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ryemackerel · 2 months

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"in my life, why do i give valuable time to people who don't care if i live or die?"

wyllow sage, the same goof ive been drawing for ages, but she now has a new name and design now :) the au has been in development for years, but this is my first post centered on the new storyline of the "TINE/This Is Not the End" au 🫶 (and ofc, she's been renamed for certain reasons HAGASHSV)

and ofc, the TINE au is still in HEAVY development, so some parts of wyllow and the other characters' lore is still missing. some stuff might not make sense yet? so the lore WILL change whenever needed. consider this just an intro into what ideas i have so far :)

basic summary!

[wyllow used to live with her entire family: her two siblings and her parents. she was born a god, her parents being gods themselves. however, after a series of tumultuous events that lead to her death, she is suddenly brought back to life.

unwilling to face her family again, she decides to live completely on her own. she lives in her own apartment and works minimum wage in a gas station, located in a small town in a desert. this just so happened to be minutes away from the new, upcoming, bustling city of las nevadas.]

for things such as what was the cause of her death, and what/who exactly brought her back to life, and why she chose her current lifestyle, i hope i can figure those parts of her story out as i continue developing the TINE au. again, the storyline is still a heavy work in progress, so i currently only have the basic vision of how it might go. :)

(version without filter for those that need accurate colors refs vvv)

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #dsmp au #dream smp au #tine au #tine #this is not the end au #this is not the end #tine au hcs #wyllow sage #wyllow #ryemackerel art thing #(shes basically c!wilbur but renamed)#(obviously renamed for very certain reasons)#Spotify

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 3 months

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A little angel - you are so kind, thank you - came to tell me the Reddit link was dead, i am panicking (again T.T) so

Here is the link!

(you may have to connect to your account / create one to see it or vote)

Thank you so much for your support! 🙏🥰

Reddit, you're killing me, please, let me fight in the smut wars, for the love of Someone and my cuties!

#Good Omens #Wall-slam BABY!#Crowley #Aziraphale #Aziracrow #Ineffable husbands #Ineffable lovers #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens #ElenPersonnalChallenge #GoodomensAfterDark #Ineffable Smut War #Smut War #Reddit #this is not the end #please let me fight #ElenthyaGallery

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bluebellowl · 4 months

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Yes, I had to bring the subway bosses into our rp server! And of course Brawlhalla Cross is there too. And we’re in the 50s

The backstory:

After Ingo disappeared, Emmet has to take on double the work as he did before. For years this goes well but at some point there’s a massive accident in the subway system. Two trains crash into one another, many people died, and it’s Emmet’s fault.

Joseph Cross, a powerful mob boss who’s got shares in the NY subway, know this tragedy will cause a massive loss in value, and so he goes seeking answers. How did this happen? Where is the other subway master? Why didn’t the one who’s left do better? But Emmet is stubborn and wont tell. They argue, then fight, Emmet loses.

There’ll be a lot more within this universe. There’s no published fic or anything but i’ll summon up bits from role play with the matching art.

#joseph cross #brawlhalla #au #submas #pokemon #tw blood #subway boss Emmet #kudari #Emmet done fucked #Cross is very unhappy but he knows Emmet is invaluable #this is not the end #also there WILL be shirtless Ingo

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nutella-28m · 2 years

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"...I had to say a very sad goodbye to all of my friends from England."

#georgebur will forever have my heart #this is not the end #georgebur #wilburnotfound #wnf #wiggy #meow duo #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #i met dream in real life vlog

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somebluemelodies · 6 months

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Twelve-year-old, almost thirteen-(it's a very important distinction) year-old Cellbit who's decidedly suspicious of the group that overlooks the strange island he moved to: the Federation. It claims total perfection and safety, but something just feels... off. He may be young, but he can just tell. That's what an investigator does, after all!

That said, him and his twin sister Bagi decide to spend hours at a time, almost every single day, theorizing and trying to learn more about the Federation. There isn't much to work with, though, no matter how far they venture, no matter how many new places they find.

He's by himself one day when he discovers an unfamiliar path in the forest, and following it leads him to the edge of the trees. Just a few meters beyond the treeline stands a white gate, seemingly surrounding an also white large building looming in the near background.

