#He’s just a clueless lil dude

[robo-catwitch]

I found a goober

I mean just look at him

What a little dude

[solxamber]

This is a funny lil idea I just had but have you ever thought about rook and a reader that acts like his behavior is normal? Like, they know he's literally stalking them but is perfectly fine with it for some strange reason.

And when they finally do start dating, everyone is either

1. Convinced that he’s threatening your life

Or

2. Judging you like crazy because WHY

Totally Normal Romance || Rook Hunt

You've fallen hard for the hunter and you're dating! But when you tell your friends the good news, they immediately try staging interventions. Huh, I wonder why?

thank you for waiting! I loved the idea a lot and it became way longer than I expected but I hope you like it!

You’ve somehow managed to fall into a relationship with Rook, the Academy's resident “Hunter” and renowned tracker of students who can't even attempt to hide without him finding them.

Most people would be a little alarmed—okay, extremely alarmed—by Rook’s knack for showing up whenever you breathe a little too loud. But you? You’re weirdly, unapologetically chill about it.

The day starts as it usually does. Rook is outside your door bright and early, practically sparkling, ready to report how many steps you took in your sleep, how many breaths you exhaled, and what percentage of your dreams contained images of his dashing silhouette.

You nod, acting like he’s merely sharing the weather, and go about your morning. People are whispering in the hallways; they’ve noticed that the school’s “greatest hunter” is now your personal shadow.

Some think you're being held hostage in an unholy union. Others are convinced you’ve cracked under the pressure of Rook’s endless poetic monologues and have, in fact, lost your mind.

When the two of you officially start dating, the rumors take a delightful nosedive into the surreal. Rook is, naturally, over the moon, reciting sonnets about your “captivating acceptance of his pursuit.” Friends beg you to “see the red flags.”

You just smile as Rook emerges from behind a tree on your morning jog to hand you a flower he found “radiant with the essence of your aura.”

Intervention Attempt 1: Adeuce

You’re just sitting down to lunch when Ace and Deuce suddenly approach you with identical expressions of horror and determination, like they’ve somehow stumbled into a horror movie and taken it upon themselves to rescue the clueless protagonist. Ace, as usual, decides to take the lead.

“We need to talk. About... him.” He jerks a thumb toward Rook, who’s lurking—quite visibly—behind a tree, watching you with a delighted grin as if the entire world is his favorite reality TV show.

You shrug. “Rook’s just being his usual sweet self.”

Deuce’s mouth falls open. “That’s... sweet? The dude’s literally hiding in a tree to stare at you.”

You wave a hand. “He’s just thoughtful, you know? He knew I needed a pick-me-up yesterday, so he waited in my closet for two hours just to surprise me with a motivational haiku.”

Ace’s expression is somewhere between pity and disbelief. “You’re serious? That’s... sweet?”

“Uh-huh.” You pop a fry in your mouth, unfazed. “Honestly, it’s kind of nice to have someone that dedicated.”

Ace and Deuce share a silent, horrified look, one that clearly says, Our friend has lost it. Then, Ace leans in close. “You know, if he’s threatening you, you can blink twice or something. We can handle him.”

You burst into laughter, almost choking on your fry. “Guys, come on! Rook’s harmless. It’s just his way of showing affection.”

Behind the tree, Rook notices you laughing and beams even wider, waving with both hands like you’re his entire world. Ace sighs, looking like he’s just signed up for an impossible mission. Deuce’s brows knit together in concern, like he’s mentally preparing himself to guard you from the “danger” Rook apparently presents.

Intervention Attempt 2: Leona

Leona lounges on the couch as you walk into the room, looking way too relaxed—except for the sharp glint in his eye as he watches you. You know that look; it’s the we need to talk look, though Leona would sooner eat his tail than say it outright.

“You know that guy who keeps creeping around you?” he starts, his tone casual, as if he’s talking about the weather. “The hunter dude?”

“Oh, Rook? Yeah, he’s great!” you reply with a smile, clearly missing his hint.

Leona raises an eyebrow, looking faintly amused. “Great? The guy basically tracks your every move like a lion on a hunt. He’s probably memorized your breathing patterns by now.”

You laugh it off, waving a hand. “Leona, you make it sound creepy. Rook’s just… committed.”

Leona smirks, leaning back with a lazy yawn. “Committed to what, stalking you?”

You shrug. “It’s romantic in its own way! He writes poetry about me, makes sure I’m always safe... It’s kinda nice knowing someone’s always watching out for me.”

