#don’t even get me started on platonic dynamics I love
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Sorry if you’ve already put this somewhere and I didn’t see, but what’re your favourite ships?? :3
Women
#ask reply#OK BUT FR#tbh I’m not huge on shipping like others are so I don’t like have a legit list#but I have some faves#love Jolymes#love Gappy x Yasuho#love Kira x Shinobu#idk if I ship anything in spiderverse#I think Denji and Asa are cute from csm#those are the big ones that come to mind#but I probably have a ton of ships I like neutrally#don’t even get me started on platonic dynamics I love#I hope I’ve answered your question well enough#if I went into more detail we’d be here all day 😭
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I’ve never really seen anyone talking about this, but I noticed that one of the main reasons why I am team green is because team green feels like an actual team that is this whole thing together.
Team Green feels connected, united, like a family.
Team Black on the other hand is… meh.
And let me explain why:
Rhaenyra being delusional and thinking that Daemon is actually in love with her when he literally just groomed her since she was a child because he has always been after her title and now wants to be her king consort. They have one of the most toxic, creepy and problematic relationships in the entire fucking show.
Then there is the very awkward and uncomfortable moment of Rhaenyra and Daemon having sex on Laena’s funeral, while Rhaenys, Corlys, Baela, Rhaena and Laenor are mourning the loss of their daughter, mother and sister. How fucking disrespectful is this. And then the fact that they have Laenor “killed” just so they can get married and have their own perfectly blonde targaryen babies.
And Rhaenyra lying about Jace, Luke and Joff to everyone in her very own “team”, trying to gaslight not only Corlys, and Rhaenys but also her own sons into thinking they are trueborn, when even Jace himself. as a child, starts asking questions.
Then there are obviously Rhaenys and Corlys, who for some fucking reason neglected their trueborn granddaughters in favor of some dark haired white bastards their daughter-in-law is trying to pass off as their son’s children. Rhaenys is trying sooo hard to please her misogynistic husband because he so desperately wants his name to go down in history. Then the disrespectful betrothal of Jace and Luke to Baela and Rhaena. Rhaenyra is literally robbing these poor girls of their rightful claim to Driftmark and usurping them. And now, with Luke being dead, Rhaena’s claim dies with him.
Baela and Rhaena losing their mother, and now their father suddenly remarries, and has two blonde boys. Rhaenys losing BOTH her children and then seeing her son-in-law and daughter-in-law getting married soon after that.
Everyone in team black is after their own ambitions. They lie to each other, they don’t trust each other, they suspect each other in different things, they cheat on each other (with each other) and lie about it, they give each other forced ultimatums, and yada yada. All their scenes feel forced, tense, awkward and uncomfortable. They look so miserable with each other.
Team Green in this sense is the exact opposite.
Although their dynamic is far from perfect, obviously, you cannot deny that they care about each other very very deeply.
Alicent loves all of her children, and even while acknowledging their flaws, she still loves them.
Aemond might’ve been a little envious of Aegon, but he would never turn his back on him. He would never betray his brother, be would never try to take his crown from him.
Aegon was far from being a perfect man and king, but, as we know, it was his love for his family, and the fear of them getting hurt that made him a more responsible person and a more protective father, husband and brother. Sure, he is a cheater, but at least he’s honest about it and doesn’t lie to his wife. He is not a hypocrite.
Criston is working for Alicent not for ambition or for self-gain, but because he genuinely loves her, whether it’s romantic or platonic, doesn’t matter.
Helaena would never betray her family, her brothers, her mother. They are all she has. She would never switch sides even if given an opportunity.
And even Otto, arguably one of the main villains of the whole show, still loves his family. Sure, he is ambitious, but he would never become Corlys level of ambitious.
Team Green feels like they are fighting against the enemy all together, they have the same goals, they feel united and you can feel their devotion to each other. Especially after blood and cheese, when they become closer than ever. They’re in this together and only if they stick to each other, they can make it. It feels genuine and honest. They don’t hide anything from each other, they always have their loved ones’ best interests at heart, they would never in a million years betray each other. Yes, they are all doomed from the start, but their dedication and love to each other is truly something else.
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protective
arsenal x reader
some family dynamics with reader and the team
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You signed your first professional football contract when you were seventeen with Arsenal. Ever since then, your teammates became very protective of you. You were assigned to live with Lia, who instantly took you under her wing.
At the time, Lia and Caitlin had been together and became your team parents. They would make sure you’ve packed everything you needed for away games, packed you lunches, whatever parents did and you very much enjoyed the attention. Even when you went on loan for a season all the way to California for Angel City, they made sure to get Christen’s phone number to make sure you were bing taken care of.
What you hated though, was how protective they were of you and that protectiveness passed onto the rest of your Arsenal teammates and when you were called up to the Lionesses, Leah and Beth’s protectiveness passed onto the rest of your national teammates.
Fast forward four years later, you’re now twenty-one, still living with Lia, minus Caitlin. You loved to call yourself a child of divorce, the ex-couple finding it amusing.
Right now, you and Lia were walking into Emirates Stadium to get ready for the match. You walk over to your cubby right next to you other mom.
“Hey, babes. Did you take a nap?” Caitlin pulls you into a hug, kissing the side of your head. You only nod, still feeling the sleepiness.
You get ready in your game kit, putting your warm up shirt over. Grabbing your hairbrush and some hair ties, you walk over to where Steph is, sitting on the ground between her legs, where she starts doing your hair, no questions asked, on of the perks of being the team baby.
Running onto the pitch, you start to warm up, partnering with Kyra. Couple minutes in, the fans started cheering, louder than any cheer you’ve heard just during warmups.
“Hey, isn’t that the girl you’re always watching?”
“What? Like I’m some stalker?” Your eyes wide, not sure what Lia meant when she walked up to you.
“No, like movies and that show she did. What was it? Wednesday or something?”
You look up to where she’s pointing on the big screen, seeing none other than Jenna Ortega. Your eyes instantly lights up, not knowing she would be at your match, or even in England.
Before your teammates knew it, you were up in the stands giving her a big hug.
“That doesn’t look like a very platonic hug, doesn’t it?” Katie asks Caitlin.
With her brows furrowed, she walks over to her ex-girlfriend asking if she’s seeing the same thing.
“She needs a good talking to.”
“Her or the girl?”
“We’ll talk to our kid and make Leah talk to the girl.”
“Ah. Good thinking.”
Walking towards where you were on the stands, they both call you over, saying it’s time to go back through the tunnel.
“Well, those are my mums. I’ll see you after the game so don’t go anywhere.”
You give Jenna a crooked grin. She lifts a hand up to cup your cheek, giving it a little pinch.
“You’re too cute. I’ll be sure to stay here.”
“Okay. See you later!”
Giving her a quick hug, you run off to Caitlin and Lia, them wrapping an arm each around you.
“Who was that?”
“Yeah, when’d you get a girlfriend?”
Your eyes go wide and purposefully ignore the questions, running away from them.
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The match starts with Arsenal’s possession. Everything’s been all back and forth so far.
Meanwhile, Leah makes her way to the stands where your very popular guest is sitting.
“Mind if I sit here?” Leah asks, pointing at the empty seat next to the brunette.
“No, go ahead.”
Getting comfortable, the two watch the match, not really acknowledging each other. Leah, the great speaker that she is, is having a hard time to give the apparent girlfriend of her little cub the ‘talk’.
“How rude of me. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Leah.”
“Jenna.” She shakes Leah’s hand that was held out to her.
“It’s very nice to meet you Jenna.”
“You as well.”
“Okay. Now, I saw that you know our baby gunner over there.”
“Y/N?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, yeah. We’re close.”
“How close would you say is close?”
“I’m not comfortable sharing things about my private life.”
“Uh, how do I put this, I have been given a job by her mums to basically find out more about you.”
“You know her moms?”
“Well team mums. I’m like the big sister, so I guess I’m trying to give you the ‘talk’ which is not going so well right now.”
“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought you were a fan.”
“It’s all good. The whole team is just very protective of Y/N. We’ve known her since she was seventeen and filled in familial roles for her.”
The two were chatting it up, Leah getting to know the actress and paying attention to the match going on. Disappointment ran through both Leah and Jenna when the opposition scored in the twenty-fifth minute.
After that, everything’s been going back and forth, not much else happening. The Arsenal fans were losing hope once the ninetieth minute came. However, on the ninety-second minute, you stole the ball from your opponent, dribbling around her. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. You kicked the ball through their legs and shot a banger right passed the keeper’s gloves, equalizing the match.
You ran towards where Jenna was seated, seeing Leah next to her, but not thinking much of it, and sent a kiss her way, making her blush. Leah pretends to grab it and put it into her pocket making you laugh as you celebrate with the team.
Just two minutes after that, you sent a pass to Alessia, who makes it into the back of the net, giving you the lead. You run up to her and jump into her arms, screaming. The final whistle blows not long after, sending the fans cheering.
Leah as Jenna to follow her as she was going to the pitch, wanting to celebrate with her teammates. You, on the other hand, went to where Jenna was seated, not seeing her anymore, when hands cover your eyes.
“I can’t see!”
“You’re so cute.” You recognize the voice making your turn to face her.
“Jenna! I thought you left!” You wrap your arms around her waist, hers around your neck, standing up straight, her legs lifting off the ground because of your much taller form.
“I told you I wouldn’t.” You let her go, but keep your hands on her waist.
“Babes, you’re needed for an interview.” You tune to your right to see Lia and Caitlin.
“Ugh.” You throw your head back, not wanting to do an interview.
“Off you go. Don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”
“Wait for me again?” You ask Jenna, getting a nod in response.
Once you leave, Caitlin and Lia step closer to Jenna.
“Hi, I’m Lia, this is Caitlin. What are your intentions with Y/N?”
“Well, when she’s done, I intend to take her to this restaurant she’s been wanting to try, but not without me, so I’ve reserved a seat for us there. And for the future, the same thing I’ve been doing which is to be patient and love her all the same, even more.”
“Woah, you’re good.” Caitlin didn’t expect that response.
“Yeah, I’ve tried to give her the talk, very likable person she is.”
“Hey, guys! What are we talking about?” You join back with them after your interview.
“Your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend? I-uh-d-don’t have a-a—”
“They figured it out.” Jenna interrupts your stuttered response.
“Fine. I have a girlfriend. It’s so cool right!” You give everyone your famous bright smile.
Caitlin and Lia wrap an arm each around you, walking towards the tunnel.
“We still have to give you the talk thought.”
“What? No, please don’t!”
#woso x reader#greynatomy#woso#woso imagines#woso imagine#arsenal#gooner#gunner#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader
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on my mind.
PAIRING... skater!niki x skater!reader | GENRE… figure skating! au, romance, angst, fluff, unconditional love.? | WC... 0.6k | “please, let me know what’s wrong.”
you don’t care that niki spends a lot more time with his girlfriend.
you don’t care that all of your fans are in denial and still ship the two of you together.
you don’t care that haerin posts even more of her and niki online in response to said fans.
what you do care about is the change. the change in your practices, your dynamic, your relationship with niki.
you can’t just hug him whenever you want. you can’t borrow any of his clothes when you forget your own. you can’t be truly yourself around him anymore, constantly holding yourself back.
you knew your relationship wasn’t exactly normal, but it worked. it’s what gave you guys years of success and what you thought would last.
but you miss his playful pranks, his sweet hugs, and most of all, the look of pure affection in his eyes. it’s not that he wouldn’t, that he didn’t want to. niki would do anything you asked in a heartbeat. but you knew with his girlfriend and being in a relationship, it couldn’t be the same.
you missed your friend. both on and off the ice.
so much to the point where you actually stalked the two of you online. for the first time, you let outside influence get to you.
you were surprised by the amount of support for the two of you (and the most random ship names and edits).
all the photos, videos of your performances, and the old comments niki used to post on your posted photos— always borderline romantic but something you two always brushed off as platonic—it all came back.
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the two of you were madly in love as well.
but you did. and the two of you probably never would be.
so you call it a day and make a promise to never look up your name with his again.
you surely kept that promise, until the next morning pre-practice you couldn’t help but see your phone blow up.
all the links and posts people were tagging you in didn’t help.
even worse was seeing articles online stating that nishimura riki was reportedly leaving you to partner up with his current girlfriend, kang haerin.
your coach greets you with a smile, clapping her hands. “let’s get to work! where’s niki?”
you shrug, right as you hear scuffling onto the ice.
“sorry i’m late,” niki’s breathless voice makes you swallow. “lost track of the time.”
you (clearly) already knew what he was doing and who he was with.
still, you avoid his gaze. during warm up you barely speak to him, and of course he notes it.
after an awkward and silent practice, your coach leaves the two of you alone. almost like she knew there was something going on with the tension between you.
after every performance—most practices even—niki would hug you and press a kiss to your temple. it was a habit, a good luck charm and a warm goodbye until the next day.
but this time you start to leave before he even gets the chance to. niki catches up to you, taking your hand.
“hey, what’s going on?” you dislike how concerned he sounds.
“i don’t know, shouldn’t you know?” you coolly respond to your partner.
“i don’t. could you please tell me dear?”
you ignore him—his term of affection was not going to work on you this time.
niki was so stubborn. and so were you. ever since the first day you guys were assigned partners and were obviously not happy, he was stubborn. it took a long time to get the both of you to warm up to each other.
so he takes your other hand, grip tight so you’re forced to face him.
he calls out your name. “please, let me know what’s wrong.”
you sigh. why was seeing him everyday, always having to act like this, so tiring now?
you let go of his hands, looking down at the ice as your blade scrapes up bits and pieces.
“niki, we need to talk.”
