes your face into his hands and leans down to gently rest his forehead against yours.

"Líf, what's wrong?" You whisper in the small space between you two, feeling concerned for him.

"Nothing," he answers. "I simply thought that you might... enjoy being out here."

You peer up at him, your eyes searching his face for any hidden meaning behind his words and actions, but you aren't able to find any. "...I do," you answer him, a small but genuine smile upon your lips. "I... really like the rain. It's extremely calming. It feels like the whole world just stops, and everything goes quiet."

You pause for a moment.

"What about you?" You ask, curious. "Do you like the rain?"

"...In a way," Líf answers vaguely. "...I suppose I do."

Though his reasons for liking the gloomy weather isn't as poetic as yours. He likes it only simply because it can make you, the one he loves, smile.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Heroes #Lif #Lif (Fire Emblem)#Líf #Líf (Fire Emblem)#FEH #F: Fire Emblem #C: Líf (Fire Emblem)#R: General #G: Fluff #G: Drama #lif x reader #líf x reader #fanfiction #reader insert #avisteliterature

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Devil in Disguise; ch1

michael (the good place) x reader

warnings: this is a pairing between you and unreformed demon michael, aka before the team cockroach storyline, aka he's evil and mean. what can i say. be mindful that he's going to call you names and stuff so if that makes you upset be careful reading!

notes: there isn't too much actual plot here. basically reader/you are a fifth member of the group of humans michael is torturing. this is somewhere reboot like 300 or something. this work does include use of "Y/N"!

You were pretty sure the Architect was a demon.

It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to. Not at all. And you definitely didn't want to think that, not when you had previously believed you were in Heaven, and believing anything else meant that you were definitely in Hell. He wasn't particularly obvious, either, so long as you weren't looking. He played the part of the helpful, well-meaning, a-little-bit-clueless Architect so well that you wondered if it was a part at all.

Then the mask would slip for just a moment. He would say something so cruel that he had to have known it was hurtful, or he'd smile to himself when he shouldn't and he thought no-one was looking; but you were always looking. Really, your stupid crush on him was the only reason you suspected him at all, because you always wanted to be near him, and thus were always there for his slip-ups.

A few misplaced grins could be excused (he didn't know a lot about humans or social norms after all) but after a while it was a pattern. Maybe you only started looking because of your past experiences with manipulative liars on Earth, or maybe you never really believed you were in The Good Place at all; but either way, it seemed like you were the only one with any suspicions. So you started keeping a mental list of everything he did that just seemed off. Eventually it got so long that you couldn't excuse it. He wasn't what he seemed, and one day, you decided you were going to confront him about it.

So now, here you were. You'd asked if you could speak to him privately and he had obliged, looking equal parts confused and concerned as he ushered you into his office. The place was familiar from when you'd first 'woken up' here, been told where 'here' was, and that you'd made it and now you could enjoy your afterlife. It had been perfect until it wasn't, and you didn't like being forked around with, thank you very much. You tried to hold on to that energy as you passed through the hallway ("Welcome! Everything is fine." Yeah, right.) and took your seat in front of his desk.

Still, sitting across from him now, you started to doubt your suspicions again. You'd always been a paranoid person on Earth; wasn't it possible that you were just thinking too far into things again? And maybe he was just an idiot; maybe he didn't understand how to be nice to people yet. You'd known plenty of actual humans who still didn't grasp that concept, so really, shouldn't he get a pass?

But then you remembered your list; all the times he had laughed when Eleanor would trip, and then tried to cover it up with a cough; all the times he'd backhandedly called Tahani a failure to her face and she'd had to hold back tears; all the times he had oh-so-conveniently forgotten to mention that, by the way, there would be fun, new things involved today, even though he knew Chidi hated not knowing things like that beforehand. Given as the neighborhood had only started five months ago, there was no explanation for just how many times he'd managed to mess up, unless the reason was that he was trying to mess up.

So you'd set your jaw, even as the perfectly realistic look of concern on his face stayed, and he'd tented his hands under his chin and asked you, "What can I help you with?" He looked so much like a not-man afraid of learning that his resident was unhappy that it nearly made you waver again (Fork, he was good at that) but you held strong.

No point in beating around the bush. "This isn't The Good Place."

"I beg your pardon?"

"This is The Bad Place, and you're a demon."

He froze for just a second too long before knitting his eyebrows and slowly blinking once, twice, all the while still staring at you with very apparent shock.

Finally he spoke, calm as ever, aside from the note of surprise in his voice. "Why would you think that?"

You couldn't believe he was still committed to the bit, but then again, you didn't really expect him to throw up his hands and say, 'you got me!'.

You huffed. "There's a lot of reasons, man, but how about we start with my biggest one: you're kind of an ash-hole."

