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Stray Kids Reaction || How You Meet [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

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TW: Mentions of violence and guns

A/N: I had so much fun writing the next lot of reactions, you have no idea!!!

CHAN:

There was something in the air today, something that was fucking up your life and you weren't enjoying it. It was as if the world had looked at you today and decided that it was your turn to have the worst luck in the history of the universe. You'd gotten fired, fallen into the canal, and got an eviction letter all in one day and yet the universe was still throwing curve balls at you since you'd just almost gotten hit by a car.

"Are you okay?!" Your friend questioned as you stood against the brick wall your head resting against the brick as you did your best to calm down your racing heart. The car had been inches away from hitting you until she pulled you away and you would have been dead if she wasn't with you. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take in some deep breaths and steady yourself a little, Your eyes scanned the road as you saw the car that almost barrelled you down pulling into the layby next to you.

"Listen! Creep! If you're going to yell at her for being in the road maybe you should drive like a normal person!" Katarina said before you could stop her, the man stared at her before disregarding her entirely and staring you down. He was almost 6 foot tall, bald and had a giant scar running down the left side of his face,

"Don't stare her down! It might work on other people but Yn here isn't going to back down, we'll sue you! You were driving over the speed limit! We could have you arrested," You put your hand on Katarina's arm trying to get her to cool her jets,

"Leave it, Kat, he didn't hit me." You begged as you shook your head, as soon as this day was over the better. All you wanted to do was go home to bed and sleep it all off like nothing had happened but you wouldn't go back to a bed, you were going back to Kat's sofa bed,

"I won't leave it! He could have killed you!" She yelled out drawing attention from those around you when you heard another car door shut, you glanced in the direction of the car to see a man making his way toward you.

"What do you want?!" Katarina yelled out making a few of the women that were watching the exchange gasp out.

"Are you okay?" The question was directed at you by the man who spoke with an Australian accent, your eyes stuck on him as you took in a small intake of breath. The man was stunning to look at, his eyes felt as though they were piercing into your soul as you stared back at him, slowly nodding.

"Are you sure? It must have scared you." The man stated as he continued to look at you, searching for any sign that you might be lying to him.

"I've told him countless times to drive the speed limit around here but he never listens," He admitted to you, though it was only partially true. When Chan needed to get somewhere he would, he didn't care who was on the roads but after seeing you so scared there was something inside of him that scared him, the aching urge to want to protect you took over his body.

"Y-Yes, fine. Just shook up," You admitted as Kat stared at you, narrowing her eyes at the man and then at you before she smirked a little. It was obvious that you were attracted to the man, though it was lost on Kat as to why since his driver had almost hit you.

"She would be better if you took her for some tea, you know, to make up for your driving almost killing her." Your eyes shot in her direction but she refused to look at you, instead, she chose to stare at the man that was apologising to you,

"Kat!" You hissed out, was she out of her mind? One second she was ready to fist fight the person who had almost hit you and now she was attempting to set you up.

"She's right, I should take you for some tea to steady your nerves. It's the least I can do," Chan said as he watched you, his eyes hadn't left your face since the moment he got out of the car and you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.

"Text me when you're done," Kat winks at you, walking away so that you can't decline the offer of tea and you whimper a little.

"I'm Chan, it's lovely to meet you...?" He stated his name so that it wouldn't feel too weird going to get something to drink with a stranger.

"Yn." You told him as he took your hand in his and gently lifted it to his lips, kissing it gently as you felt your body warm at the whole interaction.

MINHO:

You would have to be stupid not to know who the man standing inside of the animal shelter was right now, you'd also have to be stupid to be the one serving him and yet here you were. In fairness, you'd been the only one brave enough to stay and see what Minho could have wanted in a place like this. It wasn't every day the local mafia leader walked into a cat shelter and began looking around for something.

"Could I help Mr Lee?" You quizzed walking toward him and trying to remain as calm as possible. He was alone here, no guards following him, none of his men looking out for him it was just him and it worried you. Was he going to put this place out of business? You hoped not, this was your favourite job ever and you didn't want the cats to have to suffer,

"I'm looking to adopt," He told you without looking at you, instead he was staring into the crate of a sleeping set of kittens. 

"They were abandoned a few nights ago, I found them on my way home." You admitted,

"How could anyone ever abandon something as cute as a cat?" He sighed standing up straight and turning around to face you, you smiled up at him warmly and his breath was completely taken away from him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it as he stared down at you,

"I do have some older cats though, if you'd prefer some older cats." You suggested, pointing behind you at the countless cages that lined the walls all filled with at least one cat.

"Do you care for them all?" He questioned, taking out his phone and making sure he could have everything that needed to be done, done as soon as possible.

"Yep. I do it with the help of my workers, we want to make sure every cat has someone that would love them in their life," You smiled at yourself, it was something you'd stood by for years and always would stand by.

"What if they don't get adopted by a certain time frame?" You knew what he was asking and you hated it, you'd always hated shelters that took that option.

"They stay, as long as they need." You told him plainly, you stared him down waiting for him to ask you what he was trying to ask you properly.

"You don't..." He swallowed nervously, "You don't kill them?" He questioned and you shook your head, there was no way you could ever cause harm to another animal's life.

"I could never." He nods at you, smiling brightly as he thinks about it all.

"I wish I could take them all." He admitted and you instantly let out a giggle before slapping your hand over your mouth.

"What's so funny?" He arched a brow at you, you seemed so relaxed around him which was something he wasn't entirely used to and he was enjoying it.

"I just wouldn't expect someone of your...profession, to be so fond of cats." He eyed you up a little and let out a small chuckle. If there was anything this interaction was teaching him it was that he wanted to spend more time with you,

"There's a lot you don't know about me." 

"I suppose." You shrugged, looking down at the clipboard as you thought about a cat that would be perfect for him. You would have preferred an elder cat go with him rather than kittens, Everyone wanted a kitten but not many people considered caring for older cats.

"Something you could get to know if you really wanted." He told you before your head shot up and you stared at him a little confused as he smirked at you.

"We'll discuss our date once the work is done," He told you before putting his phone away, once he got the confirmation that everything could be done he was ready.

"The work? Our date?" You questioned, completely shocked by both of the things he'd thrown at you.

"I'll take every cat," He said plainly as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What? Where would you keep them all? I need to do some background checks, and house checks to make sure everything is okay for the cats." You told him but he shook his head and smiled warmly at you. He knew he would never pass a house inspection and the only answer was for them to stay here,

"They'll stay here and we'll have to make some changes."

"Changes?" You quizzed, following him as he walked through the small room you were single of.

"Yes, if we're going to let cats live here then we're going to turn this into a cattery. A huge place for them to explore, I can have my contractors here earliest by next week."

"But-" You tried to say something but he was already quick on the ball with it.

"I'll pay for everything."

"That's not what-" You were more worried about whether or not you could stay, or your workers. What did all of this even mean?

"You'll keep your job, anyone you want to stay will stay." He told you before you glared at him, he might have scared everyone else but not you.

"Do you have an answer for everything?" You asked snarkily, placing your hands on your hips,

"I don't have an answer about our date." He told you before you eyed him up,

"I won't date my employer."

"Good, because I'm not the employer. You work at the cattery where I just happen to own all of the cats," He smirked at you making your whole body burn,

"You won't give up...Will you?" He shook his head and you sighed, rolling your eyes before agreeing to the date with him. After all, it was just one date. Right?

CHANGBIN:

You clutched the strap on your bag pressing it against your chest, keeping your head down as you walked under the street lights and in plain view of the stores so that if you went missing, someone would see. You were doing everything right, you didn't have earphones in, and you kept yourself aware of your surroundings without looking anyone in the eyes. Living in a dangerous city you knew every rule that there was to keep yourself safe and you were following it all to the T.

"Hey, pretty lady!" Someone yelled from in front of you but you didn't even acknowledge it, you kept moving and ignored the way he called after you. 

"Don't fucking ignore me! You're not better than me!" He slurred, clearly drunk and that terrified you even more. Drunk men didn't care about anything but themselves,

"Talk to me!" He yelled out, he was quickly gaining on you and you didn't want to run, if you ran it would ensure a chase and the last thing you wanted was to be sprinting and getting tired. So you headed in the direction of a local bar, the one you worked in and you knew you'd be safe there. It might have been owned by one of the scariest men in the city but it was also the safest place for women...well for everyone. Changbin would make sure everyone who worked there or even entered was protected it was one of the things you admired about the man. You were seconds away from reaching the door but none of the bouncers were on duty right now. 

"Don't fucking run away from me!" A hand was clasped around your wrist and you were shoved roughly against the wall, you let out a small high-pitched groan and the man smirked.

"You can't go anywhere now." He told you, leaning down and looking at you as you glared at him. All you had to do was buy some time, you could eventually kick him in the dick and slide into the bar but right now it was a waiting game. Waiting for him to fuck up.

"I suggest you leave her alone before you lose your hand," A voice said from the left of you, your head turned to see Changbin staring at you with a very unimpressed look on his face.

"Leave me and my girlfriend alone," He grumbled but you looked at Changbin with pleading eyes. It was obvious this wasn't your boyfriend,

"Last I checked, Miss Yn here didn't have a boyfriend. In fact, she's due to be on stage in a few minutes." You were a little taken aback. Did he know you? You worked for him sure but that didn't mean he knew the details of your life.

"Who do you think you are?!" The man slurred, and you stared at the side of his head. How did he not know Changbin? That was neither here nor there, you took your opportunity while he was distracted to draw your knee in between his legs as he grunted letting go of you so you sprinted toward Changbin who was smirking at you impressed by you.

"Good move, beautiful." Your body flamed at the compliment coming from Changbin. This was the first time you were officially meeting him, you worked for him but the two of you had never actually spoken until tonight.

"I'll fucking kill you!" The man grunted, standing up straight as he made his way toward you but Changbin grabbed his wrist and within seconds the man's chest was pressed against the wall with his arm pinned between his shoulder blades.

"You owe the lady an apology. You already tested my patience enough tonight." Changbin told him with a small growl in his throat, the thought of someone hurting you drove him wild.

"Fuck. You." The man was released and Changbin let out a cocky smile, looking at you,

"Turn away princess, I don't want you to have to see this." You did as you were told and heard the familiar sound of a gun going off before two men moved to go to Changbin. When it was finally clear for you to turn around Changbin was smiling,

"You have tonight off, let me drive you home." You nodded as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and made his way over to the black bently that was waiting for him.

"I'll come and get you every night from now on. I don't want anything to happen to you," He suggested as you got into the car, your eyes on him as you smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Mr. Seo," You sat down and did up the belt as Changbin smiled at you, he was going to woo you and he didn't care how long it was going to take.

"Call me Changbin, please." You nodded and smiled a little, the two of you heading in the direction of your apartment.

HYUNJIN:

Your hands graced along the paint brushes in front of you, You were trying to find some new painting supplies and the brushes you'd purchased last week weren't good for you. The bristles were falling out and staying on your paintings and you needed something better, which was how you'd ended up in one of the most expensive painting supplies shops in the city. From the moment you walked in you could feel eyes on you and it was making you completely uncomfortable, did they think you were going to try and steal from them or something?

"I recommend these." A voice said as he reached out for a boxed set of brushes, your eyes slowly looked up at him and you let out a small gasp. This man was beautiful, truly, You could barely believe your eyes as you stared at him. Seriously, was this man from a painting? You could have sworn people this beautiful only existed in paintings or fictional works.

"They're by my favourite painter and they're perfect for everything. The bristles have minimal fallout, if any, I've never seen any in my work." He told you as you continued to stare at him with your mouth hanging open a little, it was incredible just to look at him. You must have looked insane to anyone watching you so you quickly snapped from your trance,

"Thanks." You smiled looking at the price tag and your face fell a little, there was no way you'd be able to pay for these today or maybe if ever,

"I think I should look somewhere more in my price range though,  ₩2M is a little out of my sights." You laughed a little awkwardly and he chuckled a little, they were a little bit on the expensive side but they were certainly worth it.

"How about I get them for you?" He suggested making you laugh a little until you realise he was serious about it.

"Why would you do that? I couldn't pay you back."

"You could, by letting me take you to dinner." You were a little shaken up, a man was offering to buy you expensive brushes and take you out to dinner? Where were the cameras? Because you were pretty sure this was some kind of prank.

"That's very sweet but you don't know me, I don't know you." You shrugged at him, you weren't going to accept a date from someone you didn't know.

"I'm Hyunjin, there...Now you know me." He smiled warmly at you as if this was something he did all of the time and maybe it was, but this wasn't your thing. You didn't date random men from paint stores, nor did you accept gifts from them.

"For all you know, I could be some kind of serial killer." You told him making him laugh as he looked at you,

"Oh, I think I'd know about that," After all, he knew everything and everyone who lived in his city. If there was a killer on the loose he would know about it and you certainly didn't look like the type.

"Mr Hwang, your car is ready." Hyunjin nodded and smiled at the worker,

"Thank you. Please make sure my friend's paintbrushes and anything else she touches, or looks at is paid for by me." The women behind the tills nodded and you shook your head, there was no way.

"What? No." You laughed a little but it was clear he wasn't going to take no as an answer to this,

"I'll see you around," He winks at you smirking as he heads out of the small store and you look at the other workers that were glaring in your direction clearly not happy with how that had transpired.

"Do you even know who that was?" It was obvious by her tone that she was annoyed by you,

"N-No." You stuttered, watching as the man got into the back of a car and disappeared from your sight.

"Hwang Hyunjin. Good luck, he's relentless when he sees something he wants." Before you could ask what she meant she was going toward the back of the store while you looked around nervously.

JISUNG:

The storm wasn't supposed to come for hours yet, you thought you had time to quickly head out and get everything you were going to need for the power cut but clearly not. You were practically Olympic sprinting through the streets trying to find somewhere you could hide out from the lightening. You pushed yourself into a bar and the group of men all stood up and stared at you, your eyes scanned over them all as you waited for them to say something,

"S-Sorry." You coughed out, looking at them all as they all had their hands placed on the waistbands of their pants where there were guns sitting, and your eyes widened. What the fuck had you just walked into?

"Stand down. It's clear the girl is cold and wet." A voice said as you looked around at the men who slowly sat back down and their hands removed from their guns.

"Come in, can I get you a hot drink?" Your eyes landed on the man sitting at the head of the table, dressed in a sharp suit and smiling warmly at you. You knew who he was instantly and now you were starting to regret walking into this bar, you should have braved the storm. There was no way you were going to stay with Han Jisung and his men, you knew better than to try and brave out a mafia leader.

"I'll just head out-" Before you could finish your sentence you let out a scream as the thunder boomed above the bar and the lights shut off.

"Someone put the battery generators on. Make her a hot chocolate," Jisung ordered as he made his way over to you, taking your jacket off and handing it to one of his men who left with it.

