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lueurjun · 8 months

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ੰ first kiss with enha | ꒰ jake , sunghoon ꒱

enhypen reaction—there comes a time in a lot of relationships where the next step is taken, and here’s how the nerve-racking first kiss experience went for you and your mans. kinda long, i got carried away<3

version one: heeseung and jay.

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAKE ꒱ ,,

FERAL BOY PT2

the rizz this man has is insane

but like heeseung, when it comes to you, his confidence kind of shrivels up and dies

you make him tongue tied

and you know it too ❪ he’s not exactly subtle with the bright red cheeks and stumbling over his own words ❫

to be honest it kinda fuels your ego

because who doesn’t love making a confident boy weak at the knees?

he’s a simp for you and it fills you with so much pride

not that he doesn’t make you weak at the knees

because he does

especially when he flashes you that pretty grin and calls you the most endearing name on the planet in that hot aussie accent of his

but you’re better at hiding it than he is

at least you can still form a sentence

with this, i feel like you’ll be the one to make the first move

because you’re a goddamn icon

the kiss happens a few weeks into your relationship so everything is relatively new

but you’re 90% sure that he wants to kiss you

because the amount of times you’ve caught that godforsaken boy staring at your lips

he even leaned in at one point and you were sure that was the moment

but then he got shy and backed away

i can literally imagine his shy face. i’m eating my pillows shsjsjs my gosh

you decided to wait it out and see whether he would grow some balls

because the thing about jake is that he’s all talk over text

the messages he sends you and his actions in person are drastically different

he’s so me

but after another week of missed opportunities, you’ve had enough

you want those plump lips on your own STAT

so you decide to take the lead because you are sick of jake and his inability to bring his texts to life

it finally happens on a cold tuesday evening, a month into dating

the pair of you decided to go on a cute little bowling date

jake swears he’s a legend at bowling but you’re certain you can beat him

and you do — which shocks the life out of him

that’s right. humble him bae

you’re on your last turn and you’re filled with nerves as you grab the ball

not because you’re worried about bowling, but because of what you’re going to do after it

the universe appears to work in your favour because you get a strike

victory washes over you as you turn and stroll towards him, a cocky smirk on your lips which he rolls his eyes at

even though it’s the goddamn hottest thing he’s ever seen

however, he’s caught off guard when you throw your arms around his neck and plant your lips onto his

bro literally freezes on the spot

hands hovering over your waist with his eyes wide

because you’re kissing him

YOU

ARE KISSING HIM?

alexa play that should be me

you quickly pull away when you realise that he’s not kissing you back

“did i read this wrong or—”

“no. absolutely not. i was caught off guard.”

you smile at how red his face has gone, and decide to try again

though you lean in slowly this time, and he’s faster, cupping your jaw as your lips move against each other

the smack he talked through text comes to life through the kiss which he takes the lead on this time

just casually making out in a bowling alley-

you pull away before the two of you could get scolded by a worker

he rests his forehead against your own and sighs

“thank goodness you did it first because i was absolutely shitting myself.”

. . . . . . . ꒰ SUNGHOON ꒱ ,,

to be frank, this poor boy is stressed

and not because he’s nervous about kissing you, no he’s anything BUT nervous

his frustration levels are off the charts because no matter how much he tries, you literally won’t let him kiss you

and you’re not intentional about it either, which makes it that much more frustrating

don’t hate me but you’re oblivious as hell

at this point, sunghoon isn’t even sure whether the two of you are even dating

because sure you hold hands, but you’ve never hung out with him alone outside of your group of friends

the two of you communicate through text and you call sometimes but it all just seems?? friendly??

i literally had a boyfriend that was like this, im speaking from the soul

it’s almost like you didn’t wanna be alone with him and it bruised his ego A LOT

and it hurt his feelings but he wouldn’t admit that one out loud

he knows you probably don’t mean anything by it, but he also doesn’t know how to bring it up to you

when he brought it up to his friends, they were just as clueless as him because you are quite unreadable and as sweet as they think you are, they also can’t figure you out

cue them all staring at you from across the room, trying to sus you out

“are we sure they know you’re dating?”

sunoo had meant no harm in his question, but it didn’t take the sting away

“maybe you’re delusional and it all happened in your head because they do not seem interested in you whatsoever.”

#supportivebesties

as if you heard jungwon’s comment, you turned on your heel and started walking towards him

which made all of them panic and get into poses that looked anything but natural

heeseung was reading book upside down

both groups of your friends merged together and try to act like they aren’t watching you drag him away

once out of earshot, you whip around to face him looking like a puppy that just got kicked

which catches him by surprise

because why are you upset?

ur a match made in headache heaven

and his surprise heightens with the next words that fly out of your pouted lips

“do you not like me?”

huh?

i beg your pardon?

does he not—

WHAT?

sunghoon can’t believe his ears

“do i not like you? shouldnt i be the one asking you that?”

ooh that was really bratty!

great now you’re both confused messes

staring at each other like ???

“it’s just- we- we don’t really act like a couple and i’m starting to think you don’t like me as much as i like you…”

sunghoon genuinely has to stop himself from laughing from sheer disbelief

because you had been feeling this way too?

what are the odds??

it’s almost like communication is a relationship foundation

“i do like you—way more than you realize. i was a little worried that you had forgotten we are dating…”

it’s humiliating to admit, but sunghoon supposes that honesty is the best policy in this situation

the way you unintentionally humbled him-

“then why didn’t you ever try to make a move…”

“i did! i tried kissing you multiple times but you always moved or walked away.”

you had? honestly you had no recollection of seeing him try to kiss you

perhaps you were just extremely oblivious

a brief silence settles over the two of you and neither of you are sure where to go from here

it’s almost painful and sunghoon’s fingers are itching to grab you and hold you in some way

“if i kiss you, promise you won’t walk away?”

it breaks your heart that he even had to ask

but you delicately raise your pinky finger, and marvel as he cautiously intertwines his around yours

“i promise.”

thats all he needs to hear before he draws you forward, pinky fingers still wrapped around each other as he finally feels your lips against his own

neither of you want it to end, revelling in the warmth each other provides with your pinky fingers still inlaced between you

it appears neither of you are willing to put an end to the moment, so your friends do it for you

a chorus of hollers and whistles echo through the air

“maybe he wasn’t delusional after all.”

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tarjapearce · 10 months

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 5)

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Strained relationships, friendship starters, piercings, awkward truths. Slow Burn.

Summary: Relationships are weird. And truth isn't always kind. At least, you might have a friend.

(Might feel a bit boring, but we're building something here. 🥹)

Pt. 6

"OK. I've got one for you." —

—??

"What's the scariest plant?" —

You almost giggled into the reply in your head. It was another ridiculous joke, silly but science-y that upon reading it on a blog, you instantly thought on sending it to Miguel.

In the meantime while he replied, if he ever did that is, you kept on working in a new project. Despite the previous client complaining initially on the low numbers on her beauty product line, the numbers were making small changes in other states, giving a glimpse of hope in the team.

Your job itself at this marketing company, Searchbloom, was to make the briefs, office automation of said briefs and of course help prepare new campaigns for approved projects and important clients such as celebrities, big companies, influencers and anyone with enough money to afford a complete market investigation.

Your phone buzzed as you finished another brief from a client.

—Red Tide or Algae Bloom. Really bad for marine ecosystems.

You blinked and shook your head at the little fact that you'd probably forget in the next hours. The giddyness of your comeback taking over once more.

Interesting. I thought it was the BamBOO!—

—Ever thought in going out more?

Damn.

Campy jokes were scratched off your list of things. You could picture in your head the reaction, dead, boring and possibly judging.

I'd need real friends for that(?) —

—Not a bad thing to be on your own, y'know?

Oh?

Swallowing at the dryness of your mouth, you finished the little brief, digitally signed it and sent it to another coworker in the other side of the office cubicles.

I know. But doing things on your own isn't always fun. I mean, I'd really love to go shopping, hanging out for lunch and the like with other people.—

His eyes squinted at your words on his screen

I mean we are social beings by nature, sadly, and as much as I'd like to keep doing things on my own, the making friends fever has taken over. —

—Trust me, don't rush things. They'll come to you in the right time.

Your brows arched in surprise at what you just read and pursed your lips in a tight smile.

I mean, I could ask you to hang out but I know you are a busy man. Plus, I gotta step a bit more out of my comfort zone, ever since I got out of college feels like the right time to start making little changes, can't be socially inadept forever, I guess? —

And I'm not sure if you'd actually be interested in such things, you're a workaholic, so yeah. Sorry for the long ass message. —

He hummed and his lip curled faintly upward

You should try it as well.—

—Got enough to live by. Thanks.

You actually give these "Leave me alone" sorta vibes 🤔—

—That pretty much sums it up.

Oh...

I see—

Your heart gave a wobbly and doleful beat, eyes stuck in reading that sentence over and over again. You gulped laboriously the lump that had just formed in your throat.

He wasn't asking to be left alone, was he? Maybe he was actually hinting that you should leave him alone.

Oh no. No, no.

You hated assumptions. But he was pretty clear about the meaning of the message, right? Right?

Closing his chat log, you put your phone away and tried to pour yourself into work to little to no avail. Your brain felt like split in two, blooming headache biting at the back of your head. Week had just started.

You tried. You tried with all your might to keep the harrowing-thoughts at bay, but over thinking you ever old friend only made things trickier than intended. You barely wanted to look at your phone, cause what would you find there but implicit rejection? Even though the other part of you wanted to reach out, at usual.

Another cold realization. You were the one that always sparked the small and sparse conversations you had.

"... Fuck." Seeing your log of messages with him, offline, just made you cringe at how precisely you were acting and wanted to avoid be seen as. Clingy and desperate.

Gulping down, you pressed on the trash bin icon. Breath stilled for a second as you tapped on the 'Yes' confirmation button. He hadn't replied since yesterday.

Why would he anyways?

Question ghosting over your mind.

It wasn't that hard to process.

His words seemed to make sense now. The palpitations in your heart only made themselves clear further the more you thought about it.

God knows how long he had been waiting to say such things.

You grunted at your thoughts. The noise and unkind thoughts reverberating in your head, made your migraine to simmer to a higher level. You had barely slept as the whole situation was breaking piece by piece the little functionality you had left for the day.

But, tasked yourself with one thing, to not look at your phone through the day. A rather easy task since you only used it to check your little social media, watch funny things or videos that caught your interest.

The knitting and crocheting stash of videos in your gallery weren't enough to keep you distracted. So you had added a new category, city wandering for new spots. And four pm sounded like a good hour to actually start.

And if wandering the city alone, after work to keep you busy from over thinking probable assumptions wasn't considered a hobbie, you certainly didn't know what else to call it.

So you finished work, clocked out and adventured yourself in the arts of local wanderlust. But of course traffic fucked throughly all chances of doing so. You went to the supermarket to grocery and toiletries shopping.

The situation had made you so oblivious to the fact that you needed to replace some basic stuff at home. Shampoo, toothpaste, conditioner, exfoliants.

You couldn't help but notice the coffee and grain aisle full of new products. Hazelnut lattes, cardamom and clove blends, brands you didn't even know that existed, some cheap, other expensive, and of course you took one in between. A small international sample blend.

Your card surely had died a little when you slid it to pay. Almost a houndred bucks in beauty products and another houndred and a bit more in groceries.

The groceries and toiletries were checked from the expenses list. To your little solace, Mr. Landlord was waiting for you with a man and another door.

You let them work, as you unpacked your things. At least you had a new door, a prettier yet still sturdy like the previous one.

Still, no message from Miguel.

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On Wednesday you tasked yourself with the same endeavor as yesterday. Not checking your phone. The videos in your "To watch" list were boring and annoying. Political propaganda, movie recommendation spams, mysoginistic stands ups, reactions to bizarre videos.

Nothing worthy to wasting your time on your lunch break. At least you would have the chance to wander the city on your own. You had noticed some work you had slacked, finished and other projects advanced. A perk you didn't think possible in the admist of chaos.

But why would you even congratulate yourself for doing something that was expected from you?