He didn't speak, just kept looking at you (rather uncomfortably), so you filled the silence for him.

"You're constantly condescending in a way I could excuse at first 'cause, hey, you're not human, but then you go and keep pushing everyone's buttons even though, realistically, you should know what's a sore subject- because you know everything! You're mean to Tahani and Jason, you're always putting Eleanor in stressful situations, you're downright cruel to Chidi, and that leads to my next point: you're never not around the five of us. Like, don't you have other residents?"

You paused to give him a chance to offer a rebuttal (and catch your breath), but he stayed quiet. In fact, his face had shifted to one of mild boredom over the course of your rambling, and you balked at him incredulously.

"You don't have anything to say? 'Cause I can keep going, I have a whole list–"

"To be honest, I'm just surprised you actually figured it out."

You mirrored his expression from before, blinking at him slowly.

He sounded completely different, like he'd undergone a total tonal 180°. Not only was his voice different, he looked a lot more sinister now, having finally dropped the mask of concern. His brows were raised over his glasses and his mouth was a flat line, and though he was in the same pose as before, now his tented hands looked devious rather than accommodating. His eyes were half narrowed behind the lenses, looking right at you unwaveringly.

The change was enough to shock you into silence for the time being. To be honest, even though you were pretty confident in your theory when coming here, you'd almost wanted to be wrong. Maybe he would have laughed at you good-naturedly, or asked you if you were feeling alright, then said something to explain his behavior; something that would quell your fear beyond all doubt. You'd have a conversation with him about treating your friends better (he'd say something like, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea!" and it wouldn't be a lie) and you'd be able to go back to enjoying your afterlife, now with a more open relationship between all of you and the Architect overseeing your paradise.

That would have been great, but obviously, it would never happen. He'd confirmed your fears rather than assuage them, and now you were sitting in a small room with a not-man you now knew to be a demon. One that had been torturing you this entire time. One that was watching all of this dawn on your face with a budding grin on his own.

You swallowed, then cleared your throat, trying not to look at his mouth. You were pretty sure his teeth looked sharper now than before, and you didn't want to think about that. Instead you spoke, forcing your tone to remain even and unconcerned. "So, I am right? You're… this is all just an elaborate torture scheme?"

"Yeah, dummy, and to be honest, you took a lot longer to figure it out than I thought you would. If it were Jason, sure, I could excuse it, because that guy is so stupid," he cut himself off by laughing, an evil sort of chortle that didn't feel right coming from the Michael you knew. Though, you supposed, this wasn't the Michael you knew, but instead the one you'd caught glimpses of under the surface since getting here. And man, he was a lot meaner than you could have guessed.

He shook his head, giggles subsiding as he leveled you with an almost disappointed look. "But you? I really expected more from you at the start. I mean, in the hundreds of times we've been through this, this is the first time you've ever been the one to call me out!"

"I'm sorry, hundreds of times–?"

"Yes, hundreds. Each time one of you– it's just you five, by the way, you got that right too; everyone else is one of us– each time one of you figures it out, I just wipe your memories and we start over. Back to square one, as it were. It's great."

He grinned widely as he waved a hand, bringing up a sort of floating computer screen to his left. On it was a chart with a bunch of lines marking different restarts, if you had to guess; some no taller than an inch and a couple that stretched off the top of the screen. Most, though, seemed to hover around the same height, including the highlighted one at the very right. Your current timeline. Probably. To be honest, your head was still reeling from Michael's abrupt change in attitude, so you weren't feeling too sharp. In fact, you felt a little sick to your stomach.

Michael was still talking, gesturing to different points on the chart and explaining his favorite events in those timelines (apparently at one point, you'd been trapped inside a torture obelisk for a month which was– direct quote– "super fun") but you didn't hear much, or at the least you didn't comprehend what you were hearing. It was just too much information overload.

"–Hey, dummy, you look a little pale– you're not going to throw up, are you? Because as embarrassing as that would be for you, and how fun it would be for me, I don't really want to have to clean that up." He waved his hand in front of your face a few times until you focused back on him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. "Obviously, because I'm going to restart again, so it doesn't matter. God, you really aren't bright, huh? I mean, in the very first version of this, Eleanor was already coming up with a plan to get ahead of me once I restarted it, and it only took her like a minute. It didn't work, of course, but at least she thought of something. You're just sitting there with your mouth open like an idiot." He snapped.

You couldn't really help it; you winced. His biting tone was a little too alike to all the shitty men you'd met on Earth, and if there was one thing you were excited for when you thought this was The Good Place, it was the unspoken promise that you'd never have to deal with that kind of man again.

Maybe it was even worse coming from him because you'd thought, at one point, that he was your friend. If not a friend then at least someone who had your best interests at heart. Even if it was never true, it still stung to have him sneer and call you an idiot.