"You're soaking, we should get you in some warm clothes," You looked at him as he smiled down at you, you knew who he was and you knew he was a man that wasn't meant to be trusted. A man who you'd heard horror stories about and yet he was being so kind and caring toward you right now.

"I'll be okay," You shook your head, you had no idea why he was being so nice to you and you didn't want to stick around and find out.

"Nonsense. Get her some of my clothes!" He snapped at his men and you stared at him as he sat you down in a booth, the two of you pressed close together and he smiled down at you again.

"I'm Jisung, but judging by your hasty attempt at an exit you knew that," You nodded at him and he chuckled a little shaking his head, he hated that you seemed so scared of him. The rumours about him were harsh and hardly any of them were true.

"I'm Yn...I-I heard you didn't like people bothering you so I didn't want to get into trouble." You stuttered out and a hot chocolate was placed in front of you, Jisung took your hands and placed them around the cup trying to warm you up.

"You could never get in trouble with me, drink up." He told you as you smiled a little, relaxing as he sat back in the seat and waited for his men to come with some warmer clothes for you.

"We'll get you dressed nice and warm and we can have another talk," He suggested as you nodded, thanking him for the drink in front of you and trying not to get too nervous about him or the storm that was still happening.

FELIX:

Your eyes scanned around the room as you tried to figure out why you'd been called into the office of your CEO and why you were left alone without someone watching you. All you knew was that there was a very huge man waiting at your desk this morning asking for you to follow him and now you were inside of the CEO's office bouncing your leg nervously. There was no escape, Goliath was manning the door from outside and even if you somehow got passed him there were over 50 flights of stairs to get down.

"Ah! Miss YLN, lovely to see you." Your eyes landed on your boss who had a giant smile on his face and it made you more nervous. You did everything within your power to stay hidden inside of your job, you did everything mediocre so there was no chance of getting noticed, no chance of being seen and brought up to the office. Clearly, that plan had failed you.

"Mr Russo, it's nice to see you. But, could I please ask why I'm here?" You swallowed the lump in your throat but before Dante Russo could answer you the door opened and shut again,

"Good luck," Dante whispered before practically sprinting out of the room and leaving you alone with the man who had just walked in and you knew exactly why you were there.

"Yn, I've heard a lot about you," Felix said as he smiled at you, your whole body was suddenly burning as you stared at him.

"Mr Lee." You said as you got up from the chair and shuffled your back toward the desk. If you weren't nervous before you certainly were now and with good reason. Last week you broke into Felix's bank account and you thought you'd done it successfully and undetected but you were wrong.

"Don't look so scared. I just want to talk to you." He suggested as he walked around the desk and took a seat in your boss's chair, you were quick to sit back down and watch him. Maybe it was possible he didn't know about the money. There was so much of it in the account you could be sure he wouldn't know the exact amount anyway,

"What can I do for you?" You quizzed as he looked at you, smirking a little. He enjoyed that you were trying your best to stay confident given the situation,

"What did you do with the money? I assume you didn't keep it since you still work here," Your breath caught in your throat and you eyed him up. He looked back at you, giving you no indication that he was angry or even annoyed at you for it and there was no use lying to him.

"I gave it to people more in need of it." You shrugged trying to play it off as though your heart wasn't ready to leap from your chest and run away.

"Hmm, smart." He smiled a little and let out a small sigh, something had to be done but he wasn't here to punish you. Far from it, he knew that the hacking into his system was easy and you'd been one of the best hackers so far. Hardly left a trace, the only reason you were even caught was because of the pattern of hacking, Every hacker had a signature and yours was all over his bank account.

"I don't regret it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, your security system sucks." If you were going to get killed for breaking in you were at least going to tell him the truth.

"Which is why I'm hiring you to fix it." He said plainly,

"And another thing- What?" You stared at him completely dumbfounded and he let out a laugh,

"You're one of the best, I want to get you to fix it. Fix every computer issue I have and we'll forgive this little...impass." He told you as your mouth fell open a little.

"Work for you?" You weren't sure if this was some kind of trap to lure you into a false sense of security so he could kill you or not.

"You'll be handsomely paid." He shrugged but you were still a little confused as to why he would hire someone that stole from him.

"You're offering me a job? I thought you'd kill me."

"You took less than most would have and not for selfish reasons...I'll hire you, but if anything else goes missing I won't be so lenient. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir." You nodded as his smile grew larger, it was going to be a pleasure doing business with you.

"Perfect, let's head to my car then," He smiled as he waited for you to stand and leave with him.

SEUNGMIN:

"Everyone out!" Someone bellowed before a gunshot sounded making people scream out. You clutched onto the dress you'd been trying on inside of the changing room and slid down the wall. What the fuck was going on?

"Now!" Another voice screamed, you grabbed your bag trying to search through it for your phone when the curtain was pulled back and a gun was aimed at you. Your phone dropped to the floor, shattering instantly as you bit down on your lip,

"Didn't you hear me? Out!" You looked at the man who continued to aim a gun at you, there was no way you could leave. The dress wasn't done up meaning your back was bare for everyone and if you tried to go outside there was a chance your breasts would be out for anyone to see.

"I'm barely dressed, p-please...Just let me get changed." You hated that you were begging but you weren't about to walk into the streets in a dress that wasn't done up and showed off your cleavage. 

"No." He grumbled at you before a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"John!" A voice screamed from behind the man in front of you,

"Allow the lady to get dressed." Your eyes looked behind the giant man in front of you to see Kim Seungmin standing there. You'd heard stories about him, but you'd never seen him in person.

"Are you okay? Did he scare you?" He questioned, pushing the man out of the way and holding out a hand for you to take, you carefully took it and stood up. Your eyes stared into Seungmins as you tried to find the words to speak but you couldn't, you were too stunned by how handsome he was. The photos didn't do him any justice.

"Miss?" He questioned again once he realised you hadn't answered him.

"O-Oh...I'm okay," You stuttered looking down at the floor, kicking yourself for looking like a fool in front of him.

"You look very beautiful. Did you finish trying the dress on before you were interrupted?" Your eyes met with his once more and you shook your head,

"Spin for me," He spoke softly and you nodded, holding the fabric tightly against your chest as you turned around. One of Seungmin's hands came to rest on your hip while the other did the zip on the back of the dress until it was completely secure. Your whole body tingled and you could have sworn every hair on your body stood to attention as you caught his gaze in the mirror.

"It's stunning, this colour suits your skin tone beautifully." He told you as you nodded at him a little shy about what to say in response to him, 

"Where will you be wearing this?" He quizzed, interested to know if it was a date you were preparing for or if he had a chance to take you out on it himself.

"Erm...I have a charity event I'm attending this week." He nods at you,

"Perfect, you'll be the most beautiful woman there." He told you before looking at the cashier,

"I'll be buying this for the young lady and anything else she'd tried on before."

"But-" You couldn't protest him as he smiled, holding your hand in his.

"Please, it's my way of saying sorry for our rude interruption. There was no need for my men to burst inside," You nodded at him and he ran his hand over your cheek a little.

"Save me a dance at the event," He whispered before leaving you staring at the place where he had once been standing, your mouth falling open again as you thought about it all.

JEONGIN: 

"This is outrageous! I demand to know who thinks they can just walk in here and buy this place right from under me!" You slammed your hands on your desk and stared at the two brutes who had walked into your office carrying three briefcases and telling you that they were buying you out.

"Our boss would like to remain private." The shortest one said as you smirked cockily at him, There was no way you were going to lose this place. You weren't in any money troubles, the hotel was doing better than you could have expected it to after you bought it from your uncle.

"And I like to have my hotel remain in my ownership. Either you bring your pussy of a boss in here or you leave with bullet holes in your head." You took the gun from your top drawer and placed it on the desk to let them know that you were serious. You weren't a killer, but it was always nice to put on a front to anyone who thought that they could mess with you.

"I'm not a pussy, they just like to screen my business opportunities before I come in." Your eyes landed on the man standing in the doorway and you instantly regretted getting the gun out. Yang Jeongin. Never in a million years did you think he would be standing in your office.

"Mr Yang." You didn't let yourself stutter, you weren't going to show weakness in front of him.

"Out. Both of you." He snapped as the two men left the room leaving you and Jeongin alone, he made his way over to your mini bar and poured himself a drink,

"Your hotel is lovely and what my two men didn't explain is that I won't be buying it out from under you. I want to go into business with you," You eyed him up, why would someone who owns half of the city want your hotel. It was a skipping stone in his ocean,

"This place isn't worth that much. It's nothing."

"Ah, but it's everything. It's my favourite place to stay," You looked at him, you'd never have him stay with you. You would have known about it since you checked almost every standing account that you have on record. The only time you knew Jeongin had stayed was years and years ago,

"My father stayed when your uncle owned this, I remember playing in the foyer as a child. If I recall I played with a lovely young lady too and we were the best of friends."

"You remember that?" You were a little stunned. You hadn't expected him to remember someone as small on the scale as you. The two of you had been allowed to play together since his father stayed so often and you always hung out together since you were always here.

"I remember everything," He sat down in the chair that was in front of your desk and smiled.

"Now I would be happy to negotiate the price and details with you." He told you as he relaxed in the seat, taking a sip of the bourbon he'd poured for himself.

"Lovely, let's start." You took out a pen and a pad of paper ready to hash this all out with him but he chuckled and shook his head. He wasn't going to do business here, he wanted to wine and dine you first. 

"Over dinner. Let me take you out."

"Jeognin." You rolled your eyes, ever since you were kids he'd had a crush on you and it was obvious it had stayed with him growing up.

"I do business better with food." You sighed at him but nodded your head, you knew he would only continue to ask until you agreed and free food was harmless.

"Fine. I'm free tonight. You can pick me up from here."

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Bad Decision (Dan Heng/gn!Reader)

how we feelin about honkai star rail, gals and pals? i'm feeling pretty damn good.

anyway dan heng has me by the coochie. this MIGHT get a part 2, and if it does it will involve a reader with female anatomy so just keep that in mind so it isn't a jumpscare.

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Dan Heng/gn!Reader 2,415 Words - NSFW (Accidental phone calls, listening in when you shouldn't, m!masturbation, mild phone sex, awkwardness all around)

Dan Heng never calls. 

It’s not that he’s a complete recluse - he’ll message of his own volition, and answer your messages within an instant, so long as he isn’t busy. But unless it’s an emergency, he never, ever calls. 

It takes my attention away from other tasks. He explained once, when March brought it up. His habit of delivering his sentences lends itself more to if someone were reading from a dictionary, rather than explaining interesting facts about themselves. Facts that you squirrel away and covet, because you have a bad habit of making bad decisions, and Dan Heng is a very bad decision waiting to be made. 

Because there’s no universe where it would be a good idea to have the sort of feelings for him that you do. Sickening, clawing, creeping up your back and behind your rib cage every time he glances at you from the corner of his eye to share a look with you for any number of reasons. March’s antics, a frustrating informant, a quiet second after a quick brawl where he makes sure you’re unharmed. 

Maybe it’s for the best that it’s just you and March on this scouting mission this time. It’s been wrapped up nicely, nothing too out of the ordinary, leaving the two of you to stay in your lodgings for the night before returning to the Astral Express that lingers far above the atmosphere. At least, you tell yourself it’s for the best. 

March is a good friend, and will be dear to you always, but there’s a distinctly Dan-Heng-Shaped space next to you that’s been drawing far too much of your attention during your stay on this planet. 

It’s with the knowledge in mind that Dan Heng only calls when it’s something important or an emergency, that you sit up in bed when your phone chimes with the ringtone you’d set for him during a bored moment in the parlor car. When he’d humored you for a moment and sat right next to you on those long sofas while you scrolled through each sound you downloaded that reminded you of him. 

So, as you scramble for your phone and bring it to your ear, your breath hitches for a moment in panic. Because if Dan Heng thinks something is an emergency, then it’s an Emergency. No sound leaves you at first as you expect him to start speaking immediately, to not mince words, but nothing greets you beyond a quiet, steady rustling sound. 

It’s not fabric. Maybe a little wet, like the sound of skin against skin, and something suspicious brews in you as you hold your breath and just listen.

The first real sound you hear is a quiet exhale. At the very end it shakes, as if the owner of such a sound shivers a little. Then, the sound of more rustling, before the sound of Dan Heng spitting. The sound from before returns, and what once was vaguely identifiable is now unmistakable. 

Silently, you press your back against the wall the bed is pushed against, your hand over your mouth as you try not to make a single sound. You’re well aware that this is disgusting behavior; Dan Heng is having a private moment. Intruding on him in this way would cause irreparable damage to any sort of relationship you’d been trying to build with him. 

But how can you stop? The monarch of bad decisions, making the worst one of all without a second thought. Your eyes stare off, unseeing as you try to imagine what the other end of the line might look like. 

Dan Heng is on the Astral Express, there’s no doubt about that. The archives filled with cerulean light from the twisting blue pattern of its flooring, only blocked by the thin mattress of his bed and the books that are scattered around it. Would he be sitting up, curled in on himself while he seeks his pleasure? Or perhaps he would be sprawled across his bedding with his cock in hand and unashamed of what he’s doing. 

Dan Heng doesn’t seem the type to be embarrassed by it. Sure, everyone’s done it at some point, but you desperately want to know what he’s thinking as he treats you with another sound. A quiet grunt, his pace pausing for a moment and leaving the line silent before it picks up again and goes even faster. It seems he’s found something he likes.

Another breath, a sharp inhale, then a quiet moan that makes your toes curl and your teeth grit. And you’re not even there. What would he look like if that were your hand stroking his cock, memorizing exactly what he likes so you can drive him to the edge and pull him back from it. Over and over again, teasing him with a release you won’t provide until he’s shaking and flushed and begging for it. 

What a pretty sight it would be to have Dan Heng beneath you, looking at you through half-lidded eyes as you lean down and drag your tongue along him. Everything about him is pretty; surely his cock would be as well. Closing your eyes to the darkness of your temporary room, you imagine the arch of his back as he nudges the back of your throat. And through it all he would murmur your name pleadingly, just like he’s doing right now-

You gasp, eyes snapping open. All sound on the other end cuts out, and then a quiet swear before frantic rustling. Then, your name again, this time spoken imploringly and terrified. A question you can’t bring yourself to answer as you press your palm so hard over your mouth that your teeth dig into the soft flesh inside your lips. 

No one breathes, no one hangs up. Just a drawn out silence before he says your name again, so much quieter. Almost defeated, just before he nearly whispers, “Why didn’t you hang up?”

Whisper or not, hearing his voice is too much for your suddenly-overworked brain to handle. The phone beeps cheerfully as you hit the end call button and press your palms to your eyes. 

Dan Heng’s ringtone sings for you only once more, before the simple ping of a message arriving fills the room. It’s an admonishment, a suggestion for you to not return with March back to the Astral Express. Himeko and Mr. Yang have already been told that you’re a pervert for listening in on Dan Heng’s private moment. Pom-pom is already throwing your luggage into the incinerator as you lay in your bed and wallow. 