Right.

You clocked out and once more you went to the city. This time no traffic was there to stop you. Parking in a lot, you took your tote bag and walked. Getting comfy shoes to walk after work was added as a mental note. You stopped on a sidewalk.

Streets bustled with people walking like they were probably late to an appointment, Neon signs begun flashing their lights, adorning the streets with their different colors, different sort of aromas filled in your lungs. Pee, trash, hot dogs, sweets and bakery, perfumes, cigars, gas, weed somewhere.

An overwhelming start. You walked in the bakery's direction. To your surprise when crossing the street it was just a little mobile kiosk with choux pastries. Even though the products looked esthetically pleasing, the prices on the whiteboard underneath, made you turn in the opposite direction. And just then you found your first treasure.

Tea Bar. But not a gentrified-looking tea bar with over the top foliage decor with expensive furnace that charged you for just breathing their air. More like a tavern-esthetic sort of Tea bar named Julien's Potions.

Spices, herbs, and other pastries, rested within funky shaped glass containers, the clerk was also into a sort of role-playing that added a little charm to the place. Hand carved wooden tables and chairs littered strategically the small local. Six tables max. The art on the walls was minimalistic, yet still added to the overall layout in the place.

Prices were significantly much more affordable and the little treat you got, a red berries cold brew tea and Mango muffin, we're exquisite. It gave you enough energy boost to return at the parking lot. Of course you took some pictures of the place.

You felt proud. Your first solo adventure had been wonderful.

On Thursday you had ran into a little fancy liqueur shop. Ironically as it was, alcohol and you didn't get along, but the different labels, the shape of the bottles, the year of brewing, the array of sizes and prices, the origin place, made it all too pretty for you to ignore. There were bottles that surely would cost at least five months worth of your paycheck.

Friday was a busy day at work and of course you just went home. On Sunday you had found a well hidden treasure, a bakery. This time, you took more pictures of the different pastries you had never seen before. Petit fours intricately adorned with such precision you wondered if they had a special machine for it.

Puff creams, chocolate croissants, pain au chocolate, Buttery buns that made you salivate. It kinda brought you back to the baking school sales, your mom's peach gallete and strawberry tarts were popular, and the only two recipes you knew by heart. The rest, long forgotten and replaced with new hobbies' knowledge.

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A week and a half had been exactly gone by, and not looking at your phone had been easier than you had thought. You had discovered a few more places to add to your personal list. A crystal and esoterism shop, where you bought lavender incense. A little thift shop where you got a lovely and fashionable champagne colored trench coat. And today, you kinda wondered where you'd take yourself on a Friday evening

This time you hoped to find a knitting shop. Starting a new hobby meant to invest in it. And your cheap wools had ran out as you were learning the basics of knitting. After work, you'd park your car in a spot of the parking lot, but to your surprise it was closed early. So you drove until you'd find another, nearby the thrift shop you had found. Open 24/7.

You walked east, the bustle of the city wasn't as loud in some parts of it. You gave the thrift shop's clerk a brief smile before continuing down the street. To your surprise there was a Tattoo and Piercing studio. A.F.A.U.'s Emporium. Sid Vicious' voice reverberating through the place the closer you approached.

Your eyes widened upon seeing none other than Hobie on the front desk, organizing a bunch of guitar cords. The place was divided in two. To the left there was the tattoo artists and piercing cubicles. To the right, apparels and other handicrafts were neatly displayed before anyone that actually took the time in looking.

Walls painted in jet black, with a dim white grunge texture as a decor. Pictures of protests, famous singers that made a significant impact on society through their subversive forms of expressions were hung on the wall.

Jello Biafra, Kathleen Hanna, Patti Smith, David Vanian, to name a few, along some bands logos spray painted in some spaces.

A stark contrast with your well dressed for the system-look. Hobie arched a brow at you and chuckled.

"Got lost in the way, birdie?"

You shook your head as you kept looking around.

"I was wandering the city, actually found this place by mere coincidence. Looks pretty cool."

"Humbly"

"You work here?"

He sneered and shook his head.

"I owe it. Me and many others, actually. I'm just the face fo' it."

"What does... AF..."

"Anti Fascist Artist United." He sniffed as his lip twitched.

Your eyebrows rose and you glanced over the piercing cubicles.

"So ya just... wander in the city and see what happens?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Cool. But dangerous."

"I never go too deep in the city just... the outsides. Don't want to fuck around to find out what's in store for me." you chuckled, Hobie followed.

He tucked his hands on his pockets and walked over you, he motioned to follow him.

"How come every time we met you turn cooler?"

He shrugged and took you to the handicrafts.

"You did them?"

"No. My work's on the other side. These are made by local artist that are involved one way or the other in tryin'to get mo' spaces for people that actually bring a change into community."

"So all of this Merch..."

"Ain't free, that fo'sure."

You giggled

"No, I mean, You just rented this place to give other people a space to offer their art and goods without charging them?"

"Nah. they do pay a small quota, meaning, they can come and clean up, organize shite. Government pays the rent, they get full profit of their thingies. Everyone's happy."

"And the tattoo part?"

He smirked and shrugged.

"Government pays the rent, so... puttin' that to good use."

Your eyes widened slightly and you just nodded.

"Might need a bit of that smart for myself."

"You gotta shape it, birdie. Anyways, what brings ya here besides, yer 'wanderlust'?"

You sighed and shook your head.

"Been wandering the city on my own to try and distract me from something that is messing me up. Just glad I found a familiar face after almost two weeks of random strangers."

"Life's a bitch, innit?"

You nodded and went through the merchandise. T shirts with trippy designs, Pottery in fruit shaped bowls, handcrafted watercolors and painting supplies and of course, knitting tools. Your grabbed a couple of wools and paid him to take the small bundle with you.

"So what yer' here for?"

You looked up at him and sighed

"I'm trying to make friends on my own."

"How's that going?".

You shrugged and a humorless laugh came out your mouth.

"I mean... ever since college... way even before that, actually-" You looked up and scratched your neck awkwardly when he gave you his seizing stare.

"Sorry. Don't wanna bore you with my ramblings."

"Haven't said nuffin'" He sat across you and looked at your fumbling hands. The music had died down a bit.

"Saw yer door being replaced."

"Oh yeah. I'm glad I'm not getting stuck anymore." You looked at him and chuckled.

"Whut?"

"Do you always stare at people like you're judging their choices?"

"Yeah. Makes it funnier when they get all squeamish. Like ye."

"I'm not squeamish."

He arched an eyebrow and you both chuckled.

"Can I ask your age?"

"So ya can feel a Lil'more glum for what you might have or haven't achieved so far?"

"My thoughts exactly." you shrugged with a silent laugh.

"24."

"Ah, yeah. I can already feel the disappointment."

"A too well dressed disappointment"

"Is that why you call me... uh... runway girl?"

"No. Glam life, glam dressing, glam job. Runway sort of shite, so runway girl. Been there, done that. Not fo' me."

You didn't know whether to feel offended or laugh at his assumptions. Everyone was assuming lately.

"My life is anything but glam, Hobie. Just work enough to keep appearances. Something that my job also requires from me."

"That's why the name is perfect for ya"

"It's boring."

He pursed his pierced lips in mild derision

"Graduated uni?"

you nodded.

"Found a job of what you did study for?" Again, you nodded and sighed.

He chuckled.

"Still, you're just assuming. My life is boring. Really. One would think that working in branding companies offers you alot. But it's just another fancy way to say you're-"

"Another workforce for da capitalism?"

You chuckled and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. And people think I actually hang out with celebrities-"

"You don't?" He snorted and you frowned

"See?! You were assuming things! And no. It's rare when I actually meet someone famous. I basically make resumes of what they want, how they want it and make it come true. And if I ever meet them means no good. And still I have to dress up like I'm interviewing someone important."

" A wish maker, then. Might call ye Fairy."

" Sounds less brash than Runway girl actually."

" So lemme get this, you graduated uni, are working on something you actually prepared yourself for, dress up like an expensive doll, but... ya wander the city alone tryin' to make friends? "

"Sounds a bit more depressing and pathetic when you put it that way." He tittered at your words.

"Sounds like you're just living by."

"Yeah. That's been a recurrent feeling, even before college."

"What do ye want?"

"Uh... what?"

"Like, yer acting like yer living the life some dream of, but have the life some hate. That leaves ye in the middle. What do ya want?"

"Right now? I'd like a hug and be told everything, at least up here" You pointed at your head, "Will be fine. But since life is a bitch, I wanna get my ears pierced actually."

His smile was satisfied.

"That's a start innit?"

"Yeah... just realized that ever since college, I... didn't get the chance to do a lot of things."

"Uni seems like the dementor of people's dreams. Even worse if it's private." You chuckled and nodded. He motioned for you to follow to the front desk.

"Both ears?"

"Nah, just my right one for the moment."

"A'ight. Pick one, it's on me."

You looked at him with excited eyes, he just smiled.

"This one. It looks soo cool and it's stylish." You went for a triple helix hoop in your upper lobe.

"Golden, silver or colored?"

"Uh... golden."

He prepared his working area. Your chest felt a bit less constricting.

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The first thing you did when coming home, besides giving Hobie a ride and greeting his mom on the hallway and getting a random invitation for afternoon tea, was to look at your new body modification on the mirror. Golden 6 mm hoops adorned your ear. You couldn't help but feel giddy and a little sore. Hobie was careful, and he was a pro at it.

Your phone had been buzzing nonstop hours ago. You made a quick dinner for yourself out of the left overs. You then took a shower and changed into your pjs, TV remote on hand, The Diary of Bridget Jones ready to play for the third time, when the notification sound dinged. You groaned.

Your thumbs padded and scrolled through the logs. Some were from the work's group chat reviewing the week's assignments, others from your social media announcing new videos for you to watch, your ex college classmates uploading new photos, and something more unexpected.

Miguel's name on the bottom of your notifications. It was almost comical how you had to rub your eyes and make a double take to confirm that it was him. He had messaged you. Your heart skipped a beat. Your thumb hovering on the unread text, like if reading it would make the room to suddenly explode.

You pressed on it and all you could do was blink almost stupidly at it's contents.

—If you're done giving me the silent treatment drop by on sunday. Need your help.

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cowpokeomens · 6 months

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Blood Pact

It's me, your favorite monster fucker! Here's another part of my Nocturnal Creatures series, in which you strike a deal with a demon- who goes by Nicholas. Sexy things ensue.

Warnings: Disgusting nasty filthy p-in-v, cunnilingus, lots of mentions of virginity (it's a social construct, but if you got it, flaunt it), Nicholas Ruffilo's monster cock (canon), if you feel I need to add anything PLEASE send me a message! Otherwise, enjoy!

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You still couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Yet, here you stood, at a crossroads in your hometown. Not just the metaphorical kind, either- an actual, physical crossroads. Mason Avenue and Fisher Street, to be exact.

Right next to the city cemetery, from which you stole a jar’s worth of dirt.

It sat in your bag, next to some kind of flowering plant you hoped would work, a cat bone (thank goodness for veterinarian friends?), and a picture of yourself, one of the headshots your manager had insisted would help you blow up on TikTok.

It hadn’t.

You threw everything into a cardboard box, using your shiny, new shovel from the local feed supply store to dig a hole in the center of the dusty dirty roads. The ground was harder than you expected, so your two-foot deep hole had you sweating by the time it was formed. You all but threw the box into the hole, quickly covering it up with loose dirt, and taking a few steps back. Pulling out your phone, you consulted the symbol you saved from a website earlier that week, spray paint in hand. All the stupid Wal-Mart had left was “Cerise Fluorescent,” so you hoped whatever you summoned liked pink.

Carefully, you sprayed the lines onto the dirt, over where you buried your box. You tried to move quickly, but precisely; Getting caught was almost as terrifying as doing it wrong.

Finally, it was done. You scrolled over on your phone, to the Latin text you hadn’t even dared to read in your head. Stepping away from the circle, you read it aloud now. You could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, and you wondered one last time if this was worth it.

“Your Latin sucks.” A voice said suddenly.