Michael dropped the smirk, replacing it instead with a fake pout; pushing his bottom lip out mockingly. "Are you offended? No, don't answer that; I know you are. I hurt your fragile human feelings. Poor baby." He shifted forward, hands flat under his chin as he leaned on his elbows. The elegant desk wasn't big enough to keep him out of your space and you did your best to hold your ground even as he invaded your personal bubble. "I can see those tiny cogs turning– no, literally, I can see your brain move when you think, it's actually very gross… So what are you thinking about? What's your plan here; what's the play? Whatever you're thinking, let me tell you, it's not gonna work." Ending the mocking with another bout of wicked laughter, he watched you expectantly, condescending sneer back on his face now.

Refusing to back down, you stared back at him, trying to look unbothered even while your mind raced. All of this had been for nothing; all the ethics lessons with Chidi, getting to know your new friends (who were the only other humans here, apparently, so you guessed it was a good thing you'd never decided to hang out with anyone else); all of it was pointless because you were just going to do it all again. So, you figured, if none of this mattered, you could afford to act a little brash.

"What are you thinking?" Michael reiterated, calm as ever, wholly unworried. Why should he be?

"I'm wondering if demons can feel pain."

"Why–"

You cut him off when you punched him in the jaw. You had absolutely no idea what possessed you to do so; you were normally a non-confrontational person, but learning you've been forked with for months, maybe years when you count every stupid reboot, will do that to someone– make you more aggressive. It wasn't hard to do given how close he'd gotten while antagonizing you, but shirt, did it hurt like a bench.

You shook your fist out, wincing at the sting. Your knuckles would bruise for sure if given the time, but you had the feeling Michael was going to reboot you pretty soon, so that hardly mattered.

Focusing back on the demon you'd just socked across the face, you weren't too shocked to see that he'd hardly moved with the blow. His head had turned just a bit, and his glasses were slightly askew, but he definitely wasn't bruised or bleeding. For the most part, he seemed relatively unaffected.

Well, maybe 'unaffected' wasn't the right word.

Michael's expression made you wonder if he'd ever been hit before. The pure shock (and even a little bit of awe? Respect? You were probably hallucinating) on his face made you think that he probably hadn't, and it brought you some sick joy to think you might be the first to humble him like that.

You allowed yourself a victorious smirk as Michael slowly put himself back together; silent as he straightened and righted his glasses on his nose. "Has that ever happened in your hundreds of reboots?"

He regarded you in silence for long enough for your smirk to slowly melt as you were reminded that, oh, right, this is the demon in charge of literally torturing you, and maybe you should not have done that. To be fair to yourself, thoughtful decision making was never your strong suit, even when you were still alive. Even so, this was probably your worst one yet.

You refused to apologize, though; groveling would get you nowhere. Instead you lifted your chin and stared back at him as he lounged, calm as ever, head resting in one hand and legs spread– the picture of ease. Actually, regretfully, it wasn't the worst sight in the world, which was a forked up thing to think given everything about the situation you were in. But if thinking with your dick at the worst moments possible wasn't the most human thing imaginable, you didn't know what was. It's pretty much the only thing you can count on a person for.

"...No, Y/N, I can't say that anyone has ever been stupid enough to try something like that."

end of chapter one!

there currently is no chapter two, but i'm getting there. if you wanna read that when it goes up the link is here:

#the good place #the good place michael #michael #tahani al jamil #eleanor shellstrop #chidi anagonye #jason mendoza #michael x reader #michael the good place x reader

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Make it Right

It finally happened. After years of hearing about this show - the original Thai bl pulp - but never quite figuring out how to find it, I finally sat my ass down and watched Make it Right, the last remaining gap in my foundational bl viewing. And to my great surprise, I FUCKING LOVED IT.

All credit to @bengiyo, the number one MIR apologist, for convincing me it was worth making time for, with shoutouts to @waitmyturtles for watching first and holding my hand through the playlists, and @absolutebl for including screenshots of it in their posts for years and subtly incepting me into feeling like I know it already (I sat up and pointed at the screen like that Leo meme when I finally got to the scene of Tee and Fuse standing on the bus).

So, the show. This show! This is a true look at the world of teenage boys with no sugar coating, which is probably why it makes so many people uncomfortable. They’re rude and crude, they make a lot of mistakes and very questionable decisions, they hurt each other physically and emotionally, they are imperfect and frustrating and ~problematic~ at every step. Turtles has already posted a wonderful long explanation about the importance of viewing and processing this show with the appropriate context, so I won’t repeat it here. I’ll just say I completely agree and went into my watch with this lens.