This. This is what they've been looking for.

And it's on the other side of the fence he sees a boy looking his age sat in the grass, an IV pole beside him. He's wearing an all-white hospital gown (what is with the Federation and white?), but there's a blue bandana tied in his dark hair.

Cellbit's eyes widen at the sight of him. Cute.

He nearly runs off when the boy makes eye contact with him, an overwhelming shyness tiding over him at the other's surprised face. But then the boy smiles, and it's so warm and infectious and Cellbit's heart beats at a rapidness he's never felt before, moving closer to the fence instead and putting his hands on it.

There's a million and one questions rushing through his brain, but he can't stop staring at the boy's face with this new fuzzy feeling and it's starting to make his brain fuzzy, too, and-

"Hola."

"Oi..."

"Do you wanna play? We can play through the fence." The boy holds up dice Cellbit hadn't seen.

Cellbit nods slowly after a moment, lowering himself to the ground as the other carefully gets to his feet, bringing the IV pole with him and parking himself back on the ground right in front of Cellbit.

"What are you playing with only dice?"

"It's a game my... caretakers taught me. It's easy! I can teach it to you."

So, that's exactly what the boy does. They play, and they talk, and Cellbit can only hope he'll remember the way back here.

#this au has been occupying so much fucking space in my brain #SO MUCH SPACE #i'm obsessed with it #this is not the end #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit childhood au

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bliss-in-the-void · 7 months

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Nope. Sorry. You “forgot to write a chapter”? Tough shit. I don’t care. He’s not dead. He said he’d win. He said it. He is going to win. I have no choice but to trust him. Satoru is going to win goddamn it he is not dead.

#i dont fucking care what has to happen he is coming the fuck back #this is not the end #he said he’d win he’s gonna win #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk spoilers #jujukai #ch 236 #jjk manga

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ryemackerel · 2 months

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painted alexis and wyllow together because oh my god they are so so silly and!! AHWGHH i love acrylic painting, ive been practicing more for a while now :3

some other angles and close-ups

#this is not the end au #tine au #wyllow sage #wyllow sage fanart #ryemackerel art thing #dsmp au #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #quackity #quackity fanart #(quackity might get a new name hehe not sure)#tine #this is not the end

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spooky-pomegranate · 1 year

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Pablo's Ghost (Part 2)

Colonel Carrillo x F Reader Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: In the middle of the night Javier Peña drunkenly knocks on your door. (Part 1)

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Several hours passed until a loud bang jolted you and Carrillo awake.

“Hey! You in there? Come onnn let me innn.” The stench of tequila, cigarettes, and cheap beer stung your nostrils before you could even open the door. At this hour there was only one person who would show up unannounced. You opened the door and found Javier Peña wobbling back and forth. He stared at you blankly with hazy and bloodshot eyes.

“Can I come innn?” He slurred.

“Yeah, of course.”

You stepped aside and watched as he nearly tripped crossing the threshold. You offered him an arm but he gently pushed it away.

“Want some water, Peña?”

“Got anything a lil’ strongerrr?” As Javier spoke his words lazily sloshed into one another. You’d seen Peña drunk dozens of times, but never like this.

“I really don’t think you need anything stronger Javier. Come sit down before you break something.” You kept your voice low, hoping that Carrillo would be able to go back to sleep. Javier plopped himself onto your couch with a huff before kicking off his shoes.

“How come you didn’t come out with Steve and me?” He asked, this time trying harder not to sound so inebriated.

“Just didn’t want to end up with the nasty hangover you’ll definitely have tomorrow.” You said playfully while joining him on the couch.

Peña turned his head and stared at you blankly. He knew that was an utter bullshit excuse. It wasn’t like you to turn down a trip to the bar. If you were sick or drowning in paperwork he could understand. But fearing a hangover? That didn’t add up. He had come here to check up on you and this only made him more concerned.

“Your eyes are different.” He said leaning in and studying your face.

“What?”

“Have you been crying?” He shifted further close. You could taste his heady cologne from this distance.

“Peña I-” A shallow groan came from your bedroom and interrupted you. Peña’s eyes widened as he jumped up from the couch.