At least, that’s what you assume, because so far you’re only staring at the blinking yellow light on your phone that indicates you have notifications built up. 

For better or worse, Dan Heng is waiting. 

With shaking fingers, you lift the device. The facial recognition kicks in immediately, even in the dark, and you’re left staring at the home screen with a few icons, two of which have notifications. One for a missed call, one for a direct message. Foregoing the call, you open whatever it is that he has to spit at you. 

Please call me back.

Perfect. He wants to tell you in person what a freak you are. What a degenerate you must be to so crudely sit by and listen to something so personal. Clutching your phone until your fingers hurt from its edges, you try to push the memory of his quiet sounds from your head before calling him. The little grunt, the sigh, the moan, your name-

Your name. When he didn’t realize you were listening. In a moment of what should’ve been complete privacy, without knowledge of you listening yet, Dan Heng had said your name and your thumb sweats as you hit the call button. 

“Having second thoughts?” Is his immediate accusation, and you stammer for a moment because what do you even say to that? A questioning sound leaves your throat, and a huff of air breezes past the receiver on his end. “You didn’t hang up immediately. You must have liked what you were hearing, or you wouldn’t have continued listening to what I was doing.”

“I thought it was an emergency-”

“A likely excuse, except I can see the call’s duration. Eight minutes to wait for an emergency?” Dan Heng sounds uncharacteristically amused - which is to say not very much at all. But you’ve spent enough time in his presence to pick up on the little nuances, even if you can’t see the micro expressions he favors. 

Dan Heng has you pinned with so little effort. And he’s not even trying. You give in immediately, phone shaking next to your ear as you quietly affirm, “Yes, I did. Like it, I mean. I’m sorry, Dan Heng-”

“I’m not asking for an apology. It’s obvious we both have things to apologize for, so it equals out. You for listening in when you weren’t meant to, and me for shamelessly using thoughts of you to relieve myself. I think that sounds fair.”

Not when he says it like that. How does something so blunt still somehow get your blood rushing through your ears, warming your cheeks, and cause an ache to form in the bottom of your gut? Loudly, you swallow around your nerves and choke out a response. “That’s fair.”

“Then that’s settled.” Rustling again; is he laying down now? Has he redressed, or is he nude? Or perhaps he still has himself in hand, moving so slowly you can’t hear it. Dan Heng cuts your thoughts off precisely where he wants them - in the gutter. “Should I keep going? Would you like that?”

“...What?”

It’s such a rare sound for Dan Heng to laugh in any capacity. Even this is little more than a sound of amusement from under his breath, but you latch onto it anyway. It keeps you grounded to the moment as he asks again, “Do you want to keep listening? It’s a simple yes or no answer. If you say no, we won’t speak of this again.”

“And if I say yes?” You hate how breathless you sound, how excited. Because it’s a dead giveaway on how you’ve been feeling up to this point - no one gets this excited just to hear some guy touch himself over the phone, right? No one normal, at least. 

A moment of silence, stretching on for a little too long before that entrancing sound of skin-on-skin again, nearly agonizing in its slowness. Shakily, a breath rings out over the line, this time unmuffled and crystal clear. Something in you throbs at the prospect of it all. 

Dan Heng’s voice loses its evenness as he clarifies things for your addled brain. “Then you sit there and listen, and you do nothing else. Not until you’re back on the Astral Express.” 

“And… When I’m back?”

The earpiece sounds heavenly as his hum rolls through it, like he appreciates your questioning. It takes a beat for him to say anything, and in that span you get to appreciate the hiss he makes between his teeth as he goes a little faster. The side of your face is burning hot under the phone’s dormant screen; you’re nearly pushing it into your skull from your own excitement. 

“Then you’ll get to watch. And compare the real thing to what you’re thinking of right now.”

All you want is for him to keep going, to keep talking about the things he’s planning to do with you when you return. Would he be so welcoming to your own machinations? Dan Heng is no mind reader, but he’s not stupid. Surely he knows what’s going through your mind now, though maybe not the exact depths of the depravity. 

But you’re not about to enlighten him. Instead, you do what he expects, quietly listening and keeping your breathing measured as his groan rolls through the phone. Every urge demands that you reach down and take care of yourself too, but there was an implication to his words. Nothing else, he said. Only sit and listen, like you wanted to do in the first place. 

Dan Heng is surprisingly cruel, you think. 

Seemingly exhausted of his willingness to keep speaking to you, he simply… lets go. Dan Heng is quiet, though you can tell by the pitch of his sounds and the sudden urgency he takes while murmuring your name again that he must be close. The way he calls for you is like a taunt, and for a man so pacifistic, he sure is getting a kick out of causing you untold grief. 

“Dan Heng, please, can I-”

“No.” It’s grit through his teeth, like his whole body has tensed. Impending orgasm has a way of making even the more passive person into someone needy and demanding, and he exercises that right by urging you, “Say something. Anything. Tell me what you would do if you were here.”

“I’d watch, just like you want me to.” Bravado is easy to fake, and you’ve had more than enough practice over the months as a Trailblazer. Your voice is surprisingly even, “I’d kneel at the end of your bed and watch you touch yourself for me.”

A swear leaves him in a language you’re not familiar with. Only his tone suggests it’s something more than some plain declaration. Then, “When you get back, come straight here. Don’t talk to Himeko, don’t get caught up by Pom-Pom.”

“That eager for me?” You have no grounds to be teasing anyone, but he gives you this one chance to have a small victory. Only to bring it crashing down with his words forced through his tense jaw. 

“You have no clue. You’ll see.”

No response comes from you as your mind tries to smooth those words down into something a little more easily digestible, despite their deceptive shortness. There’s a lot to unpack there, and it’s impossible to do so when his breath is coming quicker and he’s moving faster. Your name leaves him one last time, just loud enough for goosebumps to raise across your skin at the knowledge of what he’s done. 

Of what you’d listened to, of what you just participated in. In the span of an hour, everything is different. This time tomorrow, you’ll be back on the Astral Express, and you’re not sure if that terrifies you or excites you. 

You’re not quite convinced anymore that Dan Heng is still a bad decision. 

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[starlitmark]

Summary: You’ve been hooking up with and hanging out with San and Seonghwa for a bit now. You’re tired of the lack of labels, though.

Pairing: dragon!Seonghwa x fem bunny!reader x dragon!San

Tropes: hybrid au

Genre: fluff, angst, (barely) suggestive

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: emotional breakdown, arguments, suggestive comments, y/n has blue eyes due to being a rabbit

Word Count: 1,616

Note: Look forward to more of this! @sanjoongie and I have created a whole universe about these hybrids!!

Cotton Tails & Simmering Fires Masterlist

It’s become common for you to sit on the couch between two dragon hybrids. It should be weird, considering you’re a bunny, but here you are. You hadn’t really sat down and thought about it too deeply yet. The way you met them was odd. First, you were out of your safe space, but now here you are, and now you’ve been hooking up with both of them together and individually for a few weeks now. You’re tucked under San’s arm, wearing one of his shirts, and watching some random sitcom. Your legs are resting in Seonghwa’s lap, his finger drawing random patterns on the bare skin of your leg. The mixture of San’s sea breeze scent and Seonghwa’s strawberry jam is oddly comforting.

You watch as Yeosang walks through the living room to the kitchen. Truth be told, you smelled him before you saw him. His peppermint scent cut through the air more aggressively than some others, though it wasn’t unwelcome. He looks you up and down, not a care for his friends being tangled with you right now. His electric green eyes draw you into his gaze.

“I might have to try you out for myself, hops. Damn, your legs look so nice bare like that.”

You know your scent heightens a bit, even gets a tad sweeter. The two dragons cuddling with you notice too. Seonghwa snarls under his breath. His electric blue eyes almost glow brighter as his slitted pupils become thinner. Icy shards building just beneath the surface of his fingertips. And if that wasn’t enough, his typically sweet scent goes extremely sour to the point your nose crinkles. San is in no better state. Smoke puffs from between his lips as he attempts to hold back from burning Yeosang to a crisp right then and there. They had no right to be jealous, though, none at all. You throw your legs off Seonghwa and remove San’s arm around you. Then, making your way over to the green-eyed dragon, you look up at him with your big blue doe eyes.

“Maybe,” you start, rocking on your heels, “maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“No, you won’t.” Seonghwa deadpans.

“Remember what we told you?” San adds.

You see red, and your typically sweet sugar cookie scent burns out of pure anger.

“You don’t fucking own me. We aren’t dating, and I’m not your property. I knew you dragon hybrids were territorial walking into whatever the fuck this is, but that is no excuse to be an asshole.”

You don’t even give them a chance to respond to you. You lock yourself in San’s room as you change and don’t allow them to explain themselves when you leave. Your mind is a flurry of emotions and thoughts as you navigate your way back to your hollow. You texted a member of your fluffle that you were on your way back. She was more than ready to hear whatever you had to rant about. She was one of the best listeners you know. That being said, she’s also the worst enabler you know too.

“You don’t understand!” you exclaim as you pace through your room.

“You’re right. I don’t.” your fluffle-mate chuckles from your desk chair.

“They’re fine with sharing with each other. Hell, they even mentioned that they would probably share me with the rest of their thunder and-”

“Woah, woah, woah… they said what?”

“That they’d share me. Now, keep up-”

“You’re telling me,” she sighs, “You’re telling me that they told you they were going to share you and then decided to get jealous ‘cause of a comment one of their thunder members made? You realize how hypocritical that is?”

You’re about to respond, but there’s a knock at your door. The scent of someone uncomfortable or fearful of something accompanies it. You turn the worn nob on the dark wood of your bedroom door to see one of the slightly younger fluffle members practically shaking in front of you.

“Are you o-”

“T-there are two dragon h-h-hybrids outside the house, and I just wanted to warn you guys.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “Two? What do they look like?”

“I didn’t stick around long, but they both have kinda long black hair… I think the one had his hair in a ponytail. T-the one had really scary neon blue eyes, and the other’s eyes looked almost white. They were so pale… I didn’t like how they seemed.” she admits.

“Did you see what color their tails or any scales were?” you pry further.

“Black… and really shiny purple, I think… it might’ve been dark blue.”

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, “I appreciate you telling me.”

She nods, scurries to her room quickly, and shuts the door tightly. You close your door much more gently and turn to face your friend. She’s already giving you a knowing look. She knows what you’re about to say.

“I guess I’d better go ta-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, “go talk to those emotionally constipated dragon boys of yours.”

You’re dreading walking outside your home. Not because you’re scared of them; that’s far from the case. You simply do not want to interact with them right now. You trudge your way out of the home to see both boys standing at the edge of the front lawn. They look horribly out of place. Both of them are dressed in dark colors; San has a chain on his hip yet again. Seonghwa decided to have all his piercings in and use the most obnoxious dangling ones in his ears. As you approach the duo, you notice how Seonghwa’s pupils widen, and his strawberry jam scent sweetens upon seeing you. That, at least, is a comforting feeling.

“What do you want?” you ask with a bite in your tone.

“We want to talk.” San replies shortly, his salty scent growing even saltier somehow.

“What he means is, we fucked up, and we want to talk things out with you.”

You sigh annoyedly, “You have 10 minutes.”

You think for a moment about taking them back inside your home. You decide against it, though, since you know some of your fluffle are uncomfortable with their presence outside the house as it is. You plop down on the grass, and they follow suit. There’s a small patch of wildflowers right beside you that occupies your attention. You delicately fiddle with the petals of a vibrantly purple one before Seonghwa takes your hand in his. The gesture makes you look up from the flower and the sight you see you’ve never been privy to before. Seonghwa’s eyes are lightly brimmed with tears. His slitted pupils are narrow again, and you swear that the scales framing his face are paler, with little bits of mist coming from beneath them. His scent becomes subdued slightly as well.

“Hops,” he sighs, “I’m so fucking sorry. We had no right-” he lets out a shaky breath, “We had no right to be territorial over you when we aren’t dating.”

“Yeah, sorry we didn’t account for your feelings.” San adds.

San seems far more apathetic about the entire situation. It pisses you off. Seonghwa, you know, is being genuine. He’s told you before that he doesn’t often cry, so to see him on the verge of tears now shows the authenticity of his emotions.

“Don’t you have any remorse, San?” you bite, and the scent of burning sugar returns to the air.

You have no room for being gentle or kind right now. You’re angry; how, after what happened, could he be so nonchalant about it still?

“Excuse me?” the younger dragon asks.

You can see the flames burning below his fingertips, searing the grass below him. His already sharp, salty scent grows even more intense. Now you’re fearful. You know he wouldn’t hurt you, but your natural flight tendencies are screaming at you to bolt away. So instead, you watch as Seonghwa places his hand on San’s and instantly cools his hand.

“You know we’re not great with the whole emotion thing. San doesn’t apologize. So the fact that he’s apologizing to you is huge.”

“I kinda love you.” San says quietly, sniffling slightly while his scent dulls to a post-storm kind of sea scent.

You look at the purple-scaled dragon and see he’s not looking at you. Small puffs of smoke are coming from his nostrils, and his silver eyes are nearly metallic. He’s crying. You find yourself tossing yourself into his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands instantly reach your waist and hold you against him. He cries into your shoulder as he holds you in his lap. Seonghwa runs his hand over your fluffy white ear and soothes you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until Seonghwa ran one of his fingers against your cheek, catching a stray tear.

"I can't believe that you want me. Both of you. Actually wanting me, not just my body." you half joke.

You hear a chuckle rumble through San’s chest at your comment.

"Well, you're good company. You and your body." he teases back, earning him a gentle smack to his shoulder.

“Should we go back to the lair then?” Seonghwa asks softly.

“I’d like that.” you respond, voice muffled by San’s shirt.

“We have a lot to make up for. We’re doing everything and anything you want for the next week.” Seonghwa chuckles sweetly

“Some of us have work to do.” San replies. You hold him tighter, “I mean, I’m sure that my secretary can handle the paperwork for a few days. We need to spend a whole lot of time with our precious girlfriend.”

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[justsome-stars]

Not My Scene - Ranchers Duo

College/University AU - 1,500+ words

Beta read - Spell/Grammar checked

Notes: I got a prompt list from my friend, in which they were “realistic”-ish college scenarios. This one was “My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my Ex, quick make out with me.” Although, i don’t have the most writing experience with makeout scenes so. You’ve been warned.

Story after the cut!

The music reverberated and all Jimmy can think is how much he regrets being at a party, of all things he could have done with his one free weekend in MONTHS.

Listen to your brother, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. WELL THEY LIED.

Jimmy held back another groan as someone bumps into him, passing without any apologies. The red solo cup in his hands sloshed as he was pushed, spilling small bits of water onto his hands. He bites back a curse, shifting it to his other hand so he could wipe the water off onto his shirt.