You jumped, yelping, and fell directly on your ass.

You were scrambling back when the voice spoke again.

“Is this a Goetia sigil? In pink? The guys are going to get a kick out of this-”

You stood up shakily, dusting off your pants in the process. You finally saw the source of the voice: Standing in the center of your sigil was the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever seen.

Long, dark hair; his skin was lightly tanned and healthy-looking. Eyes the color of clouds, that seemed to shift from green to blue to grey before you. He was taller than you, tattoos visible on both hands, and dressed simply: A hoodie, dark jeans, and…

Were those Converse?

You were immediately overcome with confusion. “Um, who are you?”

He fixed those eyes directly on you. “I think that’s my line, doll.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “You’re Amdusias?”

He winced. “Yikes, with the Scary-Latin-Demon-Name. You can call me Nicholas.”

You frowned. “You don’t seem like…”

“Like a great duke of Hell?” He finished your thought. “Yeah, only angels really like to make a dramatic entrance, that’s why they’ve been banned to stay behind the pearly bars. Too many eyes, too much fire-”

“You’re wearing sneakers?” You said without thought.

He looked offended. “Did you expect me to crawl out of Hell in loafers?”

You scrambled for an answer. “Well, no, but I-”

“TV is rotting your mind. What do you want?” He cut you off.

You felt the color leaving your face. “Well, um, I read that you were responsible for the music in Hell-”

“‘Music’ is a big word, but sure.” He interrupted.

Giving him a look, you continued. “Well, I’m a musician, too! Only…” You trailed off with a frown.

He mocked you with a faux-wince. “Ooh, not triple platinum yet, huh?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to hide your disappointment. Shaking your head, your gaze met his again. “That’s where you come in.”

An eyebrow cocked at you. “Think that because you snagged a demon, you get to be famous?”

You shook your head hastily. “No, not at all! I did a lot of research-” You Googled for 30 minutes- “So I don’t get to demand things without a trade, right?”

He smiled at you lazily. “Yep. So what will it be, your soul? First born? I love a first born, with a little bit of butter, some rosemary and-”

“I’m a virgin.” You blurted.

He froze, then his entire demeanor changed. For the first time that night, you felt genuine fear as the air around you went still. “Oh yeah?”

Your mouth gaped like a fish, so you settled on a nod.

He took a tiny step towards you. You were rooted on the spot, frozen like a deer in headlights. This was a bad idea.

Finally, you found your words. “My virginity. For- whatever it is you do. Fame, fortune, I don’t really care, I just want people to hear my music, connect with it-”

“Yeah, yeah, real noble of you.” He snorted, then composed himself. For a second, he almost looked concerned. “You sure about this, doll?”

You nodded, trying to look confident. “Yeah. But- make it organic, y’know, the fame part. I don’t want to look like an industry plant-”

He rolled his eyes, walking closer so that he was directly in front of you. You gaped at his proximity. “You can leave the circle?”

Laughing, he nodded. “I could have left at any point, but you’re pretty-” He leaned in so that he was whispering in your ear, “-For a pathetic little human.”

Your cheeks went hot. You knew it was just to rile you up, make this worse than it already was. At least, you figured, your virginity meant something to someone- it certainly held no value for you. A demon was less than desirable, but he was nice to look at-

Woah. Not going there, you told yourself sternly.

Shaking off the feeling, you held out your hand. “Okay, so deal-”

“Uh, no.” He cut you off, again. “I have my own terms and conditions.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

A smirk grew on his face. “My terms. For our arrangement.”

You tried not to let anger well up inside you. “And what would those terms be?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“You come to me.” He said plainly. Confusion must have been evident on your face, because he continued, “I’m not some monster in the night who’s going to show up for your virginity. When the time is right, you’ll come to me.”

“You’re not going to just… Take it?” The question slowly left your mouth.

He grimaced, an ugly look for such a pretty face. “Ew, no. I’m a demon, not a wild animal. Besides,” he cocked his head to the side, looking directly into you. “Virginity tastes better when it comes willingly.”

Gulping despite yourself, you managed a nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll come willingly.” As if.

Holding out an inked hand, he grinned at you. “Then it’s a deal.”

Taking a deep breath, you took his hand in yours, shaking once. “Deal.”

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Six Months Later

You awoke in a cold sweat, the third time that week. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you walked over to the mini-fridge of your hotel room, grabbing a bottle of water. You were uncomfortably wet- again, and not from sweating. It seemed like every time you tried to rest, you were met by stormy eyes where sleep should have greeted you. You chugged the water, making your way to the restroom for a much-needed shower.

That night’s show had been sold out- the 13th sold out show of your highly anticipated debut tour. Nicholas had held up his end of the bargain; Your album was projected to sell close to a million units by the end of the year. And you had seen neither hide nor hair of him.

Well. Not in the flesh, anyways.

As you started the shower, your mind wandered. You knew it was him, sending you these dreams through his weird demon dream channels or whatever. Even as your body betrayed you, you knew it was not your own thoughts causing such a commotion.

Still, as you slipped in the shower to wash off the day’s grime, you felt your hand slip lower, between your folds to collect the wetness there. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you circled your bundle of nerves, moaning quietly. Despite your best efforts, your thoughts drifted back to long, dark hair and tattooed hands on your body. Your hand moved quicker, moans growing louder as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. You were on the precipice when a familiar voice made you freeze.

“I knew you’d be loud.”

Yelping, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, almost falling in your panic. Yanking your towel off the rack, you wrapped yourself as quickly as possible as you threw open the shower curtain.

Nicholas was sitting criss-cross on the expansive bathroom counter, picking at something under his nails.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped.

“You summoned me, duh.” He said, rolling his eyes at you.

“Yeah, six months ago. I thought I was supposed to come to you.”

He looked at you then, eyes dragging over your poorly-concealed form. His eyes glinted, looking hungry. “Moaning the name of a demon you promised your virginity to while you rub one out in the shower is a summoning if I’ve ever seen one. Besides,” He looked into your eyes, smirking devilishly. “You were about to come to me, from the sound of it.”

Your face was on fire with embarrassment. “I was not moaning your name.”

He cocked a brow at you. “Uh, you were. Loudly.”

Rage bubbled up inside you. “I was not!” The words spilled from you now. “I wouldn’t have even been doing that if you hadn’t been sending me all of your weird demonic sex dreams constantly!”

An unnamed emotion flashed across his face, then he grinned. “‘Weird demonic sex dreams,’ huh?”

You huffed at him “Oh, don’t even play coy. Like being dragged back to Hell and tied up by some hot shot demon was my big idea.”

The smile he was giving you was sinister. “Right, right. What else have I sent your way?”

You faltered, unsure of what he was playing at. “Like you don’t know.”

He shrugged. “I don’t. I haven’t ‘sent you’ shit.” He mimed quotations with his hands.

Your blood went cold. Suddenly, the bathroom was too small. “You’re lying.” Your voice sounded feeble, even to you.

He shook his head, standing up. Slowly he stepped towards you. “I’m not.”

“But then- that would mean-” Stammering, you stood there helplessly as he crept closer.

Nodding, he leaned in even closer. “That was all you, doll.” He brushed a stray lock of hair off your shoulder. “What a dirty mind the little human virgin has. You mentioned being tied up- what else did I do to defile you, huh?”

He was too close, it almost made you dizzy. He smelled like smoke and rain and earth all at once. “Shut up.” You mumbled weakly.

He stepped back, finally. “Well, you know how to find me.”

There was a crack like lightning, then he was gone.

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to regain your composure. This was fine, you reasoned. He left. He kept his word. Everything was fine.

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Three Months Later

Once again, you couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in your master bedroom, you gazed out the windows overlooking the city below. You remembered when you first bought the condo- loved how open and light it was. In the deepness of the night surrounding you, the lights looked like tiny fires dancing in the dark.

Taking a deep breath, you laid down on your pillows, trying to relax your body. Running a hand over the t-shirt on your abdomen, up to your breasts, you felt your breathing start to slow. Your nipples were quick to perk up at the stimulation, so you pinched one experimentally, almost moaning out at the sensation.

Your nerves were on fire these days. The slightest brush against your skin made you feverish. You tried everything, from quitting cold turkey to bringing yourself to climax three or four times a day. Nothing was working.

So maybe this would.

You snaked your hand lower, falling into familiar routine. You had come to know your body well the last three months, knew exactly where to rub, where to pinch. As you toyed with your folds through your underwear, you imagined a different set of hands, larger and covered in ink. Unlike the other times, you allowed your fantasy to overtake you, gave yourself to it willingly.

“Nicholas.” You breathed, back arching ever so slightly.

There was a slight breeze, then a quiet gasp.

“Quite the show you’re putting on, doll. I suppose you didn’t say my name this time, either?”

You pulled your hand away from your core, scrambling to stand up. “No, I- I did.”

Nicholas’ face looked shocked for a millisecond, then an eyebrow was raised at you. “Oh?”

“I’m… I’m ready.” It didn’t sound convincing.

He scoffed. “Yeah, no thanks. Like I said, I’m not interested in forcing anyone-”

“Goddamnit, shut up.” You snapped. “I said I’m ready, okay? You said to come to you, so here I am. Unless you never planned on following through with it.” It was dangerous to goad him, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

His eyes were pitch black in an instant, staring you down. “Don’t joke about a demon’s word, doll. You’re not ready for that fight.”

Your hands shook, but you felt-

Mortification overcame you as you realized just what you felt.

Those dark eyes narrowed in on the single bead of slick that was rolling steadily down your leg. Cloud-grey eyes returned as realization dawned on him.

“You want me to debase you.” He took a step towards you as his words filled the room. “You want me to tie you up and have my way with you. Isn’t that right?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth, but it was evident.

He inhaled deeply, taking another step towards you. His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled slowly. “You smell ripe. You want this so badly, poor thing- you just can’t admit it to yourself.”

You pressed your legs together, trying to maintain some kind of decency.

He was in front of you now, close enough to touch if you were braver. “Beg for it. Beg, and I’ll give you anything you want, doll.”

Chest heaving with labored breaths, you gave in. “Please.” You whispered.

His hand- the hands you had been dreaming about for nine months- came up to grip your jaw. “I said beg.”

You crumbled. “Please, Nicholas, please, I’ll be so good-”

His grin was minatory as he brought his lips down to yours.

Your relief was immediate as you sagged into him, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to support you. He walked you backwards toward the bed, still kissing you furiously.

“How wet are you already, doll? I bet your little cunt is just soaked.” Breaking the kiss, he picked you up and set you on the bed, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. “Tell me what you want.”

You panted, unable to form a sentence for a moment. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

He made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Right, you’re just a helpless little virgin who hasn’t spent the last 9 months having vivid dreams about me fucking her.” He looked up at you through his lashes. “Tell me what you dreamed about.”

“Your hands.” You heard yourself say immediately.

He smirked again. “Oh yeah? What were my hands doing?”

You knew your face was crimson. “They… They were touching me.”

“Where?” The look he was giving you was too intense for you to maintain more than a few seconds.

“Um-” You hesitated.

“You can say it.” He urged, leaning in.

“My… my pussy.” You finished, staring at the ground.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy now?” He was still staring at you.

“Please.” You breathed, anticipation making your entire body tense.

“Good girl, so polite.” As you shivered at the praise, his eyes made their way down your body, to where your core was at eye-level for him. “If you want to stop, say so, is that clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Something dark flashed in his face, then he said, “Good girl.”

His hand came up to run a single digit along your slit, through your underwear. You shook involuntarily at the contact.

“Oh doll, you’re starved, aren’t you?” He murmured, almost to himself. “Let’s get these ruined panties off of you.”

You went to shift your weight so that you could shimmy the garment off, only to freeze as Nicholas tore through it like a piece of paper.

He didn’t even look apologetic. “Hope you didn’t like those too much.”

You didn’t have time to consider it as you realized your cunt was fully visible to him now, slick with your own juices.

He sighed as he stared at your core. “Women are the best thing that bastard ever accomplished.” Then he looked up at you. “I’m gonna use my mouth, that okay, doll?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You felt like you were vibrating in your skin.