So, what was so compelling to me about this show? It’s the characters, four of them in particular: Fuse, Tee, Frame, and Book (special shout-out to Yok who was also cool but a bit disconnected from the rest). These boys! They’re so sweet, so confused, so chaotic. They feel real. Watching them fumble around each other, trying to figure out their own feelings and how to communicate with and treat each other, was fascinating. They’re all so young and still immature, but at their core they do care and try to be decent.

Tee and Fuse tugged at my Phun and Noh Love Sick heartstrings. It was a very similar dynamic of bisexual awakening, stumbling into a first queer relationship with a friend, and trying to sort out what it means in terms of identity and how they want to move through the world. Fuse even has a cheating girlfriend he can’t seem to quit, just like Phun. The key difference here is that Tee is more devoted to the relationship out of the gate. He’s possessive and he wants Fuse to be his alone, and a lot of their story is about being trapped in the cycle of coming together and growing closer only to hit a roadblock whenever Fuse waffles on firmly committing to a path (and a faen). Fuse is completely in his feelings for Tee too and mostly disinterested in his girlfriend, but he seems stuck by his own lack of conviction and courage to change anything. We leave them still enmeshed in this dynamic, but clearly in love and wanting to be together, at the end of season 1.

Commitment is not Frame and Book’s issue, but rather a bad start and failure to communicate effectively (until they finally do). Let me pause right here and say it straight out: I LOVE FRAME. He is my favorite character in this show, and that’s not overlooking anything he did. It probably doesn’t hurt that he’s played by (teeny tiny baby) Ohm, who was so talented even then. But I really love who he is at his core, which is a kind and generous kid who just seems to like everyone, Book especially. He’s promiscuous and a little reckless and he definitely needs some proper sex (and consent) education, but he cares about people, and once Book manages to convey what he wants from him - exclusivity, commitment - he gives it without hesitating. Book is equally enamored of him but wary after his last faen broke his heart, and he struggles to trust that Frame is serious about him. We leave them in a happy place after deciding to officially date. They’re adorable and I make no apologies for loving them.

There are other pairings in this show, but I’m not going to talk about them because I did not find them particularly compelling. This was the TeeFuse and FrameBook show for me. And I’m not done yet, because there’s a whole second season focused on these couples, which I’ll be diving into next.

#make it right #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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Meeting and Dating Adam

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I don’t know why this one gave me so much trouble. Probably because I was writing it on like three hours of sleep and a slightly burnt out brain but I hope you enjoy anyways!!)

- Meeting Adam is ingrained in your memory; though not for reasons that one would consider good. You remember the moment with perfect clarity not because of the inherent chemistry between the two of you or because of how attractive you found him, but because of how strange it was trying to interact with him.

- Adam was a neighbor of yours, one who lived in the apartment just a staircase across from yours; though the close proximity did little to further your relationship. He never spoke to you; so much so that you contemplated the fact that he might be mute, yet you’d seen him outside on more than a few occasions and tried your best to be welcoming and kind: greeting him as you returned/left home and rambling to him whenever you could; trying to get him to warm up to you.

- You figured that any person who wanted to get to know someone would jump on the opportunity to start a conversation; no matter how shy they may be, but Adam never did, and a part of you stood to wonder if he just didn’t like you. An insecurity which would wind up being the catalyst in the shift of your relationships dynamic.

- You had a small potted plant garden in front of your apartment that you generally took to watering every other afternoon and one day, while you were doing so, Adam had returned home from the store, meeting your eyes as you peered up the stairs and greeted him with your usual friendly smile. He looked down and away from you as you did so but you persevered, awkwardly telling him about what you were doing as he lingered by his front door.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You asked after a particularly long and awkward pause and in response to your question, he’d glanced up with a look of surprised confusion and shook his head. A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled, rushing out an ‘oh good’ as he watched you fumble around; a small smile finding it’s way onto his own lips.

- It wasn’t a sentence, or even a word, but it was something and it gave you a sense of hope that you never thought possible. He stood outside for a couple more minutes, watching you as you continued to take care of your plants before he finally entered his apartment and disappeared for the rest of the day.

- Regardless of how little the two of you interacted, Adam and you always seemed to be perfectly in sync: awake at the same time, outside at the same time; etc. You’d always assumed that it was a coincidence but it never failed to bring the idea of him being the perfect companion to the forefront of your imagination; should you ever manage to get that far.

- Blame it on the loneliness or whatever else you could think of, but you were determined to be a part of his life; and his little acknowledgement towards you only served to reassure you in your efforts to get close to him. You started speaking to him much more often, and though it wound up being more of a one sided therapy session as opposed to an actual conversation, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his presence; and found that he was starting to loosen up in your company as well.

- Because of this, you found yourself bold enough to venture over to his apartment late one night, noticing that his lights were still on while you yourself were struggling to fall asleep.