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heard you were desperate for requests!
im oriented aroace and i'd LOVE to see a hobie x spider!reader where they're not dating or putting labels on it, they're just in a mutually loving and supportive symbiosis. everyone in the spiderverse keeps trying to figure out if they're in a relationship or not and are incredibly confused that hobie will straight up kiss the reader's neck and they'll give him massages at work but they refuse to say they're a couple
where you and hobie have the most loving connection, but don’t label it
hobie brown x gn!reader
u just like me fr i miss when u could platonically kiss people, was that just me ?
warnings: none
pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader
requests: OPEN
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so you two have a completely unlabelled dynamic that benefits the both of you w the untethered love you can just casually give out without really giving a second thought
there might be something romantic, there might not be- you’re not naming it anything at all
it’s completely natural for the two of you to hold hands, kiss, comfort each other and generally just be there whenever the two of you need it
you’re not afraid of PDA, especially if hobie’s involved. you physically cannot shy away from PDA, the man simply won’t allow it
naturally, speculation will start over your guys’ relationship and the exact details
are you dating ? is it something less or more ? is this a prank ?
but those questions remain unanswered
hobie will either shrug or say something along the lines of “we’re just there for each other,” or if he’s feeling a bit snarky he’s like “wouldn’t you like to know” but that fucker knows what you’ve got going on don’t got a label at all, just the way he likes it
again, you two will straight up refuse to confirm or deny questions about your relationship- it’s no one’s business but yours and you both are completely comfortable remaining unlabelled but loving as fuck
cause why do we even need to label that at all ? stop limiting love u fucks
hobie views it as people tryna dictate your relationship sometimes and he doesn’t give it the time of day
actual benefits of this dynamic ? spontaneous affection whenever you need it, words of affirmation.. hobie’s capable of being real loving i think
almost always has an arm around you, especially around spider society
within HQ there’s always an arm around your shoulder or maybe you guys hold hands, he likes to playfully tug you along with him randomly while you hold hands
like you could literally just be following a group together and for some reason he’s pulling at your hand as if you’re walking the wrong way, y’know he’s smiling too while he does it
you two are probably way too comfortable around HQ, too
especially since you guys don’t really label your relationship as anything, so you don’t see why you should hide certain actions if they’re not inherently romantic, y’know ?
spider-people can literally find hobie chilling in ur lap whenever in headquarters while he fixes his makeup or you fix it for him
you can swear on ur life it’s just a more practical way to do it, or that you’re just lending a hand
dozens of spider-people are so sure you’re dating, it’s split evenly down the middle
the other half think ur gross and need to get a room
there’s probably one or two hobie x you fanatics out there (pav, it’s pav. probably peter b too, loves young love)
you guys don’t help your case when you get back from missions and hobie’s massaging your hands from swinging all day- if you’ve got organic webs he’s working away the kinks in your wrists too
hopefully he’s wearing a mask to hide that concentrated, idle look he’s wearing that’s somehow charming
the speculators are even further convinced when you’re eating one of those miguel burgers in the cafeteria and hobie appears from literally nowhere, bends down to kiss you on the side of your neck while he snatches some of your food and then walks off
daylight robbery
now everyone at the table is perplexed, including you when you realise he just stole ur fucking chips
in meetings you two are fucking insufferable i just know it
if you’re more sensible, you can probably distract hobie by letting him draw on your hands during the meeting
if not, you two always sit together and are so bothersome (ily)
plz stop snickering in the back miguel cant take this stress in his old age
naps around spider-society are top tier
make like a web hammock suspended from anything and you two are sharing it, out like a light
hobie loves it cause he’s simultaneously shitting on the establishment while he gets to bask in the comfort you two share
probably a community game about the locations people have found you guys slacking
loves it when he can come back from a mission and kiss you casually before telling you all about it, pulling you away from everyone else with an arm around your neck
you are not spared from his typical hobie-ness however, still preaches anarchism to you on the daily while saying the most outrageous punk statements like you guys don’t share a bed every other day
he just incorporated compliments into it somehow to be supportive
“you’d make a great anarchist” thanks man
miguel will claim you guys cause a hostile work environment and all hobie’s gotta say is “i don’t believe in hostile work environments” before walking off w you to go set a miguel burger on fire or smthn
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if hobie drew on me i’m getting that shit tattooed i’m just sayin
#across the spiderverse#headcanon#spider man: across the spider verse#hobie brown#atsv hobie#imagine#oneshot#ask#gender netural#gender neutral reader#gn reader#hobie x y/n#hobie x reader#hobie x gn!reader#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x gn!reader#spider punk
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this night together - chapter seven (j.yh + s.mg)
chapter seven: any time now
chapter summary: things are finally back to normal, but how long can that really last?
warnings: references to a/b/o dynamics such as heat and knotting and designations, general reader horny thoughts, masturbation
notes: major love for everyone who's been so patient while i worked on this chapter and this fic in general. i've been going through it recently, but hopefully this is a little fun one before we get back to the smut and angst ♡
pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader.......... but we're also featuring some alpha!seonghwa x reader, omega!wooyoung x reader (platonic)
genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory
word count: 9.7K
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“No, no I’m telling you,” Hongjoong asserts, his eyes full of passion as he leans across the table, “Bowie was the greatest artist of our time. Period.”
It's at this exact moment that you can see Seonghwa’s eyes go fuzzy as he realizes he’s introduced two of the more argumentative and passionate people he’s ever met to each other, and now he has to live with the consequences. And it’s not even like you and Hongjoong disagree, in reality you’re mostly just agreeing with each other - just loudly and with excitable hand gestures.
You start going down the deep rabbit hole of Hongjoong’s musical preferences again and Seonghwa starts to look for a natural place to cut in, you can see it on his face, but you’re too focused on debating which of Bowie’s albums is actually the greatest of all time to even care. It’s only the second time you’ve met him, but it clicked with him quickly, and despite barely knowing him, here you are.
“Favorite era?” Hongjoong recaptures your attention and you lean back in your seat.
“This is hard,” You admit.
“Mhm,” Hongjoong takes a sip of his drink and leans forward on the table, “there’s a right answer.”
“Are we talking style or music?” You counter back.
“You two,” Seonghwa groans, “I’m getting a headache,”
“Shush,” Hongjoong slaps his friend’s arm softly, “you wanted us to be friends, right?”
“At what cost,” Seonghwa smirks as he knocks back his drink.
“Style or music,” You repeat, nudging Hongjoong.
“Style,” He narrows his eyes.
“Thin white duke,” You answer with zero hesitation.
“Oh,” Seonghwa laughs, “you would,”
“What?” You laugh, “What could that possibly say about me?”
Seonghwa shrugs but Hongjoong nods, “He’s right,”
“Sure,” You roll your eyes.
“You like a man in a suit, that’s what it says,” Hongjoong laughs, “but I would have picked Berlin era.”
“So we both like a man in a suit,” You nod at him.
“You got me there,” He laughs, running a hand through his shock of blue hair.
“I never hear music like that anymore,” You comment and Hongjoong smiles.
“I’d love to produce something like that,” He admits, “but you need someone with a much stronger vocal range for that.”
Seonghwa nods along, and it’s clear it’s not the first time he’s heard this sentiment from Hongjoong.
“Stronger than the idols KQ has now?” You ask, your eyebrow raised.
He nods, “It’s not that they’re not good, everyone’s very talented and I enjoy working with them… but the chance to work with someone one in a million is different,”
“I could see that,” You concede. You don’t know much about music production or vocal performance, but you know a one in a million voice when you hear it.
“You won’t have to wait long from the buzz I’m hearing,” Seonghwa drops his voice to a bit of a hushed tone even though there’s considerable space between your table and anyone else.
“I’m not holding my breath,” Hongjoong says, “I don’t want to get my hopes up,”
“I know it’s a longshot,” Seonghwa offers, “but I’m hearing good things,”
“Me too,” Hongjoong says, “but nothing’s on paper yet, so you know how these things go.”
“So…” You give them a pointed expression.
“Right,” Seonghwa leans in, “KQ is currently courting a big name from a group that just disbanded,”
“To take on a senior group?”
“No,” Hongjoong shakes his head, “just one of the members, as a solo artist.”
“Oh,” You drop your voice, “who?”
“You can’t say anything,” Seonghwa makes a hand gesture as if to say you’re dead if you do, “but Choi Jongho,”
The pause between the three of you seems weighty, but you don’t know him and you have to admit it with a little shrug, “I’ve never heard of him,”
“What?” Hongjoong shakes his head in disbelief, “I mean that’s crazy,”
“I don’t keep up with it as much as you’d think,”
“I mean,” Hongjoong blinks, “he’s the one in a million, he’s the voice.”
“I believe you,” You nod quickly, “I just don’t know him.”
“Well,” He sighs, “hopefully you will. If our CEO can close the deal,”
“You really want to produce for him that badly? He’s that good?” You ask.
“Without question,” He sighs, “I would kill to write him some R&B,”
“Oh, now there’s a thought,” You lean in.
“You just need so much more vocal texture,” Hongjoong explains, “but if you heard him, you’d get it.”
You nod along.
Hongjoong sighs and leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair again, the silver of his many rings catching in the overhead light, “If he signs we could get an album together for early next year,”
“You really want to work with him that badly?” You nod, “He must be amazing.”
“He is,” Hongjoong hums, “so cross your fingers.”
You do and show him your hand, “Done,”
The server passes by your table and smoothly passes the check towards Seonghwa, but Hongjoong intercepts it with practiced ease and slips his heavier credit card into the billfold before returning it to the server’s waiting hands.
“Thank you,” The server nods, “I’ll be right back with this.”
“Thank you, Joong,” Seonghwa smiles, “next time on me,”
Hongjoong waves his hand and you realize it’s much the same as the last dinner. You wonder just how well producers are paid if this is his casual attitude towards a bill for three people eating rich cuts of meat and having crafted cocktails, but judging from Hongjoong’s lack of concern at the check’s total, he’s paid pretty well.
“Thank you, Hongjoong,” You echo.
“Of course,” Hongjoong smiles, and then the bill is back in his hands to sign off before you’re all up and away out the door.
You walk a little ways with them, in the direction of a much busier block so you can catch a taxi home, all the while Hongjoong and Seonghwa chat about people you’ve yet to meet at the company and old times. They’ve been friends for years, you could gather that even without the download of information Seonghwa gave you after your first dinner out with them. They have an easy way about them that makes you smile, and even though you’re not in on any of these stories or jokes, it still feels comfortable. They both exude cool, in their style and the way they walk and talk, their handsome smiles and the cut of their clothes, but they never stray too far into pretension and it makes you like them both all the more.
When Hongjoong checks his phone briefly as he walks and hums quietly, Seonghwa makes a disappointed noise with his tongue against his teeth.
“What?” Hongjoong glances up.
“Stop thinking about work,” Seonghwa interrupts his brain, “it’s ten o’clock,”
“Normally I’m still working, you know,” Hongjoong tucks his phone away and makes a face.
“You do that to yourself, Joong,” Seonghwa comments.
“I know, I know,” He shrugs, “there’s nothing wrong with working hard.” He swivels his head to you at the same time Seonghwa does.
“Don’t look at me,” You throw up your hands in surrender, “I can’t help you, Hwa, I’m at the studio late every day.”
“I have to stop attracting friends who do nothing but work,” Seonghwa says, but he smiles despite his words.
“Speaking of work,” Hongjoong grins conspiratorially at you, “he said you’re on the choreography team for the new tracks,”
“Yes,” You catch Seonghwa’s pleased eye, “I’m assisting with it,”
“How do you like the title song?” He asks.
“I think it’s an earworm,” You admit, “I’ve been hearing it in my head for days,”
“Not too commercial?” He asks.
“I said it was going to be popular,” Seonghwa groans, “not that it’s commercial,”
“I’m just asking,” Hongjoong throws a hand out to his side to smack Seonghwa’s arm.
“It’s not,” You shake your head vehemently, “it’s just good, and catchy as hell,”
“I can’t wait to see what your team does with it,” Hongjoong admits with a sigh, “I’m proud of this album,”
“I’m looking forward to hearing the whole thing,”
“When it’s finished you should come to the listening party,” He offers, his steps slowing as you make it to the curb of the busier street.
“I would love to,” You smile, and Seonghwa nods.
“You’ll be alright to get home?” Hongjoong asks, turning towards you.
“Absolutely,”
“Let me,” Seonghwa steps past you to the edge of the sidewalk and raises an arm out to beckon a taxi over, and a yellow cab flicks its occupied light on and smoothly cuts over to the side lane.
“Thanks, Hwa,”
“Come out again soon?” Hongjoong asks, “I didn’t even get to my thoughts on 90s music,”
“Anytime,” You smile as Seonghwa opens up the taxi door for you.
“I’ll send you some albums,” He adds.
“I love it,” You nod and move to the open door, catching Seonghwa’s eye as you do.
“See you tomorrow,” He says as you slide into your seat.
“Tomorrow,”
He waits for you to swing your legs inside the car and then shuts the door tight, tapping on the hood and backing away to stand next to Hongjoong. He waves, and as the taxi pulls away they turn to walk back the way you came.
Things stay perfectly in this new status quo for weeks, your life so much fuller and richer than the first few months you worked at KQ and tried to find inroads of friendship. Now you have dinner from time to time with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, drinks with your new dance troupe trio, workouts with San, coffee breaks with Wooyoung, and a growing sense of normalcy with Yunho and Mingi as you get back to work with them.
You’re just starting to get comfortable when your phone reminds you that normal never lasts.
As ever, things change.
The shift starts with the first real peace offering you get from Yunho, weeks after the first night back in the studio with them. You’re buried in your phone trying to map out the dates of your next heat, paying exactly zero attention to your surroundings as you go through the app on your phone that tracks out your cycle symptoms. One that sends you painfully patronizing push notifications like - Hey girlie! Your heat is scheduled to start anytime in the next two weeks! Be sure to drink lots of water!! - complete with a panting red faced emoji. The last person you really want to see at this second is Yunho, or Mingi for that matter, and to be reminded of everything that happened a few months ago, but you’re never quite so lucky.
Yunho’s hand enters your eyeline, dropping a coffee on the table in front of you and you jump at the sudden break in your concentration as you snap your phone lock on and let it slip through your fingers.
“Sorry,” He smiles, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay,” You take a steadying breath as you watch him reach for your phone that skid across the floor, “I was just lost in thought,”
“Mm,” He passes the phone back to you and you’re infinitely grateful for your panic response that locked the phone and darkened the screen to save you any more embarrassment, “is everything okay? You seem a little stressed,”
“I’m good,” You assure him.
Adjusting the cap on his head he gestures to the coffee, “Well, either way you looked like you could use one of these,”
“Thank you,” You smile, trying to let the moment be normal. You had missed him bringing you little things. Before your heat he was always checking up on you, delivering water bottles and protein bars and iced americanos. You can’t help but comment on it as you lift the coffee and give it a shake, “it’s been a while,”
“I know,” He grimaces, “I’m sorry,”
“Don’t be,” You brush him off, “I just meant it’s nice, I’m really glad we’re friends again.”
He swallows a little tightly, glancing to his side, and you know being vulnerable like this isn’t really his favorite thing but he’s trying, “I am sorry though,” he says finally, “Mingi and I shouldn’t have let things get so weird. That was… I mean, this is work. We shouldn’t have let it interfere like that, we should have just talked to you.”
“Me too,” You murmur, letting him off the hook, “it goes both ways.”
“Yeah,” He breathes, and then his eyes come up, “but friends? That’s what you want?”
“Of course,” You nod quickly, the sharp idea of going back to barely talking or looking at each other making you queasy, and the past few weeks of working together with them has felt like a weight off your shoulders.
There’s a beat between you, and a noise to your right as the door to the break room opens and bodies spill in. Someone shouts your name, but your eyes are holding so tightly to Yunho that you don’t even know who it was, you don’t really care. You need to know that he’s on the same page.
Yunho nods finally and smiles, “Good, okay, friends,”
Mingi crashes into him from the side with an arm slung over his shoulders and his face lit up in a bright smile, “Hey,”
“Hi,” You smile, watching as Yunho crosses his arms loosely and lets Mingi stay clinging onto him. You catch Mingi’s eyes, “You’re in a good mood today,”
“I guess so,” He shrugs, “it’s a good day,”
The chair to your side moves and your head snaps over to see San flopping down, a freshly mixed protein smoothie in hand, “You’re late,” he comments and you snap a look to your watch.
Fifteen minutes late to your training with him, and you grimace, “Shit, I’m sorry,”
“It’s cool, I’ll just have to remember this when you’re begging to get out of the last set,” His eyebrows quirk up at you playfully.
Mingi makes a quiet noise and when you look back up at him he’s pouting, “You never let me give you training tips,”
“That’s because you hate the gym,” You laugh.
His nose crinkles, “True,”
Yunho laughs at the exchange and shrugs Mingi off and he looks like he’s about to add something to the conversation, but the door opens again and Dahan and Yujin cut their way through the dining area.
Yujin catches your eye and smiles, “Ready for today?”
You nod and try not to seem too terrified, “Definitely,”
“See you at four,” She says, brushing past your table and heading for the coffee stations at the far side of the room.