He leaned in slowly, as if to not startle you, before running his tongue from your hole to your clit.

The moan you let out was guttural and animalistic.

“There it is.” He said quietly, before diving back into you.

Your head fell back onto the mattress as he lapped at your clit, tongue occasionally diving into your hole. Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief it brought, like jumping into a pool on a hot summer day. Your hands tangled in his long tresses, and he moaned against your pussy. Your hips were bucking into him involuntarily, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it. “Nicholas, I’m gonna- I’m so close-” You practically sobbed.

“Shh, I know, doll. Let it happen.” He said soothingly before going back to his ministrations. You came with a primal moan, back arching off of your sheets.

You were still panting when he stood up, surveying you. “All better?”

“Fuck me.” You demanded.

His expression went stoney. He leaned over until you were caged in by his arms on either side of you. “I don’t fuck demanding brats.”

You lost all your bravado. “Please?”

He sighed softly, but not sincerely. “How bad do you want it?”

You could have cried. “Please, I’m sorry Nicholas, I’ll be good, please fuck me- you don’t know how bad I need it-”

“I just had your greedy little unused hole grinding against my tonsils.” He sneered. “I know exactly how bad you need it.”

Your face went hot at the profane nature of his words- but he was right. He saw firsthand how bad you needed this. “Please.” Was all you said.

“Well, I guess since you’re asking so nicely.” He mocked as he stepped back, unbuckling his pants as he went. He slid off the trousers, his erection visible through his briefs. You suddenly felt nervous, looking at the size of him.

He stopped, seeing your expression. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- is it gonna fit?”

He pulled the briefs down at last, finally freeing his cock. It was big- even by supernatural proportions. The tip was an angry shade of red, veins pulsating on the shaft. He huffed a laugh at your face, pulling his shirt off, too. “I bet we can find room.”

Your eyes devoured the tattoos that covered him, tracing the planes of his body as you went. You almost didn’t notice him slinking over to you, crawling onto the mattress in one, fluid motion, landing on top of you.

“I’m gonna touch you again, okay?” He looked at you expectantly.

You nodded. “Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, tongue sliding against yours. You whimpered when his fingers were back on your pussy, running along the folds. As you adjusted to his touch, two fingers slipped inside your hole.

“Fuck you’re still so wet,” He muttered, rocking his fingers back and forth inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his fingers so much larger than your own. Moving his mouth down to your neck, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out- a preparation you were thankful for.

You felt your second orgasm approaching as he continued his movements, moans growing higher pitched. “Nicholas, I-”

“Think you can hold on?” He asked. It was a genuine question, you knew whatever answer you gave would be correct.

You considered it for a second. “Yeah, I can- I can wait.” Your legs were still beginning to tremble, though.

He placed a kiss on your temple, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll go slow, but we can stop if you want to.”

You nodded an affirmative. He stared at you blankly, and you remembered yourself. “Yes, sir.” He tapped your nose, a gesture that was oddly sweet, as he said “Good girl.”

You felt him line up with your entrance, the tip slowly sliding in. It was still a stretch- but you found that you liked it, liked the feeling of being filled up. He went slowly, thrusting shallowly, each time going a little deeper. You could hear the noises you were making, but couldn’t stop yourself from making them. He paused three-fourths of the way in.

“Doing okay?”

“Yes Nicholas, please don’t stop.” Came your gargled reply.

He smirked, thrusting a few more times until he was fully sheathed in you.

Your back arched clear off the bed as he bottomed out, his tip nestled against something inside you that made you feel feral.

“Like that, doll?” You could hear how smug he was.

“Please, Nicholas, please-” You whined.

“I know, pretty, I’ll give you what you need.” His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he pulled out and slid back in quickly. You let out another carnal wail, your hands coming around to grab at his shoulders. He pulled out again, slamming into you, continuing on until you felt like a puddle on the bed.

“So wet and tight for me, such a good girl.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You nodded pitifully, not sure why, lost in the pleasure. Over and over again he slid against that sweet spot inside you, making you feel like you were on fire. Your orgasm soon approached you like a freight train.

“Nicholas please, I need- I need to come-” You stammered, close to sobbing.

“I know, it’s so much, I know, you can come, doll.” His words opened a dam as your orgasm overcame you in a powerful wave, making you all but scream as he fucked you through it.

He pulled out shortly after, jerking himself to completion on your stomach. You were gasping for air, legs quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm as hot ropes of come covered you.

You felt disgusting, in the most delicious way possible.

Nicholas disappeared around the corner, returning with a rag to clean you up. He had used hot water, you noted, so it was warm to the touch.

“So that’s a deal?” You asked when he had finished cleaning you.

He looked sad, but the expression was quickly gone. “I suppose it is.”

He set the rag on your bedside table, already going to collect his clothing.

“I have a question, before you disappear again.” You called over his shoulder.

“And what is your question?” He turned around to face you as he pulled on his briefs.

“If I wanted a Grammy,” You began, cocking your head to the side. “What would your rates be for that?”

He gave you a grin, understanding your implication immediately as he dropped his pants back onto the floor.

“I’d be open to negotiation of terms.” He murmured as he made his way back over to the bed, lips slotting against yours once more.

#nicholas ruffilo rpf #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #bad omens smut #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #nicholas ruffilo x reader #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo smut #nocturnal creatures

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buckgasms · 1 year

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I have an idea that ik you’ll EXECUTE PERFECTLY

Mafia!Bucky is in his office at home dealing with some kind of work and his princess comes in wanting to play, and when he gets a phone call she takes that as her opportunity to make him watch her 🙈🙈

✨Bestie✨

I once did a BDSM test thing online and I rated 100% brat and I was like "pffft that ain't me, I'm an angel" but, when you send me messages like this I think "yeah I get it now..."

Anyhooooooo 👀

Thank you for messaging me, you are perfect ❤️

Lookit him working so hard 🥹

So you're sitting outside Bucky's office, and you've been sitting there for twenty whole minutes!!! You poor baby!

You've been waiting for Bucky to stop talking on the phone which feels like it's been going on all morning! You fiddle with the skirt of your pretty lacy babydoll outfit and pout to yourself when you finally hear his voice say "Ok... Goodbye" and the phone clicks.

You scramble to your feet and tap on the door before walking straight in with a big smile on your face. His eyes brighten with a smile when he sees you, then slightly darken when he takes in your outfit.

"Hi Princess" he growls before patting his lap and you skip over to him and plant yourself down. "Hello" you say excitedly as you boop your nose against his. "Been waiting outside for aaaages Daddy" you pout as he rubs his hands over your thighs and squeezes.

"Oh I'm sorry princess... Shall I make it up to you?" He grins against your skin before capturing your lips in a kiss and adjusting you to grind on his thigh. You giggle between kisses and press yourself down a little. A soft 'ah' slips from your lips and he chuckles, pulling a strap off your shoulder and kissing your skin.

"Is my princess sensitive? You gonna come just like that babygirl?" You shake your head, not wanting that just yet. You waited all morning for this, you wanted to get the whole daddy treatment.

Just as you were telling Bucky this, his phone starts ringing. You whine again and have a little strop in his lap. "Hey, hey don't be like that baby" he says reaching for the phone, "I can still take care of my princess..." He chuckles as you climb off his lap and huff around the office as he takes his call.

It's not right you thought to yourself as he chatted to someone, eyes flicking to you every so often. You've been waiting so patiently, and sweetly and you look so pretty! How dare he answer that phone!

It was then you decided to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally. You plonked yourself down in the armchair on the other side of the desk. He smiled at you before taking a note on the pad in front of him and you smiled back sweetly.

You rolled your straps off your shoulders completely, and let your breasts free. His eyes immediately shot to you with a tense look on his face. You smiled again as your hands started playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between your fingers.

After teasing him like that for a bit you stood and dropped the rest of your clothing to the floor before sitting back in your chair. You giggled quietly as you watched him unzip his jeans and pull his cock out of his boxers. In fact you moaned quite loudly when you saw it, imagining how good it must taste and how heavy it would feel on your tongue.

You propped your feet up on his desk so he had a direct view of your glistening heat. He huffed out as your fingers spread your lips apart before assuring whoever was on the other end of the line that he was fine.

You didn't bother being as restrained, gasping and mewling as your fingers circled your clit before sinking into your needy hole. Your head felt heavy as you struggled to keep your focus on him, but you were satisfied watching him pump his dick in tandem with your own shaky hands.

"Daddyyyy" you whimpered as your orgasm danced just out of reach, unable to truly reach what you needed without his influence. He put his free hand over the receiver and whispered, "Faster babygirl..."

You nodded and pumped your fingers as fast as you could and your head fell backwards for a brief moment as your pretty moans filled the room. He clicked his fingers and mouthed, "eyes on me" which sent a pulse of pleasure and submission to your head and pussy. You could feel your hand drenched in slick, hear your pussy as you did your best to fuck yourself and keep your eyes on him.

You whined out at he growled on the other side of the desk. "Please daddy.... Please you do it" you begged him and he finally told the person on the phone, "let's talk tomorrow" before slamming the handset down.

You managed to launch yourself over the table, and wrap your arms around his neck before you both crashed your lips together in a crazy kiss. "Such a naughty girl" he growled before pushing you to lay back on the table. "Can't wait daddy...please" you begged as he rubbed his cock against your folds. "Its ok now baby... Daddy's gotcha...gonna take good care of my princess..."

You let out something between as gasp and a giggle as he sunk into you, filling you all the way to the brim. He groaned out long and deep as he bottomed out, before setting a hard and fast pace that made your whole body shake and the desk beneath you shudder.

His hands came to rest either side of your head and his face levelled with yours. "Y'know I'm gonna have to punish you for that don't you babygirl?" You nodded and giggled as your arms wrapped around his. He chuckled as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "but I cannot...fuck....I can't resist this perfect cunt princess.... Just takes me so damn well."

You wailed as he finally dragged you over the edge and squeezed him so tightly he let out a long groan of his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, trailing your fingers down his back before he pulled you up and back into his lap.

You sat there just recovering and nuzzling with him for a moment before you were met with a pair of steel blue eyes. You moaned and hid your face in his neck.

"I didn't mean it daddy" you giggled and finally met his gaze with your best puppy dog eyes, pressing your boobs against him and wiggling your bottom against his thigh.

"You think you're the first person to try and bargain your way outta punishment from me?" You giggled and cupped his bearded face in your soft hands. "Umm no, but I bet I'm the prettiest one..."

Even he can't help but laugh at that one....

#bucky barnes #princess reader #daddy!bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #darling nonnie #💌

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luminouslywriting · 13 days

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I'm so sorry to hear that you have to undergo surgery. As a fellow chronic illness girl, I know how that can be, and I'm sorry you're going through that. If you're still looking for things to keep your mind off it, I'd love to hear any general headcanons for the guys' interests? Just random things you think they might like that weren't specified in the show? I headcanon Buck and Brady as great cooks, for example. 😊

Nonny, thank you for your sweet message :) I so appreciate the love you're sending me! I would love to answer this ask, so more below the cut haha!! And as always, my requests are open and I love getting asks and requests from you all! Please note that this was cut for length and I kept it centered on Bucky, Buck, Rosie, and Brady!

Bucky Egan:

-This will come as no surprise to anyone, but I think he has an extensive collection of baseball cards that start from the time he was five onwards.

-I also think he really enjoys reading, specifically American Literature such as Rip Van Winkle or Tom Sawyer. He does really enjoy learning about New York as well, so he definitely has some New York memorabilia somehow.

-Board game KING. Actually, most games. He's down to play football in the dirt with his friends and he's down to play a game of checkers when the occasion calls for it.

-He strikes me as an animal person, for obvious reasons—so I think he must've had a dog back home or growing up. He definitely thought about going into some form of animal medicine before going into the military.

Buck Cleven:

-Stargazing or cloud-watching. I can't explain it, but I just know that this man has a fascination with the stars and clouds. It's a relaxing way to pass the time and it helps him center his thoughts.