“Watching out for you,” Leona mutters, barely concealing a snicker. “Sure. Or just watching you.” He tilts his head, examining you as if you’re some rare species that’s suddenly shown up in the savanna. “You sure he hasn’t put a spell on you? You sound completely out of it.”

You smirk. “Leona, you’re just not used to people showing appreciation.”

Leona narrows his eyes, amusement flickering in his gaze. “You keep saying stuff like that, herbivore, and I’m gonna assume you’ve completely lost it.” He yawns and flops back onto the couch, muttering under his breath, “That crazy hunter and his weird haikus…”

You walk away, oblivious, and Leona just shakes his head with a smirk, quietly wondering if he’ll end up having to pry Rook off of you someday.

Intervention Attempt 3: Riddle

Riddle stares at you over his teacup, his brows knit with concern as you talk about your latest “date” with Rook. You've barely started describing his newest poetic declaration when Riddle sets his cup down, looking thoroughly alarmed.

“I… don’t understand,” he interrupts. “Did you say he was waiting in the shadows outside your dorm window at midnight? And he… recited sonnets?”

You nod, completely unbothered. “Oh, yes! And he was so sweet about it. He even had a rose between his teeth, Riddle. He really went all out.”

Riddle’s expression looks like he’s been hit with cold water. “And you… didn’t feel unsafe?”

“Why would I?” you laugh, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s Rook. He’s just being his passionate self.”

Riddle’s face hardens, and he stands up, clutching his teacup with barely contained fury. “This is unacceptable! You must report this immediately—stalking is a severe issue! You don’t have to tolerate this treatment, no matter how he frames it!”

You blink, surprised. “Riddle, it’s really okay. He’s not stalking me; he’s just… really attentive.”

Riddle’s lips thin, and he looks at you with pity, as if you're just too naive to understand the danger you’re in. “It’s worse than I thought,” he mutters, eyes blazing. “He’s… he’s manipulating you into thinking this is acceptable!”

Riddle finally sighs, shaking his head. “If you’re too afraid to tell him off, I’ll do it for you. As a dorm leader, it’s my duty to protect students in my care.”

“Riddle, I appreciate it, but I don’t need protection,” you insist, patting him on the shoulder. “Rook is harmless.”

Riddle huffs, looking like he’s already planning out the verbal lashing he’s going to deliver to Rook the next time he sees him. “You’ll see,” he says. “When you realize the danger, remember I warned you.”

You just smile, and he glances at you like you’re a sheep walking happily into a lion’s den.

Intervention Attempt 4: Malleus (And Lilia?)

When Malleus summons you to Diasomnia for what he calls an “urgent matter,” you’re intrigued. However, when you arrive, his expression is downright grave. The flickering candlelight gives his face an eerie glow as he looks at you, his usually calm demeanor laced with worry.

He leans in close, and his eyes narrow. “I understand you… spend much time with Rook,” he says, voice almost a whisper.

“Uh, yeah? We’re dating,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Malleus blinks, clearly taken aback, as if he was expecting an entirely different answer. “So you willingly… permit him to lurk in the shadows around you?”

“Well, yes, he’s got that whole poetic ‘silent protector’ thing going on.” You shrug, but Malleus doesn’t look any less alarmed.

“I see,” Malleus says, more to himself than to you. “So he’s already gained control over you.” He sighs, looking deeply concerned. “Fear not. I will protect you from him.”

Before you can respond, Lilia, who’s been silently watching with a smirk, bursts into laughter.

“Oh, Malleus, you’re taking this far too seriously,” he cackles, clapping a hand on Malleus’s shoulder. “Rook isn’t dangerous—well, unless you count bad poetry as a weapon.”

Malleus doesn’t look convinced. “You find this funny?” he asks, frowning.

“Of course I do!” Lilia grins, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. “They’re dating, Malleus. Rook doesn’t even know how to scare a fly when it comes to them.”

Malleus turns back to you, still worried. “Are you… certain you’re safe?”

You nod, but the look of pity in his eyes says he’s clearly unconvinced, as if he thinks you’re only defending Rook out of fear. Meanwhile, Lilia gives you a wink and a mischievous grin, enjoying the absurdity of the whole situation.

Intervention Attempt 5: Azul

You’re strolling past the Mostro Lounge, hoping to grab some food, when Azul intercepts you, looking unusually serious. He gestures for you to follow him into a private corner, glancing around as if he's worried someone might overhear.

“I understand you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with Rook,” he says, his tone grave, though there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he’s already calculating something.

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, we’re dating.”

Azul’s expression shifts to something between shock and pity, as if he’s just heard you’ve taken up with the Grim Reaper himself. “Dating? So… you’re aware he’s stalking you?”