“Is someone here with you?” Javier asked, realizing maybe he had been wrong. Maybe you didn’t come out tonight because you had someone to comfort you. Someone you kept secret who could hold you and take care of you on horrible awful nights like tonight. He felt stupid, embarrassed, and slightly ashamed.

But then your face shifted.

“No, no one’s here,” you said.

In his drunken state, Javier couldn’t see through your little lie so he panicked and assumed the worst. He took off running toward your bedroom. He drew his gun as he staggered against the wall in the hallway and a picture frame shattered collided with the tile floor.

“Peña wait!” You chased after him as quickly as you could while trying to avoid the broken glass but by the time you reached him, Javier had already thrown your bedroom door wide open.

“Holy shit!” Peña rushed over to the side of your bed and tossed his gun on your side table, knocking several pill bottles to the ground.

“Holy… holy fuckinggg shit!”

“Shh, not so goddamn loud Javier.”

“He’s aaalive?!”

Peña paced back and forth, running his hands through his dark hair. Your heart ached for him. You never wanted him to find out like this.

“Javier please be quieter.” You said softly as you watched emotion after emotion crash ruthlessly into him. First Javier was hit with doubt, then shock, followed quickly by relief. Each surge of emotion was temporary and fleeting until ultimately Peña settled on bitter and seething anger. The unabridged fury took hold of his body, darkening his eyes and tensing his muscles. He turned to you.

“He’s fucking alive and you’re… you’re hiding him here?! Are you kidding me?! What the hellsss wrong with you?! Why wouldn’t you tell me?!” The anger soaked through his voice and he spit out each word like they were venomous.

But you couldn’t fault him for being upset with you. You knew Peña had blamed himself for the ambush and for two days while he drank himself into a stupor you had hidden the truth.

But it was also more than that. Over the past several years he had come to trust you with his life but this… this was an incomprehensible betrayal. You were supposed to be his partner, his ally... his goddamn friend.

The liquor in his veins made his head spin and he stumbled in your direction. He thought about running back downstairs to his apartment and chugging another bottle of tequila until he heard Carrillo’s faint voice.

“Not her fault.” Carrillo groaned lowly, “Be mad at me. Told her…” He paused, taking a shallow pained breath, “Told her not to tell you.”

“So what you trust her but you don’t trust me anymore? I thought we understood each other.” Javier said, turning back towards the bed.

Carrillo remained silent. Only the sound of the machines humming and beeping filled the room. Every passing second ate away at Javier until he couldn’t stand the quiet anymore. Peña crouched down next to Carrillo and tears welled in his eyes.

“I…I didn’t know it was a setup. You have to believe me I didn’t know that. I would have never, I swear on my life Horacio, I would have never sent you out there if I had known.”

“I know,” Carrillo responded, looking up at his friend.

“Then what was the reason? Why didn’t you ask for me? I would have protected you too.”

“Doesn’t matter Javi. You know now.”

“I… I gotta get outta here.”

Peña stormed past you and ran down the hall, somehow narrowly avoiding the broken glass on his way to the couch. He couldn't stand to be in your apartment a moment longer. He sat down and tried to put on his shoes.

“Peña stop!” You chased after him and snatched his sneakers out of his hands. “I can’t let you leave.”

“You can't whattt?” Peña said as he stood and tried to grab his shoes. You gently pushed against his chest and he stumbled back onto the couch.

“You’re drunk. I can’t let you leave knowing what you do. But you can sleep it off on the couch and we’ll all talk in the morning okay.” You tossed his shoes across the room and reached out, gently grabbing one of his hands. “He’s just tired. I haven’t even seen him talk this much since… since everything happened.”

“Fine.” Peña eventually relented. "That's fine." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Javi, all of this it… it isn’t your fault. No one blames you for what happened.” You had meant the words to be comforting, but when you saw the way Javier’s jaw clenched you knew they had the opposite effect and you immediately regretted saying anything at all.

The venom returned to his voice and his eyes grew dark again.

“You can’t keep him here like this forever you know. He’s not going to just magically recover in your apartment because you want to play doctor. You have to know that. He doesn’t look good.”