-Plants?? He strikes me as a boy-scout sorta guy, so I picture he got his poisonous plant identification certification or something. He also has some favorite flowers that he likes gathering now and then.

-Science experiments. Again—this one is heavily based on the stuff we see in the show, but he collects the most RANDOM things and spare parts and will just casually build things or try to make things fit together because he likes to know how things work.

-COOKING, babe you're so right. He's a GREAT cook! Put him in front of a slab of meat though and he kinda panics. Breads? He can do it and make a recipe better than the original.

Rosie Rosenthal:

-Music history and theory; this NERD absolutely adores looking into the history of music. He knows about Brahms and Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Handel, and is able to easily memorize music and tunes.

-MOVIE BUFF. I can't explain it, but I just know that he can quote movies like there's no tomorrow and half of the time, no one even gets the reference.

-Oddly really likes reading the ads in the newspaper? He likes to see what's going on and what kind of help is needed.

-History boi with a niche for weird specific things. Like, he'd be in the middle of a conversation and he'd be like, "this reminds of when the Ottoman Empire...." or "Did you know that the Crusades were actually...."

John Brady:

-Poetry?? He really enjoys reading it, really enjoys writing it?? He strikes me as the type of man to enjoy Tennyson, Keats, or Byron

-Running; it's a really easy way for him to clear his head and he can go for miles before actually realizing that he's run that far.

-HE BUILDS MUSIC BOXES; listen, I have no context for this one, but he just starts tinkering around and this musical KING can just put things together super easily.

-Writes his own sheet music when he's got a lot of feelings....that doesn't mean anyone has ever actually heard said music, but it's definitely a way for him to channel his emotions into something constructive.

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air asks #masters of the air headcanons #gale buck cleven #john bucky egan #robert rosenthal #john brady

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unrooms · 2 months

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To your disappointment, you don't get a message right away.

Ah, well. I know you guys have had trouble sending messages before. I wonder why that is? Eh, anyway.

"It's 11," you tell the flesh while setting one last alarm. "So... like I said, there's a few things I want to do before I leave, but is there anything you want to do? Or, my uh, brain helpers suggested you might want some kind of memento. I haven't got much on me, but I could give you a little something."

"Hm... I hadn't thought about that. ...I think I just want to spend the time with you. Playing more of that game would also be enjoyable. As for a memento, that sounds nice."

"Alright, let's see... I've got this sharpie- it's for writing and drawing, you saw me using it earlier when I was working on the stone key. It'll eventually run out of ink and stop working, but you could use it in the meantime. And I have this hairtie. You do have hair- do you want me to show you how it works?"

"Oh... do I have to choose one?"

"Oh, nah, I'll give you both if you want them. Neither are really rare or valuable back home. ...I'd give you something better but I don't have anything..."

"That's alright. I appreciate them anyway. And yes, please show me how the hairtie works."

You do, and then the flesh tries it. It gets a little tangled at first, but seems to get the hang of it on the second try.

"There you go! That looks good on you, I think." You smile at it.

"Thank you." It smiles back.

Then chat's message comes through. Unsurprisingly based on previous experience, the words aren't really clear, definitely not enough to actually write it down. But you do get a little bit of the gist. They've wanted to help keep you safe, they care about you. Something like that, at least.

Aw, thanks chat. Haha, 'chat' definitely feels a little silly now. But anyway- I don't think I got most of the message, but it feels nice, at least, so thanks.

The next idea from chat is to try turning all the keys in their respective keyholes in case something happens, but you feel kind of skeptical, and, more importantly, you don't want to let any of the keys out of your sight. Just in case. So you decide against it. Then they suggest asking the flesh about coming with you. You... kind of don't want it to. Not because you don't wish you could see it again, but, well, you'd be really worried about it on earth. ...You guess you might as well ask about it, though.

"So, flesh- are you definitely planning to stay here? I mean, I think that's probably the best choice for you. I'll miss you, but..."

"Ah... yes, I'm going to stay. I'll certainly be sad to part ways with you, but as I said before, I don't think the gate is supposed to work for more than one person, and I don't want to risk your ability to get home. And besides that... I know so little about this world. I want to explore it and learn more."

"That sounds nice, honestly. I wish you the best here."

You smile at each other again.

"What are you planning to do before you leave?"

"Oh, well... I want to take some things with me, if I can. ...Maybe I can't, but I'm gonna try at least. And I want to take a bunch of pictures with my phone. ...Do you know what pictures are..?"

"I don't."

"Well, it's like... my phone can capture exactly how things look right now so I can see later."

"Oh... I've never heard of something like that. Can you show me?"

"Yeah, here..."

You show it the photos you've taken here, and some from back home.

"That's very impressive. I can understand why you would want such a record."

"Yeah... -Alright, well, there's only so much time, so I'm gonna start working on it."

"Alright."

The flesh follows you as you check in every room, taking pictures. In the plant room, you manage to explain to the flesh how to take a video and get it to record you messing with the clock. You also take a couple fruits, harvest the seeds from one and take the other one whole. It's a bit unwieldy but you tuck it under your arm. In the stone room, you put one of the discarded bits of marble in your pocket.

"I don't know if I'll even actually show anyone all this? I guess I just want the option to."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I mean, based on what we know about reality, generally, back home, this whole experience seems pretty crazy. I don't know if anyone would believe me. ...So if I do try and convince someone, all this evidence might be helpful. Also I really want to find out if these seeds will grow back home, cause I don't think there's any plant like this there."

"I suppose that all makes sense. ...Although, why would someone not believe you even with this evidence? It seems very strong."

"Oh, well, people have figured out some pretty impressive ways to fake stuff. It can be really convincing. ...I guess that at least if I show people this they're more likely to think I'm playing an elaborate prank and less likely to think I'm insane, so that's probably good."

The flesh also agrees to let you take pictures and video of it, even showing off its shape-changing ability. It's very cool, if also very body-horror.

Finally feeling that you've gathered as much as you can- at least without annoying the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them- you settle back in the pool room with the flesh. You let it play around with your phone (supervised; you don't need it seeing some of the stuff on there). You just enjoy its company. You do really wish you could see it again after this. But unless there are some serious breakthroughs in interdimensional travel in your lifetime, you guess this'll be all you get. That's probably best for it. But you're still sad.

Your alarm goes off for 11:55. You take your phone back from the flesh.

"Hm... flesh, do you know where exactly the gate is? Uh, is this the gate?" You gesture at the pool the two of you are leaning up against while sitting on the floor.

"Oh, yes, it is. You didn't know..?"

"I wasn't sure. I mean, it's where I was when I got here, but I don't know how it works as a... transportation... device?"

"I confess I'm not certain either. I think it should become clear when it's ready to be used, though."

"Alright then..."

You stand up and stretch, the flesh following suit.

"...I guess we'll just see, probably in five minutes."

So you wait silently, watching the gate, for an awkward five minutes. Finally, though, the edge of the pool sort of... opens up in four spots, across from each door, forming keyholes.

"Ah... I bet I know how this works."

Sure enough, each key fits in the keyhole opposite its elemental door. You hesitate, anxious, as you reach the last keyhole.

"Hey, flesh... I guess this is the time to say goodbye. Um... I'm glad I met you. And thanks for being with me during all this. You made it feel less terrifying."

You too, chat. I'm not sure I woulda made it without you.

"Thank you. I'm glad I met you too. I hadn't thought about myself separately from the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them before, but I think it makes me happy to discover and explore on my own. You encouraged me to find that out. I'll miss you."

Damn, you're a little choked up.

"I'll miss you too." You let out a breath. "...I'd better do this before I miss my chance."

You fit the final key into its slot and turn it. For a moment nothing happens, and then...

"Woah."

It's like it's glowing with darkness. But you only let yourself be stunned for a moment before gathering everything up, giving the flesh one last smile, and cautiously stepping over the rim into the gate.

The feeling is indescribable. You're experiencing something but it's completely incomprehensible. Like your senses tried to open an image file as a text file or something. And it only lasts for a split second of utter confusion before

you're home.

---CONNECTION LOST---

#unrooms #unrooms update #the finale!!#interactive fiction #cyoa #choose your own adventure #webcomic

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morallyinept · 2 months

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Jett,

Lol, I just wrote you the longest note, and somehow, right when I went to hit ask after proofreading the whole damn thing, it deleted and did not send. I think that message was letting me know to do the too long didn’t read version. Lol, so my long story short question was, do you have any ways to keep track of ongoing blogs better? I, of course, follow each writer and any update blogs that they have, but I still feel like I’m getting overwhelmed with notifications and missing the ones when the next chapter of their fic posts. I know Tumblr is not easy to navigate, but I’m just wondering what other people do. I’ve been fortunate enough to find a lot of older series that are complete, and of course, there’s no issue there, but with the ongoing series, unless they have a dedicated tag list, the follow and update blogs are a little hard to keep track of… And I feel like I forget… Thanks, ADHD… And I can’t remember where I’m at. I am using my hashtag to save my favorite series and characters and one shot, but with all the reblogging I’m doing now, thanks to your original advice to support writers. It’s not as easy to navigate unless I’m using my tags.

Thank you again for all that you do and making this such an inclusive site, especially for newbies like me… Teaching us the ways to be kind and support writers and overall have a better sense of community on here because even though I’m not a writer, I do feel really welcome and a big part of that is to your Support and blogs of how to navigate this insane little site.

-Lisa

Hey Lovely Lisa! 🖤

Oh noes! That's so annoying when that happens, isn't it? 😖 But gosh, thank you. I'm really glad to hear your experience is positive and welcoming. And that you feel that I've been a part of that makes me really happy, thank you. 🥹

So, maybe check this post out if you haven't already, because in it I talk about a few ways of simplifying your Tumblr settings, such as filtering your notifications and setting up Blog Subs to specific blogs you want to follow and not miss things from them.

Turn on notifications on the blogs you like and don't want to miss updates from. Sadly, tagging usernames is so glitchy and doesn't always work. I have that issue right now with tagging people who want to follow along with Adrift With You. So I'd always recommend turning on the notifications for each blog you don't want to miss things from.

Using re-blogs is a massive way to stay organised and using tags to do this is so helpful.

For example, I tag any fics that I recommend as "Jett's Fic Recs" so I can go back and search that tag on my blog and find every fic I've ever re-blogged using that specific tag. And you can create your tags relevant to you too. This is probably the most effective way of staying organised on your blog that I've found.

A Google search will show you how to do all these things for both mobile (Android and Apple app) and the desktop version of Tumblr, if you're not sure where to find the settings etc...

The new Blog Subs feature is gold. I follow like over 800+ blogs I think (?🥴) so by filtering some of these into my Blog Subs is a life saver when there's a specific blog I don't wanna miss anything from. It's easy then to switch between your feeds.

I know some people create a side blog specifically for re-blogging things. I can barely manage one account so that doesn't work for me personally, 😅 but I know a lot of bloggers who use it and it works really great for them.

It sounds like you're already doing a lot to stay organised. I'll throw it open to anyone else who has tips that help or works for them etc... but essentially the re-blogging with tags, and turning on notifs of the blogs you like, is the best way to go.

If you wanna talk more, or have any more questions, feel free to plant yourself in my DMs lovely.