You shrug. “He’s not stalking—he’s just keeping an eye out. Very vigilant, actually.”

Azul’s face darkens. “Right… vigilant.” He clears his throat. “In that case, allow me to offer the services of Floyd and Jade for your… protection.”

You blink. “Protection?”

“Yes. For a reasonable price, of course,” he says with a smooth smile, back to his usual self. “Consider it a sort of… insurance in case this arrangement with Rook takes a… dramatic turn.”

He leans forward, lowering his voice. “Imagine if you had two skilled guards who could tail him as closely as he tails you.”

Before you can respond, Floyd appears out of nowhere, draping an arm over your shoulder and grinning. “We could totally scare him, too. Make him feel like he’s the one being hunted!”

Jade nods from behind him, his smile too sharp to be comforting. “Yes, we’re more than happy to shadow Rook if you’d like.”

You stare at the twins, whose predatory smiles seem to stretch further the longer they look at you. “Guys, I appreciate the offer, but Rook’s fine. I’m not being held captive.”

Azul raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t push, instead sighing in that dramatic way of his. “Very well. The offer stands should you need it. Just remember: one word, and we’re at your service.”

As you walk away, you catch a quiet exchange between the twins.

“Do you think we’d even get the chance to tail him, Jade?”

“Hmm… I’d say it’s more likely he’d follow us, Floyd.”

You shake your head, amused. Only Azul would find a way to capitalize on your love life.

Intervention(?) Attempt 6: Vil

You’re backstage in Pomefiore, helping Vil with his costume adjustments for his latest role when he pauses, hands on his hips, giving you a long, evaluative look.

“So… you and Rook?” he finally says, an eyebrow raised with an almost resigned air.

“Yeah.” You grin, shrugging. “I mean, he’s… intense, but it works.”

Vil sighs, pressing two fingers to his temple as if that would ward off the headache he’s certain to get from this conversation. “You realize that most people would find his behavior concerning, right?”

You wave him off. “He’s harmless. Just… expressive.”

He gives a soft, humorless laugh, as though he’s not sure if you’re just that naive or that confident. “You’re both completely mad, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you say, leaning back with a shrug. “But I like it that way.”

Vil sighs again, and there’s a glimmer of a smile, even if it’s hidden behind a look of sheer exasperation. “Well, at least he won’t make you look bad. He’ll be too busy swooning in the background to do anything truly reckless.” He adjusts your collar with an air of finality, giving you a nod. “Good luck. You’ll need it.”

And with that, he returns to his preparations, mumbling something under his breath about how only you could take Rook’s intensity as a “feature” rather than a “warning sign.” But you catch the faint smile on his face as he walks away, leaving you feeling oddly reassured.

Final Intervention: Idia

Idia’s “intervention” is the sort of spectacle that would probably have your other friends dial emergency numbers if they walked in. He's got his laptop perched on a stack of comics, his tablet propped up, and an honest-to-Seven laser pointer he’s brandishing like it’s going to physically ward off any poor life choices.

He points at his first diagram, titled in neon-green font: "Why Your Boyfriend Should Not Be Tracking Your Every Move Like a Supervillain”. It's complete with cartoonish red arrows and diagrams that could pass for an undergrad thesis on questionable behavior.

Rook’s sitting beside you, nodding along with a strangely approving look, as if Idia's crude drawings are just part of the "unrefined genius" he'd expect from mere mortals.

When Idia clicks to his next slide—a very intense pie chart on “Reasons You’re Definitely in Danger"—you shrug. “Look, Idia, everyone’s got their quirks, right? He leaves poetry scrolls for me; you send messages only through encrypted text channels with six layers of memes as the header.”

Idia stares at you, blinking, and drops his laser pointer. It rolls pathetically across the floor, and he looks like he’s two seconds away from fainting. “Th-This isn’t the same! I don’t leave my IP address in your flowerbeds!”

Rook, thrilled, interjects. “Ah, but would you not feel a poetic stirring in your heart if you did, monsieur? Every new line I compose is a love letter to the chase!”

Idia sways. You’re genuinely worried he might black out.

Life, as it turns out, continues with a healthy dose of Rook’s “love language,” which to everyone else looks like the dictionary definition of a security risk.

Yet, you find yourself smiling every time he swoops in with that glittering look in his eyes, poetry scrolls under his arm and a thousand strange ideas.

And even if everyone around you is either looking into exorcisms or planning escape routes, for you, it’s just another day of living your best life.