“Fuck you. Of course, I know that Javier!” You bit back, dropping his hand and looking down the hall toward your bedroom.

“Do you?! Then what are you doing? What exactly is your fucking plan here?” The liquor had made him brutally honest and the truth he dolled out so unabashedly was hard to swallow.

“I don’t know!” You snapped as tears rolled down your cheek. “I don’t fucking know Javi!”

You stood frozen in place for what felt like ages. A clock on the wall ticked and ticked and ticked, growing louder and louder with each passing second. The walls and floor swirled in dizzying circles and you felt an immense pressure build in your chest.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Javier said eventually, snapping you out of your trance. He stood up from the couch and gently laid a hand on your shoulder. “I know you have feelings for him.”

“What?” Your eyes shot to his.

Peña’s gaze was softer. The rage and anger were gone, replaced by a sweeter and gentler kindness. He offered you a small smile before continuing.

“You’ve hidden it well, but I know you do. I’ve known for a while now. I can see it when you look at him. You get this… this fire in your eyes whenever he’s around. You don’t look at anyone else like that. But this,” Peña said gesturing toward your bedroom door, “it isn’t going to work. You won’t keep him this way.”

Peña's words struck you with a sense of déjà vu. There was one other time he had mentioned seeing a fire in your eyes, and it was a day you thought about often... because on that day Horacio Carrillo unknowingly broke your heart.

————————————————————— A little over a year ago, you, Peña, and Steve had tagged along with Search Bloc to raid a drug lab. Things had gone sideways quickly after a fire broke out and you were separated from everyone else. Pinned down and out of ammo you had almost made peace with your own end until you saw him. At first, you thought he was a mirage brought on by the fires suffocating fumes. It wasn't until he called out for you, yelling your name over a hailstorm of bullets and gunfire that you realized he was real. Somehow Colonel Carrillo had come through fire and fury to rescue you.

Your heart raced as you scrambled to him, hiding behind broken furniture and stepping over dead narcos as you went. When you finally made it to his side he tossed you a clip and together you started to push your way back out of the lab.

You had thought the nightmare was over but mere feet from the exit Carrillo was blindsided and tackled by a sicario. You watched as his gun fell from his hands and his head bounced off the concrete floor with a sickening crack that echoed around the lab. The sound was so loud you froze in fear, utterly terrified of the damage it might have caused.

Seizing your hesitation the sicario quickly scrambled off Carrillo and darted for the loose gun. But just as he picked up the weapon you snapped back to reality and fired your own. The bullet ripped through the narco, hitting him in the dead center of his chest and the man's bloody and limp body collapsed to the floor. It wasn't until you heard Carrillo muttered a string of Spanish curse words that the air, you had unknowingly been holding in, flooded back into your lungs. You should have known it would take more than a concrete floor to take down Colonel Carrillo. But fear is never often based on logic.

As you helped Carrillo to his feet you came to a haunting realization. The abject fear you felt at possibly losing him was more consuming than it should have been. Somehow over late-night drinks, long hours listening to wiretaps, and countless raids, Colonel Horacio Carrillo had become more than a partner and more than a friend.

He had become a series of fervent wants.

Physically you wanted him. You wanted to touch him, to hold him, to feel his muscular body tangle with yours under soft bedsheets. You wanted to know what his hands would feel like if they intertwined with yours and you wanted to know what his lips would taste like if you kissed them sweetly.

But your wants included more than just raw physicality. You also wanted to understand him, to know what thoughts swirled in his mind behind his stoic expression, and to know what dreams he held for the future.

And you also desperately wanted to help him win the war against Escobar. You wanted to fight with him side by side and reign together in the new Columbia that he was trying so fiercely to carve out.

But most ardently, you wanted to be his... and that was a terrifying notion. Because how could a man who so evidently gave his entire heart and soul to Columbia ever feel the same way about you? How could he even have anything left to give you? How could Horacio Carrillo ever be yours when the world already demanded so much of him?

You felt doomed to unrequited love.