- And though you felt a bit silly and worried that you’d be bothering him, you powered through your nervousness and knocked on his front door; stuttering out an apology once he opened it and asking if you could come in. He opened the door a bit further and silently let you inside, holding back his dog as you rambled out an explanation and looked around his apartment curiously.

- You were so caught up in looking around that you barely even heard him speak; or maybe you were just so used to him not speaking that you thought you’d imagined it. Either way, it wouldn’t have surprised you: after all, the statement was so out of left field that it probably should have been a hallucination.

- His first words were asking if you wanted some ice cream: …god, he really was bizarre.

- But if he was bizarre then so were you because you mulled it over silently for a couple seconds before smiling and saying sure; leading to you sitting down in his apartment for a while and coaxing sentences out of him between bites of cold dessert.

- Adam still doesn’t talk much after that but he isn’t as totally silent and as awkward around you as he once was. He lets you do most of the conversation making but every now and again, he’ll go off on a tangent and really start to tell you about something and it always manages to make you smile; regardless of what your mood had been prior to that moment.

- If you’re waiting for a confession from him or an invitation to a first date then rethink your decisions and realize that you’re not going to get either of them any time soon. If you want your relationship with Adam to progress then you’re gonna have to make the first move yourself; probably by kissing him and seeing how he reacts. Which is exactly what you chose to do....

- One day, after weeks of getting to know each other and very obviously falling in love, you found yourself in his apartment, listening to records and just enjoying each others company. After mulling it over and chickening out a few times, you mustered up some courage and leaned in; pausing yet choosing to ignore his instinctual flinching back before pressing your lips softly to his own.

- The kiss was featherlight and clumsy and probably left a lot to be desired but the shaky breath he let out as you pulled away from him made your entire body melt. He looked like he was seeing fireworks in front of his eyes as you searched his face for any signs of protest and the way he moved just an inch closer to you told you everything you needed to hear as you leaned in to kiss him again.

- How could you be so evil as to steal a sick mans heart?

- There’s very few things that can get in the way of Adam enjoying your affection and location has never been one of them. He doesn’t have enough social awareness for pda to ever bother him so he welcomes any attention you want to give him with open arms. He’s touch starved after all; you have years of isolation to make up for.

- Though he definitely finds it difficult to make the first move in the beginning of your relationship, he starts getting more and more used to it the longer the two of you are together. And though he may still prefer it whenever you come to him, he’ll begin to feel comfortable just coming to you whenever he feels the need for a little human contact or just wants to shower you in affection.

- Holding hands. It might not be your preferred choice of affection, but you got so used to doing it during his “too flustered to think” phase and now it’s just a force of habit; one that both of you tend to enjoy.

- Kissing him on the cheek is a guaranteed way to cheer him up regardless of his mood; though any type of kiss is fine by him. He can feel the tingle of your lips for the rest of the day and he never gets tired of it; especially when he’s having a hard time.

- Most kisses with Adam are clumsy and soft; a sort of barely there and featherlight type of kiss that leaves you wanting more. But occasionally, he’ll kiss you with a restrained sort of passion; one that makes you melt where you stand and reminds you that he loves you more than anything in the entire world. He speaks through his actions and his kisses write poetry that rivals Shakespeare.

- Connecting your foreheads. It’s one of the few types of affection that he always seems to initiate himself.

- Pet names really aren’t Adams thing; unless they’re being directed towards him. He only ever calls you by your full given name but he never minds; and oftentimes really enjoys, hearing you refer to him as some lovey dovey term of endearment. Nothing makes him short circuit and fold faster than hearing you call him “baby” or something of the sort.

- You are; quite literally, the only thing besides sheer exhaustion that can make him fall asleep on a regular and healthy basis. You don’t even have to be doing anything; though cuddling with him certainly helps, just being in your presence; listening to you making noise and smelling your perfume, is enough to calm him down and send him to dreamland.

- Speaking of cuddling: it’s grown to be quite the obsession of his. Most of the time you’re either sleeping on his chest or he’s sleeping on yours: usually while his dog lays at your feet, and depending on who’s who, you’ll either listen to his heartbeat or the sound of his soft breathing and begin to drift off to sleep yourself.

- That being said: it’s fairly normal for him to stay awake and watch you sleep; finding comfort in the peaceful look on your face and the quiet moments between you where he just gets to cherish your presence and the feel of you in his arms. Just try and forget about the fact that he confessed to watching you sleep before the two of you started dating; it’s not important right now.

- You know those boyfriends who refuse to learn anything about your hobbies or go to certain places with you because it’s “just not their thing”? Adam is the opposite of those. He loves spending time with you, so much so that he’ll let you drag him all around town and spend hours at a time trying to understand your interests just because he wants to be closer to you and knows it’ll make you happy; and seeing you happy makes him happy.