You let out a shaky breath, one you didn’t know you were holding quite so tightly in your chest and Yunho’s brow knits together, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” You assure him, “it’s just a big day for me,”
“The meeting?” He asks, referring to the session later today where you and the rest of the crew will meet with the girl group members for the first time. You’ve been elected to run them through some of the point choreography, and while everyone will be working together, you’re first and that level of spotlight makes you buzz with anxiety.
“Yeah,” You shrug, trying to stay casual about it, “it’s not that big of a deal, I know, but I’m still nervous,”
“You’ve been working like crazy,” San cuts in, smoothing a hand over your fidgeting fingers to calm you down, “you’re going to be fine, when have you ever choked?”
“You’re right,” You breathe, pulling your hand back and pushing your hair away from your face, “Yujin and Dahan are just very good.” You don’t elaborate, but the idea of teaching choreography in front of them makes your heart thump loudly in your chest.
“You’re very good,” Mingi dismisses instantly with a noise in his throat.
“Thanks, Mingi,”
“It’s first time jitters,” Yunho smiles, “I get them every time we do something new,”
“You do?” Your eyebrows shoot high.
“Mhm,” He nods, “actually, I have an idea,”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go for a run,” Yunho checks his watch and then nods.
“Yunho,” You glance to San, “I don’t know,”
“It clears my head every time, trust me,” He presses, “something about running outside… it’s definitely going to get you out of your head.”
“Go,” San nods, brushing off your unspoken concern about ditching him.
“You don’t mind?” You check with him.
“Nah,” He grins, pushing himself up to stand and offering you a hand to help you to your feet too, “I’ll just go bother Wooyoung,”
“I’m sure he’ll thank me for that,” You laugh.
“He should be so grateful,” San brushes your arm lightly with his fingers and then gives you a warm smile, “but you go, relax, and text me later.”
“I will,” You nod, and he jogs off.
You twist back to Yunho and Mingi at the sound of a throat clearing and Mingi shifts from foot to foot, “I’d join you on the run, but,”
“You hate running,” Yunho finishes for him, “you’re good,”
“Yeah,”
There’s a beat of silence between the three of you, and then Yunho clears his throat again, “Meet me out front in ten? I just need to change,”
“Sure,” You have to do the same, and idly in the back of your mind you wonder if he’s a good runner, the kind of person who makes it look easy.
“Great,” He smiles and then he’s off.
Mingi watches him go and then shifts his attention back to you, “You’ll be great today,”
“You think?” Your nervousness slips out.
“I know.” He nods, pointed with no room for discussion.
You swallow tightly, but agree anyway.
Mingi guides you back out of the pull of your own thoughts when he claps a hand down on your shoulder as he moves past you and around the table, “Just chill,”
“Chill,” You repeat dumbly.
“Mhm,” He shrugs, quirking up an eyebrow at you as he pushes through the door and away.
You’re used to his naturally flirtatious energy, but even a look that intense from him can send your stomach into little flip flops. Your phone dings again in your pocket, the familiar sound of your cycle app sending you another reminder and you don’t even bother to look and see what it says, your lingering gaze on Mingi is enough to tell you.
Alone in the break room you sigh and run your hands through your hair before shaking the little interaction off and heading out to meet Yunho. By the time you’re out front he’s already there, and you think it’s quite possible that this is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made when you lay eyes on him. He’s dressed comfortably, in shorts and running shoes, but it’s the sleeveless black top that makes your pulse quicken.
“Alright,” He says as he sees you approaching, “let’s do it.”
“Okay,” You stretch out your arms in front of you and do your best to focus on your own body and not his and all the ways you’ve seen it move before.
He waves you along and then starts to run.
You set a pace together with ease, and you’re not sure if it’s Yunho accommodating you or you accommodating him, but either way you fall into step smoothly as you start jogging through the streets of Seoul. He adjusts the black cap on his head and settles his arms into a comfortable running position and he slowly starts to increase the pace, but you match him smoothly right back.
“Do you have a route?” You ask between controlled breaths.
“Yeah,” He nods, gesturing up ahead, “just follow me,”
You murmur your agreement, and then refocus your eyes ahead and not on the man to your side. He’s right, you do need this. Your shoulders have been tense with stress for days, your body tired and feeling jittery, but the steady steps over the pavement and the cool air have your muscles relaxing already. You stay focused on your breath and the rest starts to melt away.
“This way,” He directs after a little while heading straight, and he takes a smooth left turn across a busy intersection where the walk signs are lit up for you.
In the distance is a block of trees marking the start of one of the riverside parks, and you’re sure that’s where he’s running to. You can feel him glancing down at you every so often, making sure you’re still at his side, and it’s oddly comforting to run with him and not alone for once. It’s been a while since you’ve been out like this, you’ve taken to sticking with San in the comfort of the KQ gyms, but with Yunho at your side it feels comfortable and right.
“Good?” He asks as you push over the next street and into the entrance of the trail, hooking through two lines of trees.
“Good,” You confirm, “you?”
He smiles and laughs a little, but keeps running, “Definitely,”
You push on and keep pace, moving down the pathway through the trees, nothing but the sound of each other’s breath for company. Being cocooned in trees, this close to the water, makes you feel insulated from the city and with every step your worries about the meeting later have started to fall away.
You glance to Yunho and see that his eyes are still focused ahead, but you swallow hard at the pink blush across his cheeks and collarbones, the sweat now visible on his tanned skin. You have such a clear image of him above you, broad hand on your cheek and cock buried inside your body, looking flushed and sweaty just as he does now.
“Feeling better?” He asks, not slowing his run at all.
His voice jolts you out of your meandering thoughts, “Hmm?”
“Are you feeling any better?” He tries again, “less stressed?”
“A little,” You concede.
He nods, but keeps moving. The lack of conversation between you both normally feels tight and unnatural, but lately it’s started to feel safe again. He’s always been a person you can just be around, nothing extra, just existing. It finally, finally feels right again.
You make your way a little further into the park until it starts to curve around with the bend of the river. Yunho gestures up ahead to a block of benches that overlook the water and he glances down at you, “Let’s take a breath there and then double back,”
“Yeah,”
As you approach the benches and start to slow, Yunho grins, “It’s gorgeous today,”
“It really is,” You agree, chest heaving a little at the effort from the run and you focus on deep steady inhales and exhales.
He walks past the benches and up to the railing at the water, leaning down and resting his elbows on the dark blue painted steel, “That looks fun,” he comments, gesturing towards a group of boats on the water.
“Mm,” You sigh, leaning next to him, your arms nearly brushing, “especially on a day like today.”
He nods quietly, his eyes closing for a moment as he soaks up the warm sun, and then he turns towards you and leans against the railing with his hip, “So,” he says, “is it first time jitters, or is something else going on?”
“W-what do you mean?” His words break you out of your thoughts again, and you didn’t even realize your mind was slipping away somewhere else, but every time he interrupts you it’s painfully obvious to you that you can’t stop worrying.
“I’ve seen you nervous,” He comments, “this feels like more,”
You shift towards him and look up, “A little, maybe,”
“Tell me,” He prompts you, extending his hand for a fraction of a second before he lets it drop back to his thigh.
Your first thought is that you want to touch him too, but you resist it.
“Teaching these girls,” You trail off, dropping your eyes again to the ripple of the water as it kisses the rocky shore, “something about doing it in front of Yujin and Dahan… and even you,”
“Me?” His voice runs high.
“It’s just scary,” You admit, “I’m sure I’ll get over it.”
“I don’t want to make you scared,” He murmurs.
“It’s not that,” You glance up at him, but it’s safer to keep your focus on the water, “I just…. I don’t know if I belong in that room yet, and today all the attention will be on me. I’ve never taught anyone like this before,”
“Yes, you have,” Yunho finally does touch you, nudging your arm and getting your eyes back on him, “you came up with good stuff for this routine. You taught all of us, and I saw you practicing everything together to show them. You’re ready,”
“You really believe that?” The words slip out.
“y/n,” His brow furrows, “of course I do, I wouldn’t have suggested you in the first place if I thought you couldn’t do this.”
He’s right, you can do this, and with flying colors too if you really set your mind to it, but the question still brews in the back of your brain and you have to ask. “Yunho,” You sigh, “why did you suggest me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“We weren’t talking,” You explain, “we were barely looking at each other in the studio, but you still pulled me into this project. Why?”
He’s still for a moment, his eyes flicking over your face and then he sighs, “Because you’re good, and because I know how hard you were working even when we weren’t talking. And because,” he pauses, “because I wanted you there,”
“For me or for my skills?”
“For your skills,” He nods, “the fact that it’s you… well, that just made my choice easier.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?” You murmur.
“I do,” He nods, “so be regular nervous all you want, but never doubt your place in the room, okay? I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Thank you, Yunho,”
He nods and looks back out to the water before checking his watch and taking a deep breath, “You ready to head back?”
“Let’s do it,” You agree with a sigh, shaking out your limbs.
“Did this help?” He asks as he pushes off the railing.
“Yeah,” You smile, “I mean, I’m still a little terrified, but I think that’s normal.”
“Mhm,” He smooths his hand across your shoulders and gives you a squeeze, “plus, I promise you can dance circles around these girls any day of the week,”
“Oh, shut up,” You roll your eyes, “now you’re laying it on too thick,”
“I don’t lie,” He grins, “you know that already,”
You open your mouth to retort but he takes the wind right out of your sails when he starts to jog backwards and he sticks his tongue out to tease you. As he twists around he calls back over his shoulder, “Race you back!”
You scramble forwards, “Hey! No fair, you got a head start,”
He keeps running, but you hear him laugh, “Catch up then!”
You pump your legs harder, moving as fast as possible as you try to reach him. You watch as he glances back over his shoulder, goading you into pushing yourself harder, something swells in your chest. He’s close, if you just pick it up a little more, focus a little more, you’ll reach him. Maybe pass him.
“You still with me?” He shouts back, voice light.
Your heart is pounding in your ears, blood rushing loud, and your chest is screaming with the effort of working your body this hard but you don’t care. You want to win, you need to win. You pump your legs harder, clear your mind, and race. You gain on him inch by inch and you grin when you hear him laugh again, catching you in his peripheral vision as you scream up next to him. He says something but you miss it, your head too focused on every step in front of you.
When you finally make it back to KQ you all but skid into the back entrance with him, colliding shoulder to shoulder and having to brace yourself on the entryway wall so you don’t pitch right over onto the hardwood floor.
Yunho’s hands close over your hips to steady you, and you hear his heavy breath above you before he laughs, “Jesus, you’re fast,”
“You annoyed me,” You wheeze, pressing on your side where a painful, sharp stitch has taken up residence.
Your fingers brush along his for the barest of seconds and he pulls his hands back instantly before giving you an apologetic smile and pulling off his ball cap to wipe the sweat off his brow with the bottom of his shirt. The quick flash of his abs makes you dizzy.
“I still won,” Yunho sighs, leaning against the wall.
You shoot him a look, but you’re still catching your breath and at this point it’s not even worth the fight. As you raise your head to look at him, you suddenly notice the crowded hallway towards the side of the door. Wooyoung and San stand close together, angled towards you but clearly just in halted conversation with Minseok, Yujin, and two of the other dancers.
Wooyoung gives you a single pointed eyebrow raise.
“Were you racing?” Minseok asks, glancing between the two of you.
You make an affirmative noise, all you can do while you recover.
“Fun,” Wooyoung laughs a little to himself and if you had the energy you’d smack him, but you can’t even bother.
“Why?” Minseok asks.
“Why not?” Yunho shrugs and then turns his attention back to you, “Good?”
“Good,” You nod.
For a second he looks like he wants to say something else, maybe give you one last encouraging speech, but he just settles on a smile, “See you in there,”
You nod, smiling back up at him, and then he pushes through the little pocket of your coworkers to get back to the locker rooms. You take another second to catch your breath against the wall, Wooyoung making an expression you need to roll your eyes at, but then you realize. You feel great.
The nerves from the whole day have dissipated, the surging rush of endorphins from pushing yourself so hard, drowning out anything in your body except adrenaline, joy, and a little exhaustion. You could kiss him.
At four o’clock, when you walk into the room, you do it with a clear head. In the back of the studio, Yunho smiles.
***
A week later, your app dings again and this time it’s right on the money.
You submit the paperwork on Thursday after practice, another lozenge tucked into your cheek as you start to feel the first signs of your upcoming heat. It’s already better than last time, a more familiar kind of cycle than what you last experienced. You’re used to it being mostly mild, a few times a year leaving you achy and sore, and insatiably horny, but nothing like the desperate cramping from before.
This time you have things down to a predictable science, and though you might have a few moments of serious weakness or deeper feelings of heat, you’d be fine. This time there would be no dizzy desperation, no crying into your pillow in hopes that an alpha would soothe you and take it away. No begging to be claimed. It would be fine.
You should be fine.
You leave the paperwork on the back desk and hurry out to catch a ride back home before you start to really feel it, but all you can imagine is Yunho’s face when he picks up the papers and you need to not be in the building when that happens.
At home you set yourself up for the next few days. Bedroom door locked, a stash of water bottles, a stack of towels, and a bedside table full of charged and ready toys. You get undressed out of your restrictive leggings and tighter clothes, and pull on a simple pair of sleep shorts and a loose oversized top. Fabric that won’t cling or make you hot, just comfortable enough to relax and take it easy as your body starts to sink into heat.
For a while things are normal and fine, regular aches and pains. You watch a show on your iPad and zone out the feeling, but eventually every little shift of your hips feels sharper, and a low throb starts to pulse inside you. It’s evening when you start to lose focus on the drama you’re watching. Something about the male lead seems familiar to you and your mind keeps drifting.
You settle back into the cushions to get more comfortable and to try and refocus on the show, but the ghost sensation of lips on your throat makes your eyes drift closed.
Your hand is pushing under the elastic of your sleep shorts before you can even think it through.
Your mind keeps replaying the image of Mingi pushing his glasses up into his hair and smiling, the way his hands ran over your body and landed firm on your hips. Yunho’s head between your thighs. Both their fingers searching your body, pushing inside you, pulling you apart over and over again. Their hot breath on your throat. Pretty omega, they called you. Something tumbles in your chest, knots build up in your stomach. Your fingers feel good but they pale in comparison to what you had before and you work yourself up and up but nothing quite comes close to the edge of pleasure you’re looking for.
You’re my best girl.
You bite back a moan and push two fingers inside yourself.
You can almost feel their hands on you, their hot kisses, gentle nips of your skin, but you can’t find the feeling of them inside you. You quicken your hand and replay the images faster in your mind. You miss them, you need them, you want them. You come hard and fast with a shudder, your eyes snapping back open.
There she is. That’s our girl.
“F-fuck,” You breathe to yourself, pulling your hand out of your shorts. Your chest is heaving, a light sheen of sweat over you, and your core throbs like your body wants you to go again.
“Oh my god,” You breathe, pushing yourself off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom, “what is wrong with you, get a grip,”
You shake it off, trying to ignore the fact that you just thought about them while you were getting yourself off. It’s just heat, that’s all it ever is with them, that has to be it. Hot alphas will always scramble your brain at a time like this, you just have to listen to yourself and get a grip.
With a sigh you wash your hands, crawl back into bed, and try to just fall asleep and ignore the images still looping in the back of your brain.
You don’t sleep though, you can’t.