“You alright? You’ve got this fire in your eyes like I’ve never seen,” Peña had said to you when the raid was finally over. You brushed the comment aside but felt the fire spread to your chest when you looked at Carrillo. Even if he could never feel the same, you knew that fire would never die. It burned too brightly.

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When you walked back into your room you were surprised to find that Carillo was still awake.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think he would come in here.” You said softly, walking across the room and kneeling beside your bed.

“No, I’m sorry cariño.” He whispered in return and that time you caught it. That sweet little word you never expected him to say to you. It made your breath catch in your lungs.

“What did you call me?”

Carrillo ignored your question. He had things he desperately needed to say to you and he didn’t care how badly his chest hurt. He would use as many words as he needed to tell you the truth.

“I’m sorry you have had to do this without much help. I’m sorry you had to go to my funeral today and mourn for me. I’m sorry I can’t tell you how this is going to end and I’m…” Carrillo’s voice faltered. This was the most you had heard him speak since the ambush and you could tell how painful it was for him. But he closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and continued.

“And I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you what you mean to me earlier.”

“Carrillo…”

“Mi querida,” he opened his eyes and looked at you more gently than you could have ever expected. “That night when I called out for you it wasn’t about who I trusted more and it wasn’t about who I thought could protect me. I said your name because you were all I could think about. You were the only thing on my mind when I thought I was at the end. You were the only thing that mattered and I couldn’t say that to Peña before I told you that I…” Another crippling wave of pain crashed into Carrillo and he groaned loudly and clenched his fists.

“Before you told me what, Horacio?” His name whispered so sweetly from your lips helped him push through the pain. He reached for your hand and you interwound your fingers with his.

“Before I told you…” he paused, taking a deep breath, “Before I told you that I am in love with you.”

“Horacio,” you sobbed his name and tears streamed freely down your face. A year ago you had resigned yourself to loving Carrillo from afar and you had made peace with that love being a one-sided affair. But it wasn’t true, because the man who always put Columbia first thought of you in the end.

You pushed forward and softly pressed your lips against his. You could taste the salt from your tears against his chapped lips and you gently thread your hand into his damp and messy hair. The kiss was gentle and fleeting but you hoped Carrillo could feel how much it meant to you. You hoped he could feel how much he meant to you.

“Lay with me,” he whispered against your lips.

“Are you sure? I… I don’t want to hurt you, Horacio.”

“You could never hurt me, mi cielito. Please.”

You carefully climbed into bed, mindful of his injuries and the wires and tubes that ran from his body. You laid your head down on a pillow next to his and rubbed your thumb gently back and forth over his jaw. You stared into his tired eyes.

“I should have told you sooner,” he whispered softly. You tenderly rested your forehead against his.

“It’s okay Horacio. Just tell me again tomorrow. You need to rest.”

“I will cariño,” he promised. “I will tell you every day for as long as you let me.”

But he lied. He wouldn't tell you the next day. Because the next day, Horacio Carrillo didn’t wake up.

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(Part 3)

#narcos fic #narcos #javier peña #javier pena #horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carillo x you #colonel carrillo #colonel carrillo x you #colonel carrillo x reader #colonel horacio carrillo #maurice compte #pedro pascal #i'm sorry #don't hate me #this is not the end

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a-love-like-yours · 9 months

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Good Omens S2 SPOILERS

So one thing I think no one is talking about enough is this line from Jim, short for James, long for Gabriel.

“Most things are fine in the end.”

He says this when he can’t remember who he was, what he was doing, or who he was going to. Yet he pulls out this little line, so easily written off as a simple naive careless way of thinking but is one that I think is brilliant and needs to be talked about more.

Season 2 may be done, and we have what we got (at what price) but it’s not the end.

We <should> be getting a season 3, and that will wrap up the series better, for us and for them. Neil himself said that the next season will bring the character we love to a satisfactory end.

So remember, most things are fine in the end.

@neil-gaiman

#neil gaiman #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens theory #s3 good omens right here #gabriel #this is not the end #ed aad

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glorianamultistan · 10 months

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Repeated love (Baekhyun x Male Reader)

Part 2

Should there be a second chapter, when all has ended with the strokes of a few signatures? There are times when butterflies have left the cases of some lepidopterists and with winged effects brought tornados to register that they lived and still have enough life even though they glorify some shelves or walls from behind the glass.