He had been juggling his options for the past hour or so; Leave alone and risk his brothers being worried, Stay and be a social outcast, or Stay and try to actually blend in. The third seemed the worst of all, but what else could he do?

Taking a sip of his water, Jimmy began to inch out of a crowd, trying his best to keep the water in his cup from spilling onto someone else. People yell excitedly from the other room as the song changes, people began to dance and he felt even more squished. His wings fold in farther, making him feel small. He squeezed past one more person and moves into a smaller hallway.

People walk past, but not as close knit as the groups in the other room. Some lean against the walls, deep in slurred conversation. It makes him feel alone. Well, he was. Joel went off somewhere, saying something about how Etho was at the party and that “he was so obsessed with him,” or something of that nature. Scar had taken Grian off somewhere, which Jimmy guessed it had been to makeout. Gross.

Jimmy looks down his shoes instead of the people, taking small sips of his water. That was his mistake. His shoulder hits someone else’s, making him jump back in surprise and look up.

Teal. Teal hair and blue eyes. Jimmy knew who it was even at first glance. Scott grasped his shoulder, muttering an “Ow,” before looking up. Jimmy froze like a deer in headlights, eyes wide.

“Jimmy.” Scott spoke first, moving his hand from his shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Scott—” was all Jimmy could mumble, words seeming not to find form. It wasn’t that they had ended on bad terms. The opposite, in fact. However, the awkward air between them was tangible. It lingered even 2 years after their high school “situationship” ended, nothing seemed to make it any better.

“Jimmy? You alright there?” Scott asks, head tilting to stay in his field of view. He waves a hand in front of Jimmy’s eyes with a lighthearted laugh.

Jimmy shakes back to himself, blinking repeatedly. “Sorry—Scott, Hi…” He chokes out, grasp on his water cup getting tighter. This is getting really awkward..

Scott smiles, greeting him and asking him how he’s been, but Jimmy can’t bring himself to respond. Just over Scott’s shoulder, the light of fiery hair catches his eyes and draws him in.

Tango..Tango!

Jimmy hums, mumbling as though to agree with whatever Scott was saying before raising his hand to wave for Tango. “Sorry, Scott, I….uh—” Jimmy stepped around him, walking as fast as he possibly could to catch up to the blazeborn.

He pushes through a group of girls who seemed to be far past wasted. They drunkenly babble and Jimmy wants to laugh. A stalkier guy pushes past him on his left. Jimmy apologizes, following the bright light emanating from Tango’s hair.

Tango startled as his shoulder was grabbed, but smiles as he registers who it is that grabbed him. His hair glows a little brighter.

“Jimmy! What’re you doing here?” Tango asks, “I thought you didn’t like parties?”

“I don’t.” Jimmy states, looking over his shoulder to see if Scott had followed him yet. “Not my scene.”

“Then why are you here, Birdie?” Tango giggled, stepping ever so closer.

Jimmy takes this as an invitation to move around him, putting Tango in between himself and where he left Scott, who seemed to have just rounded the corner of the hallway.

“Grian and Joel wanted me to come. They ran off, though.” Jimmy fidgets with his cup, wings adjusting in agitation.

Tango can get me out of this, Jimmy thinks. But how? Think, Jimmy, think.

Scott left the hallway, scanning the room for Jimmy.

Jimmy shrinks down, stuffing his empty hand into his pocket.

“Huh. You seem off, Jimmy. You ok?” Tango asks, brows shifting in confusion.

“Yeah, uh—” Jimmy nods, trying not to look at Scott. “Tango, listen, uh…”

Tango bobs his head along with the song that was playing, not exactly listening. Then again, Jimmy hadn’t said anything of true importance, so he wasn’t as upset by it.

“Tango, I gotta ask you something.” Jimmy spoke up, hoping Scott hadn’t seen them yet.

“What's up?” Tango nods expectantly, looking at Jimmy.

Jimmy wanted a way out of this situation. He wasn’t so sure on how, but he knew he had to do something that would sell the message that he was busy, maybe then Scott wouldn’t try to talk to him again. What would tell his ex he was busy better than kissing another guy? True college fashion, right?

Tango and Jimmy had been friends for a while, to the point they had been flirting on and off. Jimmy had thought it was always jokingly on Tango’s part, but on his own he really meant it. He meant it when he said he found Tango pretty, or that he was constantly thinking of him. It was never really a joke to Jimmy.

“Can you, uh..” Jimmy’s voice cut off before he could fully say it. His heart hammered against his ribs, anxiety from his previous encounter and from the thought of asking.

“Tango can you make out with me?”

“Pardon?” Tango’s eyes blew wide, blinking rapidly.

“Scott, he uh. He saw me, and I ran off and he might be behind you. And I don't want to talk to him. I thought you could—” Jimmy rambled.

“Ok.”

“Help me with it—wait. Really?!” Jimmy’s wings unfurled in surprise.

Scott catches sight of bright sunny wings over the heads of various people. He’d seen them now.

“I said ok, Birdie.” Tango giggled, grasping Jimmy’s hand. “As long as you’re sure, I mean. You got into this mess, I might as well help you out?”

“Thanks.” Jimmy nods, squeezing Tango’s hand.

Scott shoulders through a group of people, mumbling apologies as he tries to find Jimmy.

Tango pulls Jimmy closer, quickly glancing over his shoulder to see where Scott might have been. Jimmy looks as well, but Tango moves his head to block his view. Now all he can see is fire, warm and bright.

It's not like he really wanted to see anything else anyways. Tango was gorgeous. The light from his hair reflects on his cheeks, framing his face perfectly. His eyes reflect the party lights, even while half lidded. Jimmy can’t help but lean farther into him. Tango’s tail snakes its way around his leg, keeping him closer.

Tango initiates first, kissing Jimmy with passion he didn’t know the blazeborn had. All he knew was the man he’d been interested in for months was kissing him, albeit to spite his ex, and all he wanted was to revel in this moment. His brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss.

Tango’s hands hold the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly close. They both separate momentarily, faces flushed and gasping for breath. But air was the least of their worries. Jimmy takes Tango’s vest collar in hand, pulling him down. Their noses lightly bump against one another, lips locking a second time, and Jimmy smiles into the kiss.

Fingers card through Jimmy’s hair and he practically melts. Tango’s nails graze his scalp gently, almost needily so and the heat of his face rivals Tango’s hair. He wraps his arms around Tango’s waist, hands grasping at the fabric of his vest, bunching it between his fingers.

It all feels sweet, sickeningly so. But this doesn’t feel like a joke. This feels real. Like a dream, but it’s real.

Scott pushes through the last crowd of people, apologizing to them quickly before turning. “Jimmy, where’d you go—” He began, “Oh. Oh shit. Sorry, I’ll leave you be?” He backs up, wiping the back of his neck.

Tango’s hands stayed where they were, not even faltering when Scott had found them. Jimmy’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and he didn’t dare let go of Tango. They pull away, but Jimmy’s eyes remain shut. His kiss-swollen lips quirk up in a smile as he laughs breathily.

“That was…wow.” Jimmy whispers, eyes cracking open.

Tango takes a shaken breath, licking his lips. “Can we, uh. Can you kiss me again, please..?”

The words made his heart swell. Without a further thought, Jimmy pulled Tango in once again. His hands found purchase on Tango’s waist, and he had no intents of letting go.

They sway with the beat of the slower song, heat emanating from Tango’s palms, which traveled downward to rest on Jimmy’s chest. Tango hummed happily, the sound reverberating. It felt like a soft buzz, a connection between them both. It is Tango who pulls away, but Jimmy continues to pepper Tango’s face with small kisses. Tango laughs, claws lightly scraping Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Alright, alright Songbird.” He giggled, nudging him away. He didn’t go far, hands comfortably holding on to Tango’s waist.

Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all. It wasn’t a terrible way to spend a free weekend, he supposes.

#ranchers duo #team rancher #solidaritek #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #trafficblr #life series #past flower husbands #they make me ill /pos #hermitshipping #kinda?

[stardustizuku]

Why Miraculous LadyBug Is the Worst Thing To Happen To Magical Girl Genre in All Its History.

It would be easy to sit here and tell you all the logical reasons why Ladybug is a bad show. It has horrible pacing, it has low stakes, repetitive episodes, and a dialogue that is cringe worthy enough to get its own tiktok sound.

But saying that, would be beating a dead horse at this point. Everyone knows this show is a bunch of wasted potential, only made worse by a director who keeps thinking he created gold, when in fact he messed up in a lot of areas – particularly the fact that he’s a grown man who thinks he knows what little girls want.

I’m not here for that.

Particularly, because I can be quite forgiving to shows like this. I mean, they’re kids' shows! Meant for little girls, and I haven’t been one for a few years now. But I still enjoy them.

Why? Well, cause I’m a massive fan of Magical Girl animes. I love the glitter, the sparkles, the silly adventures with friends, and the transformation sequences! Even with all its flaws, I really like them. So, stories or shows that borrow from them, get a pass in all these things. 

I mean, I have fun re-watching WINX Club, I love Star Vs The Forces of Evil despite its flaws. Steven Universe holds a deep place in my heart and She-Ra is…She-Ra is in its very own league of how amazing it is.

So, no. Be it a very dumb show or a very smart one, I can have fun. It’s very rare when a show with, you know, glitter, girly stuff and animals CAN’T hold my attention.

But, well, MLB failed at that.

It’s just, not a good show.

I mean, it could be. But the age demographic would need to drop several, several age groups just to be barely watchable – and even then, I seriously doubt that it would be good for young girls to watch it. The lessons it teaches are concerning, to say the least.

And at this point, you may be thinking,

"Why do you care so much about this show? It’s dumb and you’ve acknowledged it treats its demographic as toddlers. Why do you care so much?"

Well, because I've been here... for a very, very long time.

Listen, I started watching Miraculous Ladybug, back when I was in high school. Maybe a bit old, but, hey, a lot of unique cartoons came out around that time. (Star Vs, Steven Universe, etc). So, I was hopeful. Really hopeful.

Mainly, because I was here before it EVEN premiered. I remember it. The original PV was 2D animated and it had this vague Princess Tutu vibes that JUST I couldn’t resist. It was clear as day that it borrowed a lot of its inspiration from magical girls from the 90's, probably even 80's.

The premise looked similar enough to Kaito Jeanne, and Kaito St. Tail for me to draw those conclusions.

It had a dynamic very similar to Princess Tutu and seemed like a mix of silly and dark like that one was.

To be honest, I could even see hints of Sugar Sugar Rune with Pierre and Felix.

Not to mention, the animation was beautiful.

I will never, never forget that scene with Chat looking at Ladybug starry-eyed under the Paris Moonlight. That was so beautiful, a genuine touch of romance that rang so similar to the Magical Girl animes I grew up with.

I was thrilled, I was excited. I wanted this show to succeed, before even the premier had dropped.

This is all to say -

I never came to this show with the intention for it to fail.

And I didn’t expect nor want it to be ground-breaking or a giant of the genre. I just hoped I could have a fun time.

I didn't want subversions, I didn't want it to be dark, or deep. All I wanted, was sparkles, fun and a good time.

So, when it first aired, I tried to stay positive. I tried to like it, even when it had all these massive red flags.

I’ve never been a big fan of 3D animation, and especially not how it’s used in Magical Girl animes. (We all know the disaster the first season of Sailor Moon Crystal was).

But I swallowed it down.

The characters were different from the original PV

But I swallowed it down.

The background scenery was bland and generic and hardly felt unique.

But I swallowed it down.

I was here since day 1. I was here when Stormy Weather premiered. I was here before many of you were, and

I swallowed it all down.

Because I really, really wanted this to be good.

And I really thought it would.

But things should have been made clear, when they fucked up the one thing they shouldn't. The one thing that held this all together. The one thing that kept me here even as everything was burning to the ground, and I was too naive to realize it.

They fucked up the thing that started all this, to begin with.

MasterList >> NEXT

#miraculous ladybug #MLB #mlb salt #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Spiderverse ship headcanon

Aka I got shipper fluff on the brain

I, a silly multi shipper think Miguel x Peter x MJ x Lyla is very cute

They have m any dynamics!!! Like with Miguel and Lyla, they have this teasing bond

Or with Miguel and Peter is a slow coworker x friend x lover type of deal!!

I like to think that MJ and Lyla would get along, MJ think that Lyla is a cool and awesome AI/person while Lyla amare how kind and patient MJ is

It’s a bit hard to show Lyla affection since she’s an AI but her partners give her compliments and air kisses

There is a lot of unintentional flirting??!!?

It’s MJ and Lyla’s fault.

They can’t help it! They love to flirt with their boyfriends

They like to see Peter being flustered while Miguel try’s to be stoic only to break into a smile

The group is very physical, be it any kind.

Also mayday has like 4 parents now. It’s great and may loves her family

Lyla, Peter, and Miguel would absolutely buy anything for mayday if she ask. They love their kid.

Mayday would also grow up in a bilingual household

Mj likes to dance and she’s grab any of her partners to dance with her

Cue random 3am dancing since half of this group has shitty sleep schedule

They have lots of nicknames for each other.

Another ship I think is cute is Gwen x Miles x Pavtir x Gayatri

I image that ship is like to the max fluffy and teeth rotting cute.

Pav makes flower crown? Aw gotta make some for my datemates!!

Gayatri doing her modeling? You know miles, Gwen and Pav would be in the front being awestruck

Separately each couple would be physically hold or have lingered touch and cute little nicknames

But all 4?? There going to be a hour long cuddle session (unless someone is have a bad day or is overwhelmed by to much touch)

So. Many. Nicknames. (Baby? Yeah? No I was talking to Gwen, oh! Sorry honey.)

I can see Miles and Gayatri being decent cooks while Pavtir and Gwen being good bakers

They all like to give each other treat to taste test.

They all have match brackets or necklaces

And sweaters and hoodies

Which leads to many “boy-stealing hoodie” moments. Non of them mind, unless said article of clothing was needed at that moment

I can see them playing or braiding each others hair???? Like putting beads in Miles’s hair or braiding Gayatri’s

Miles is the type of make a bunch of drawing as gifts of his partners while Gwen like to make playlists as gifts

Pavtir like to take photos and make a big photo album

Other ships

Hobie x Noir aka powerful nerds

Peni x Margo aka nerdy cyber girlfriends

Hobie and noir would definitely dance and sing to the radio and vinyls

Hobie gives Noir a jacket with a few patches

Peni and Margo would be the type of gf who just like to be in each other company

Penni working on a project? Margo is sitting bye while reading

Margo talking about fashion? Peni is laying down on her bed and listening

Peni and Margo would also cuddle and binge watch/rant about anime.

They try to find the worst anime and the best from each other’s universe

Hobie and Noir would also like to be in each other company too

Noir is reading? Hobie has his legs in Noir’s lap

Hobie is playing his guitar? Noir is leaning his back against hobie’s.

Hobie and noir are more action then words couple

Peni and Margo are more of a words over action.

