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Some nights, only once everyone is gone, Butcher finds Hughie in the basement staring into nothing, troubled. He yanks him up and drags him to his room. For a few hours, Butcher’s only as rough as Hughie lets him be. He’s all slow-moving calloused hands and scruffy beard catching against collarbone. The hands he tugs through Hughie’s hair and presses into his hips makes his grief go quiet.
Hughie tries to pretend that’s all it is. He doesn’t want to care as much as he does. He wants to do it like Butcher does, half-drunk and near-silent, thrusting into a coping mechanism. But beggars can’t be choosers, and Hughie won’t beg.
(Season 2-based canon divergence AU with some scene rewrites, especially s2e08)
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A Reddit template for use on AO3.
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Today I Fucked Up By Worrying About My Squirrel Roomie by luciferine
Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)
11 Apr 2026
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r/tifu · u/WhatTheFuchs1126 · 5 hours ago
it's me again, fox guy with a squirrel roommate.
I've been posting a lot of questions to figure out squirrel habits and behaviors to be a good roommate.
you'll never guess what i just found out. in hindsight, the signs were all there...
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Jisung twists on the couch, eyes wide “we have the opportunity to do something hilarious, babe.”
Minho is sprawled beside him, and he sighs heavily before meeting Jisung’s eyes with a mischievous look. “You know my love language is causing problems. Go ahead.”
(or, the one where Minsung decide to lie about their relationship to their new gaming friends)
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A part of him wonders: how can you have met someone only twice and already feel this? This budding interest, the cautious desire sparking low in your gut. It could be a flight of fancy, or wishful thinking. Donghyuck would probably tease, crow with laughter. Say, for the millionth time, that Renjun has an uncanny tendency to fall in love twenty times a day.
And yet.
The tremble of a petal. A smile like the sun. I got this during my last layover, thinking of you.
A seedling materialises in the landscape of Renjun’s chest, blooming, reaching. Chasing the light.
(Or: Renjun has lived his whole life in his quiet, provincial town. He works at the crumbling hotel. He paints on the weekends. He's happy (enough).
And then he meets Yangyang.)
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18 Jul 2024