You toss and you turn, and you ache, but you don’t sleep.
Around the third hour of trying to soothe your cramps with a heating pad that you decide to say fuck it and ask for help. You have a small window of time to get to wherever you’ll be spending the duration of your heat, and even though you know with your suppressants this won’t be quite as bad as before, your body still wants.
For a second you think about Mingi. You miss his hands, his easy smile, the way he would slowly stroke your back and massage your hips. You miss his scent, his warmth, and his all encompassing comfort. But things have just started to get back to normal at the studio with him and Yunho and you can’t let a moment of heat weakness lead you back.
You open your phone, flipping through social media in an attempt to distract your mind but before you know it you have Yunho’s contact open and you’re fighting the urge to call, just to hear his voice for a second.
Your finger hovers over the button, you can hear his voice in your mind.
Sweetheart, just tell me where you are, I’m coming to get you.
You can see it.
But it’s just your heat. No matter how much Wooyoung likes to tease you about having a crush, it’s just this. Biology you can’t control rewiring your brain and telling you that they’re your perfect match. But you don’t believe in perfect matches or scent pairings. You don’t.
A particularly tight cramp ripples through your middle and you clench your fist through the pain, shifting in your bedding once again, sweat building at your brow.
In a flash of genius and panic, you close Yunho’s contact card and open another.
The phone rings and rings.
He’s busy, you’ve probably missed him, and when he offered he was drunk anyways so he probably doesn’t remember but then suddenly the phone clicks and connects and his warm voice fills your ear, “Hey, y/n,”
“S-Seonghwa,” You sigh, trying to sound as put together as possible, “hey,”
“Is everything okay?” He checks, and you hear a little background noise and hope to god he’s not still at the studio.
“Definitely,” You press your eyes closed and bite the inside of your lip to keep from making a tight, stressed sound.
“Okay…” He waits a moment and then adds, “then what’s going on? You never call,”
The cramp passes and you take a breath, “Sorry, are you busy? I can call later,”
“No, no,” He says, “I’m just grabbing a drink with Wooyoung and Joong,”
“Is that y/n?” You hear Wooyoung in the background, “Tell her to come meet us!”
“Woo,” Seonghwa’s voice sounds a little far from the receiver and then he comes back on the line, “If you’re free, you can come meet us? We were just thinking about dinner, Hongjoong has a new project for us, you might be interested,”
“Oh,” For a second, in the space between your cramps you forget why you called in the first place, “a new song?”
“Two,” You can practically hear the smile on Seonghwa’s face.
“Exciting,” You smile.
“So what do you say,” Seonghwa says, “come out?”
You would, you wish you could, but you shake your head, “I can’t, I actually… I’ll be out for a couple of days. I submitted the paperwork this morning,”
“Are you going somewhere?” He asks, not yet picking up on the obvious.
“Leave,” You smile at his question.
“Leave,” He repeats, “oh, oh leave!”
“Say it louder, Seonghwa,” You groan.
“Is that why you’re calling?” He says, and a little blush creeps into your cheeks at the thought that he’s with other people and talking to you about this like it’s nothing.
“Kind of,” You admit, “I don’t know, you’re busy I just remembered what you said, but you don’t have to,”
“How are you now? I’m at least thirty minutes away, is that too long?”
Warmth blooms in your chest, “I’m fine, honestly, go have dinner,”
You can practically see him rolling his eyes when he says, “Stop being a martyr. Listen, I’ll call you right back, okay?”
“Okay,”
“And don’t worry,” He assures, his voice honeyed and warm, “I will call, I’ll only be a minute,”
“Okay,” You manage, “thank you, Hwa,”
He says something more but you miss it with the light commotion in the background, and then the line clicks dead.
It takes two minutes, but he calls you right back.
“Hey,” You sigh into the receiver.
“Can you text Woo your address?” Seonghwa asks first, “We’re grabbing a cab,”
“Oh,” You flip the phone on speaker and start typing, “okay, yeah, I’m… Seonghwa, are you sure?”
“Mhm,” He replies, “as long as you are.”
“Give me the phone,” You hear Wooyoung and immediately laugh.
“What do you want?” Seonghwa says, clearly not talking to you.
“Phone,” You hear him say and then after a brief groan, Wooyoung’s voice is in your ear, “Hey, you,”
“Hey,” Something about him calms you instantly.
“How far gone are you? Should we pick stuff up on our way or can you come back to my place?” He’s straight and to the point but still gentle, and you’re starting to feel glad that you called them and not anyone else.
“I’m fine,” You assure him, “I can make it to yours. My roommates are here, I think it would be….”
“Got it,” He says, “well just rest, we’ll be there soon,”
Tears well up in your eyes and you sniffle softly, trying to keep it to yourself.
He picks up on the soft sound immediately, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
You swallow and wipe away the gathering moisture, “Nothing, you’re both just being so nice,”
“Aw,” He murmurs, “jagiya you’re one of us now, we always take care of each other.”
“Is she crying?” You hear Seonghwa’s voice raise an octave in the background.
“She’s good,” Wooyoung brushes it off, “alright, twenty minutes okay, get your stuff, take a deep breath, and I’ll text you when we’re downstairs.”
“Thanks, Woo,” You manage.
“Deep breaths,” He reminds, and then he’s gone.
You must be insane. You must be fully crazy to invite this type of chaos into your life twice with yet another group of men, but something about this feels right. It feels safe and sure, and something about Wooyoung being an omega too is just making all of this feel so much simpler than last time. At least where your heart is concerned.
It takes you all twenty minutes to get your things together, but you decide to focus on this instead of what all this chaos might mean. You pack a bag of necessities and then change into something loose but more presentable than your sleep clothes. When your phone buzzes again you don’t even look down at it, you just know that it’s Wooyoung arriving right on the dot and you slip out of your apartment as quietly as you can.
Downstairs a car waits across the street and when Seonghwa emerges to greet you, he rushes forwards to take your bags. Your cheeks light up with blush and you have to take a half, staggering step backwards, already being outside and in the presence of an alpha your subconscious mind is reacting to him.
“Let me get these,” Seonghwa says, pulling the bags from your hands, and the touch of his warm skin along yours has a shaky breath leaving your lips.
“Thanks,” You murmur, watching him pack them into the trunk of the cab, and then he turns.
He takes a good look at you and nods, “Yeah, let’s get you to Woo’s,”
“Is it obvious?” You cup your cheeks.
“Not too much,” He assures you, extending his hand for you to take, “but let’s not waste time,”
“Let’s go,” You nod, and he tugs you forwards gently to get you into the car. You settle into the middle seat between Wooyoung and Seonghwa easily.
“Doing good?” Wooyoung asks you, trying to be subtle in front of the driver.
“Mhm,” You nod, and you smile when he laces your fingers together and gives you a squeeze.
Seonghwa gives the next address to the driver and you’re away.
It’s quiet at first, all you can focus on is the way the miles slowly tick down on the map the driver is using, and you try to breathe through your mouth in the closed car full of competing scents but it’s nearly impossible. Seonghwa’s scent envelops you easily, especially in the closed air circulation of the car. Warm, like freshly brewed coffee. You close your eyes as a cramp passes through you and you try not to think of him even though his leg keeps bumping into yours every time the car takes a turn.
The automated sound of a window breaks your concentration and you glance to your side. Seonghwa isn’t looking at you, but he’s cracked the back window a couple of inches, and the pulse of clean air leaves you able to take a shaky inhale and exhale. Wooyoung squeezes your hand again.
The mileage counter keeps clicking down. Seonghwa’s scent stays present in your mind despite the fresh air. Your stomach tightens. The car takes a particularly curving turn and your body is pressed against Seonghwa’s from knee to shoulder and you squeeze Wooyoung’s hand back instead of letting the whine in your throat bubble out.
Your stomach clenches again, and then you feel it. A rush of slick as your body prepares, a flushing flood of hot warmth rolling up your body and through your cheeks. Seonghwa’s arm crosses over you like a seatbelt and he closes his hand over your left thigh, his thumb drawing slow circles to keep you steady and protect you from anyone noticing.
You let yourself glance up at him once more, but he’s still focused out the window, doing his best to comfort you without drawing an ounce of attention.
“Out front?” The driver asks suddenly, and you realize the building ahead across the intersection must be theirs.
“That’s perfect,” Seonghwa replies smoothly, “thank you.”
The minute it takes to cross the intersection feels never ending, and then suddenly things start moving at two-times speed. As the heat cramps increase, Seonghwa’s arm is around your waist and Wooyoung is left hauling your stuff up into the elevator. They get you inside smoothly and as the doors close, Seonghwa lets out a sigh of relief.
“I thought I was going to have to fight every alpha in the lobby,” Seonghwa laughs as the elevator begins to climb, “are you sure you’re on suppressants?”
You can’t help but elbow him slightly in the ribs, “Yes,”
“I’m kidding,” He squeezes you, “you just smell like an extremely edible cake,”
“Mm,” You murmur as a small cramp passes, “well, you know, this is why I’m on the strong stuff,”
The elevator doors open and Wooyoung steps out before you, glancing to either side down the apartment hallway before beckoning you both forwards. He gets out his keys and glances over his shoulder at you both, “Which?”
You tell him the brand as you lean harder on Seonghwa who hushes you softly with a comforting squeeze.
“Ah,” Wooyoung nods, “no wonder,”
You open your mouth to ask him what he means by that, but he’s too busy pushing open the door to his apartment and opening it up for you both to slip inside.
His place is overwhelmingly simple and clean, utilitarian with dark black furniture and gray moody accents, but it suits him. He drops his keys off on the kitchen island and beckons you inside, “Come on in, get comfortable,”
Seonghwa steers you to the couch and settles you down on the middle cushion, “So, where are we at?”
Settled onto the couch now, you honestly feel fine. Your back hurts a little, and your joints are a little stiff, but the aching, pulsing pain you felt back at your apartment has mostly dissipated, “I think I’m fine,”
“Yeah?”
“I mean,” You cross your legs, your hands itching to wrap a cozy blanket around yourself but finding none, “off meds I was practically feral, this is…. manageable,”
“Manageable is good,” Seonghwa smiles.
Wooyoung settles his hand over your yours, soothing your little trembles and then he dips his head to catch your eyes, “I have a room all set up,”
“You do?” Your eyes widen.
“Mm,” He tangles your fingers together again and gives you a squeeze, “I used to have a roommate but when he moved out I just converted the second bedroom,”
“Oh,” You breathe, and you can’t imagine the expense to maintain an apartment large enough to have your very own heat sanctuary, but you dream of the day you get to.
“Let’s go relax in there,” Wooyoung nods, “maybe you’ll like it and get a little sleep,”
“Should we talk?” You glance up at Seonghwa.
“We will,” Seonghwa assures you as he shrugs off his blazer, “but go get comfortable, I’ll start setting up,”
“Setting up?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice.
“Ah,” Wooyoung bumps you with his shoulder, “our Seonghwa takes his caretaker responsibilities very seriously,”
“You’ll want for nothing here, jagiya,” Seonghwa smiles and takes a slight bow, “Wooyoungie is the most pampered omega in Seoul, it will be nice to take care of someone less bratty for a change,”
You laugh sharply and cover your mouth with your hand, “What have I gotten myself into?”
“A fun weekend,” Seonghwa smiles, “now relax, let Woo show you the place.”
Already this feels less stressful than before, and maybe that’s the level of your heat or maybe it’s them, but it feels easy. Wooyoung pulls you up and watches you carefully as you stand to make sure you’re feeling well, and then he guides you down the hall.
Wooyoung’s nesting room is exactly what you’ve been looking for. The bed in this room isn’t necessarily large, but what it is, is covered in blankets and plush pillows. The second bedroom of his apartment has been so smoothly converted into an office and omega haven that you almost wish you had been here for your last, harder heat.
“Okay,” Wooyoung walks you in, “there’s a robe on the back of the door you can use, the mini fridge is pretty stocked, and on that shelf by the bed there’s lozenges, wipes, towels, you name it.”
“Oh my God,” You breathe, scanning over everything as he gestures.
“And over in that bedside table,” He points out the single nightstand, “there’s pretty much any toy you’ll need.”
“Oh,” You blush.
“Hwa and I will be here, of course,” He assures you, “but I like a little extra something,”
“Right,” You smile, “of course you do,”
A gentle knock on the door behind you brings you out of your focus, studying every inch of his perfect heat sanctuary and you turn to see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame.
“How are you feeling?” He asks gently.
“Like myself,” You tell him honestly, “it’s starting, but it doesn’t feel too bad.”
“Mm,” He nods, “it probably won’t be quite as bad as last time, but I’m certainly here for whatever you need,”
“Thank you, Hwa,” You smile, “I can’t thank you enough,”
His eyes light up with warmth and then he looks over you both, “This is nice,” he comments, “the two of you in here,”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Wooyoung laughs as he leans against the desk, “no one’s ready for your knot yet,”
A throb pulses through you, but blissfully no one notices.
“I just think it’s nice,” He shrugs, “two pretty omegas,”
You blush.
“Oh,” Seonghwa smiles as he notices your pink cheeks, “you liked that,”
“Hwa,” You protest weakly.
“Ignore him,” Wooyoung cuts in front of you and leads you back to the bed, “get cozy, you’ll love this.”
He all but puts you in the bed himself, but in minutes you’re relaxed against the cushions, under cooling sheets and downy comforters. Seonghwa waits in the doorway while you get settled, but once you are he smiles and crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’re feeling alright?” He asks, reaching for your hand.
“So far,” You nod, “and this bed is wildly comfortable,”
“Good,” Seonghwa’s fingers smooth over your wrist, slowly stroking your gland and easing you further, “I’m going to go fix you both something for dinner, and if you need anything in the meantime Wooyoung will be right here,”
“Okay,” You breathe.
“I’m going to give Sannie a ring too,” His voice evens out in his chest, low and warm and tender to keep you melting into the bed under you, “is it okay if I tell him you’re here?”
“Sure,”
“Alright then,” He smiles, “just relax,”
“Feeling pretty relaxed,” You tell him.
The sound of your phone vibrating on Wooyoung’s desk draws your eyes, but you focus back on Seonghwa when he says, “I’m sure we can relax you more, don’t worry.”
“You’re forward,” You nudge his thigh.
“And you called me for sex,” He shrugs, “who’s forward now?”
Wooyoung laughs sharply and claps his hands, “This weekend is going to be very fun,”
Your phone buzzes again, then again, and your brows draw together as you look towards it, “Could you,”
Seonghwa doesn’t let you finish your sentence, he crosses the room quickly and then passes your phone over to you, “I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”
“Thank you,”
He nods with a warm expression, and then leaves you and Wooyoung be inside this little cocoon.
“Glad you called?” Wooyoung grins, cheeky and teasing.
“Mm,” You sink deeper into the pillows behind you, “I might have to move in, just for this bed,”
His nose crinkles, “We’ve got to update your space, you should have somewhere like this too,”
“I’d like that,” You sigh, “someday,”
Your phone buzzes again.
“Soon,” Wooyoung dismisses, “until then you can always come here,”
“Well, that’s really nice of you, but,” You tear your eyes away from him to finally illuminate the screen of your phone and your words die on your lips when you see the messages.
Yunho’s name on your screen makes your breath quicken and you open the chat.
hey I got your paperwork. of course it’s fine, but would you please let me know you’re somewhere safe?
I probably shouldn’t have asked that.