- Being allowed to do pretty much whatever you want with him. Drag him to different places, dress him up, cut his hair, fuss over and annoy him, etc. He takes it all like a champ and comes back for more the next day.

- Staying in a lot and just listening to records or watching different films. He likes his quiet time; especially when it involves you, so never feel afraid to ask for a raincheck on that really involved date that the two of you planned if you just feel like relaxing at home.

- Slow dancing alone in your apartments.

- Playing board games together.

- Walking his dog with him.

- Visiting the orphanage he grew up in and watching as he reminisces; quietly pointing out all of the locations and details that were included in the childhood stories that he told you so much about.

- Star gazing together. Whenever the two of you are out late at night, he’ll point out the constellations and the moon and the different planets you can see from Earth and tell you all about them; sometimes really sweetly tilting your head so you can spot them better.

- Visiting each other at work; if you don’t work together already.

- Watching him as he whittles and receiving some of his carvings as gifts every now and again. He loves seeing them scattered around your room whenever he visits and promises to make you as many as you want when you first express how much you like them.

- Speaking of gifts: he only ever seems to give you things that you’re sure you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. Handmade creations, perfect replicas of things from your past that you’ve told him about, things that mean a lot to him that he wants to share with you, etc. You’re almost always close to tears whenever he surprises you with them; which usually prompts him to apologize like he’s done something wrong.

- Give him a gift and he turns into a kid on Christmas; no matter how small it may be. He’ll love it because it came from you; not because it’s inherently cool or expensive. Not to mention, the mere act of receiving a present helps to heal his inner child and makes him smile like nothing else.

- Adam went through a lot of repression and trauma growing up so on occasion, you’re just gonna have to comfort and be there for him: letting him know that you aren’t going to go anywhere and that’s it’s okay to react however he needs to as he gets used to the feeling of being loved and cared for.

- He obviously doesn’t talk a lot but whenever he does, he always manages to say something sweet: whether it be giving you compliments or reassurance or just telling you that he missed you; even if you were only gone for a couple of hours.

- He finds it easier to write his feelings down instead of expressing them out loud so expect a few love letters and notes to be left around your apartment whenever he has something important to say; like telling you how much he cares about you or how amazing he thinks you are.

- Surprise flowers. He favors colorful little bouquets over roses and that’s something you especially love about him; how even his preferred floral arrangement is so …him.

- Inside jokes.

- Most people in your life; rightfully, think he’s a little weird so get used to standing by your man and ignoring their rude/pointed comments. He may be weird but you love him regardless and that’s all that matters, right?

- He almost always walks with you whenever you need to go somewhere: wanting to know that you got home or to work; or wherever else you may go, safe. He’ll wake up early, stay up late, or go on break strategically just so he can be there for you. And if he really can’t make it, he’ll call you or have you call him as soon as you get home just so he knows that you’re alright. He’s a bit overdramatic but it makes you feel good to know that he cares about you so much.

- Please just bring your own jacket when you leave the house: don’t make him give you his. And no, you may not ask him to give it to you, but he’s going to do it anyways and you should know that by now. Trust me, you don’t want to walk home while watching him shake like a leaf from the cold; it’s like watching an ASPCA commercial that doesn’t end.

- He has absolutely zero shame when it comes to how in love with you he is. He openly admits to missing you; even when you spend almost all of your time together, and sprays himself with your perfume in the morning so he can smell like you for the rest of the day. Some would call him obsessive; and they’d be absolutely right, but sometimes that’s just the price of true love, baby.

- Please move some of your things into his apartment when things start to get serious between the two of you. Just seeing a stray hair tie on his bedside table makes him giddy; imagine how happy he is when you ask for one of his dresser drawers.

- The two of you share cute little routines with each other: like him waking you up every morning with a warm drink and a long soft kiss.

- He’s an avid reader so it’s no surprise that you’d borrow each others books. I have a feeling that he doesn’t annotate his own novels but he’d cherish the ones that you do; tracing your writing with a small smile before turning the page and continuing on.

- Regardless of how long the two of you have been together, he still looks at you the same way he did when he first met and fell in love with you. Your presence still manages to distract him; even if you’re doing nothing of interest, and you’ll notice him staring on more than a few occasions; merely giving you a small smile whenever you manage to catch him and fondly shaking his head when you shyly ask him “what?”.

- He rarely ever works up the nerve to ask you out loud, but every now and again he’ll nudge his head against your hand, lay his head in your lap, or ask you to “help him with his hair” and you’ll just have to realize that he wants you to run your fingers through and play with it. The contented sigh that leaves his lips and the way his eyes flutter shut never fails to make you melt; probably just as much as he’s melting in that very moment.