It all comes down to a slip in the wrong room while trying to find a place to lie down. Baekhyun never thought that seeing y/n sitting all dolled up for the party would make him lose some balance of mind.

The next mistake was of y/n, running arms open to kissing his ex in a room where he spent the former night with his husband.

Neither of the two was going to take a chance like this, they were not allowed to, too much was at risk. Two well-publicised marriages establishing relationships between multiple elite families, and here still, with whispers and moans, y/n let it all go. Four months and the body breaks only for the one the heart accepts.

After the dilemma of not wanting to leave each other's warmth, both went their separate ways for the sake of the party.

The next few days were hard for y/n as he tried hard to face his husband calmly. He was not a bad man per se, he liked y/n and was respectful to him and his choices, it was just that he was not, for now, allowing y/n to go out alone.

"Y/n I just ask for a month, after that, you can go wherever you wish to, I promise complete freedom, not from marriage obviously as we are in it till the end."

"But why!? This is illegal! You can't possibly not let me go out. I have a life to live, and events to attend."

"Oh honey, you come from L/n family, you know how laws are for all of us, right? Now, be a good husband and wait for me, I will be back soon."

It was a forced hug and a close-lipped kiss, and with that, he left y/n in the study, miserable enough to cry a little before going to his room to get his phone and message.

'I am not allowed to go out hyung. All of them, even my parents are in this.'

'Baby, I will be meeting your husband today in a meeting; I will ask about you.'

'Hyung! Why will you do this!? Don't do anything rash like this.'

'Don't worry, I will ask as a person interested in knowing the new partner of their business partner.'

'Just don't let the mask fall, please.'

'Won't you pick it up if I do, like the last time?'

'If you put me in such a position then I will have to do it because I do not want the chances to end like this.'

Explicit extramarital affairs as a member of such a class would not only ruin the chances of future re-establishment of the name but it will once and for all make the life in the country end too. Even though Baekhyun has connections well enough that he can leave the country and still confirm an easy life for y/m and him, he still has to plan everything properly; after all his own husband should not get the idea of anything going on.

The days go on as slumbered heat makes them overlap for y/n; he talks to Baekhyun without any concerns about being surveilled as in the manor, he is promised by his husband that no such practices will be allowed.

Baekhyun, on the other hand, controls his urge to run and pick up y/n and lock themselves in a room to never leave the bed, by constantly reimagining the night of the reception party and keeping his husband satisfied too; a single doubt of unwanted physicality can lead to a lot of assumptions and Baekhyun already slipped once when his husband notices nail marks on his back after the party. That was settled with a few nights of unwavering reverence for the body which was bound to Baekhyun as forcefully as his separation from y/n happened.

After two months of extended restrictions, y/n was allowed to visit his friends, and the first thing he did after creating facades of three to four parties was to throw a party at the same hotel and invite Baekhyun and his husband to the event too. It was just a celebration of 'close families' younger generation' that meant some of the most celebrated faces present in a hall with drinks and airs about them.

Just as y/n excused himself to use his room, Baekhyun excused himself with a smile to go to the washroom which he did not know where it was, and y/n as the good host coyly took the precedence to guide him as he would be visiting the wing with rooms.

'Hey Baekhyun, you can just use our room; you can relax there a bit too and get to know y/n; you have been persistent in meeting him; till then, let me entertain your husband.' 'What do you say hun?' Y/n's husband asked him but the younger was not ready with any response to such a situation; it was like exquisite wine being served and you taste it through your lover's mouth.

So Baekhyun did reply with a laugh, a kiss on his husband's cheek, and a warning to not steal him which y/n's husband repeated too, and they left for the rooms.

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mafaldaknows · 1 year

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Are you still Charmie? Armie has clearly admitted to all relationships with women and has admitted to never having been in a relationship with any man. I just hope you guys don't get upset and start criticizing Timothee all the time like you guys already do. After all, it's not his fault that Armie's relationships turned against him.

Hello, Anon:

Everything has changed, yet nothing has changed. Not for me, anyway.