I just want to make sure you made it home safely, that’s all. If you need help getting home, you know I’m only a phone call away.
Just… please let me know.
“y/n?” Wooyoung’s voice breaks through your buzzing brain as you read Yunho’s messages over and over.
“What?” You manage, glancing up for the briefest second to catch his worried expression.
“What’s going on?” He asks softly.
“Um,” You murmur, but then your phone buzzes in your hand again, this time not a message from Yunho at all.
He’s freaking out a little bit, but I told him you’re probably already home and sleeping.
Which you are, right?
The two texts from Mingi hang in front of you and a tense feeling knots up in your throat.
“Hey,” Wooyoung interrupts again, pushing his way into the bed beside you without preamble and sidling up to your side, “are you crying?”
“No,” You shake your head, “sorry, I just,”
He waits, holding your gaze with his warm brown eyes and attentive nods, and before you know it you’re letting the phone fall into his hands.
He reads the texts quietly, and then hums, “They’re worried,”
“I know,” Your voice is small.
“Do you want to respond?” He asks.
“I don’t know,” You confess honestly.
“You don’t owe them anything,” He murmurs quietly, locking your phone and setting it to the side so he can turn to you, “I know I keep teasing you about it, but if you wanted to be with them you would have called them. You know how you feel, not me,”
He smooths your hair back and cups your cheek, gathering you a little closer under the covers. You take a deep, shaky breath, and the sudden scent of him all around you feels like a blanket. Fresh linen and summer salt, like falling into bed after a long day in the sun on the beach. His skin is warm against yours and familiar.
“Do you really think that?” You ask.
“Mhm,” He all but whispers, “and either way, you don’t owe them a response right now. You owe yourself rest,”
“Yeah,”
He gives you a minute, and then rubs his thumb over your cheek, “You want to watch something dumb? Maybe fall asleep on me?”
You nod, lips locking tight as your throat stays tense. You feel like if you talk about anything else you might start crying, so you let him pull you closer and grab the remote for the TV mounted on the far wall. He doesn’t ask you what you want to watch, he doesn’t push you any further, he knows you need him to just take care of things before you crumble and text them back.
He selects something funny without putting too much thought into it, and wraps his arm around you as you settle your cheek onto his chest. This was what you were missing so much the last time you went through heat, the steadying comfort of another omega. Your fluttering nerves fall away, and his scent makes you feel warm and your eyes heavy.
“Woo,” You murmur into his shirt.
“Yeah?”
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” You confess.
He sighs, fingers finding yours under the comforter, “And you’re mine,”
You snuggle into him a little more, fingertips brushing the warm hollow of his throat and your heart slowing to a steady, easy rhythm to pump in time with his. Distantly as you fall into sleep, you feel the buzz of your phone again somewhere halfway across the mattress, but this time you don’t even open your eyes.
Wooyoung silences it when it buzzes again, his words soft against your hair when he says, “It’ll all wait until tomorrow, babe, you just rest easy,”
You nod, a yawn taking over you and he chuckles.
“Just sleep,” He murmurs softly, and you do, their messages left unanswered.
#this night together fic#ateez ff#ateez fic#ateez smut#yunho x reader#mingi x reader#seonghwa x reader#wooyoung x reader#yungi x reader#yunho#mingi#hongjoong#seonghwa#wooyoung#honeyhotteoks fics
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Astrology Observations part 2
* Synastry Edition *
‼️These pictures are not mine,
do not steal or plagiarise my work,
*this post may include triggers*‼️
Happy reading!
🌌 Moon in the 8th house in synastry is truly as intense as everyone makes it out to be, it can be obsessive and bring out emotions you haven’t felt before. You can go crazy for the other person. Usually, both can love the other person so much that you start hating them. (if you’re not used to intense emotions ofc) It can create this push and pull dynamic, one or both may even run away from this connection if emotions get too intense.. if developed and both people want to make this connection work, this is a unconditional love overlay. Edward and Bella from twilight vibes! 🌙
☁️ 12th house overlays are KARMIC most of the time. These people stay in your life for a long time, but a lot of the times these relationships aren’t meant to last. This house overlay does teach you a lot of lessons and uncovers the parts of yourself that you weren’t even aware of.
*This overlay also makes you dream of the other person, while sleeping, more often!😴😴😴
☀️ Someone’s sun falling in the other persons 6th house can create a CEO-Assistant or Batman-Robin type of dynamic. These people are usually very involved in each others’ lives. The 6th house person is very interested in the sun’s daily life - the friend that texts you what you ate in a day and how your day was 🥺 The sun on the other hand makes the house persons life more ✨bright✨ - makes them laugh daily or helps them with daily tasks etc.
💘Having venus and chiron in the same sign and vice versa will be very healing for the both of you, unless other aspects say so. The venus person may “soothe” and love the chiron person in a way no one else can. On the other hand- The chiron person may teach the venus person how to love themselves. A lot of married couples have this!👰♂️
🫂Having someone’s planets falling into your 2nd house, can make them VERY possessive over you.They also like physically touching you or just being in your presence. It’s a very sensual overlay. Both will also indulge in food and the pleasures of life. Sometimes though the planet person can feel like they “own” the house person. On a good note - it can also signify someone who is very protective over you. Depending on aspects/planet falling in to the house and how developed the person is.. this overlay can signify jealousy if other people are involved in the relationship.
🚫Mars square Neptune in a synastry or composite chart is a cheating aspect(of course, not always). It does signify a lot of deception, miscommunication and lies though. If other hard aspects are involved.. RUN FOR THE HILLS!!
💕Venus conjunct Sun in synastry is a soulmate aspect from what i’ve noticed. Both platonic and romantic, so cute! 😍
That’s all for now! I would love some feedback or questions if you have any. Till next time! ✨ Don’t forget to reblog and follow me for more posts like this!
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I don't know if you take requests, but if you do:
I like to imagine that Ashley had at least one friend that likes her beyond wanting to be with her brother. I understand Ashley was fucked up since birth, but part of her sociopathic problema and obsessions came because she didn't have anyone but Andrew. She felt unloved and unwanted by the entire world, and Andrew was her only anchor.
I like to imagine Ashley meeting a classmate who, instead of being creeped out by her tendencies, she finds them fascinating and starts to follow her around like a puppy to learn more, much to Ashley's annoyance...at first
Just Ashley having a best friend that loves her unconditionally and supports her insanity, even holding her back from doing worse and calm her down.
Wednesday x Enid dynamic
“Ashley isn’t evil! She just goes into a dissociative state where she murders anyone on sight!” -Y/N probably
Platonic!Ashley Graves x Sunshine Reader
Even in your youth, you and Ashley were an odd pairing
You were always so happy. So kind.
And Ashley was….well Ashley.
Her morbid nature and general unhingeness scared off any potential friends
Except you.
You clung on to Ashley, following her around like a puppy much to her dismay.
Despite her attempts though, she wasn’t going to get rid of you…
“Stop following me!” LeyLey stomped her foot on the sidewalk below her.
“But my house is the same way as yours!” You beamed. Truth be told, you had another way you used to take to head home- but no way were you missing an opportunity to hang out with LeyLey!
“Well- don’t walk so close!” The little girl crossed her arms in a huff, turning away from you, “It’s weird!”
You tilted your head like a confused puppy, “Hm? How is it weird?”
“Because you’re always following me!” She whipped around, getting all up in your face, “You always sit next to me during lunch, you’re always following me during recess, you even lay next to me during nap time!” She narrowed her eyes at you, “What gives?”
“Nothing!” You stepped back a little, hands gripping the straps of your backpack, “I just wanna be friends!”
LeyLey blinked at you. She took a step back and looked at you quizzically, “Really? That’s not right!…” she glanced at the sidewalk, kicking at air, “…no one wants to be my friend.”
“I do,” you gingerly took her hands in yours, “I think you’re funny! And cool! And I really really REALLY wanna be your friend!” You bounced on your heels a little, “Pllleeaaaaassseeeeee!”
LeyLey glared at your interlocked hands, contemplating this decision, “…..alright.”
You squealed, enveloping her in a bear hug. LeyLey squirmed, hitting your arms so you’d let go, but it was no use. Eventually, she gave up. Letting herself go slack in your arms like a cat.
From then on, you two were inseparable
In a way, you balanced each other out
You kept Ashley from biting the heads off of anyone she came into contact with
And Ashley protected you from people looking to take advantage of you
Though, none would say this is the healthiest friendship
You care for each other, sure, but you tend to enable to worst habits in the other..
Your unconditional love and support for Ashley’s unhinged nature has led to you both getting into trouble with adult figures and the law
And Ashley….is Ashley.
In a weird way, you both deserve each other
Because if not you would just wreck havoc onto anyone else
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Mark and Julian’s relationship makes me so insane the first time I read the books I don’t remember feeling that way about it? I think I payed most attention to Ty&Livvy + Ty&Jules + Livvy&Jules out of the dynamics so those stuck out most in my memory there are also shifts in what’s focused on most in LM vs Qoaad so that’s part of it but like… Mark and Julian is so funny and compelling to me because they do not understand each other at all! No scene encompasses how much Mark does not get Julian like the scene post whipping where Jules goes on that speal about how he wouldn’t want to live if Emma died and knows it’s not healthy but he might do what Malcolm did for Annabel if she did did and Mark is like “no my baby brother you are too good a person you would never ever do something like that ik you don’t mean any of it” had me in stitches ajdjdj as a reader who’s been in Jules’ head and knows that yes, he absolutely did mean all of that (codependent king love him for that <3). And then in LoS there’s a scene where Mark is tasked with watching the kids and minor things go wrong (well I mean someone does get injured. But for Shadowhunters that is still p minor) so he’s like “oh my god Julian would Never have let things go wrong like this he would know exactly what to do” bestie no… he wouldn’t have known better he would have just faked it till he made it and never let anyone know he was struggling to begin with lolz. That’s not even getting into the Emma thing which is just a whole cycle of them projecting their own feelings onto the other person Mark assuming Julian loves her platonically because he does and Julian assuming Mark’s would be in love with her because that’s normal existence to him usually I don’t care for set ups like that but this one is fun somehow.. and that scene after Emma and Jules argued and then fucked in that cottage so Jules comes back in a good mood and notices that Mark is constantly on edge around him because he’s accidentally been so snippy/cunty to him since the fake dating started and he’s like “oh have I been that bad?” And then tells Mark he’ll be cool now because he knows they weren’t really together Andjjd. also they’re both sooo bad at being teenage boys in completely different ways so the juxtaposition of their traumas is fun “I don’t understand how to be a teenage boy because I’ve been raised to be a “feral” (only using the word because they use it to describe Mark so many times in the books) creature and feel trapped by being among humans” vs “I don’t understand how to deal with teenage boy emotions or think through that aspect of life so I repress all of them while clinging to my responsible adult mask + using my political strategist wiles to get through life”. Idk why but I just really like their whole thing…
#this was in my drafts from a month ago time to post#tda#tsc#the dark artifices#julian blackthorn#mark blackthorn#julian and mark#s speaks#the blackthorns#the blackthorn family
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hopping on the kr/alsei hate train. the theme of being Forced Into Circumstances (Romantic Or Otherwise) is very prominent with the two of em, but especially with Kris. it's basically the entire game. every single one of the options to be "romantic" towards Ralsei are a choice on the player's behalf and nothing to do with what Kris wants.
hugging Ralsei is so sweet from our pov. until you recall that Kris doesn't like hugs. this is plainly stated by Asgore if you visit him in Chapter 1, and VERY telling by the way they don't reciprocate Toriel or Asgore's hugs. Kris does not make the decision to hug Ralsei - to do so goes against their personal boundaries.
some of the dialogue choices in the Acid Tunnel of Love are such polar opposites. the "nice" options, however, are incredibly presumptuous of Kris' feelings towards Ralsei, having a stark contrast from the "mean" option being silence or shutting Ralsei down. of course the player will pick the kinder one, even if it's odd.
I do want to mention that this lends itself to the notion/theory of the narrator being a seperate entity (as they were in Undertale) who may have the goal of keeping Kris and Ralsei together. for what purpose I have no idea, but it makes sense why one choice for dialogue ("Is it strange to say it's nice spending time with you alone like this?") is either shutting Ralsei down completely ("It's strange") or assertively reciprocating ("I feel the same way"). the narrator entity understands there is a third party, and they understand how to make us work for them without even realising it.
this isn't even getting started on how Ralsei's feelings towards Kris are incredibly idolising. Ralsei tends to be subservient to Kris and Susie, and talks about his sole purpose as a Darkner being to assist the Lightners. "It's the only way we can feel truly fulfilled."
not to mention, Ralsei has been alone for his entire life. he very reasonably wouldn't be able to understand the difference between his feelings for others, nor would he ever have experienced someone caring for him in a platonic or familial manner.
Ralsei saying "it's nice spending time alone with you" is not an inherently romantic sentiment. It is, however, probably the first time he has expressed any such sentiment. Of course he's flustered about it! He doesn't talk to other people, and this is someone he looks up to and admires as a hero from a legend. Kris has thus far fit into Ralsei's narrative perfectly - of course they're his favourite.
For Kris to reciprocate the sentiment is unique and new for Ralsei, which he even acknowledges. ("I mean, e-everything's a first for me, but... Hearing it from you, um... It... it means a lot.") Ralsei has idolised Kris, and as long as Kris continues to play the part forced by the player, nothing good can come of it.
I'm not saying Kris doesn't care about Ralsei. But it's an incredibly toxic dynamic regardless of the whole almost-siblings shenanigan (which is terrible enough to put me off from this ship anyway.)
TLDR kr/alsei sucks get better <3
NODDING AT THIS i don’t have anything else to add i think you verbalized everything i had thoughts on
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Ngl, being able to edit things here is cool, other media don't have this option so all you have to do is delete or slowly die every time you remember that mistake🥲
WELL– in that case it would be really fun to see Yelena just being a big softie to reader and end up getting caught by her friends doing so, then everyone would make fun of her or something (it would probably be their last time making fun of something in their lives, poor souls.
I saw that you still have things to write, so no hurry (and good luck with all this-). Also, Your writing is really good so it will be good anyway, but I'm sure you'll get it!
passive-aggressive magic tricks [Y.Belova]
pairing: yelena belova x reader
summary: a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.
warnings: none, i think [except peter being verbally attacked every other paragraph lmao]; so much dialogue; a weirdly written game of uno; just...so much chaos; never written for yelena before so feel free to yell at me if she's too ooc in this one
wordcount: 1.2k
a/n: this gif makes me feel things gonna start this off by saying that this is meant to be romantic but you can read it as platonic if you want. i know everyone has an opinion on yelena's sexuality and not everyone will agree with mine and that's okay! [just don't be a jerk about it. i personally think yelena is a demiromantic asexual so do with that what you will] ALSO, this is so chaotic and borderline nonsensical and you can blame 🌟 for making me think about yelena playing uno that one time. ALSO ALSO, thank you for the vote of confidence, lovely anon, this was actually really fun to write and i hope you enjoy <3
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“This sucks,” Kate declares with a pout.
“Don’t be such a crybaby, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s words only make the archer’s pout deepen which makes the whole situation feel even more ridiculous.
“Yeah, Kate,” you jump in. “You’re the one who started talking shit in the first place.”
An offended gasp escapes her lips at your accusation. “I wasn’t talking shit! I was being honest about my skills.”