- Is it weird that he secretly enjoys hurting himself? Yeah, kinda. Is he a masochist? No: he just enjoys having your undivided attention and sympathy while you patch him up afterwards. He has a high pain tolerance, clumsy hands, and severe mommy issues: what more do I have to tell you?

- I already mentioned that he’s obsessed with you, right? Because he’s like really obsessed with you. Almost every thought of his involves you to some degree: whether it be seeing something on his own and instantly wanting to tell you about it or thinking about how it reminds him of you, or just plain remembering everything you tell him. At least he’ll never forget your birthday, right?

- You’re his biggest motivating factor and it never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated. You know how hard certain things are for him, and yet he still agrees to give them a chance just because he knows they’ll mean a lot to you; like going to a party or getting the heart transplant that all his doctors say he needs.

- Speaking of his heart: its one of the few things in your relationship that’s actually started an argument between the two of you and though he’s terrified of losing the love he has for you, he can’t stand the thought of not being with you for as long as possible or accidentally hurting you by refusing to get the help that he needs. It might take a while but he’ll agree to get the transplant and you’ll be with him every step of the way; making sure he’s got no other choice but to remember just how much he loves you.

- Okay fine; lets talk about his creepy behavior. Adam is kind of a stalker and he does some questionable things; things that you’re just gonna have to look past and accept if you want to be in a relationship with him. He never really had a chance to be normal and/or learn the intricacies of right and wrong so you’ll just have to be patient and understanding with him: explaining why he can’t do certain things; like breaking into your house, no matter how innocent or kind the intention behind the gesture was.

- I think a majority of the time, Adam won’t realize that somebody is trying to flirt with you, and even when he does, he’s far too shy to do anything about it; unless you’re openly uncomfortable and seemingly want his help. You’re fairly open about your disinterest in other men so it isn’t often that he feels the need to be insecure or jealous. As long as you’re safe; and as long as you’re coming home to him, he’s perfectly fine and trusting of you.

- Protective doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels about you. There’s nothing on this Earth that’s as precious to him as you are and he’ll do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that you’re okay; regardless of the situation.

- Arguments are a very rare occurrence in your relationship; mainly because the issues you have with him aren’t something you can resolve with a simple fight. He already has enough trouble as it is when it comes to being open about his emotions; and/or confessing to things he knows you wont be a fan of, so try your best to stay calm and have a civil discussion with him. Getting angry or yelling at him won’t do anything besides make him shut down and avoid you.

- He might not apologize in the way you’re expecting him to but they’re still always sincere. He never means to upset you; most of your issues stem from ignorance not malice, so he’ll always try his best to make it up to you.

- Side note: Adam is a very “no love lost” type of person. Even if you’re both mad at each other and not on the best of terms, he still wants the best for you and wants to make sure that you’re okay. You can hate him all you want; though he’d prefer it if you didn’t, he’s still going to look out for you and help you out whenever he can.

- Even though he struggles to tell you he loves you out loud, you never feel as though he doesn’t. He shows you he cares through his actions and confesses his love for you on paper. Words have never been his strong suit but if they’re yours then feel free to shower him in as many “I love you’s” as possible: he never gets tired of hearing you say it and if you’re patient with him, you’ll definitely hear him say it back one day.

- The two of you cherish every moment you have with each other and though your time together may be short, you’ll love him for the rest of your life and he’ll love you for the last of his.

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There was a particularly harsh pain that came with watching the one person you were dating fall in love with someone else.

At first, Atem thought nothing of it. Yugi always spent time with their friends—and specifically, he’d known Tea for the longest. They’d been friends since they were children and Atem wouldn’t get in the way of that.

He began noticing things that were off about it, though. Yugi would stop inviting Atem to hang out with them whenever he went out. His heart ached as he felt himself being pushed away from all of them.

He remembered one day, while Yugi was at work, Joey had invited him to hang out one-on-one. Atem was hit with a surge of happiness, rushing around the bedroom to get dressed. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d hung out with any of them.

He waved to Solomon on his way out, quickly briefing him on what he was doing and when he’d be back before blowing through the game shop door. He glanced both ways, then jogged across the street to where Joey was waiting for him.

“Hey, pal!” He exclaimed, opening his arms wide. Atem beamed and lunged forward, hugging him tightly. The security of the embrace was comforting, as always—but it made Atem extra emotional.

Stepping back, Atem peered up at him with a bright and cheery grin, “Hello. It’s been far too long since we’ve seen each other.”

“I know,” Joey laughed, looking over at the game shop. “Seems like a long time since I’ve seen Yug’.”

Atem rolled his eyes at his typical joking manner, “You saw him last week.”