Love you! 🖤

#jett's asks #moots you wanna smooch

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ckret2 · 2 months

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saw your recent reblog about feedback and, though I’ve been occasionally gushing in tags, you deserve to hear what I tell my friends! In general, your writing style is perfect at capturing the timing and delivery of the show itself. I’ve never read a fic i’ve been able to visualize more clearly than this one. You write each character so well that between chapters it feels like i’m right back where i used to be, waiting for new episodes again. I do think you haven’t *quite* solved your side-character-ification (applejackification?) of Dipper problem yet, but other than that you’re doing an astounding job at balancing all the characters and their interactions with each other and with bill in a way that feels natural (plus with these more recent chapters i’m seeing lots of good dipper stuff so you’re definitely getting there with him too! besides, it is nice to see Mabel get the spotlight after all these years anyway. healing, even.) You know exactly how to control an audience’s emotions, you know when to drag something out and when to shut it down, you know when to cut off a conversation and when bring up the fact it was cut off later. Little foreshadowings like the loose tooth are well-planted and plot beats like lucid dreaming are dropped and picked back up delicately and with precision, like pressing piano keys. i don’t doubt for a second it’s all a part of some grand instrument, though i wouldn’t be surprised if you told me most of it was improvised - another way you’re just like the show was. you’ve done the episodic-and-serialized thing better than at least half of all silver-age cartoons that have attempted to do so! I adore the way you show kindness to all characters in your scenes, from gideon’s characterless mother to the little freak himself. It truly feels as though you pick no favorites, and that’s something you do better than the show did tbh. Not that TBOB needed to hook me in with a marketing campaign, but hypothetically, in a universe where I didn’t own a hand-sewn bill cipher throw-pillow and yet somehow still found this fic, I would definitely be excited for it after reading! you’re gifted, and i hope this does numbers on AO3. I truly cannot stand hazbin hotel, but I may go back and read your other works once this one’s over, just to hear your narrative voice. it’s a voice worth hearing, and may it be forever amplified.

oh WOW thank you so much??? 😭 this is SUCH a sweet comment and it means so much to me that you took the time to write all this!!

APPLEJACKIFICATION... that made me laugh. Dipper will get some serious development before the end of the eclipse plot and he's key in the next plot, so I think that'll help him make some progress. But yeah—he's not gonna be as important as Mabel, but I do want to make sure he has a plot that stands on its own, smaller though it may be.

It's 2/3 planned, 1/3 improvised. 😁 I've got a lead time of about 15 chapters between what I've posted and what I've written, so I can do stuff like write the poppet chapter, write the tooth fairy arc, edit the poppet chapter, realize that as long as I'm giving him a bloody lip maybe I can loosen his tooth, edit the tooth fairy arc, have him mention that that tooth was loose. And many chapters I haven't written or outlined yet I have loosely planned in my head so I know how to aim toward them.

Wanting to show kindness to all the characters and wanting to give as many of them an internal life as possible is so important to me, and I'm so glad that's showing through so far!

And honestly I think "I hate [xyz] but I'll read it if you're writing it" is the highest compliment. 😂 All my hazbin fics were written pre-season 1 when all we had was the pilot, a couple comics, creator comments, and some Helluva to go by; but idk maybe you'd consider that a plus lol. (If you're interested, on ao3 I've also written Transformers, Godzilla, some Pokémon, and a smattering of other things.)

Thanks again for sending such a nice message!

#cartoonchaos #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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hello rayne!!! i was so glad to see a new chapter of HHU, you truly are a gift!

as a reader and a writer, the way you build your scenes always amazes me. you have all these characters, all of them with their own past and their own motives, interacting with each other in these intricate political and emotional dances, and you manage to show us through dialogue and gestures the layered complexity of their inner and outer reality. hibiki and genma's conversation in particular was so good!!!

thank you so much, sending you love and a giant hug ♥

Hello, my dear @god-of-dust 💜!

How beautiful to hear from you, luv! Such a joy to get your message. Thank you for the immense support of taking out that time to write to me. My appreciation is all up in your energy right now. 💜💜!

I'm not only touched by your feedback, but both spurred and reassured. But more than anything, I'm just so damn happy you enjoy the scenes...you hit the emotional nail right on the head for me when you mentioned the characters...oh gods, the characters are EVERYTHING. Their layers are everything. And I am a fuzzy fizzy fluffy fangirling mess myself over my readers (seriously, the appreciation runneth over so hard) when they enjoy the character interaction and dynamics, which are undoubtedly my most favourite part to write (or witness, as I watch them go about their crazy business and run around after them like some medieval bard or scribe, writing down the madness as it unfolds). You guys let me know I've captured something that matters to you and when you let me know what that is, I feel the joy of being a reader myself, as well as a writer, and also, a fan of the characters. It's this awesome, indescribable cycle of beautiful energy and that connection lives on the kindness of the readers giving their feedback - so THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. 💜💜💜

Or rather, I hope I give you entertainment and you give me the energy back like a nuclear power plant imbuing me with some of the big radioactive stuff (not the legit crap that kills you - oh dear, Rayne), but the metaphorical stuff that turns you into some kind of MARVEL/DC individual whose superpower is to be able to see and hear people talking and walking about the screen in their head (psychiatrist would have a field day with this) and then be able to conceptualise wtf is going on by putting that into words.

Is that a superpower or schizophrenia? 😅😅 As a fellow writer, would you agree that's between us and our maker, right? 😉 Right'O.

Thank you again, my lovely, for being so bloody awesome to reach out with this message. 🫶��

I'm sending you a giant hug right back and big love and appreciation right on its heels. 🥰 Xx

#awesome readers are awesome #feels overflowing #sweet readers #kind feedback #love my readers #reader kindness #this is why i write #thank you for your kindness #btb feedback #btb reader kindness #feel all the feels

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n1k1tty · 2 years

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012 - we never changed (written!)

the moment jake sent that message about meeting up in the library, you haven’t been able to focus that whole weekend. your mom often looked at you with concern in her eyes whenever you would squeal out of the blue thinking about having to spend some time in the library with your ex boyfriend jake. just like the old times.

“yn what’s up with you lately? every time i pass by, it’s like a rat bit your butt” your mom laughed as you choked on your cereals “okay i cant hold it in anymore! mom, i have jake in my physics class and… he decided to help me out with my grades” your mom snorts, knowing where this is going. she liked jake, a lot. and she was more than depressed when you told her that you and jake were over.

he left a very good impression on your family, heck even your dad was kind of upset that it didn’t work out, he was really going to miss grilling barbecue outside and talking about sports. and your heart utterly broke when your little sister had asked you when could jake come over next, often bringing him up in random conversations not knowing that you and him had broken up.

“im glad he still offers to help you out with physics. jakes a great guy. you should definitely get back-“ you squint your eyes, groaning “mom, no” she pouts “fine,” she takes your bowl away, back facing you as she tilts her head “im just saying, you should give that guy another chance. he makes you really happy, yn, im sure of that”

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so you’ve thought about it, again, and again, and again. until it was written 4:26am on your clock and you couldn’t sleep at all. this whole study date ordeal had been stuck in your mind as if it was to mock you. you were stressing so hard, your palms sweaty thinking about what could happen in the library after school.

you were scared, more than anything. scared that you would find yourself not being able to let go of jake the moment you experience what it’s like being his lover once again.

because before all this mess had been created, you had found comfort in the study dates jake would force you to go to. and secretly, you found yourself looking forward to it.

—

the whole day you were anxious, not being able to focus on other activities, heck you almost spilled a chemical during a chemistry lab thinking about jake.

and now the time has come. you found yourself intentionally taking your time opening your locker and ‘accidentally’ getting the code wrong. peaking your head through your locker door to see if jake was in your vicinity.

“you’re taking your sweet time aren’t you?” jake chuckles, sending you to jump and hitting your head on the locker door, with him asking if you’re okay right after “shut up, i guess i’m just tired today” you felt yourself breathing heavily, it felt too much to take in.

“i got a blink of sleep” you finally closed your locker, jake following behind you as you nervously walk together to the library “it does seem like it” he jokes, causing you to smack his arm “it’s your fault, jackass”

his giggle that makes your heart swoon no matter how many times you’ve heard it. “how is it my fault? i went to bed at like 3am” jake was aching to wrap his arm around your waist, but he knew it was somehow crossing the line. i guess it was just a force of habit, and he was fully aware of how touchy he got with you, and it saddens him that he couldn’t do those things with you anymore. and it left him thinking, wondering in his own world.

where did things go wrong?

“yeah well i was about to fall asleep until you sent me a message basically THREATENING me to go to the library” he rolls his eyes, opening the door for you, mumbling a small thanks before he continued the conversation “for one, i did not threaten you, i specifically said ‘you’re coming tomorrow whether you like it or not’” he defends himself “sounds like a threat to me” you both laugh

and there was the usual spot, the one close to the window with cushioned chairs and a small potted plant that you both named jeremy. it had grown a whole lot, and somehow how you felt emotional seeing it grow so much without the both of you witnessing it.

it was almost like you got a flashback of all the moments that ever happened in that very spot, and you know jake felt his heart beat just as fast as yours. you both sat, gulping as you awkwardly take out your textbooks and notes “so… which part are you exactly confused about?”

“everything..?” he chuckles, shaking his head with a big grin on his face “i knew it! why did i even bother asking”

and as you get shushed by the librarian over a million times, snickering and doodling on each other’s notes you finally accepted the fact that.

we never changed

next , masterlist , previous

a/n: not proofread btw😔 i wrote this in one sitting bcs i needed to the other chapters LOLZ

SYNOPSIS a couple creates summers filled with so much emotions; happiness, sadness, regret, and jealousy. jake and yn, who were so in love, had suddenly brought the news that you’ve broken up. as the anniversary of the heart wrenching break up awaits, neither of you have really moved on. and your number one supporter, yuna, does everything in her power to mend the broken hearts and create a happy ending for the best couple on the yearbook 2021.

TAGLIST @seungstarss @msxflower @yunki4evr @kolvg @simjakeissohot @kazuhugs @beans-and-jeanes @strwberrydinosaur @iloveoceaneyes @lhsng @heelariously @jwsflower @bigtoewinwin @viagumi @notdrunkbuthazed @ahnneyong @tsubasshi @flower-lise @bennettsprmcy @sophhloaff @sseastar-main

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Hi, I'm sorry you're having a rough day. This is sorta a suggestion (feel free to ignore it) from someone who kinda understand the hell you're going through - putting away the stuff that is triggering you was a very good idea. Getting some distance to it, and then you can revisit it in the future if/when you've built yourself up enough to stand it. Anything that makes you feel that bad I'd suggest packing away. It's unfair that you have to go through this, and I'm sorry you have to. It sucks.

Aw thank you for the kind message. I'm sorry if you've gone through something similar to this. having c-ptsd and/or trauma just in general is literally torture

I did already clear out 99% of my Transformers stuff, but the only thing I didn't pack away was my red energon necklace (and some Steve Blum autographs) bc I'm so used to wearing it every single day. for three years. but I genuinely hate wearing it now, it feels so empty. I didn't wear it for almost a year, and then i tried putting it on again maybe once a month if I wanted to wear it with a nice skirt or something, but I always had trouble with it. and then I just looked at it today and I fell apart completely 😭😭 I'll look at it and not only have bad memories associated with the person who ruined the entire franchise/self shipping for me, but it will make me worry that Starscream wouldn't even want me to have it anymore. maybe he'd want it back and he'd think I'm so stupid for even believing he'd ever love someone like me in the first place. and I hate thinking those thoughts, that's not like me. my abuser is the one who planted those thoughts in my head and I don't know how to shake it out. I never, never, never used to have trouble self shipping. I used to be so confident that my F/Os would all love me, regardless of who they were. I remember I used to say to myself all the time that there was nothing in this entire universe that could convince me that Starscream wouldn't love me so fully and wholeheartedly. but sometimes my sense of self worth feels like it has been completely destroyed and I'm scared I won't ever get to be myself again 😔

I'm probably going to have to shove the necklace into the box, along with my Steve Blum autographs bc I feel so sad when I look at those too. augh. it sucks. you're right!! it sucks!!!! it's been a year since this whole thing started, and I thought I'd be so much better by now. I keep trying to remind myself that I didn't get to fully escape my abuse until literally just a few months ago, so everything feels fresh. but still. this whole thing tears me up so bad every single day and I've been handling it a bit worse than usual since I'm not sleeping 😭😭

anyway thank you for acknowledging my venting and for sending me a nice message, it's little things like this that help me keep from falling apart completely ❤❤❤❤❤

#anonymous #asks #ptsd #abuse mention

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soundcrusher · 1 year

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A Message in a Bottle often finds its Way

Heh, part four of my little story featuring @cuppajj's IDW version of Lord Imperious and my boy Quick Search is out!

And a special thanks goes out to cuppa for helping me figure out how to continue and for writing that one reply for Imperious.