This time, Peter cuts in before the blonde gets a chance to make fun of the archer again. “Guys, I thought we decided against Monopoly so we wouldn’t fight.”
“Fighting is Yelena’s love language,” you reply with a shrug.
You pretend not to notice the way the Russian’s lips quirk up into a small smile and instead focus on Kate and her awful decision-making skills. It takes her a few extra seconds and she still manages to choose the most annoying card in her hand.
“It took you two minutes to throw in a plus-four?” Peter questions, clearly doing his best to not sound judgemental.
“Shut up and take the cards, Pete.”
The boy grumbles something you don’t quite catch but Kate is quick to punch him in the arm, earning herself a kick to the shin. Their dynamic is certainly…interesting and you can’t stop yourself from wondering how much of it comes from being two only children attempting to one-up each other.
Yelena leans in toward you, pretending to whisper. “Why are we hanging out with them again?”
The pair clearly overhears her considering both the glare and the pout that gets thrown your way. You merely shrug in response, attempting to shield your cards from her expert gaze. “It’s…entertaining, I guess.”
“You guys are jerks,” Kate says, speaking the thoughts Peter is far too nice to vocalize. (It’s definitely not because he’s terrified of getting on Yelena’s bad side.)
“And you suck at Uno.”
She rolls her eyes at you but decides not to reply. The small moment of silence allows Peter to take his turn and the game continues…until Yelena decides to betray you.
You’re not fully paying attention to the strategies each one of your companions is forming which means you don’t realize it when they decide to team up against you.
You’re only four cards away from winning and the blonde beside you can’t stop herself from sneaking a look at your deck. Kate somehow manages to catch her in the act and the two stare each other down until the archer raises an eyebrow, silently asking to be a part of the Russian’s plan.
A plan that quickly leads to Kate placing down another plus-four card and Peter being thrown one of Yelena’s under the table.
“We can stack, right?” He asks, mainly in an attempt to keep you from noticing what they’re doing.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply with a shrug. “Just don’t be surprised when Yelena pulls out a knife from her boot.”
The joke gets a few chuckles, and a slightly concerned look from the young Avenger.
“Do not worry, Spider-Boy, I promised y/n I wouldn’t threaten you…again.”
“Right…” Peter’s clearly not convinced but he throws in his card anyway.
You turn to face Yelena with a smug smirk. “Sorry, babe, but it looks like I’m on my way to winning this round.”
“You sound like Kate Bishop.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you but the glint in her eyes shows off more amusement than annoyance. “I hope you handle losing better than she does, though.”
“Hey!” You and the archer both voice your protests, albeit for different reasons, as the blonde slams down the last plus-four card needed to ensure you won’t win any time soon.
This time around, she’s the one who looks at you with a smug grin but you’re too busy being dramatic to fully appreciate how good she looks when she’s being competitive. It’s genuinely just a stupid card game and yet you pull out all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months to get the Russian to melt into the huge softie she is at heart.
“Oh, come on, that was mean.” You pull on your best impression of Kate’s wounded puppy dog look. A look that includes slightly wide eyes and an incredibly deep pout.
A pout Yelena has never been good at resisting. (But only when it comes to you, much to the archer’s dismay)
She, literally and figuratively, keeps her cards close to her chest but you catch the way her free hand twitches slightly, almost as if she’s fighting to keep herself from touching you. It’s strange how affectionate she wants to be with you when she’s always been the first to pull away from a hug, the first one to scoot away when someone sits too close.
Being guarded had always felt like second nature to her until you came along.
Her hand reaches out before she can stop it, landing on your knee and giving it a soft yet reassuring squeeze. It's a subtle reminder that underneath all her sarcasm and the rough edges, she cares about you. A lot more than she ever thought herself capable of.
“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” The words are a mere whisper but somehow the person with the worst attention span you’ve ever seen manages to overhear them.
“Did you just call y/n ‘sweetheart’?” Kate blurts out, clearly far too shocked to worry about her safety. “You actually have feelings?”
“Wait, did she really say that?” Peter’s slightly more cautious but there’s both awe in curiosity shining in his brown eyes.
“I heard her!”
“I think you hit your head too hard on your last mission, Bishop,” you reply, trying to steer the conversation away the second Yelena starts glaring at your friends.
Despite all her other skills, Kate is still awful at reading the room so instead of accepting the safety you’re offering, she decides to be stubborn like always. “Don’t lie to me, y/n, I know what I heard. Yelena’s just a big-”
“A big what?” The blonde cuts in with the most threatening glare she can manage. Which, considering she’s an ex-assassin, is quite effective at shutting the archer up.
“Um…” You can practically see the wheels spinning in the brunette’s head as she tries to come up with something different to say. She clearly fails based on the words that come out. “A big softie..?”
“Oh, Kate,” you sigh. “You’re never going to learn to stop poking the bear, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
Her confusion lasts for about a second before Yelena shoots up from the couch and lunges toward her. The archer gets the message pretty quickly after that, expertly ducking out of the way and taking off running in the direction of the bathroom.
All you can do is laugh and shake your head as the Russian chases after her. “Go easy on her, babe!”
“Yeah, Yelena, listen to your girlfriend!”
“Kate!” You and the Russian yell out at the same time, leading to a fit of giggles belonging to the biggest instigator you've ever met.
"So much for a chill game night," Peter mumbles, placing his cards onto the coffee table. "You're gonna go help Kate out, right?"
You shrug. "I'll think about it."
#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova x female reader#yelena belova x you#yelena belova x y/n#yelena belova fic#yelena belova imagine#yelena belova fanfiction#yelena belova#florence pugh#hawkeye#black widow#kate bishop#peter parker#mcu#mcu fanfiction#marvel#wlw#wlw fic#writing
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how about some tim drake fluff! reader and tim are absolute bffs. at first glance, people wouldn’t think they were super close cuz they seem indifferent towards each other. they both present themselves as serious but chill to other people, but then goof off when they don’t have to talk to anyone else. like they do/say high key embarrassing and cringe stuff but couldn’t care less cuz their serious and chill personas are “off duty”. basically very smart bffs who also happen to be very dumb. i hope that was ok, thank u!!!
𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭🫂
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Fandom. DC
Pairing. Timothy (Tim) Drake x platonic!reader (fem reader)
Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊(comedy?)
Word count. 1038
Warnings. Cursing, (friendly)belittling
Req. this was requested by this lovely anon <3 thank you sm, sugar
Summary. I don't know how to make summaries for this kind of thing :)
Notes. Thank you sm for the request, sugarcube, I appreciate it sm <3 I hope you don't mind the way I kind of made it a few different stories and situations! I somehow found this very hard to write, but it's probably just the writers block speaking! <3 I hope it's alright <33
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No one ever suspected you and Tim to be friends. Colleagues? Sure. Room-mates? Sure, why not, the dynamic was there.
But then again. If anyone squinted at the two of you at the desks of the batcave, they'd recognize the friendly glimmer in your and Tim's eyes. The scoffs, shared looks and suppressed smiles.
The two of you were actually close. Not "we-don't-have-TMI" kind of close, but close enough to know each other in and out.
Nobody knew this though. It would happen often, you two strutting off to goof around (yes, Tim struts, I know I'm right about this one.).
And it would more than often happen in Tim's room.
Tim would be seated at his desk, multiple note books scattered over the surface of the desk. It would be late, about 11 PM, but both of you would be awake (mostly). Tims eyes were droopy as he stared at the screen in front of him, well aware of your presence behind him.
"And what about this.. celebrity is so attractive to your?" He questions quietly, eyes zoning out as the video in front of him plays. A frown tugs at your brows, arms crossing over your chest. "Excuse me?" You ask, your voiced laced with sight annoyance.
"You're excused." Tim sighs, his finger tapping the space bar before leaning back in his office chair, spinning around to face you. You roll your eyes at him before raising a brow at him. "So?" You push, tilting your head slightly to the side.
"Sooo?..." Tim drags it out slightly, trying to get you to elaborate your poorly explained question. A heavy sigh leaves your lips, your hand grabbing the back of Tim's chair, spinning him back around. You hit the space bar, watching the video over again. And again. And again.
Tim sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes. You groan at his silent disagreement. "What now?!" You exclaim, taking a few steps back.
"They're really not that hot-" Tim starts, his nose scrunched up slightly in disgust as he tilts his head back, his eyes following you as you start pacing back and forth in the room. You gasp before he even gets to finish his sentence, cutting him off.
"What do you mean 'not that hot', open your eyes, dude!" You whine, pointing towards the screen again. Tim looks upon the screen again and shutters. "They're really not-" You cut him off again. "Yes, they are!" Tim simply scoffs out a chuckle of defeat as he clicks out of the video. "They're like, older than father-" Tim starts again, you cutting him off, once again. "Age is just a number!" Now it's Tim's turn to protest. "IT IS NOT."
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"[your name], pass me the salt, will you?" Tim asks, not even turning his head as he mixes the sauce. "Say the magic word." You spit out, your own eyes concentrates on cutting up some vegetables for the salad.
Dick raises his head slightly, his eyes flickering between the two of you as he watches you work from the kitchen island. He looks back down at the magazine, his smirk resurfacing as he studies himself (Nightwing) on the front cover.
Tim sighs, rolling his eyes before reach towards you.
"Poppycock." Tim says, a satisfied grin on your lips as you hand him the salt. Dick shoots his head up, frowning in confusion and amusement as he watches the scene unfold in front of him.
"A what now?"
All three of you turn your heads to the doorway of the kitchen, now facing a very confused (but intrigued) Jason.
"What the fuck is a 'poppycock'?"
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"Those two don't really seem like the types to do that though, do they?" Jason says, leaning back in his chair as he sips his coffee.
"I don't know, I mean, they're the best guess we have, aren't they?" Dick continues, leaning to his side to look at Jason from his desk. "I mean, who else would do a prank complicated enough to win a science fair?" Dick asks, arching his eyebrow as Jason glances at him sideways.
"I suppose you have a point." Jason mutters, sipping his coffee as he looks back at the computer screen in front of him. "If you actually listened to me, you'd realize that I very often do." Dick grins as Jason snorts from his seat.
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"Tim, give me your jacket." You mutter, hugging yourself tighter as you, Tim, Jason, Dick and Damian walks down the snow covered street. "What? No, you should've brought your own-"
"No! None of my jackets went with my outfit-" You protest, frowning as you look at Tim. Jason and Dick shares a slightly confused frown, Damian pulling a confused yet somewhat disgusted grimace.
"What the fuck do you mean 'didn't go with your outfit', it's a black leather jacket!" Tim exclaims, rummaging his hands further into the warm pockets of his jacket. "It wasn't the same black!" You try to defend yourself, frowning up at Tim as you reach for his jacket sleeve.
"Let me wear it! My nipples are actually gonna fall the fuck off, give me it!" You raise your voice slightly, Tim groaning in annoyance at you. Dick chokes out a mouthful of hot chocolate, Jason flat-out laughing as Damian groans in disgust.
"You should've brought your own! Nobody cares about your different blacks!" Tim defends, yanking his arm away from you. "I do!" You grunt, shoving at him slightly. "Well I don't!"
☆ 30 minutes later ☆
"You owe me." Tim says, his voice quivering and teeth clattering as he hugs himself, arms tightly wrapped around his own body as he shivers.
"Your Christmas present will make up for it, don't worry." You say, happily snuggled up in Tim's thick winter jacket, browsing through the different variants of some crochet hooks.
"I don't get it." Dick murmurs, holding Damian by his collar as he glares towards some boy around his age.
"Can't tell if they're actually friends or not." Jason mutters, bringing his mug of hot chocolate to his lips. "Well they don't seem to hate each other."
"I don't seem to hate you either, but here we are, aren't we." Jason quickly grumbles, shooting Dick a sideways glare.
#tim drake x reader#tim drake x platonic!reader#tim drake x y/n#bat!family x reader#idk how to tag stuff#dc x reader#dc
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In the books, Sirius's devotion to Harry is of course very deep, but it never translates to something physical. He only shakes Harry's end when he leaves his bedside in book 4, and in book 5 there is something resembling a hug, like twice...? As a dog he stood up his hind legs and front paws on harry's shoulders and a half hug after Christmas. Idk it sort of drives me crazy, because in the movies Harry and Sirius are so affectionate! That first hug when Harry arrives in Grimmauld!! Gary and Dan had an amazing chemistry that other actors were jealous of, they mirrored the book characters, so it palpable on screen, the few scenes Gary is in at all at least.
So, what do you make of this? Do you in musing for art imagine a more affectionate relationship between Harry and Sirius? Maybe if Sirius survived the war? Molly's hug in book 4 was a poignant moment but imo that should have been a moment between Sirius and Harry. Sirius already says he expected something catastrophic to happen to Harry in the third task, that's what he stutters when Harry comes in with Dumblebore. So he is literally afraid of his godsons life and it still shows of course, Sirius staying at Harry's side was very beautifully written, like the devotion is clear, but I am foaming at the mouth for more affection between them in canon? Platonic, not shipping. So between the movies and the books Im just kinda torn what's better
It's more a rant than an ask, sorry lol, but if you have any input I'd he so stoked to read it. Not many peeps in the fandom even give Sirius and Harry any time of day, nvrmind even understand what they had (which also drives me kinda nuts but ok)
Ohhhh, anon, you’ve come to the right spot! Mostly because I love them. I would say that 80% of my fandom interest is just Sirius being a dad to Harry.
To your question, I don’t think one is better than the other. Each has their purpose. Let me share my thoughts:
1. I am soft for movie Sirius and Harry’s affectionate touching. However. The dynamics of their relationship were NOT mirrored from the books, which…is fine. Honestly, I just don’t think it was a priority for the filmmakers. This particular bit doesn’t bother me because the movies are not supposed to replace the source material—they are an interpretation. To me, watching the movies is like reading fic—fun to watch but not canon. Also, the filmmakers removed so much of their relationship in GoF that they HAD to make Sirius and Harry physically affectionate in order for movie audiences to see what losing Sirius would mean to Harry. Their complexity is completely unexplored in the films, and they had to do SOMETHING to get the audience to feel sad when Sirius died. This started in PoA when they really downplayed the context of their relationship. (Lol, see my rant on PoA. I really don’t like that movie hahahahaha.)
2. In the books, Harry and Sirius are not physically affectionate with each other despite their intense love for each other, and I think this is an effective way to show characterization. As I tell my students, this might have been intentional by the author, but it could have been an instinct that she followed (what feels right for the characters).
Here’s what I think: both are so terrified of losing the other that they won’t allow themselves to get too close, and, crucially, they both fear showing vulnerability. Touching someone and reaching out for a hug or comfort is an extremely vulnerable thing to do. If you reach out for a hug, you are showing your true feelings. To be rejected physically is sometimes more devastating than someone telling you to just “go away.” It’s a sign of trust to touch someone—you are trusting that they feel the same way about you, and you are trusting that they won’t pull away. Both Sirius and Harry understand rejection, and both avoid it. How do you avoid rejection? You distance yourself.
I’ll put the rest under a cut because I think this might get long…
Sirius and Harry, for all that they love each other, fall out of trusting each other by OotP. Part of this is trauma, but it is also miscommunication. Harry is worried that Sirius will do something stupid—either out of concern for Harry or because he wants to get out of number 12–but he’s worried he’ll lose Sirius. So by withholding affection (which I’m not sure if he knows how to give physically), Harry distances himself from Sirius which will, theoretically, keep Sirius safe (of course, it backfires). Sirius is…you know…going through stuff in OotP. He is already vulnerable—he perceives himself as being emasculated because he’s not allowed to leave his childhood home and he’s relegated to performing ‘uninteresting, domestic work’, and he must be inactive when he’s a man OF action.