#my thoughts #fandom #my headcanons #multishipper #across the spider verse #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse #pbm&ms #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri atsv #miles x Gwen x pavitr x gayatri #ghostflower #chaiflower #hobie x noir #noirpunk #peni x Margo #<what is their ship name? #hobie brown #peni parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #long post #ship stuff

[glitterp0prhaps0dy]

the walls are crumbling

Family and friends hold a significant place in my heart. Trust doesn't come easily to me, as I value promises deeply. Sadly, my trust was once shattered by someone close who broke their promise in the worst way imaginable.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Floyd was sprawled out on the bed, a fresh bandage adorning his nose. He let out a groan, the aftermath of Grog's attack manifesting as a relentless headache. The room was steeped in darkness, a small concession to his throbbing head, per his request.

As the door creaked open, Barb entered, her silhouette framed by the light from the hallway. She carried a bottle of water, which she gently placed on the desk next to Floyd before settling herself on the floor beside the bed. "How ya doing bud?" she inquired with genuine concern.

Floyd managed a weak smirk, despite the pain. "Oh, you know, just living the dream. Getting beaten up by a mountain of muscle was definitely on my to-do list."

Barb cast a sympathetic glance his way. "Yeah... sorry you had to deal with that. Grog's a real piece of work, goes after anyone who doesn't match up to his narrow idea of 'cool'," she shared, her tone carrying a mix of apology and disdain.

Floyd let out a sigh, a hint of melancholy in his voice. "I guess this is going to delay my recovery, huh? Looks like my brother's going to have to wait even longer..." The sadness in his words was palpable, reflecting the weight of the setback.

Barb shifted, her interest clearly deepened by the unfolding story. "Your brother, huh... It's interesting, I've never really delved into why you left. What was it that drove you to take such a drastic step?" She leaned in slightly, her question inviting a level of introspection that hung heavily between them.

Floyd paused, the weight of past decisions and emotions becoming palpable in the quiet of the room. He reached for the bottle of water, its cool surface offering a brief respite as he marshaled his thoughts. With a slow sip, he allowed himself a moment of reflection before speaking. "It was a series of things, actually," he admitted, his voice interlacing with notes of contemplation and rue. "We had this blowout – all my brothers and I. It was about not achieving this 'ideal family harmony' we always talked about. One of those arguments that spirals out of control before you've even caught your breath."

Another sip of water punctuated his pause, his gaze momentarily losing focus as if visualizing the events once again. "But the argument was just the final straw, not the whole reason. I felt cornered, suffocated by all these expectations and my own fears of never measuring up. Leaving seemed like the only way out then, a chance to forge my own path, away from the shadows of those expectations."

Barb's presence was a quiet anchor in the room, her face a mask of empathy and understanding as she listened. "What about now?" she gently urged him on, sensing there was more he was grappling with.

Floyd's response carried a twinge of regret. "Now, I see that leaving was more like running away. It didn't solve anything, just delayed facing those deep-seated issues. And it brought on new ones – the ache of missing them, the guilt over the abrupt departure, wondering how much I've hurt them, especially him." His voice held a new level of insight, the kind that often comes from facing hard truths.

Barb offered a small, understanding smile, her demeanor gentle yet encouraging. "It sounds like you've been through quite a journey. But recognizing all of this? That's progress, Floyd. It shows growth. And hey, making mistakes is part of being a teenager. It's how we learn, right?" Her words, meant to comfort, also underscored the universal nature of growth and the hope that understanding brings.

Floyd gave Barb a faint nod, a hum of acknowledgment escaping him as the pain medication he'd taken earlier began to assert its influence, drawing him towards sleep. He couldned, his face sinking comfortably into the pillow. Barb observed this with a gentle smile, quietly exiting the room. She carefully closed the door behind her, ensuring the room remained dimly lit to maintain the tranquil environment Floyd preferred.

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Barb stepped into the living room, where Riff was deeply engrossed in a battle of wits with the remnants of the demolished wheelchair. He prodded and poked at its battered frame, hope flickering in his eyes, only for it to be extinguished with a heavy sigh of defeat - the wheelchair was beyond repair.

Carol, on the other hand, was immersed in a rather creative endeavor. Her paper was a battlefield of sketches: skulls and stick figures in various states of duress, each representing Grog. The paper was boldly titled "Different Ways to Destroy Grog." It was clear Carol's artistic talents were currently fueled by a thirst for vengeance.

Rebel, meanwhile, was the picture of academic dedication, buried in a medical textbook. She was simultaneously drilling herself with flashcards, a testament to her determination to learn. Her leg was elevated, resting on a cushion - a battle scar from her encounter with Grog. Despite having delivered a formidable blow to Grog's face, Rebel hadn't emerged unscathed; she'd sprained her ankle in the process.

Barb slumped down on the couch next to Carol, a cloud of gloom hanging over her from the whole ordeal with Grog. She let out a deep sigh, her spirits dampened by the recent events. Glancing over at Carol's sketches, her eyes landed on a particularly imaginative doodle: Carol's hair transformed into a chainsaw, accompanied by a note that read 'revenge for him hurting Floyd's hair'. Despite the heavy mood, Barb couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight.

As the front door swung open, Thrash stepped inside, immediately noticing the remnants of the broken wheelchair and the somber atmosphere that enveloped the room. The usually vibrant energy of the group was noticeably dimmed. "What's going on? Where's Floyd?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern.

Rebel looked up from her medical book, meeting Thrash's gaze with a serious expression. "Floyd got into a bit of trouble at the market," she began, her tone even but carrying the weight of the incident. "We split up to grab some things, and... well, Floyd had a run-in with Grog. It got pretty nasty. Grog didn't just insult him; he physically attacked Floyd. Broke his nose, damaged his wheelchair beyond repair."

"Wow..." Thrash exhaled, the word barely escaping his lips as he processed the gravity of what Rebel had relayed. The shock was evident in his widened eyes, a mix of disbelief and concern flooding in.

Thrash's gaze shifted to Rebel's propped-up foot, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "And what happened to you?" he inquired, concern etched in his voice.

Rebel glanced down at her injured foot, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Kicked the hell out of Grog," she replied matter-of-factly, her tone betraying the underlying satisfaction of delivering a well-deserved blow.

Riff glanced up from the wheelchair fragments, his frustration palpable. "That Grog's a piece of work," he grumbled, shaking his head. "Acts like he owns the whole market. It's one thing to have a beef with someone, but attacking Floyd like that? Unforgivable."

Carol, still scribbling her revenge plans, piped up with equal disdain. "He's nothing but a big, angry, walking disaster. Anyone who messes with one of us deserves what's coming to them. And believe me, I've got some creative ideas for his comeuppance," she said, tapping her pencil against the paper filled with doodles and notes. "Harming Floyd's hair, though? That's a personal attack on all Trolls. It's like cutting off a limb!" Her voice was a mix of anger and a bizarre sense of excitement at the prospect of enacting her plotted revenge.

Barb had remained silent, idly twiddling her fingers, lost in thought. Eventually, she lifted her gaze to the others and voiced a heavy realization, "...Floyd's going to be with us for a bit longer, huh?"

The room turned towards her, absorbing the weight of her words. Thrash replied, with a mix of regret and warmth in his tone, "Yeah, sadly, that seems to be the case. Not that we mind having him here, of course—he's a great kid. But it's unfortunate because it means he'll be delayed in getting back to his family..."

"Oh right, Floyd's upstairs, likely out like a light by now. Wouldn't shock me if that behemoth of a brute rattled his brain enough to give him a concussion," Riff mentioned, concern evident in his voice despite the casual delivery.

Carol, who had been silently doodling, looked up, her expression a mix of worry and anger. "We should've been there sooner," she said, the guilt heavy in her tone. "I mean, what if it's serious? Concussions are no joke."

Barb nodded, sharing the sentiment. "Yeah, and with his leg already in bad shape, this is the last thing he needed. Poor guy has been through enough as it is."

Rebel, still focused on her medical book but clearly tuned into the conversation, added, "We'll keep a close eye on him, make sure he gets the rest and care he needs. But you're right, we need to be more vigilant. We can't let something like this happen again."

Thrash, leaning against the doorway, chimed in, "Agreed. And maybe it's time we teach that Grog a lesson on manners. Can't have him thinking he can just bully anyone who crosses his path."

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I consider you as my friend, witnessing you in pain was agonizing. It stirred a profound anger within me. I have a strong desire to shield those I care about. I promise to stand by you and protect you from harm.

#trolls #trolls au #trolls world tour #trolls floyd #trolls barb #trolls grog #trolls rebel #trolls carol #trolls riff #trolls king thrash #trolls fanfiction #trolls fanfic #trolls oc #trolls story

[pianocat939]

Hi celina! I'm a new asker but I've been reading your work for a while! Specifically your rottmnt work:)

Could I request a yandere platonic turtles x Gn!reader who's willing? Like just completely accepts that they've been taken from they're life on the surface to live with 4 Mutant turtles in the sewers lol. And maybe reader gets babied and really enjoys it bc I feel like that would be really cute😭

I want nothing more than for my comfort characters to baby and take care of me ngl so I'm definitely projecting

And if its available could I be anon 💨?

Xoxo

Indulgent aren't we? Well you're not alone my friend. We all are.

You're 💨 anon now.

Tw: overprotective, honestly really fluffy

Platonic Yandere Turtles with Willing MC

"Leo, if they come out the portal with even the tiniest little scratch I'm going to kick you to Bulgaria." Raph crosses his arms and stares down at Leo, uncertainty in his eyes.

"M'kay, I'll just ask for a train to go to the penguins." Leo holds out his sword, ready to create portal when Donnie interrupts him.

"Wait! I need to settle down the safety cushions, and the net if they come flying through plus the-" As he settled down the reinforcements Mikey intervenes.

"Slippers!" The orange-masked turtle places down a pair of slippers, clasping his hands together. "Leo! Send them through, pretty please?"

Leo looks behind, "I would've done it earlier if you guys weren't so particular about me portaling them!" He once again holds out his sword in front of him, then swishes it in a circular motion. An electric blue portal appears instantly, glowing brilliantly.

Momentarily after, a person shoots out from the gateway, landing straight into the net that Donnie held with his robot arms. They groan, opening their drowsy eyes.

"I told you guys! Safety protocol is important!" The scientist exclaims, untangling the victim of the net.

——————————————————

The boys love that you accept their appreciation for you! Now they get to baby you all they want, and you don't even complain!

I would say those who love this the most are Leo and Mikey. Leo likes providing for you so he can be deemed useful, and Mikey just loves serving you in any way.

If you don't like moving too much, or just feel lazy at times, then ask Raph. He loves carrying you around wherever. He's also a great person to sleep/nap with. His big arms are great if you ever want to feel extra safe. Will not let you touch hot food.

Leo is such a fucking try-hard for this that it's hilarious. If you wanna talk, he'll be right there, listening for every word. Do you feel sad? Let his one-liners and horrible jokes make you cringe so hard you laugh! Do you ever feel unsafe? Don't worry, your friend's got you covered!

D'Nello babies in a similar sense to Raph, but more critical. He makes sure your body is having a healthy intake of its needs: the amount of sleep, hydration levels, nutrition, and anything of similar sorts is managed by him. Is your sugar friend(?): he buys anything you want or need.

Mikey is also another cuddler like Raph, except he likes to clutch onto your arm or hand while you guys wander around the lair. He likes doing everything with you! (Well, most activites) If you're an artist, you guys can draw together, or if you're a pianist (totally not projecting) he'll sit down and listen to you play!

If you're ever sick or hurt, they're swarming around you. Both panicked and serious about getting you back in health. Donnie's going to be the worst one out of them all though. He won't leave your side unless he absolutely has to or is fetching something.

All of them will try to partake in your interests. Donnie probably will only do this because it's about you, his favorite person in the universe.

They have a hidden "who's the favourite chart" underneath one of Donnie's structures. Every week they try to debate who's the favourite.

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The guilty fantasy of wanting to be babied is overpowering meeeee.

- Celina

#rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #tmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #raph #mikey #donnie #leo

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ║ Chapter 8 - The Ghosts of the Past Speak To All Who Will Listen

| ENDLESS NIGHT | series masterlist | main masterlist | | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader Ellie Williams x platonic!fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 4.1k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: anxiety/PTSD/panic attack | CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your difficulties with Joel are pushing you to the edge, and a distressing incident with Ellie is the breaking point.

║ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ ║⋄── •✧• ──⋄║ ＮＥＸＴ ║

✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧ "𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌." ─ Osᴄᴀʀ Wɪʟᴅᴇ ✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧

Suffice to say, you weren’t currently on speaking terms with Joel. You’d seen him a few times around town but made a concentrated effort to not even look his way if you could help it. His gaze followed you. You could feel it lingering on you with each step you took.  A few times you couldn’t resist sparing a glance - curious to a fault - just to see his demeanor.

It was the same each time. Perking up a bit when he noticed you returning some kind of attention. Desperate, almost. Hesitant. Even at times demure. That was a new one. Who would’ve ever thought pigheaded Joel Miller had it in him to be contrite and appear unsure of himself.

If he and Ellie were out and about together, you’d kept things civil, of course, but there was an undeniable shift in the dynamic. You half expected Ellie to comment on it, but she was uncharacteristically reserved about it. It was almost as if she could sense whatever had changed was out of her domain to amend. So, she settled for expectant, probing glances between you and Joel as you conversed in this new strange, cold manner. Joel, uncharacteristically the warmer of the two of you.

It was no wonder why Ellie had confused, troubled expressions every time she bore witness to these standoffish exchanges, but that didn’t make it any easier to stomach.

At one point, after it was very clear you’d made the decision with Joel to draw a hard line in the sand, he tried reaching out with the safety of Ellie’s presence to buffer your disdain. Reaching out, literally. Ellie had seen a friend across the way and ran off to say hi, throwing a quick “I’ll be right back!” to you and Joel. It sounded like a promise and a prompt all in one, as if to say she would be gone long enough for a moment of privacy but not long enough that you two could possibly make things any worse than they were.

You stiffened at the reality of being alone with Joel, even if there were plenty of people milling about the street all around you. You hadn’t been alone since he’d come to your house and shown you the vile underbelly of his insecurities and projections. You were scared to be alone with him. Scared you might do something stupid, like forgive him. His eyes and face had conveyed nothing but regret and remorse. It wasn’t enough, but it was more than you expected.

“Listen, I-”

He wasted no time for this rare opportunity to speak with you privately. You wasted no time shutting him down.

“I think I’ve done plenty of listening to what sort of things you have to say to me, Joel,” you snip. You barely recognize the acidic, distant tone you’ve adopted.

Joel closes his eyes and sighs, like he anticipated that sort of response. When he opens them again, your worst fears begin to take hold. His big brown eyes are searching you for any way back in. He’s sorry. You know he’s sorry. You can see it. It’s not enough.