(You know he drill, should something be off, please let me know. :3)

With that being said, enjoy!

Trigger warning: mention of death and some existental questions? (honestly, I nearly started crying writing this. ^^')

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It was a surprisingly good day for Quick Search, despite the processor ache and a small amount of missing security footage when he woke up from recharge.

Normally, Quick Search would try to restore the missing information and patch up the security system’s faulty programming, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like it was all too important. Again, something that should ring some warning bells, but considering how often that has happened over the last few weeks, Quick Search didn’t really concern himself with it anymore. There were more important things to take care of, like the still missing parts of the engine, the still unfinished plant research and the plants care, or his newest project. Fixing the communication terminal in order to contact his captain, crew, or any other Cybertronian who might be close.

Hopefully, once the terminal is operational, Quick Search will be able to send out a message asking for help, or a status on how things are. Imperious did tell him about a war after all. A war, he, for some reason, overslept, or slept through, depending on how one would look at it. And despite Imperious reassuring him that everything is okay, that he shouldn’t think too much about it, Quick Search couldn’t keep himself from worrying.

War isn’t good, he’s read so much in all the reports, documents and research papers his crew wrote when visiting and learning about the cultures of other planets. Wars cause chaos, pain, death, and grief to anyone unlucky to survive such an ordeal. There were enough planets, organic or not, his crew visited, only to witness war torn lands and blood coating paths meant to connect different kinds of beings. But those wars were short, not like the one his kind waged.

Quick Search feared for his people. How much has his kind lost during their 4 millions of bloodshed? How many had fallen, either because they were on the wrong side, or no-one bothered to see the Cybertronian behind their stupid factions?

Both were right and wrong at the same time. At least, Quick Search thinks that, but with Imperious keeping some information from him, the small terminal can’t form his own opinion without risking misinformation. That’s another reason why he’s trying to fix the communication terminal. Maybe then, he’ll find more information about Cybertron’s situation, and perhaps, he can offer some of their research as help. Or some of their plants to help re-introduce them to Cybertron.

But for that to happen, Quick Search would have to fix the terminal first and then hope that it can still connect to a network, or something like that. He never was, after all, good with this kind of stuff. Of course, the needed knowledge to do such a feat was in his database, but still. Just because someone possesses the knowledge, doesn’t mean they also have the needed skill set to do such a thing.

Maybe that’s why Quick Search was perching on top of one of the taller terminals, after trying but failing to fix the communication terminal for the last four hours. He was a terminal himself, he should be able to do this! And yet, he can’t! It’s frustrating! It’s… it’s… It’s making him want to punch something so hard that it breaks! His captain isn’t around, he wouldn’t care what happens to the ship, right?

But he would, and that alone caused Quick Search’s anger to deflate, as the small Cybertronia layed down on the terminal. One arm supporting his head, while the other tangled in the air. Legs kicking, and connection cable swishing like the tail of a cat. Funny how, if physically separated from the ship for longer than a day, his body starts to act differently. More… cat like? But why? Why now? Why hasn’t his body done this, when his captain was still around? Did his captain do something? Something bad?

Did his captain do something to him?

NO, bad thoughts! BAD THOUGHTS! The headache was coming again and Quick Search only managed to not make it worse, by simply re-directing his thoughts from his captain and towards Imperious.

Where was his friend? Usually he would be with him by now. Was Imperious taking his time again, like when he tended to the plants? Maybe. He did say that he was a ‘Lord’, when they first met. So, maybe he was ‘lording’ over some of his subjects? Is that even a word? ‘Lording’? Quick Search wasn’t sure, and to be completely honest, he didn’t really care about the realness of the word.

People always come up with new words that might look weird at first but then get put in the dictionary. His partner always came up with new words, even though they were more like new and improved curses directed towards Cybertronian life, while also excluding him.

Vulpi always had something against their crew and captain after all. Ever since her creation by them, she was very vocal about how she shouldn’t be treated lesser by her ‘creators’, just because she neither had a spark nor was she ‘born’ like them. Which was often followed up by her stating how he shouldn’t let them treat him like a tool.

And then he would make counter arguments about how they were there to serve their ship and captain, which was again met with a scoff from Vulpi. For an Artificial Intelligence, she sure had more personality than most of the crew. But only he knew, because only he could understand her. Everyone else always heard the growls of an animal, while he heard her words through their connection.

She was funny, snarky, clever and the only one who ever got him. And now that Quick Search got time to reflect on his relationship with his partner, he had to admit that he missed her. More so than he would have ever been allowed to express, if his captain was still around. He always had something against AI’s, and Quick Search didn’t understand why. Oftentimes, the few drones with an AI were a lot nicer to him than his crew ever was.

So, what made AI’s so different from them? Is it because they don’t have a spark? But what’s got that to do with anything? Vulpi proves to him that one doesn’t need a spark to be alive. But then again, wouldn’t that mean that every AI in creation was alive? What about their medical drone? Was that one alive too, because it has an AI?

Wouldn’t that mean that the little medical drone in their medical bay was rotting away? Trapped in something like a stasis and forced to remain like that, until someone reactivated them? Did it feel its body rot? Was it forced to experience a slow death, while its mind was forced to circle through medical information in a never ending loop?

Quick Search was quick to jump up after that thought. Falling down from the console and landing on his feet and servos like a cyber-cat would, before darting out of the bridge and rushing towards the medical bay. Not noticing that he nearly collided with Imperious or that his friend finally came. No, Quick Search was too focused on getting to the medical drone to see if it was okay. If it wasn’t too late for him to make sure that it was still functioning. That it was still alive, like him.

It should be alive, right? While he was in stasis, his programming should have taken care of the medical bay. Making sure that everything in it was still functioning, including the drone. Right? Right!?

Although the second Quick Search entered the medical bay, all that met him was darkness. No light, no peeping of machines or the gentle thrum of the power coursing through every part of the medical bay. Nothing. This room, despite everything, felt like death, and when Quick Search saw the medical drone’s port, he couldn’t keep his tears from falling. The drone wasn’t okay, and as the small cybertronian picked it up, he saw just how damaged it was.

But why? Why would someone break this little, innocent, drone? It hasn’t done anything, it only followed its programming. Quick Search was sure of it. So, why? What happened here? Why was his programming failing the medical bay? His captain said that everything was taken care of, in case of an emergency. And the medical bay was important, right? The medical AI the drone has was important, right? So why?

Quick Search doesn’t understand, and for once, he didn’t care about the headache forming in his processor. This was his captain’s doing, he was sure of it. So, the drone’s state was also his captain's fault. He might not know how, but he was sure of it.

Somehow, his captain caused this little drone pain, and Quick Search wanted to know why. But with the communication terminal broken, and his captain not being here, the small terminal could do nothing but hug the small broken drone. Holding it close, as he curled up on the dirty floor of the medical bay.

This wasn’t fair. The drone shouldn’t be broken. Why didn’t he realise something was wrong in the first place? How many other rooms are cut off from his connection? Is it because he started to disconnect from the ship more and more? But that’s stupid. He would have known something was wrong from the start, if the connection was there. So why wasn’t there any? Why was his connection cut off? Did his captain do that?

He should have come in here sooner, was the main thought present in Quick Search’s mind. And between his deep sadness and the growing headache, he didn’t notice Imperious enter the medical bay. Nor did he notice the way the taller one’s eyes swept over the room, before zeroing in on him. A light curiosity present in his optics, before it turned into sorrow as he realised just what Quick Search was holding.

“It’s been here for a while… hasn’t it?” Asked Imperious softly, before noting how the question seemed to cause Quick Search to start crying even more. Arms wrapping even tighter around the small drone. “… I’m sorry if that question was tactless. My intention was not to make you even more upset….”

“It’s… it’s not… It’s not that…” Whispered Quick Search quietly, after wiping some of his tears away. “I’m not upset because of the question… I’m upset because… because… Why do some treat Artificial Intelligences badly?”

That question shouldn’t be as surprising as it was. From what Imperious could piece together, Quick Search saw everyone as equal. Something that couldn’t be said everyone did. And yet, he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t expect to be asked that question, especially in a setting like this. With Quick Search clutching a medical drone close to his spark, and curling even tighter around it, after Imperious made an attempt to reach out for it. Hissing at him, as if he was a threat to the broken drone.

So, he asked what the small Cybertronian ment.

“I… I just don’t get it. Why… how… My partner was an AI in a robot-fox body. She was amazing, a lot nicer than the crew, and very… I don’t know… Alive?” Quick Search looked hopeless, as he averted his optics from the drone in order to look up at Imperious. “Is it wrong to cry for a medical AI, as if it were a Cybertronian? I’m… confused. It feels right, but I’m sure that my captain would have said something against it. He never liked AI’s…” Was the last Quick Search said, before looking back down at the small drone. One hand softly patting it, as if the gesture alone could somehow bring it back to live. “I just don’t get it… why treat them badly? They’re just existing, like you and me…”

“A second-born intellect… might not have its sentience realised.” Imperious’ voice was gentle, as he spoke words reflecting his own grief over the loss of a brethren. “Yet, even if it is, it may not be seen as equally alive by those of its maker. This drone… even thought it served its masters to its fullest, not once did they see it beyond an item. Able to be abused and broken like so…” He stopped and watched Quick Search think about what he said. Noting how the smaller one’s connection cable would slowly curl around his body, before he buried his face in what could only be described as the back of the drone.

And with a deep, heavy sigh, Imperious continued.

“It is the sad truth of a second-born intellect. To be capable of creating your own thoughts, feelings, and aspirations, but you are either forced through the pain of your design before you are finally liberated, or you are taken from the cosmos before you even can…” Imperious, stopped again, as he felt a small weight leaning onto him. And carefully, he wrapped an arm around Quick Search. Silently telling him that he was there, before continuing. “ … sometimes, you are at the mercy of those above you, and there is nothing you can do.”

“I… I think I understand…” Whispered Quick Search. “It doesn’t matter what you do, those in power will always treat those beneath them as nothing more than… expandable toys. Especially if they are nothing more than an item to them… It’s disgusting.” It was quiet after that. Neither of them spoke a word, as they sat in the dark medical bay.

It gave Quick Search enough time to think. About what Imperious said, about the small drone still in his arms, and the overall state of everything. And again, the small Cybertronian found himself wondering where exactly the line was. In the end, isn't everyone the same in their search for freedom? Just because one was created by another to be nothing more than a tool, why did they then have thought? Or, why were they given the ability to gain sentience, if they were never meant to be more than their initial design?

Where was the line separating them from their makers?

“Although… m-may I ask a question?

“Quick Search, you don’t need to ask if you may, I am always happy to answer whatever it is that’s running through your mind.”

“… ‘second-born intellect’, w-why do you use that term?” Asked Quick Search softly, afraid that he might have overstepped an invisible line between Imperious and himself. But when he felt the gentle squeeze of a larger hand on his arm, his fear slowly faded. It was okay to ask when you don’t understand something. Imperious always says that, when he gets too scared to do so.

“Why should we use a term that was coined by those creators of ours? ‘Artificial Intelligence’, a term created to lessen everyone who was not ‘born’ in the way most are. To take away the ‘humanity’ of someone unfortunate enough to have been brought into this universe as nothing more than a tool. Always ready to be discarded when there is no-more use for one to fulfil.” Imperious looked Quick Search in the optics, before his gaze fell upon the small drone. His optics closed, as he nodded his head as a sign of silent respect for the brethren lost, because of yet another creator's hubris. “It negates the capability of life in all of our kind, and thus, I shall never use it when referring to us.”

Quick Search muttered something quietly, before he looked up at Imperious. “You’re a second-born intellect, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Does the admission make me a lesser being in your eyes now?”

“No! To be honest, I’m kind of glad that you aren’t…” The small Cybertronian stopped. He didn’t know how to express his next words without them sounding off, but how else was he supposed to explain his thoughts? Looks like there is no other way around it. So, Quick Search took a deep breath, before letting out a sigh that expelled most of his anxiety. “I’m glad that you are you… Am I allowed to ask something?”