When it comes to Goblet of Fire and the odd handshake… I think Sirius is reeeeeally holding back. Harry does NOT want him to go, and Sirius knows this. (Why DOES Dumbledore send him away? Literally anyone else could have “alerted the old crowd” and NOT the convicted murderer. This is clearly the author’s excuse to get Sirius away from Harry—and, I’ve spoken to this before, Sirius is too much of a miracle character—too smart, too loyal, too loving to support the story that the author wanted to tell.) Sirius, if he had stayed, would have been the emotional support that Harry needed. So if Sirius holds Harry, what if Harry doesn’t let go? What if Sirius himself can’t let go? A handshake will have to do.
So Sirius leaves Harry with that bizarre handshake. That Sirius leaves at all damages their relationship—it could have been repaired with time (if they’d been allowed time), but this moment makes Harry realize that he cannot rely on anyone, not even Sirius. This leaves Harry to be isolated in OotP, and it leaves him to feel like he cannot trust anyone. I’m not blaming Sirius for leaving, but I believe this action causes a rift between them that carries into the next book.
My point is, I HATE that they don’t touch but it is very important that they don’t, at least when it comes to the story that the author wanted to tell. I think it was the right move when we look at the story as a whole. Do I like it? NO! But it’s interesting, and it DOES feel right for them. Is it devastating? Yes!!!!!!!
TL;DR: I don’t think either interpretation is necessarily better than the other, but they both have their purpose. Both are effective!
Touch is…huge in HP. Consider Voldemort’s “I can touch him now” and causing Harry pain. Touch is a privilege, and to be touched without permission is a violation. Harry kills someone by touching them. He is only touched by his family when Dudley beats him up or he gets shoved in his cupboard.
Weirdly, one of my absolutely favorite moments when Sirius and Harry touch is in PoA when the Dementors are closing in on Sirius, Harry, and Hermione, and Harry, as he’s about to faint, reaches out to grab an unconscious Sirius by the arm, thinking something along the lines of “the dementors weren’t going to take him” and such. And this is about two seconds after Harry has accepted that Sirius is telling the truth! Harry physically tethers Sirius to him—this touch-starved teen reaches out to this man who is now everything to him, who is now his only real family, willing to risk death (or worse) to keep it. BUT THEY JUST MET!!!!! Devastating!!!
Also…another thought: the first time Sirius and Harry touch is the first time Sirius has been touched as a human in twelve years. And Harry is beating the absolute shit out of him…and then Sirius nearly strangles him…
Also, also, not to like…self-promote, but if you want some Sirius & Harry family feelings and a wee bit of affectionate touching, I wrote a one-shot where they talk about their feelings in OotP.
Anyway, this got longer than I thought. Thank you for the prompt!!
#if this sounds critical of sirius it’s not#he is a Very Good Character#if he were ‘perfect’ he’d be boring#i like his messy parts#and i like harry’s#i wish there had been more of them together#but i like that we can build the relationship outside of what we’re given#i love AUs#sirius black#harry potter#hp meta#long post#asks
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life in a glass house
summary: you and mark are getting closer, but are you really? based on one tree hill season one episode seven
word count: 1.6k
“i think that’s it for today,” you said, closing your laptop with a small smile on your face. mark nods, also smiling at you. the two of you begin to pack up your things, when mark checks his phone. he throws his head back, a loud groan escaping from his lips.
“you okay?” you asked softly. “yeah just, an unexpected practice was called tomorrow, do you think we could meet at my house instead?” he replied. you froze at his words; you and mark never went to each other’s houses. meeting in the library, student union, or anywhere else on campus was fine, platonic even, but going to his house made this seem more real. it made it seem like you were friends, and you knew that was far from reality.
“i don’t know,” you trailed off, biting your lip. “please y/n. i really need your help studying for this next test,” he begged. “i-” you started, but he interrupted you with another please. “fine! but you’re not going to be distracted. right?” you answered, raising an eyebrow as you crossed your arms over your chest. “no, of course not!” he replied. “thank you so much! i really appreciate this!” he continued. you nodded, smiling, and mark took that as his signal to leave.
as you watched his retreating figure, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how much the dynamic between the two of you had changed. it was obvious, at least on your end, that you were starting to view mark as a friend, possibly even more. although you refused to let yourself go any further than friendship. and yet, mark’s views on you remained unclear.
deep down there was a part of you that wanted more with mark, a deeper friendship, maybe even a relationship, but you felt as if it was one sided. during your tutoring sessions, which were becoming more and more frequent, mark was constantly talking about other girls. ones that were just the complete opposite of you. they liked hockey, understood it, were willing to put themselves out there, and enjoyed spending a night out. all the stuff that mark loved, and you hated. the two of you — you and mark — were just too different.
a fact that was reminded to you when you showed up at his house the following afternoon.
“hi! i’m here to see mark,” you said, when a boy, shorter than mark but still taller than you, opened the door. he looked you up and down, several times, before smiling. “i don’t think you’re his type sweetheart,” he replied, moving to close the door. your mouth fell open in shock, and before you could answer, the door was slammed in your face.
you stood there for a moment, trying to regroup, before pulling out your phone. you dialed mark’s number, foot tapping rapidly on the porch. “yeah?” he answered. “your roommate just slammed the door on me,” you replied, short and snippy. “fuck. i’ll be right there,” he mumbled before hanging up.
he was in deep shit, mark just knew it. finally, after making some sort of progress with you, one of his idiot friends had to ruin it for him. he made it down the stairs and to the front door in record time, holding it open for you as you walked through the threshold.
“i’m so sorry! let’s just go up to my room yeah?” he apologized, grabbing your wrist as he led you up the stairs. you couldn’t help but feel icky, like he was hiding you from his friends. further proving your point that he didn’t return your feelings.
inside his bedroom, mark took the seat at his desk, spinning in the chair to face you. “you can sit wherever. make yourself comfortable,” he explained, gesturing around his room. you nodded, plopping your bag down on the floor as you sat on the edge of his bed. “okay so we have the test tomorrow, on the two books we covered,” you said, getting right to business.
“right. i have my notes and the outline from my last essay, which i was planning to review, but i feel like it’s not enough,” he answered, showing you the documents on his laptop. “mhm. but those are a great start. i would try to think of some questions she might ask,” you replied, leaning over his shoulder as you stood behind his desk chair.
“idk dude, like a symbolism one,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “did you just call me dude?” you asked, scrunching up your nose. mark laughed, “yeah why?” “because! that’s so weird,” you answered. he continued to laugh at you, and you shoved his shoulder, just as someone knocked on his door.
“come in,” he called, turning the chair towards the door. the two of you were really close together, closer than you expected, and somehow, mark’s arm made its way around your waist. “hey dinner’s here. y’know before the party,” the boy, a blonde with a backwards cap on, said.
mark nodded, swallowing thickly. he didn’t invite you to the party, and he wasn't planning too, but he felt super guilty about it now. “right. thanks eddy,” he answered.
mark looked at you, feeling sad and a teeny bit guilty. “party? i thought you needed my help to study?” you mumbled. “i do…but the hockey guys they just…they don’t get it,” he tried to explain and you hummed in agreement, stepping away from him. mark’s arm fell to the side.
“right,” you said, picking up your bag from the floor. “please don’t be mad. i couldn’t invite you. it’s hockey guys only,” he said, standing from his chair to take the empty space next to you. you nodded, taking a deep breath. “of course. i get it. anyways here’s a copy of my notes, and study guide. i would try to review them, if you have time. have fun at your party,” you said, plastering a fake smile on your face as you left his room, and the house.
hours later, the party was in full swing. the house was packed with people, and music was blaring from the speaker downstairs. mark kept trying to get into it. he played beer pong with eddy, but his heart wasn’t really in it. all he could see was your disheartened face every time he blinked or looked into the crowd. he was angry at himself for not inviting you, for not accepting his feelings towards you. he tried to harbor them, shoving them under the rug for as long as possible. something that finally caught up with him.
“mark, you good man?” someone asked, shaking his shoulder. mark blinked, meeting the eyes of rutger mcgroarty, a freshman on the hockey team. he nodded, “all good.” rutger didn’t look convinced, but he was smart enough not to push it. he needed to call you, mark decided, excusing himself from the downstairs area and heading up to his bedroom. imagine his surprise when he found some girl digging through his stuff.
“what the hell are you doing?” he asks, grabbing the girl by her elbow. she’s wasted, mark can tell that much, and before she can even get out an explanation, he’s showing her the way out. thankfully she finds her friends at the bottom of the stairs, who seem more than ready to take care of her. “one problem solved,” mark mumbled to himself, bounding back up the stairs to his room.
yet somehow, a whole new problem arose. he thought he was making progress with y/n but now he’s right back to square one: being ignored. he kept trying to talk to her, but she never gave him the time of day, instead opting for an eye roll and dramatic exit.
“i don’t know what happened. things were going great between us,” mark explained to ethan and mackie as he stared at y/n from across the dining hall. “really? i think it’s pretty obvious, she’s embarrassed,” mackie replied.
“embarrassed? about what?” mark asked, looking at the connecticut native. “because of the letter,” he said matter-of-factly. mark raised his eyebrows, confusion written all over his face. “don’t tell me you don’t know! it was in your room!” ethan exclaimed, but there was no sign of recognition on mark’s face.
“she wrote you a little note, very simple, but not something you’d want to go around campus. some girl was showing it to everyone,” mackie explained, and suddenly mark was getting flashbacks to the girl on his room from the party. he was livid, filled with rage towards this girl for screwing everything up.
he stood up from the table, walking confidently over towards y/n. she was eating her dinner, sitting with a couple of friends. “y/n, can i talk to you?” he asked, standing by her chair. she froze, body going rigid. “i really don’t want to talk with you mark,” she replied, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“i know you’re mad at me about the note, but i didn’t even know it existed! i swear! and i would never spread that around,” he explained, rushing over his words as she began to pick up her trash and gather her belongings. as she moved to step away, still refusing to acknowledge him, mark wrapped his hand around her bicep. “please y/n, please,” he begged softly, so quietly that only she could hear.
“i asked you not to waste my time mark,” she answered softly, escaping from his grip. mark watched as she exited the dining hall. he was fucked.
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🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
A/N: So this idea came from me wanting to venture out and do something special for pride month. Leave it to me to get it out right at the end of the month lol. As a bisexual hopeless romantic, the premise just kind of hit me and I just rolled with it. It's my first ever femxfem piece, but I hope it turned out good. I may possibly do a second part to this if I feel like it later down the road if people want that. Anyways, I hope you guys like this one! All characters are aged up.
Pairing: Tsireya x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Lo'ak
Warnings: Unrequited Love?, Secret Crush, Jealousy, Angst, Throuple Dynamic, Smut, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Dry Humping?, Praise Kink if you squint, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4k
Summary: You're forced to confront your secret crush on your best friend when her attention starts to drift elsewhere.
There was no one you loved more than Tsireya. She had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. She has been your constant. She is always here with you. There was not a time before her and there will never be a time after her. She was your person. Your Reya. You were convinced that there was not a force strong enough on this planet to come between the two of you.
Even as the two of you grew and matured and males started looking at the two of you as potential mates, anyone who approached you had to know that this was a package deal. Tsireya would always be number one in your heart and vice versa. There was no one else worthy of her love.
Boys came and went, but you were here with her forever. When the next stupid boy would come along and inevitably break her heart, you would be here with open arms waiting for her to melt in your warm embrace. “Forget about that asshole, Reya. You still got me and I’m not going anywhere.”
At least, that was how it was supposed to work.
The arrival of the Sully family completely threw everything off. Specifically, Lo’ak. You saw the way he looked at Tsireya when they first landed. Of course, he’d be enthralled by her beauty. Who wouldn’t be? But what you weren’t ready for was the way she looked back at him. There was no way she was serious. But she was. No matter. This one will end soon enough just like all the others and it would be just you and her together against the world again. The way it was supposed to be.
You had convinced yourself that even though Lo’ak was clearly taken with Tsireya, she was only being friendly towards him. It was strictly platonic. It only makes sense. She has the responsibility of helping train him and his siblings and it just makes sense to be hospitable. That’s all it was.
But slowly, over the passing months, it became harder and harder to convince yourself. Tsireya started finding less and less time for you and more and more time for Lo’ak. Early morning walks were spent hand-in-hand with him. She would sit with him at meals listening intently to whatever nonsense he was spewing. And training, that was the worst. They were always so touchy with each other. The way his hand would rest a little too close to her inner thigh when he rode on the back of her ilu and the way her face would flush at the contact. It made your stomach churn.
“Easy. What did the spear do to you?” Ao’nung joked next to you while you aggressively sharpened your weapon. True enough, it threatened to snap in your grasp at any moment. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and tossed it to the ground.
He huffs out a sigh, “You know, you make yourself so obvious.”
Your head whips around to him, “How do you mean?”
“I mean that it is clear to anyone with half a brain that you are completely in love with Tsireya and you’re jealous that she’s taken a liking to the forest freak.”
Heat spreads through your cheeks at his astute observation. “You’re being ridiculous. I just don’t think he’s good enough for her. And as her best friend, I just want the best for her.”
“That’s bullshit. You don’t think anyone is good enough for her because they’re not you. You don’t just ‘want the best for her’, you think you are the best for her.”
“You know, Ao’nung, you’d do well to mind your own business.” You hurriedly stand and take off down the beach. Right now, you’re not sure which upset you more, watching Tsireya let Lo’ak be all over her, or the fact that Ao’nung had you totally figured out. He was right. You had been caught in Tsireya’s undercurrent for years and you were more than happy to drown yourself in her.
But in reality, deep down, you knew. You knew that your feelings were completely one-sided. She had never seen you the way you did her. Her love for you, while it was true and strong, it was purely platonic. That realization hurt more than an arrow straight through the chest.
There had been so many moments you had wanted to tell her how you truly felt. How much you loved her. How you actually loved her. Beg her to give you a chance to prove yourself a worthy and competent mate for her. So many times you had almost let the words slip out when she’d fall into your arms in tears. Almost. But then the fear would smell hope in the air and pounce like the predator it was. And you would cower away from your feelings like prey.
…
Today was the last straw. You’ve had just about all you can take of this. You couldn’t take it when Tsireya had eagerly showed you the arm band she had woven for Lo’ak. The intricate pattern that you just know she spent countless hours perfecting and the beads whose color would have taken hours of searching to find. She had never made anything for anyone but you. The one anklet that you still wore to this day. The one that she had made for you back when you were children and you would have her adjust for you every time you grew too big to fit it anymore. It was special because Tsireya did not make jewelry for anyone else since. And now, here her new gift stared you right in the face gloating. Rubbing sea salt into the still bleeding gash on your heart. You couldn’t take the shy smile on her face as she explained how many times she’d had to restart the project just to get it right. You had taken about as much of this as you could and, finally, you had lost it.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, Tsireya. I’m sure he’ll love it. He loves anything you do.” Your words are sarcastic and bitter as they hit her ears making them twitch in confusion.
“What is wrong? You never call me by my name.” it breaks your heart to see the way her face falls, but not more than seeing the trinket still clutched in her hand.