And yet, your chest gets warm and tight under his gaze. He’s looking at you like you are the singular point of existence in the entire universe, as though he needn’t concern himself with seeking anything else because you are the sole source of entity and breath and life.

“I know I fucked u–” Again, taking what little chance he had been given by Ellie to try to plead his case with you.

“I’m not interested, Joel,” you lie. He can tell you’re lying, too. You know because the little flash of hope across his features makes you angry with yourself for giving in to him so easily.

“I shouldn’t have–” Stubborn. Stubborn stubborn stubborn. And penitent.

“In case I haven’t made myself abundantly clear, Joel, I’m not interested. I don’t know if you’re just used to people letting you treat them like garbage or what, but I’ve been through way too much in my life to let someone abuse my trust like that,” you snap.

“You’re right. I jus’– I got in my own fuckin’ head, and–”

“Enough. You’re wasting both of our time. I suggest you focus on giving Ellie the life she deserves and stop trying to breathe life back into whatever–” you motion between the two of you broadly with a look of contemplative perplexion, “–whatever this is.” You falter a beat before correcting yourself. “Was.”

When Joel reached out in desperation to circle your wrist in his hand, silently begging for you to not send him off this way, your resolve started to waver. You needed to end this before you did something stupid, like feel bad for him.

His hand is fixed and inviting and devastating. You want him to hold all of you. You want to feel all of him against you. To just let this go. To just let yourself get wrapped up in him. His thumb runs supplicant circles against your hand.

When you don’t immediately tear away from him, he throws everything into his petition. His other hand cups your elbow on the opposite arm, a faint pull urging you towards him. Towards his warm body. Towards the broad, protective span of him, where you could easily find yourself melting into him. This is the side of Joel you wish existed more often. You might be able to bear it if he was this version of himself for you instead of the grisly, belligerent variant you’d found yourself on the receiving end of more times than you’d care to admit you’d previously tolerated.

“Just tell me what I hafta do to fix it, please,” he implores quietly. You sneer at his appeal to “fix it.”

“Why am I not surprised that you have the nerve to destroy something and then ask for it to tell you how to put it back together again?” you snort humorlessly.

You want to kick yourself for the wording. Of course you had to make it sound like you were the thing he had destroyed, not the relationship or the friendship or whatever it was that you’d had. Joel’s face twists in a way that you know he’s caught your slip. You decide you’ve been through this enough times. You can’t believe you’re standing here, yet again, putting yourself in a position to be stripped down and chastened by Joel without him even trying.

That was only part of the problem. He humbled and disoriented you unintentionally, and then he’d turn around and purposefully upbraid you whenever he had the whim. You didn’t deserve either.

You hated how every cell in your body seemed to fight you as you jerked yourself away from his grasp. Your skin burned where he’d just touched you. It screamed at you to bring it back, bring him back, bring that feeling back. But you couldn’t. Bringing that feeling, that touch - bringing him back - came with the rest of it. It wasn’t a fair trade, and you owed it to yourself to demand better.

You straighten with resolve and narrow your eyes at Joel. The line of his mouth is tight as he works to conceal the crestfallen expression that’s fighting its way to his features.

“It’s not like that. I jus’ don’t know how to-to do this stuff. I’m fuckin’ awful at it,” he gulps. “I know that’s no excuse, but I jus’ need you to please tell me what I can do to make you–”

“Unlike you, Joel, I recognize that both of us have been through absolute hell. Made it through things you can’t even feel relieved or happy to have survived it at all.” You draw a shaky breath and plough through the rest of your thoughts.

“I just believed you would have seen enough and been through enough to know that the world we live in - the one that’s festered in its own violence for twenty years - is a world where second chances rarely happen,” you hiss. 

You pray Joel didn’t catch the wavering in your voice. You did not need to start fixating on Caroline again right now, the biggest supporting claim that second chances were far and few in between in this cruel and unforgiving world.

You were just merely the mirror image of it, the reflection of the cruel and unforgiving world. You, fierce and uncompassionate to Joel in this moment. Nothing more than a byproduct of this world, letting yourself slip into that heartless, ruthless cavern that had ensnared so many others before you. Like Joel.

He shakes his head, a bit frantic, and reaches out towards you again with a step in your direction. “I’ll do anything,” he clips out with urgency. He means it. Really means it. It’s not enough.

“Then do us both a favor and drop it,” you breathe. You don’t trust yourself to speak at full volume as your eyes start to pinch. “And just worry about taking care of Ellie.”

Without another word, you turn on your heel and leave Joel to absorb the ramifications of his actions. You make it to your house and shut the door behind you before dissolving into tears.

You weren’t going to let Joel drive a wedge between you and Ellie. You’d backed off somewhat from her schooling out of the respect you still somehow held for Joel, but you weren’t going to leave her hanging high and dry just because he wanted to be an insufferable jerk. You make your way to the barnyard where she was assigned today to catch up.

You haven’t told her that you and Joel had a falling out, but she’s probably figured as much. She had already asked you a few times today if everything was okay. You lied for her benefit. She doesn’t need any more reminders that Joel is an asshole. You had no intention of covering for him, but Ellie had enough on her plate without adding more to it. You had spent the better half of an hour listening to her talk about whatever she wanted to talk about. It was your favorite thing when she just went off on tangents and you got to see all the little quirks and unique traits her brain had brewing up there. Seeing the layers peeled back and Ellie being able to just be Ellie would bring a lump to your throat if you thought about it long enough. She was now demonstrating her best chicken noises. The chicken she is holding lets out the real thing when she gives it an encouraging wobble. Ellie bursts into laughter, clearly pleased with her rendition of the crowing in comparison. 

“Can’t even tell a difference,” you quip. “And you sound similar, too.” You bite back a grin as your taunt sinks in.

Ellie is confused for a moment before she catches the dig. “Hey! My hair might look as crazy as hers, but you aren’t one to talk,” she jokes back. “You got me there,” you concede with a laugh. You absentmindedly push your strands from your face and realize you’ve been here for a while now. It’s likely time for Ellie to wrap things up for the day. “Well, look, I’m gonna head out. I know your shift is done soon.” Joel is going to meet her at the end of her shift and walk her home as he usually does, and you don’t want to be here when he arrives. “Aw, man. Just stay and walk back with us,” Ellie suggests with such earnestness it makes your heart clench. “I wish I could, but I really do have to meet up with some of the patrol group schedulers and hash some stuff out,” you lie again. “Okay, well then just stay long enough to help me round up all the chickens,” she bargains. You wish you could tell her you want nothing more than to spend as much time with her as she’s willing to let you. Her and Joel, both. But you can’t. You can only hope she doesn’t start to think your reticence has anything to do with her.

You agree to get the flock herded back into their coops before you leave. It wasn’t the most fun task, but watching Ellie dart wildly trying to catch some stragglers made it well worthwhile. 

“Okay, I got 7 in. You got the rest?” you call out from one end of the barn where the coops lined its length. “No. One’s still missing,” she replies from the other end. You regroup at the front of the barn and examine the fenced in lot for the missing bird. 

“Oh, whoops,” Ellie says, noticing she had left the barn door slightly ajar. You are about to remind her she has got to do better about leaving doors unlocked and open when she pauses at the handle. “Great. I think it ran in here,” she groans, slipping into the barn. 

“Ellie,” you caution.

You haven’t been in the barn since, well, basically since you first got to Jackson and were touring the settlement. You didn’t frequent the farming areas, and you never felt the need to expose yourself to unnecessary triggers. You were willing to withstand some of that hardship if it meant showing Ellie you were here for her and wanted to support her.

“Ellie?” you call out louder when she doesn’t respond. 

You curse under your breath and step inside the barn. Beams of light are streaming in through the windows and some of the larger cracks in the walls. Tractors awaiting repair, random bales of hay, and lazily discarded tools litter the floor. It looks to be more of a storage space than anything else. A sickly feeling tingles through your body just from passing the threshold. “Ellie?” you call out again even louder as your voice begins to shake. 

“Motherfucker snuck in here!” you hear her answer from somewhere above you.

“ELLIE?” you scream as panic and dread start to crush through you. 

“I’m up here! Chill!” she calls down. 

Ever eager to show how capable and resourceful she was, Ellie had quickly ascended the loft after the errant chicken. Your breathing picked up with your heart as you scanned the room, trying to find where she had gained access. You see the decaying wooden board with small wooden notches nailed along its length leaning against the open wood trap door leading up to the loft. 

“ELLIE! STOP! ELLIE, WAIT. PLEASE. DON’T RUN UP THERE,” you scream in a hysteric pitch. You sprint to the ramp as fast as your legs can carry you. 

You can hear her footsteps rushing around above your head in pursuit of the chicken. The scratch of its feet and protest of its caws flitter around the loft as you clamber upwards. The board is shaky underneath you, and you aren’t sure it will hold your weight if you put too much force in one place.

You can’t feel your hands anymore. Your footing slips several times as you scurry up the makeshift ladder. Your breaths come erratically, if at all. Your chest is squeezing in on itself. You can feel yourself yelling something out, but you can’t hear exactly what it is past the high whistle noise that fills your ears. You are trying to yell at her to stop - to slow down -  to wait until you could help her down and get the chicken yourself - she could fall - please just stop before something bad happens - please just stop before she gets hurt. Whatever you are saying seems to get the idea across to her as Ellie silently watches you hurtle onto the loft and scramble to collect yourself enough to converge on her. She gingerly holds the chicken in her arms as she looks you over and shoots you a bewildered expression. Your face feels wet for some reason, and your lips are like static as they tingle. You aren’t sure if you’re tasting or smelling the coppery, metallic buzz that's overstimulating your senses. You are still talking, but you’re not sure what you’re saying. You can tell your hold on her arm is too tight by the way she winces. You can’t slacken your grip until you can lead her away from the edge of the loft. You just can’t. Her face is swarming with confusion and now a touch of fear, but she doesn’t push you away or put up any sort of resistance.

You are catapulted into a frenzy when you feel something large and firm grabbing your shoulder from behind.

Screams rip from your chest, but you don’t hear them. You can only feel the way they tear out of you, taking all the air and sanity from you with each one. Without thinking, you shove your hand into your boot to retrieve your knife, flick it open, and swing for the infected’s throat. In the same wild motion you put as much space between Ellie and the assailant as you can.

You don’t register that it is Joel who was currently in front of you and came running when he heard your screams of terror for Ellie from inside the barn.

Your lethal strike is deflected when he catches your wrist and twists your arm behind you. He shakes the knife from your grip and kicks it away with his foot. Your other hand instinctively shoots up to his hair to grab and rip whatever you could. He hugs you closer with your hand still pinned behind you and kicks your feet out from under you. You are guided to the ground flat on your back as Joel presses into you. You are pinned under his weight, but he lets your arm go.

You grasp his hair with both hands as he flinches in pain. He steadies your eyes on him by gently placing his hands on either side of your face.

It finally registers that you aren’t wrestling an infected. You aren’t in that cold barn. You haven’t encountered a half-dead infected up in the loft. You’re in Jackson. You’re with Ellie. Joel is on top of you. He’s pinning you. Your grip loosens. 

“Right here,” Joel says firmly. 

Your eyes are shooting around, trying to find Ellie. You need to see that she is okay. You crane your neck around enough to see her slowly walking towards you with a worried look. “Look at me,” Joel orders calmly. 

Your eyes dart back to Joel’s. 

“Nobody’s in danger. We are all safe. You’re okay. You’re with me. With us. I’ve got you.” 

Your eyes are still wild as you try to take in a full breath. You can feel the tears streaming down your temples as you stare up at Joel’s gentle, stern gaze. 

“I’ve got you. You’re safe,” he soothes.

You blink rapidly and feel your body give underneath Joel’s. You can’t stop shaking, and your entire mouth feels like sandpaper. “Get her down from here,” you command in a hoarse, shaky whisper. He nods.

“Don’t move,” Joel orders. He doesn’t argue about getting Ellie to safety. You see him in your periphery guiding a very concerned looking Ellie down the ramp, chicken in tow. You don’t move, but it has less to do with following his orders and more to do with how you are frozen in your spot and couldn’t move even if you wanted to. You don’t know how much time has passed when Joel returns. He crouches slowly beside you and pulls you into his lap. With every ounce of effort you have left in your body, you grab his collar and wordlessly demand to know where Ellie is. Joel’s arm holds you flush against him, and his free hand cups your face as he reads your expression. 

“She’s okay. She’s putting the chicken in the coop outside and waiting there until we come out,” he answers with cognizance of your primary source of distress. You move your lips, trying to vocalize that you need to see her for yourself. You need to make sure she’s okay. 

“Ssshh. Ssssssssshh. We can’t get down from here until you breathe,” Joel murmurs.

You thought you were breathing. The jerk of your chest makes you realize the heaving, pained wheeze you hear is actually you, gasping rapid intakes of air to no avail.

Joel places your forehead against his and he grabs your hands from his collar. He holds them in his own underneath your chin. 

“Baby, I need you to breathe, okay?” he says softly. 

Your head bobs in what you think is a nod as you try to control your breathing. 

“Good. Good job, baby. Just feel me and breathe with me, okay?” he guides. 

He clutches you against him somehow even closer and sweeps a hand to the back of your neck, positioning your head on his shoulder. He tucks you under his chin and rolls long strokes up and down your arm and back.

Your trembling starts to abate, and your breaths are punctuated with fewer rapid, sequential draws of air. You are slumped against Joel, who hasn’t stopped talking you through the spell. The rise and fall of your chest eventually mimics his as you lay pressed against him. You sit in silence as you come down from your spiral. 

“You can try to stand now if you want to,” he offers quietly next to your ear. You clumsily untangle yourself from him and force yourself onto your feet. Your knees immediately buckle, and Joel is once again holding you. 

“Slow, darlin’, slow,” he instructs. 

You feel the fear start to creep back up when you can’t even stand on your own two feet. You feel completely helpless and weak. You find Joel’s gaze again. His features are soft as his eyes search over you. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here,” he assures you again.

You nod blankly as he steadies you to your feet. “Hold onto me, okay? Don’t let go. I’ve got you,” he promises as he guides you both down the ramp. 

How it isn’t collapsing underneath your combined weight is a mystery to you. Joel slides his arm around you and holds your other to the side as he walks so closely behind you that you can feel the entire front of his body shift with each step. Ellie had grown impatient and worried waiting by the chicken coops. She stood in the barn doorway, waiting anxiously for you to come out. You could see her silhouette as Joel walked you closer, and you lurch towards her. You stumble a few steps as Ellie backs out of the doorway to avoid you crashing into her. Your legs feel like a numb, useless limb after losing its bloodflow for too long. 

Joel is behind you quickly again, pulling you up and steadying you. “Can’t be doin’ all that, darlin’,” he chides.