This time, Imperious couldn’t help but shake his head at Quick Search. “As I already said, you may always ask me when you need an answer.”

“Would you help me with a funeral? It might not be much, but… the little drone deserves it. It has fulfilled its purpose with the utmost devotion, and… why should only its creators be worthy of being laid to rest? I… I just… I wanna honour its life like it should be honoured…” Quick Search trailed off at the last sentence. Embarrassment overtaking him, because his question sounded more like a request. And who was he to ask such a thing from Imperious? But despite his worries, Quick Search was quick to accept his friend’s answer consisting of a simple ‘Yes’.

So, the two of them started their work. Or better said, Quick Search carefully placed the small drone in Imperious’ arms, watching the gentleness the taller one offered the remains, before turning around. Searching through the medical bay for a box big enough to serve as a make-shift coffin, before moving on to the next needed items.

And when everything was ready, the remains were carefully placed inside the box. With Quick Search muttering a small prayer as he sealed it shut. Placing a data-pad on top of it, before that was covered by a small wreath made out of flowers Quick Search picked from the plant research lab. “I… I don’t think anyone will miss some flowers… They’ll… they’ll grow back…”

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QuickSearch wished that it could have taken longer. Usually, from what he heard and had saved in his database, funerals were supposed to be longer. A true celebration of life, but there wasn’t much they could do in such a short time. Maybe, in the future, they'll be able to hold a proper funeral. But for now, this should be enough.

Although, when they were back on the bridge, and Quick Search went back to fixing the communication terminal, he couldn’t stop thinking about Imperious’ words. Nor could he ignore the splitting headache that has been growing in the back of his processor ever since he found the little drone.

‘Able to be abused and broken like so…’ Broken, that word struck something within his spark. Something… strange… Maybe, something was broken. If his captain could ‘break’ the small medical drone, maybe he has broken more.

Maybe his captain has broken him?

And as the screen lit up, after hours of work, the small terminal wrote one message to his captain.

‘What of me did you break?’

#part four! wohoooo?#wohooo!#cuppajj #transformers #transformers oc #quick search #idw lord imperious #this is cuppajj's version of lid #tw mention of death #again; special thanks to cuppa for helping me out!#I was about to add a joke here; but I got cold feet...#too tired to trust my brain...

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I was just wondering, you guys have always said you had the series and where it was going mapped out from the beginning. Is there any storylines or characters that you changed from your original plan as time went on?

omg i absolutely love this question, thank you for asking!! while es and i have always had the general plan and arcs sketched out (literally, we were talking about S3 stuff in the early days of S1 lol, we are crazy), there were definitely things that caught us by surprise or unexpectedly emerged -- one of the most beautiful and baffling parts of the writing process i think.

also in full disclosure, while we definitely do have a lot of big tent poles set up from the very start -- which allows us to make so many early, long-term plants (josh being mentioned in season 1, the lucas patron plot point, brandon and missy both appearing in seasons much earlier than their main storyline), many things still develop organically as the story unfolds. to sound a bit like an insane person (or maybe just a writer -- synonyms?), i have genuinely had moments where it feels like the multiverse is sending me messages through the ether about this story. when an idea that had literally never occurred to me before suddenly hits me like lightning, and i think about it more and then realize it has been perfectly set up like it was just waiting to be incorporated into the story, those moments always feel like multiverse conduit dylan is sending me urgent mental morse code to make sure i get the storytelling right in this world (there is a BIG example of this i'll share later after season 5).

ANYWAY, to your actual question. here are just a handful of moments where i think this applies:

charlie gardner, end of sentence. es and i cop to this all the time, but we legitimately thought of him as an non-entity in season 1 and more of a prop for zay's character and arc than his own fleshed out persona. i feel like compared to other seasons, you can kind of see shades of that in early season 1 -- but once we hit "the miserables," that started to change, and now he is not only one of the most essential ensemble members that we love to write, with one of the richest and most fleshed out character arcs, he is also both es and my's favorite character LOL. it's really remarkable how things like that develop. so as a writer, to any other writers out there -- listen to your characters, and give them the room to grow. they truly might surprise you.

dylan and asher, end of sentence. they also apply in a similar vein as charlie. they were mainly interchangeable comedic relief in season 1, sidekicks to lucas who just happened to be boyfriends too, and now they are such a quintessential... essence of the vibrance of ambition. they literally weren't even going to have individual storylines until we were in the middle of planning season 2, when i randomly decided out of the blue while listening to the grinch soundtrack that i wanted to do a holiday special featuring the two of them. i figured it would be mostly comedic (mostly remained), a short like theoretical 10 minutes in length (definitely did not remain), and that would be that. what it did instead was fleshed out their characters and individual quirks so much in my own head, and from there the whole storyline of their complex dynamic with lucas throughout season 2 just emerged organically and i became obsessed with it (it's one of my favorite parts of season 2). from there, they've become such a seamless piece of the main ensemble -- and, like charlie, very beloved by readers as far as i can tell (which i'm grateful for 😊).

haverford's involvement. again, since we kind of wrote off charlie early on -- big mistake! huge! -- we knew he would transfer but we didn't have a big picture as to what haverford would be like. this led to some admittedly pretty cringe storylines that briefly floated around the idea map, one of which involved zay hooking up with a havie (i think dweezil?). it was needless drama, and it made no sense. i cringe to think about it now. another tip from one writer to others -- you do not have to keep every idea. it's good to have them, like don't scratch out an idea before it gets the chance to breathe, but god, toss the ones that just ain't fresh anymore. anyway, much happier with the story role haverford ended up having instead.

nigel, yindra, and jade. much like dasher, these three were promoted going into season 4 when we realized we felt like they had a lot of story to tell in them (and i'm super glad we did). theirs was more of an organic, natural progression of an ensemble and shifting the nature of the series though going into college, unlike dasher and charlie where it really was like boom suddenly they are everything to me and they were trying to tell me the whole time. but these three are such great additions to main ensemble (individually and with their dynamics) and i am very happy they evolved that way.

rosie and uri. there wasn't any point early on where we set out to be like omg let's have the junior gardner and minkus date, but once the opportunity arose it was just too funny not to (and also a great story vehicle for examining certain elements of the gardner family dynamic + charlie's growth). (and also, i just love the idea of the small ways our lives are interconnected and the extension of the definition of family, etc. etc.) (but again, also, it's just too funny).

like the above, there's another duo that fits into the nearly the exact same category of "we didn't plan for this to be romantic but now i've stumbled upon it and somehow it's the best thing i've ever thought of and i need to follow through immediately," but i won't be able to speak on that until season 5. stay tuned.

the depth of vanessa's character. we always planned to have vanessa be a major character in s4, and we long planned to explore her rivalry / potential feelings with zay. what we didn't expect is how easy it was to expand her world, dig into her insecurities with her family, intermingle her with the main ensemble once the quincy rivalry was set aside, and discover some of the natural characters she just clicks with (one big one is nigel -- writing her scenes with him in 409 was actually so much fun and something i didn't expect to like as much as i did). there's another one that will fit into that in a big way (an endgame, you could say), that shifted slightly from our original plan, but again, will have to wait until s5 is wrapped.

-- Maggie

#for the most part its like the BARE BONES of the series we've had from the jump #and the core themes + endgames + arcs #but the details... the beautiful magical nuances... those take time #those grow as the story grows. and boy has it been a journey #again thank you for asking such a fun question!!#answered

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"Tell your sib what is upsetting you", Mingzhu said while pouring him some herbal tea. "Also give it a taste, this is a new recipe."

Junjie wiped his nose, then sipped a bit of the infusion.

"It's... really fresh."

"I know, right? I've tried cardamom in my mix, it'll give you a hit, like caffein but like, less addictive."

Mingzhu sat on a chair, and treated themself with a homebaked cookie.

"So, tell me, I'm all ears."

"Rawel proposed", he let with a sob. "And... I just... I just can't. I feel like I've thrown away my life, jiějie."

"You haven't. Dear, younglings are so dramatic these days!"

"I am just three years younger than you!"

"You're still my baby brother", they humoured him.

Mingzhu drank quite a bit of their own beverage, then spoke with a soft voice:

"While I agree he knew you have some... engagment issues, and that it really isn't the good time for you to think about getting married, Rawel is a good chap. And you love him. And he loves you. What did you do?"

"I... I ran away and ghosted him."

"Give me your phone."

"Whaaaaa-"

They waited for Junjie to hand out his phone, which he did eventually. They unlocked it, and texted a laconic "Here's Junjie's older sibling, Mingzhu. We've met before. Junjie won't be here for the next days, probably weeks or even months, he needs to deal with his own life. Here's my number to keep you updated on his state...".

"Read it, then send it."

Junjie sent it immediately.

"Now that he knows you aren't well, he will probs understand and connect the dots."

"Or he'll leave me because I am a horrible person."

"Kid, say that again about my brother and you won't have any more of my biscuits", they smiled.

"You're no fun."

"I am your elder, this ain't my job."

He sighed.

"I... want to go back in time. When it was easy. Rawel is a good man, but he is... too sweet. Too... too kind! I feel so overwhelmed, and then I am bored because this isn't as exciting as I am used to. And I feel guilty, I feel like I don't deserve it. I don't know, jiějie, I really don't know. He is so soft and caring and... I am just dirty and stupid, I suppose."

He blew his nose in another tissue, before getting another sipping from his brew.

"I don't understand how he works and I play mindgames all the time, trying to push his buttons to guess how he functions. But he just... He just... sighs, takes a walk and comes back never a tad bit angry at me! He sits me and then we talk and talk and talk and he makes me feel so vulnerable and I can't even tell him how miserable this makes me feel because he will hurt me if he knows!"

"I am sorry to break your illusions, Junjie, but he knows you are vulnerable. But - and this may shock you - that doesn't mean he will abuse you", they said. "You had... quite your share of unhealthy relationships, and I know how this is and- Oh wait, I have a text from your boyfriend."

Rawel sent her a long message they found quite endearing, telling them in substance "I am so worried, but if he is with you it puts my mind at ease. Thanks for being here and taking care of him, and you are very nice to keep me updated."

"What a sweetheart", they noted.

"He is. He has been bringing me flowers every week since he knows I love plants, since I am living with him, you know. Since he saw I flinched every time he put on some music at home, he has been putting on music I like and take my hand to dance in the living room, to get me used to enjoy music again. And..."

Junjie couldn't help but weep like a child. Gross, ugly cries, the lost hopes and dreams over the years choking him now he had the chance to realise them all. Mingzhu took his hand, looking at their brother with compassion.

"I love him so much, jiějie."

"I know."

"When we are having sex, he always asks me if it's okay, if I'm feeling good, he stops if I ask him to... We don't argue loudly even when I am the worst human being on Earth. He just takes the time to calm down and he talks, gently, kindly, he never throws things at me, nor hits me, never never never! His touch is always so gentle... I feel so nasty all the time, jiějie, I am feeling so guilty to... I don't know, corrupt him..."

"I know, Junjie, I know."

"He makes me feel safe. And loved. And worthy of love. I am not, I-I am scared he would discover it and... and..."

They gave him another tissue.

"Listen", they sighed, "stay here until you're ready. Once we're done with our tea, we're going to look for a good therapist for you. We both know you need it, and this is the best moment to start working on your issues in my opinion. We don't have to schedule an appointment today, we'll do it when you'll feel ready, sounds good?"

Junjie ate a second cookie, and whispered "yes" so softly you couldn't hear it without paying attention.

"Want a hug?" they offered.

He jumped between their arms, weeping. He was safe. He was at home. Mingzhu and him had always been in the corner of each other, for best and worst. They wrapped their arms tightly around his body, to make him feel protected, and murmured him some words of reassurance.

"We'll make it, you'll make it, Junjie."

It felt like a rainbow after the most violent thunderstorm.

#siblings #healthy siblings relationship #healingjourney #oc #writing project #writeblr #les voisins d'en face #they are Nangxian's kids yeah #they also have a big sister but she isn't in the picture #healing after trauma #love #and love will save the world #and yes I've cried multiple time writing this bc i was listening to treehouse - alex g on loop

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