Joey’s expression faltered as he turned back to Atem, “What? I didn’t see him last week.”

“You didn’t?” Atem frowned, brows furrowing with confusion. “Yugi told me he was hanging out with you guys.”

Joey shook his head, “I didn’t know about plans—and I was talking to Tristan. He hasn’t been out with Yugi, either. I think it’s been a month since we’ve gone out with the whole group?”

Atem’s stomach dropped. Yugi had gone out once a week, claiming that he had plans with their friends. Had he been lying to him this whole time? Had he been lying straight to his face about where he was going, and what he was doing?

Joey could see the realization dawning on Atem’s face and immediately became concerned, “Is that what he’s told you?”

Atem nodded frantically, his lips pressed into a thin line. He felt like he couldn’t say anything with the lump forming in his throat. Tears were blurring his throat because why would Yugi lie to him? Why would Yugi purposely hurt him like that; keep brushing him off and ignoring his questions about his plans?

“I don’t understand,” He whispered, his gaze darting everywhere as he tried to focus and soothe his rapidly rising nerves, or think of some explanation to justify the distance between them.

In the corner of his eye, he saw two vaguely familiar people walking down the street. He snuck a peek and doing that much was enough to make his heart shatter into a bunch of tiny pieces.

Furious, burning hot tears streamed down his face. Joey’s eyes widened and he peered over his shoulder to see what set off Atem. Once he spotted them, though, he pulled Atem against his chest, blocking his view of the couple.

Atem had felt himself drifting further and further away from Yugi over the course of the past month. He hoped that it was for a good reason; something that would make up for all of the ignorance and tension that strained their relationship.

Spending all of his time with Tea wasn’t a good excuse.

Neither of them spotted their own friends across the street. Cars sped past, blocking most of their appearance from their view.

Yugi and Tea carried on, both laughing and holding onto each other. They were the perfect vision of a couple; Tea hanging off of Yugi’s arms in one of her cutest dresses, while Yugi was dressed in his nicer clothes.

Best friends hung out. Best friends did things together. Best friends went out to breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

But, best friends never went behind their partners’ backs and went on what was very apparently a date. Anyone would assume as much from them, and Atem wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t correct them, either.

Atem could barely hear Joey’s apologies above him. He buried his face in his shirt, clutching him for dear life. He was afraid that if he let go, he’d do something he’d regret; something along the lines of lashing out on them.

Yugi had lied to him.

That was enough to make Atem wish that he’d never fallen in love with him—and this was enough to send him falling out of it.

🐙: Here’s a random smut draft that I never got around to finishing ;D

Yugi didn’t like being ignored.

But, he especially didn’t like being ignored by his boyfriend.

Atem was laying sprawled out across the bed on his stomach, his fingers dancing over his phone screen. Ever since he discovered the game section, he’d been addicted. His current favorite game was to connect colorful dots—which, Yugi had played and beaten before. Atem was determined to do the same and complete each level perfectly.

On the other hand, it was frustrating when Yugi wanted attention and Atem was busy with the game. He was so entranced by it that Yugi could swear that the man had no idea he was even sitting in the same room as him.

Yugi had came in to see if Atem wanted to go out with their friends, but upon seeing him, he quickly realized that dragging him out of the house would likely be impossible. Instead, he sat down at their desk and decided to just watch Atem; to see when he finally noticed him there. So far, fifteen minutes had gone by.

Atem sighed and shifted onto his knees, putting his ass in the air while he continued to keep his chest bowed to play the game. Blood rushed equally to Yugi’s face and crotch at the sight of him. That couldn’t be comfortable… Surely, he wasn’t going to stay like that for too long, right?

Wrong. He stayed in that position for thirty minutes, occasionally wiggling his ass and sighing softly. Yugi could feel himself getting aroused, straining against the fabric of his boxers and pants. There was something off about this. Atem should’ve noticed him by now—and he wouldn’t contort his body like that for such a long period of time without good reason; without Yugi behind him or guiding him.

Finally, Yugi cleared his throat and concluded aloud, “You’re doing this on purpose.”

Atem turned his head and smiled at him innocently, completely unfazed by his appearance, “Whatever could you mean?”

“Really?” Yugi scoffed and not-so-subtly palmed his bulge through layers of clothing. “Is one game not enough for you?”

Batting his lashes, his lower lip jutted out into a pout, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to play this game—“ He gestured to his phone, “—and relax.”

Yugi glared at him, “Brat.“

“Am I?” Atem sat up on his calves and tilted his head with a cheeky grin. “I don’t think I am.”

“You are,” Yugi insisted, continuing to please himself through his attire.

“Well, are you going to keep sitting there or are you going to do something about it?” Atem taunted as he reached for his phone. “Honestly, you’re wasting my time.”

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