“Just forget it. Go be with your new boyfriend.”
“Why are you acting this way?” you can see the tears starting to well in her eyes. Your heart yearns to reach out and stop them in their tracks, but your ego is too bruised to let you move towards her.
“Me acting this way? What about you? Ever since Lo’ak came into the picture, you’ve completely forgotten about me. About us! He may be infatuated with you, but I actually lo—”
Your brain kicks into autopilot and stops your tongue before you can even register what you were about to say.
Her stare is gentle and once your half confession fully settles into her mind, there’s a flash of what looks like pity. And there it is. The rejection. You knew it was coming, but to see it still hurt all the same. Your eyes drop to the floor and your ears shrink down to your head trying to make yourself look as small as you felt.
“Never mind. Forget I said anything.” You quickly pass her to take off running down the shore.
“Wait!” She calls out after you, but your feet are already set in their mission to carry you away from this situation.
You fucked up. You had utterly destroyed whatever semblance of a relationship you had with Tsireya. There’s no way she doesn’t hate you now. She would go be with Lo’ak and would resign the memory of you to a dark corner of her past that she would soon forget.
You keep running. You’re not sure where to, but you keep going hoping to outrun your heartache. Eventually, your feet slow down and your lungs burn with lack of oxygen. When you finally come to a halt, you’re met with a secluded section of the beach hidden by towering boulders on the shore. You remember this place. You had come here years ago with Tsireya. The day you realized you were in love with her.
You both had come here and decided to braid each other’s hair. The act of braiding someone’s hair felt so inherently intimate. You were initially confused about the full-body chills you felt when her fingers trailed through your loose curls. Her grip was gentle, but firm and the rise and fall of your chest got deeper with each breath. She layed your head in her lap when she finished and simply let her hands stroke your head. Looking up at her in that moment, she looked ethereal. If you had ever doubted the existence of Eywa, this had definitely turned you into a believer. Only an almighty being could create someone so perfect. In that moment when your heart swelled in your chest, you knew.
But that was all over now. Sitting amongst these boulders now brought on only cold, stiff despair. You sink to your knees and you let yourself grieve. Grieve the love that never got the chance to be. Grieve the greatest friendship you had ever known. Grieve the future that would forever be out of your reach. And these rocks bore witness to it all.
“There you are!” you turn to see Tsireya running towards where you sat for what felt like months. Embarrassment and shame burn in your cheeks and you turn your head back away from her. “How did you know where I’d be?”
“I just know you too well.” A small smile plays on her lips until she sees you aren’t buying into it and her smile falls just as easily as it came.
Her hand rests on your cheek and brings your face back to her. “Look at me” her eyes are sad and her tone is cautious. “I love you. You know that.”
“Just not the way that I love you.”
Her ears flatten against her head and her thumb rubs small circles against your cheeks. You let out a deep sigh leaning your face more into her touch. There’s almost no more time to process everything you’re feeling when Tsireya leans forward and presses her lips to yours. You’re unable to do anything but sit there dumb struck when she pulls back. The kiss was quick and sweet and now it feels like all the blood has rushed to your head. You know your face must give away how you’re feeling from how she giggles at your expression.
“Why did you do that? I—I mean, I’m happy. But I’m also really fucking confused.” It feels like the words can’t tumble out of your mouth fast enough.
“You may be skilled, but subtlety has never been your strong suit. I have always known.”
Your eyes go wide in shock and embarrassment. How long has she known? Were you really that obvious? Did Ao’nung tell her?
“Wait, but what about Lo’ak?”
She shrugs slightly, “Yes, I love him, but I told him that if we were going to be anything to each other, he would have to accept all of me. And that includes you. You are a part of me and I love you…in every way.”
Her hand grips yours tightly hoping that it will aid you in believing her.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I assumed that you were not ready yet since you didn’t say anything to me either.”
You can’t help but laugh slightly at yourself. You couldn’t really blame her for that.
“So Lo’ak is…okay? Like with this?” you gesture between the two of you hoping that she understands what you actually mean. And the relief you feel when she nods her head is unmatched.
You all but throw yourself into her arms and hold her tight trying to cling on to this dream for dear life.
When she laughs, it shakes your body a little. “Are you going to cry?”
“No! Shut up.” you lie already feeling the tears gathering on your waterline.
…
The next few weeks feel like a fever dream. Tsireya convinced you to play nice with Lo’ak. You were hesitant to say the least, but when she flashes you those big sad eyes, how are you supposed to ever say no to her? And, you’d never admit this out loud, but you’re glad that you did give him a chance. You were maybe a little over-vigilant the first few days, but he quicky showed how much he actually cares and how respectful he could be. Not only to Tsireya either. Lo’ak would always make it a point to ensure that you were included in activities and conversations. Anything he did for Tsireya, he did for you too. Even the courting gifts. It was a little awkward for you at first. Nevertheless, he would always make sure to bring two of whatever gift he had. It was more than a little sweet.
“I thought you hated my guts. Of course, I was afraid to approach you!” he said with levity dancing through his voice making all of you laugh. Tsireya’s legs were draped across his lap with his hands resting on them and rubbing small circles into her calf. Her head rested in your lap and one of your hands held her cheek which she rested comfortably into.
“Sorry, that is kind of on me. I was not your biggest fan to start with.”
“And what about now?” he cocks his eyebrow at you.
“I guess you��re okay.” You playfully roll your eyes, but Tsireya catches the look on your face.
“Liar! You are blushing!” she teases from under you.
“Reya!” you lightly pinch her cheek and she laughs that adorable little laugh of hers.
When the day comes for you to all be mated, you’re more than a little nervous.
“Um…s-so how do we…I mean like do you—or sh-should we…maybe…” your mind is racing so fast that you can’t seem to pin down a single coherent thought and it shows. “I have no idea how this is supposed to work.” You finally admit. Tsireya squeezes your hand reassuringly and offers you a small smile calming you instantly.
“Listen, you two go have your fun. I’ll join you soon enough.” Lo’ak suggests and your jaw drops a little while Tsireya’s tail is thrashing happily behind her.
“Are you sure? I mean like I’d love to, but are you sure you’re okay with that?” you almost can’t believe it.
He smirks and shrugs his shoulders a bit, “You guys have been together way before I came along. It just makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Tsireya lifts up on her toes and kisses his cheek. In a show of appreciation, you do the same before whispering a small ‘thank you’.
“Just make sure you both save some energy for me too!” he teases as you walk into the marui and pull the covering over the entrance.
Tsireya is already taking a seat on the mat and you join her and you just take in her beauty.
“I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know what to do.” She admits with her cheeks turning violet. You’re sure your face probably mimics hers, but you decide to take the initiative.
You reach out to cup her face and pull her lips to yours in a tender kiss. She relaxes at your touch and your hands slide down to rest on her waist and pull her closer. Her hands wrap around the back of your neck and her fingers busy themselves tracing up and down your spine. Cautiously, you swipe your tongue along her bottom lip in hopes that she’ll let you in and she does. Her mouth tastes sweet on your tongue. It makes your whole body feel like it’s buzzing. She sighs into the kiss and it makes you feel bold enough to pull her into your lap and she crosses her legs around you. She’s so close, but you still need her closer. Your hands race up and down her body itching to touch every inch of skin physically possible. You finally break the kiss only to trail your lips down her jaw and neck where you suck little hickeys into her flawless skin. Her fingers tangle in your hair and that familiar shiver runs down your back. You move your face and hands to her chest taking in every part of her you can. You clumsily untie her top and discard it across the room so that you can have uninhibited access to her. Your hands grope and squeeze and tease before you give an experimental lick to one of her nipples. She squeaks out a cute little whimper and it may possibly be the most arousing sound you’ve ever heard. Her face is fully flushed looking down at you as you continue to let yourself indulge in her body.
Tsireya starts to grind her hips down into yours searching for friction against her throbbing heat. You shift your bodies so that you can lay her down on her back and she keeps her thighs secure around your waist. Your body seems to work out what to do before your mind as your hips slowly roll into hers and she starts to moan when you hit a certain spot. You’re almost embarrassingly wet at this point feeling her skin all over yours.
“Mmf…please…I need you to touch me there.” Her breathless pleas make your ears twitch and it’s almost comical how quickly you kiss your way down her body until your face is buried between her thighs nipping little love bites into the soft skin on the inside. Tsireya is actually the one who takes it upon herself to raise her hips and slide off her loincloth and all you can do is stare at her awestruck. Your heart skips several beats as you come face-to-face with her core. It’s even prettier than you had imagined in your dreams. Her pheromones are almost overwhelming, but in the best way where you want to suffocate in it. There’s already a small puddle forming on the mat underneath where her slick is dripping out of her.
“Do not stare. It’s embarrassing.” She says trying to hide her blush behind her hands. You never thought you could love Tsireya any more than you already did, but right now, seeing her like this…you are irredeemably in love with her and shamelessly horny for her. You start with small kitten licks here and there trying to gauge her reactions. Small whimpers jump from her throat, but when you drag the flat of your tongue over her clit, a loud moan spills over and her eyes close savoring the feeling. That’s it. You drag your tongue up the length of her pussy and wrap your lips around her clit and suck lightly. Her hands immediately shoot down to hold your hair while her head falls back. You groan letting her arousal coat your tongue and watch her chest heave with her panting breaths. Her fingers tighten at the root of your hair and her hips start to grind into your face covering your nose and mouth and chin in her essence. One of your fingers covers itself in her slick and probes at her entrance. You slowly sink your digit into her and there’s just barely enough room for your finger inside of her tight heat. You’re almost worried that you hurt her when you curl your finger up and she cries out, but her half-lidded eyes staring down at you tell you otherwise.
“Ma precious Reya, so sweet” the desire is thick in your voice. Even after the countless nights that you dreamed of this moment, it doesn’t even come close to the reality. All the sweet noises she makes and your name dripping from her lips like honey makes your body feel like fire.
Your thumb brushes over her clit and you can feel how her walls clench around your finger at the contact.
“Ah! I think I’m gonna…” you don’t even let her finish her thought when you attach your lips to her clit again and suck on it lightly still stroking your finger in and out of her. This throws her over the edge. Her back bows and her muscles contract as her release washes over her. Her clit throbs in your mouth and you can feel her dripping down your finger while she rides out her orgasm.
Her body finally relaxes and you pull your finger out of her. It’s only when you sit back on your heels that you notice how you’re soaking through your own loincloth. Tsireya sits up on her elbows and her eyes fall to the giant wet spot between your legs. Your thighs squeeze together suddenly feeling very self-conscious under her gaze. Her face melts into pure seduction as a smirk plays at her lips. Now you look like a deer in headlights watching the sway of her tail while she crawls over to you. You’ve never seen such an expression on her and it’s threatening to make your brain short circuit.
Tsireya claims your lips with hers and uses this opportunity to undo the knot still holding your loincloth on your hips. “This needs to go right now” she says against your mouth finally getting it off you and throwing it somewhere behind her that you can’t bring yourself to care about in this moment. A gentle hand on your chest urges you to lay back as she eyes your figure. You can tell that she’s nervous about doing well from the way her left ear twitches back and forth without the right one doing the same. It’s always been a tell that she’s had. Regardless of whatever nerves she’s feeling, she sinks her head between your legs and starts lapping at your drenched folds.
A deep sigh leaves your lips somewhere between relief and need. Her eyes flash up to your face when she licks your clit and your body jolts from the stimulation. It’s too much to see her watch you writhe in pleasure under her. And the way her lips and tongue move along your pussy—oh, Eywa, you would never guess that this was her first time doing this. Or maybe, after all these years, she just knew you that well. Whatever the case was, it was working wonders.
“A-ah…Reya…” your hands rest on top of hers that held your thighs open and your eyes roll until you find the unending blackness behind them.
The knot deep in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping. You hadn’t realized just how close to cumming you already were just from eating her out, but now she’s about to tumble you right over that edge and you’re more than happy to fall right into your orgasm. You cum with a loud, unrepentant moan and her name in a never-ending string on your tongue. Stars spot your vision by the time you start to come down and Tsireya watches your erratic breathing slowly calm itself while resting her cheek on the inside of your thigh.
A large lopsided grin sits on your face reveling in the bliss of the moment. You silently swear that you’ll never complain about a single thing in life ever again.
“Was that good?” she sheepishly asks you and your hands bring her face up to yours.
“That was fucking amazing, Reya.” She giggles against your lips when you kiss her again.
“Can I finally come play too?” Lo’ak’s voice breaks through the marui and you release Tsireya. You both turn to look at him and you’re all a little surprised when you’re the one to extend your hand out to him.
“Get in here, skxawng.” A grin flashes across his face before he steps in and lets the flap close behind him.
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hello! can I request platonic! gnarpy x motherly! reader? reader has platonically affectionate towards Gnarpy and act like xyr mother, and although Gnarpy act like xe hate it, xe secretly accepts their love.
* . 🛸 ── gnarpy x (motherly) reader headcanons!!
hiii hii thank you for being my first requester nonny i appreciate it a ton!! :] love love the gnarp gnarp. sorry if the pronoun grammar is a little wonky i had to use a guide :[
gnarpy is initially APPALLED at the nerve you have to think xey need any care whatsoever—! especially if you’re not a gnarpian yourself. be ready for xem to constantly push you away while attempting to insult you in the process. how dare you give... good, reasonable advice to a gnarpian soldier...!!! xe doesn’t need your input!!!!!!!
xey will only start acknowledging your efforts if you kinda play along with the whole ‘power dynamic’ thing gnarpy has set between your species. weird creature? that’s okay, gnarpy, but have you eaten anything today? xey’ll groan and walk off to do just that, telling you xey didn’t need a stupid reminder from you. but xe really did.
sometimes gnarpy’s uniform can get a little torn in battle, leaving xem looking a bit ridiculous, and complaining all the way back to you. that’s one thing you noticed, too— gnarpy always comes back. regardless of how much xe claims xey don’t need your help, xey don’t like you and never will, xey always find xeir way to you. as tv girl once said: “you know where to find me, and i know where to look”
back to my ORIGINAL point— the uniform. gnarpy may know... a lot of things, but one thing xey don’t know? how to sew. even a little hole has xem clueless. how did xey handle this problem before you? throwing the whole suit out, whether it’s salvageable or not, and retrieving a new one. that whole process nearly made your brain explode
you explain the concept of sewing to gnarpy and xey don’t seem to be having it. managing to sit the alien down on a stool with some bribery, you take your time patching up the hole, the fabric appearing as good as new. the whole time gnarpy was shaking a tad bit, somewhat fearing you’d poke xeir skin on accident, but seemed appreciative of the gesture, saying it wasn’t bad work for someone like you. and perhaps... a quiet thanks?
there’s a small chance gnarpy will purr if you’re alone together. whether you’re bandaging xem up from a battle, providing xem with some sustenance, or if you even manage to get close enough to comb xeir messy fur, you’ll be able to hear the faint noise. it’s a little embarrassing for xem so as long as you don’t poke fun at xem or mention it too much, it’ll be more reoccurring thing.
despite the verbal protests, grunts of frustration and cold stares, gnarpy deeply appreciates having someone like you in xeir life. it’s safe to say xey didn’t have much of a motherly role growing up based on how indifferent and rejecting xey are of your care at first, so to finally have someone fulfill that role means so much to xem, so so much. more than xey’d ever let you know.
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