The sunshine outside feels blinding, but the cooler rush of air does wonders for your breathing. You hadn’t realized how stagnant and heavy the air in the barn was. You lock in on Ellie again and stumble to her, grabbing onto her forearms for support and emphatic effect at the admonishing things you are lashing at her.

She winces at your once again too tight hold. You demand she explain how she could be so reckless. You make

her promise that she won’t ever do that again. Ellie nods softly with her brow scrunched. You feel Joel somewhere close behind you. 

“Okay. I won’t. I promise,” she vows solemnly. 

She pauses for a moment, allowing you to notice how loud your heart is beating in your ears. It’s better than the deafening high whistle from before, but you can feel your body start to come to terms with the aftermath of whatever the hell just happened back there. You feel Joel’s hand slide to your side just above your hip. Rather than rebuff his hold, you welcome the steady anchoring and place your hand over his. You stop swaying, which you hadn’t even realized you were doing. You ease back into Joel, allowing yourself a moment of rest. Ellie says your name quietly, a tone of a question. 

“What?” you rasp.

“Who’s Caroline?” she hesitates.

“Wh-What?” you shake out. 

You feel Joel’s hand grip your side tighter. “Ellie!” he snips. “Not right now.” 

Joel doesn’t know exactly who Caroline is, but he does know right now isn’t the time to explore it. The burning curiosity is too much for Ellie to ignore. 

“When I was up there, you started screaming at me. You kept calling me Caroline,” she hurries out as Joel hisses orders at her to stop speaking right this instant.

The chemical explosion rushing inside you came shooting up to the surface at your sister’s name. Before you could stop it, the muscles in your stomach commanded you to your hands and knees as you vomited onto the ground.

Jinkies, gang, shit's real fucked around here, huh? Damn, hope it doesn't just get worse from here! 👀💦

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

#fic: endless night #EnNi #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic #joel miller fic

[blarrghe]

Happy Friday!! "Characters who bite their lips and blush when they catch another character glancing at their lips (and the ache of want that throbs in that other character on seeing them blush)" for a pairing of your choice??? Have fun!!! 💙

Hello! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for months. I never seem to be able to find the time for prompt writing or @dadrunkwriting but I recently decided to start a series of canonical prompt-fills on AO3 to try to organize my tumblr fics and some of my more canonical writing somewhere, and this inspired me to get to it haha. So this is now also on AO3 in a collection of what will be semi-conencted canon-universe fics that mostly spawned from prompts ^_^

Also, what a prompt! Big fan of the yearning.

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The Inquisitor was flirting with him. 

Granted, Dorian had started it, as he was wont to do. What could he say? He met a beautiful man in the midst of a sudden groundbreaking trip through his life’s work and straight into the apocalypse, and he couldn’t help but soften the blows with a wink or two. 

But then they’d gotten out of that, and here Dorian was in Skyhold's chilly courtyard, standing next to him. He had given his service to the southern Chantry’s war effort against a monstrous ancient Magister, followed the Dalish elf up a mountain, watched him achieve so many miracles it was beginning to seem almost mundane. He had watched him become the Inquisitor, sworn his loyalty to all that meant. 

Taren Lavellan didn’t feel like the Inquisitor up close. He felt like just a man, cast into the mess and floundering like the rest of them. He felt like a colleague, a fellow in arms, a friend. But he wasn’t just those things. He was the world’s best chance, in the best hands. He was chosen, or fated, or something. He was the Inquisitor. 

And the Inquisitor was flirting with him. 

The Inquisitor was the kind of fascination that had to be locked away. A flirtation that had to remain aloof. An impossibility, even just for a fun row in the sheets. An impossibility in a lot of ways.

He laughed when Dorian made some quip about his research frustrations, offered to let him rant all about it. He smiled as he leaned against the stone wall surrounding the garden to settle in and listen. 

Leaned in. 

Listened. 

Dorian felt Taren's hand brush against his own, felt the strange draw of the mark's magic at his fingertips, felt his own breath falter. He cleared his throat, made another joke, watched him laugh. 

Watched his eyes, bright when they met his own. 

Taren’s eyes flicked to Dorian’s lips, he tilted his head back, gave his autumn red hair a shake in the breeze, bit his lip, and smiled. 

A step back. Dorian needed to — needed to stop enabling this, needed to stop setting himself up for the challenge of finding him and making him laugh, needed to stop setting himself up for the challenge of pulling away. He needed to take a step back. 

“Well,” he said, dragging his own eyes away from Taren’s smile, “I suppose I ought to get back to it. And I’m sure someone’s bound to need you.” 

“Oh.”

Taren blushed. The Inquisitor. The Inquisitor blushed, and the power in being the cause of it rushed with unconscionable satisfaction to all of Dorian's worst thoughts. A dull ache tensed through his core.

“Yes," Taren said slowly, openly disappointed, "I suppose.” 

“Inquisitor,” Dorian replied, formal, dismissive, leaving. Stepping back. 

“Dorian.” 

“Though" — Don't — "You always know where to find me,” Dorian tacked on, low, inviting. He felt his leering smirk stretch across his lips, and looked at Taren's again.  

That was not a step back.

“Of course,” the Inquisitor brightened. “Save me a seat.” 

Dorian landed a nod, resisted a wink, and took the door off the courtyard to the dim halls inside. He let out a long breath, steadied himself, and did not head up to the library. 

#dadwc #my fic #pavellan #pining yearning longing etc

[taralen]

Announcement? Other things!

Hey, everyone, so besides commissions and all my SPECIL SALESMAN art, I would also like to share more things (like original art) and draw fanart for other things. Spamton G. Spamton is a mainstay on my blog. He is very important to me, and if you don't like him, then too bad!

My range of interests is absolutely massive, and as one fan/friend of mine said to me years ago, "You're like a mystery box of surprises!"

Here is what I plan to make art and possible theories or analyses for:

[[please note that a lot of my interests are 17-18+, but anything uploaded here will be kept SFW or cropped. All NSFW stuff will go to my Pixiv account. I highly recommend to NOT look up the origin if you are a minor or sensitive to explicit content.]]

Queen's Blade Franchise (17+) - I really want to make more art of my favorite character, Alleyne the Elven Fighting Master, and possibly her apprentice, Nowa!

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni (17+ GORE HORROR. Do not look up if you are sensitive.) - Recently fell in love with this series. I consider the original anime from the 2000s to be a masterpiece. I want to draw my favorite character, Takano!

Taimanin universe (17-18+. Seriously don't look it up if you're a minor lol.) - I really love some of the characters of this series, like my waifu Ingrid. I've drawn her before, and I want to draw her again. Funny enough, one of my pieces is featured in the mobile game Action Taimanin as a poster on the wall for a level. Sometimes, I see people use my art as an icon. It's very flattering!

Dragon Half (15+) - One of my all-time favorite mangas ever made from the 1980s. I think it's long overdue I make a fanart for it.

Winx Club - I have numerous unfinished fanarts for this series. I love it so much, even though Sailor Moon is superior lmfao.

Shoujo Tsubaki (18+. BANNED WORLDWIDE. DO NOT LOOK IT UP if you are sensitive or if you are a minor) - I watched this two nights ago, and it's so sad... I plan to do an analysis of it. I honestly don't think it's the worst thing ever, but I can see why people find it offensive, as it touches upon A LOT OF taboo topics.

Psychonauts - This game series man... So good. I want to draw something of my favorite character, Helmut, and his husband, Bobby. I just absolutely adore them. 😭

Touhou Project - It's been a long time since I've drawn proper fanart for this series. I have A LOT on my DeviantArt account, but I'd like to draw my favorite girls again.

Super Mario Bros - Peach is my original waifu. I've tried drawing her many times in my style, but I've kind of failed. I also really like Princess Daisy's N64 version and want to draw her again. Rosalina/Rosetta, I will also think about it.

The Legend of Zelda - This one is a little... Difficult for me. This is one of my favorite game series ever, but I really struggle to make art for it. I want to since it heavily inspired my work, but damn is it hard... Hopefully, I can break out of my shell for this.

Various other Eroge titles (18+) - Eroge are any games with erotic elements that originate from Japan. There are so many I like that range from simply being romantic to utterly insane. If you're a minor, do not look up anything.

Runescape - How I love thee. It's been a while since I've drawn fanart for it. I love the Elves haha!

Creepypasta or ghost legends/stories - I've been listening to a lot of these lately and I feel a bit inspired to draw some of the things that pop up in my imagination.

That's all for the non-original stuff. I'm still hesitant to post OCs here because they got 100% ignored last time. xD

Stuff of mine I won't ever upload to this blog:

18+ NSFW. Obvious. Do you want me to get banned?? I can draw fanart for something adult without it being NSFW.

Fetish stuff. I know I get commissioned a lot to draw fetish art, but all this will remain on DeviantArt.

Anyway, that's all I can think of right now.

#musings #drawing ideas #Oof when listed out my interest list is an absolute dumpster fire

[lonepower]

@curlyparmesan replied to your post “hi! guess who's alive! this is just the page from...”:

You made that?? It's so good!! I know nothing about Hollow Knight but it looks so pretty.

​BWEH THANK U 😭-

but also oh man okay now i have to yell because this game. it's like. ok. so the game is about this little bug

(absolute creature. unauthorized fucking thing.) known variably as "the knight", the "little ghost", "pale thing", "small friend"- the point is they don't really have a name, or an identity, or any memories, or any personality, or anything. (spoiler alert: they have all of these.)

the game starts with you entering "Hallownest," a deteriorating subterranean kingdom of bugs that has been slowly rotting for an unknown amount of time as a mysterious infection consumes it from within. the king is missing; the queen has barricaded herself into her home out of an unspecified grief; all but a handful of citizens are dead; and nobody wants to sleep, because if you do the infection will come to take over your dreams and drive you mad. and dying doesn't free you from this because it just fills you with goo and puppets your corpse around! fun.

so your job as this little creature is to find out what's causing the dreaming sickness and put a stop to it.

there is a way you are supposed to put a stop to it. this is the easiest, worst, and most horrifying ending.

describing the story any further would delve into spoilers that are absolutely more fun to discover (and going lore-hunting is at least half the fun of the game - make sure to explore everywhere), but like. these little 16 pixels will RIP your HEART from your BODY. they will cause AGONIES. you'll be on the floor crying about bugs and you WILL like it.

as far as gameplay goes, it's a 2D sidescroller/metroidvania style, which put me off it for a long time because i haaaaaaaaaate metroidvanias. i actually started it, got past the first boss (which is a testament to how good it is in and of itself, because usually i get to the first enemy and am just like "nah"), went "oh right I hate metroidvanias," and gave up. and then about three days later i was like, "...but I want to know what happens next." as it turns out, it's actually highly moddable, so I stuck god mode on and played through the entire thing three times in about a month. I've actually weaned myself off of it for a couple of encounters, which is even more impressive! Troupe Master Grimm also headlines my very very very short list of "bosses I not only tolerate, but actively enjoy" (alongside essej from control + tom and hel from ghostrunner. that's the entire list.) combat is... still hard, but can be rewarding - it's mostly timing-based and there's a parry mechanic whose window is so fucking microscopic but actually managing it is really satisfying.

(also, like-

-i can't even go into details because it's BIIIG spoilers but like. the way two of the characters parry. like their stances and stuff. i'm screaming and wailing and tearing out my hair over the Implications of that-)

and the MUSIC too. the THEMES and MOTIFS. the way certain characters' leitmotifs creep into different areas or into other characters' themes... POETIC CINEMA. i could, have, and will continue to listen to the main theme, dirtmouth bgm, and city of tears bgm on repeat for hours. (also bonus favorite boss theme. the fact that this man is not a Tumblr Sexyman(tm) continues to boggle me-)

another thing I really like is that you're not the only adventurer in the world. there's not really a companion mechanic (though there are some upgrades that will give you little minions, and you can kill a clown and he'll give you his son as a reward), but there's a couple of other characters you can encounter periodically across the game who are on their own quests, which depending on your actions you can help bring to fruition or not. it just feels like the kind of thing you don't see very often? but this kingdom is known in-universe to draw adventurers, and there... actually are other adventurers. idk. it's neat.

anyway. play hollow knight. it will hurt you but you won't regret it.

#curlyparmesan #replies #hollow knight #THIS GAME. THIS GAME MAN- #it literally broke six uninterrupted years of art block. i hadn't so much as doodled in half of a decade and this little bug came along-

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Cassie Ann, the deuteragonist of the story.

She is an energetic young woman who tries her best to make everyone around her happy. Being a 4th Dimensional being just like Larson, she also is curious about her species and essentially forced Larson to let her help him.

She is very headstrong and has a hard time listening to others who aren't making sense. Despite this, Cassie is a sponge and any emotion anyone currently has, she usually feels it as well. This makes her grow empathetic towards even the worst of people. It doesn't cloud her judgement though and she will only help someone if she feels like it.

Cassie is going to be in every other scene I made because she's so friendly, she's involved in almost everything the group does. Cassie is made to be the catalyst for most everything that happens and if not for her, no one would even interact with each other.

P.S. the scenes she's in with the other characters aren't colored because 1. I'm too lazy, but also because I got tired of having to get the right colors every time I drew them. Then in 2023, I learned about color pallets 😶‍🌫️

I'm also thinking of this right as I'm about to post this, but she's the Deku to Larson's Bakugou lol.

Anyways, I was going to draw her in these different hair styles, but I decided just to have a mention that Cassie's hair is different throughout the story. She is black and I like to be realistic and not rude when it comes to making black people and their integral hairstyles :) Also this helps so people can relate to her a bit.

As for this form, this is something I haven't written, but clearly got the idea for. In the second book, the beings called Selestials are a species of rock people who are born through the energy of their earth. Because Cassie isn't a human, she's able to endure the process of this birth and ends up in this form!

This was also just "I'm a super big fan of my own work and wanted to see her in this form" so I ended up adding it in the story.

Here's a little scene for her:

Cassie made off as swiftly as possible, wasting no time when she was finally let go. As Cassie was walking around, she made sure the phone was still up and could see everything she was seeing. After her check, she took another look at her surroundings.

There’s nothing here! What am I even looking for?

Cassie looked out and could see all the other planets.

It was still a sight to behold. She was amazed at how beautiful the universe was and found herself thinking that they should visit other planets after this. She sighed, but right now we’re on a mission huh?

Cassie decided to keep walking and found nothing on the barren planet, so she picked up a rock and put it inside her bag to take home, but then she heard a noise. She suddenly turned… and saw nothing there.

“Lars?” She called out.

Nothing was to be heard, but she was sure she heard something. Cassie shook her head and resumed walking when the noise returned.

She didn’t turn around this time, but instead reached for the rock she collected. With it gripped in her palm, she waited until hearing the noise again; which she did. Quickly, she turned around and threw the rock as hard as she could in that direction.

The rock shot out just barely missing the one who was now behind her. This person stood with a smile on their face, unphased by the rock that almost hit him. He looked human, so Cassie thought they had to be like them.

Cassie thought this optimistically. “I’m sorry if I almost hit you with that… I thought you were my friend.”

“So that other one is with you?” He asked himself. “Then it’ll be easy to make quick work of you two. As long as you’re not together, this’ll be easy.”

His words were strange and they only caused Cassie to sigh when she realized what she may be in for.

Her optimism was squashed as she spoke. “Um… are you going to try and kill us?”

He chuckled. “Maybe not, if you decide to work with me and not against me.”

“To do what?”

“Destroy anyone who feels they can oppose me and make me the ruler of the entire universe!”

Cassie stared at him as he spoke. She sighed and walked over to a larger boulder she saw, she set her bag down and made sure the phone was angled perfectly.

“Are you abandoning your earthly possessions?” Asked the strange male.

“No, I just don’t want my phone to break when I attack you.”

“What are you-”

He was cut off when Cassie punched him square in the face. This sudden and intense impact caused him to fall to his knees. Cassie stood behind him and waited for him to lift his head up. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and spoke to him.

“I don’t know if you think you’re stronger than me…I mean, you might be, but much like I was against Lars, I can’t let you do whatever you want.” She stared down at him with a blank look on her face.

Her banter caused him to chuckle. “And why’s that? Because you fear the destruction of this world and everything in it?”

“No, I just don’t want to have to listen to someone who’s first line was getting rid of someone.”

The male found himself laughing even more now. He reached back to grab Cassie’s arm, he did so and Cassie stared at him with the her expression unchanged.

“Then we’ll have to see if you’re strong enough to stop me!”

She sighed to that. “Why couldn’t the first thing we found have been friendly?”

The man laughed and reached to strike Cassie…

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Not- so-fun fact: this Cassie is pretty much the only one I have built like this. All my other Cassies are shy, anxious, and don't talk. I always love writing her this way, but, the person who review swapped with me said that Cassie had to have some kind of underdeveloped mental state because she frequently acted as a child would... when she's only seventeen. Again, I feel this was only said because she's a female.

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[pinkacademic]

How to get a Pink Academia FIX in the Summer

If you're still in school or university/college and the summer months have you craving eduction even when you're not constrained to the classroom, or if you're finished up and still living for the aesthetic, here are some ideas for how to maintain your little grey cells with a little pink twist.

- Get Ahead! Have a look at study guides for next year's modules or classes, and dedicate a bit of time to learning. This is especcially good if you're doing something transitional like GCSEs and A-levels (for anyone outside the UK, those are exams we do between the ages of about 14-16 and 16-18 respectivly) and you want to do better next year or maintain your marks. Make sure to make it fun and don't forget to actually enjoy your Summer! Try maybe a few hours in the week where you dress in your best plaid skirt and pearls, pour yourself an ice tea and make some colour-coded notes. Maybe make a day of it with some like-minded girlies (girlies in gender-neutral btw) and head to a cafe with your laptops.

- Reading Dates with your significant other and/or bffs are nice way to hang out together in the same space while doing separate things. You can make it into a book club and all read the same books and discuss, or you can read separate books and just enjoying each other's company, ocassional chit-chat (and ranting about how the author must die for the suffering they've put you through), and perhaps a hot beverage. You could also listen to an audio book together. Its like binging a series but much more pretentious!

- Learn Something New! Personally this year, I plan on dedicating my summer to a big craft project where I'll be learning new things that I've never tried before. You can paint or draw, learn a language, follow a couple of K-pop dance tutorials, whatever takes your fancy. Set aside a certain amount of time, maybe invite some friends over, and try anything! Make sure to make a purposeful time to it to encourage dedication.

- Turn your movie nights or your series binge into a film/tv analysis. Learn about different kids of film, videography, sound editing, history of televised media, and themes and analyses. All my fellow English students, apply anything you know about classic literature and apply it to your films. To get really Pink Academia about the whole thing, analyse adaptations such as Emma and Clueless, Little Women, Pride and Prejudice etc. If you're more scientifically minded, you can research NASA's most scientifically accurate films list, or look into the behind the scenes aspects such as light, sound, and effects... you can also lok for NASA's worst movies too and rant about how terribly inaccurate they are!

#Pink Academia #Pink #Academia #Pink Academic #Summer Academia

[jourquet]

Get to Know Me Tag tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles. ❤️ thank you for thinking of me.

Do you make your bed?

usually, no. i'm chaotic energy like that. my mom has attempted to make me since i was a child, but i prefer not to. i tend to stay in my bed most days anyway (sensory-wise, pretty comfortable). though, i live in the nothern part of europe, so we get colder nights than the rest. i live in the warmest section of my country, however. but still, for the regular italian, they will be freezing over here.

What's your favourite number? 13 or 11. i used to be on a football team (soccer for americans out there) as a left field defense, and i always tried to grab one of those numbers. something extremely satisfying of the psychological effect of the "bad luck" number on the offensive players faces when you constantly make it impossible to attack on your side. hell, i even had five players on me once because the football trainer on the opposite team saw the danger i was. it always brought me luck and others misfortune. with 11, is because it relates to my birthday (11.11, no joke, its my birthday date).

What is your job?

i don't have any, at the moment. but people wants me to do many things. apparently because i'm a "natural" in whatever fancies my interest. suggestions have been librarian, spokes-person for disability issues, professional writer, radio-speaker, professional football player, teacher, mathematician, graphic designer, artist, and more. take your pick, it probably has been suggested.

If you could go back to school, would you?

i would, yes. but not on university level. we've the option one below it with same results. i would pick subjects such as languages (general), maths, graphic design, marketing, leadership, psychology, sociology, politics, economics, coding, drawing, classic literature class, acting, maybe some law even.

Can you parallel park?

nope.

A job you had that would surprise people?

worked with kids a few times. also helped a friend out in high school to pass all her classes she struggled with. without payment on the latter. but i didn't mind, not the type to exploit people.

Do you think aliens are real?

most, likely yes. considering how vast and expansive space is, it would be more shocking if it wasn't. and our view of "life" is limited to our own scope. it's possible life exists but not under the circumstances we're used to believe it is.

Can you drive a manual car?

no.

What's your guilty pleasure?

reading fanfics, anything queer content (never do it or rarely with people irl around, though they're aware of my accounts. as i said earlier i be living the wild life). listening to artists i did as a kid (hannah montana specifically), anything too mature rated (grew up partly in catholic background since mom's family is mexican. shame for those things are common around those parts), and speaking my mind without filter. i'm a hot-head here, if you know me well. Tattoos?

none, never plan on getting any though. people always say my skin is unbelievable young-looking for my age. not about to take that privilege away.

Favorite color?

green and blue. they remind me of the norwegian forest (they've an unique color because of our position on earth). and blue, because it reminds me of the seas in mexico and its calming. unlike most colors. Favorite type of music?

too varied to place in a box (ask anyone). but currently, my male kpop music list is on repeat and has been for a few months.

Do you like puzzles?

i used to do them a lot when young but not much anymore. because my mind can't focus on it too long. i usually have to finish it in one go or i don't return to it.

Any phobias?

social phobia/anxiety. but i try to face it anyway, since i refuse to be blocked out of society for trauma that i'm not responsible for. rather want to live a happy one than miserable. already been on the worst possible end, not letting that chain me down.

Favorite childhood sport?

football, hiking, and swimming.

Do you talk to yourself?

i used to, a lot. but not much anymore. i can talk to my characters fluently without break in my head. i'm a writer after all, i've had enough experience to not need any mirror or loudly talk anymore. i can take up any character at will, and we will talk as we never left off.

which is why i sometimes blank out during conversations. because i'm in a conversation with character(s) and said person(s) irl lost my interest at some point or i simply can't focus on anything they're saying.

what movies do you adore?

i prefer movies that makes one question things like dune (dennis version), or like inception. true underrated gems that most of the public seems to be missing the point of. dune might be seem as mainstream but the author's point are flying over most people's heads.

Coffee or tea?

tea, always, without question. the only coffee i actually drink is moccha, and its more chocolate anyway. and i prefer a brand unique to mexico which is difficult to find. since its local.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

prince, since i loved to watch the disney movies as a kid. always liked the idea of being a charmer and having the responsibility that came with it. also how the life of a prince never seemed to have a boring moment. of course, i was disappointed when i realized you could only be born into it lmao. casually tagging: @zeawesomebirdie @echoanimates @cedence @bastardcompany. and anyone else who wants to do it.

#❖ roll the dice #Spotify

[babyjakes]

and you know, and so do i.

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summary | andy calls you in for office hours, just as he’s done almost every week of the semester. you both know your grade in his class is the least of the worries that he hopes to address.

pairing | professor!andy barber x student!reader

warnings | ed themes mentioned: implied restrictive subtype, no real symptom talk/mostly just body experience descriptions (weak, dizzy, spaced out, confused), resistance to help andisolation, suggestive that reader is severely ill. angst; this is not a fic with a happy ending, this is not a fic headed in a happy direction. soft!very concerned!andy.

word count | 1,179

an | hi friends. this is one of those fics that i don’t really know how to write an introduction for. i think this was mostly written as a way for me to support myself when i wasn’t getting the support i needed. please heed all the warnings given; the topic of ed’s is very fragile, i know, and i want you all to be safe and make choices that’ll be healthiest for you. i wrote this originally after rediscovering a song i used to listen to a lot back in high school when i was in the worst of my anorexia; listening to it again after so long brought back a lot of memories, one in particular of one of the last times i was brought into the er. i was deteriorating heavily and i remember just lying there and staring at the ceiling, listening to this song and feeling like i was back at my childhood home, sitting by the open windows listening to the neighbors’ kids playing outside. idk, it’s a very vivid memory for me. here’s a link to the song (getting lighter, goldmund) for anyone who’s interested.

Sitting in your regular brown armchair, the worn vintage-patterned fabric barely bending beneath your shallow frame, your eyelids droop like flower petals heavy with rain; you could not focus on the man in front of you if your life depended on it.

Standing with his back to you, broad shoulders filling out the deep navy seams of his university sweatshirt, Professor Barber tends to the whistling kettle on the stove, carefully killing the heat as he asks his question again, “Y/n, are you sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea?”

Eyes lazily resting on some point just beyond the tip of your own nose, you hum some sort of confirmation or agreement, though it isn’t enough for him to understand until he turns around briefly to look at you, his gaze softening in worry as he watches you watch… nothing. Pouring himself a mug, he adds a tea bag and joins you in taking a seat, picking his usual spot on the green sofa across the narrow office from you. Setting his drink down on the coffee table beside him, the man sets his hands in his lap, an expectant silence falling over the room as he looks you over carefully.

And you, are entirely somewhere else. Chapped bottom lip parted ever so slightly from the top, you draw in a shaky breath as something warm hits your cheek; you think it could be a tear before you realize the window is open right beside you, a gentle ray of sun shining in and landing just below your eyes. Closing them for a moment, you stop to listen, the distant sounds of blowing grass and voices from afar filling your chest with heaviness. The whole world feels so light, like you could step right off the ground and float up into the sky on the breeze. For a moment, just a moment, you begin to forget where you are. Everything sounds and smells like home; you wonder if the faint smell of tea leaves in the air is coming from your mother’s favorite olive-green mug.

Voice trembling, you manage to say, “It’s beautiful out.”

“It is,” Andy’s soft voice agrees through the darkness. Andy, he had told you to call him that. Sometime, weeks ago. You never knew why he kept calling you in to see him every Thursday afternoon, and he never offered any reason, and yet- you continued to show up, week after week. Or maybe, maybe you did know. Maybe you do. Maybe even, you know, that he knows.

“It feels like summer,” you admit, your own voice barely recognizable to you as you do your best to fight back tears that have for some reason built up; maybe it was the tenderness of his voice. Maybe it’s the familiar smell of the spring air. You realize that you don’t want to be here; this is a frightening place for you, sitting in the warmth of the early May sun. Your hands squeeze the armrests of the chair as you do your best to remind yourself of your surroundings, but you can’t help but feel like maybe you’ve fallen asleep; maybe you’re dreaming of home. Maybe you’ll never see home again.

“Do you like the summertime, y/n?” Andy asks, watching patiently as you continue to sit with your eyes fully closed, nostrils flaring slightly as you struggle to take in a breath that feels big enough.

Head still heavy with thought, you mumble an, “I don’t know.” I’d like to live to see another one, you think to yourself, but as always, the words just can’t seem to find their way past your lips.

Straightening himself a bit in his seat, Andy nods though you can’t see him, clearing his throat briefly before saying your name once more, “Y/n.” Your eyes open, gaze landing on the man as he sits just a handful of feet away from you, and the look on his face is something you’re not ready for; it’s full of concern. You can’t tell if that’s everything you’ve ever wanted, or everything you’ve been trying to avoid. “Do you know why I assign you here, every week?”

Breaking away from his softened gaze, you try to shrug off the question. “I am barely passing your course,” you admit.

Andy nods, though you somehow already know that’s not where he’s headed. “Of course. But you know that’s not why I ask you to come. That’s not why you do come, is it?”

Heaviness sinks into the tips of your fingers as you blink at his question; part of you knows there’s no point in answering. Though still, you find yourself confirming his guess, “No, it’s not.”

He hums with a nod, repeating your name once more. “Y/n…”

“I can stop coming,” you say quietly, everything about you: your voice, your body, your presence- suddenly feeling incredibly and dangerously small as your head drops in shame. “I-I can stop. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Shaking his head, Andy’s tone has softened as he tells you, “I hope you won’t stop. I hope you keep coming- I hope you’ll talk to me, y/n. I hope one of these days, one of these afternoons, you finally will.”

Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you can’t bring yourself to look at him again. You know you should get up, you should walk out before this can go any further, but there’s something too heavy about the sunlight on your face, the thick balminess of the air that keeps you trapped in your seat as you blink back more tears. You are stuck; there is no way out for you. And you think that you’ve probably been that way for a long, long time.

“I don’t want to talk,” though you’re expecting your voice to be full of bitterness, you’re surprised to find it’s more than anything else, just weak. Weary.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Andy acknowledges understandingly. “But don’t you think you should?”

“I-I can’t,” you say, eyes struggling up to meet his waiting gaze. “I just… I can’t.”

Smiling gently in defeat, Andy nods. “Well, I can’t force you, and I wouldn’t want to. But I will keep inviting you back, just in case,” he tells you.

As he shifts directions in the conversation, beginning to go on about something that happened the other day in class, the heaviness in your chest rots and blisters into a burning pain. Eyes clouding over as the man’s voice floats up and away, out of reach for your ears, something collapses a little inside you. Pressing your palms into the wood of the chair’s frame, you realize this’ll be the last time you sit here in this spot; next week when youre invitation arrives, you’ll ignore it. You have to.

Eyes drawing to a close once more, you inhale deeply, savoring the sounds of the world through the window as they grace your ears. You’re not coming back, and you won’t hear them again. And a part of you knows you won’t make it home for the summer.

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