Masterlist

[occamstfs]

Roommates’ Trivial Tiff

Pretty standard nerdy asshole to himbo TF, who doesn't love some cosmic justice ! -Occam

“You just don’t understand what it’s like dude. You have no idea how hard all this stuff is for me.” Brock was struggling to get through to his roommate, someone he has time and time again been more than cordial with. In response Harvey scoffs and rolls his eyes refusing to engage and instead doubling down, “I’m sure it’s real difficult with all your paid tutors and your-” 

“You’re not even listening bro! You like to think you’re so elevated, like you have all the answers but you don’t even try to understand what anyone else is going through.” Harvey grimaces and briefly tosses about whether or not this is true but stubbornly neglects to internalize the criticism, “Uhh, I do too?” Brock bites his tongue to prevent just blowing up at his roommate and instead he tries a different angle, “Oh yeah? If that’s the case then, bet you know a lot about me huh? Since we’ve been roommates for a year now,” pausing as he narrows his eyes briefly at Harvey, “and ostensibly we’re friends right?”

Harvey struggles not to display his ever present irritation as he retorts, “Of course we are, uh, dude.” Brock does a better job hiding his intentions as he issues a challenge, “so if we were to say, quiz each other you think you’d come up on top lil dude?” With this gauntlet laid there is little recourse in Harvey’s mind but to accept it, there are few times he enjoys showing off so much as in a trivia contest. So what he might have a less than pristine record of respecting oafs like his roommate, he is certainly not to lose in any battle of the wits regardless of topic or stipulations there may be.

Brock puts out his hand and states the stakes, “You can of course bow out whenever, but uh, how about every question the winner takes something from the loser?” Harvey was resolved to win before hearing the terms and is now spitefully even more eager now as he eyes Brock’s side of the room looking for whatever his prize is sure to be.

Without any further clarification Brock promptly launches into the game, “I guess we’ll start real easy yeah? Only fair.” Harvey feels resentment start to brew as he feels he’s being talked down to as Brock goes on, “For starters then, What’s my major?” Harvey audibly gulps and feels his face blanche as he scrambles to find such an incredibly simple answer. This is such an obvious and pressing piece of information it would be impossible not to have it on deck.

Seeing the hesitation Brock laughs incredulously, “God dude are you kidding? How could you not know this, I-” He shifts his jaw waiting for the second shoe to drop as it is suddenly clear he is about to clean house, this asshole is going to learn respect by hook or by crook. Harvey’s eyes that were just hungrily looking through Brock’s possessions now retread their path, searching for the answer, his eyes linger on some sports bandages and protein powder and he kicks himself for forgetting. “Well duh dude, you’re doing a sports medicine or a trainer degree or whatever. Sorry that I forgot what the proper name is, it’s not exactly high in the list of things I need to know.”

Brock stares down at the clueless nerd before him and slowly shakes his head. “Not even close Harv. It’s-” Before he can finish though Harvey stands and shouts, “Don’t fucking call me that! I bet you don’t know mine either!” This leaves Brock aghast, he crosses his arms and narrows his eyes, “Of course I fucking do! You never shut up about it! I’m lucky if my headphones can block out you whining about homework while also constantly talking yourself up! It’s so, fucking, annoying!”

Hurt by this despite his typical apathy to others Harvey starts up once more, “Okay but you didn’t say-” “Computer Engineering.” Harvey blushes in shame, not over his disrespect but of getting the question wrong. Suddenly there’s a hum in the room and the shadows in the corner grow darker and Brock looks around, “Well I suppose that question really tees me up on what to take huh? I’ll take your major.”

“Wha?” caught on the other foot Harvey blinks and sees that his textbooks and assignments are suddenly piled on Brock’s desk. He feels anxiety rise in his chest unsure of what has happened though confident this must be a prank or something. “No no no that can’t be right? What is happening?” He then returns to look at his roommate once more, a scowl plastered on his face as Brock who, despite his impressive stature always aims to present as kind and gentle, cannot help but smirk as he feels he has gotten one over on this jerk.

He stretches, exposing his midriff and flexing  his arms behind his head, perhaps to try and allure or intimidate Harvey, he’s not sure, but Harvey is not going to just take this sitting down.Though at the present, he is too uncomfortable to even vocalize his discomfort as he stands there trying not to shake. Instead Brock begins once more, “Urgh kinda see what all that complaining was about now Harv, kinda got a lot on my plate now hah!”

Harvey stares daggers at his roommate, “Brock I don’t know what kind of nonsense is going through your dumbass ox brain. But it’s not funny, I’m sure you’re used to bullying little g-”

“Excuse me? I’m a bully!? I know you’re not saying that, I go out of my way to be kind, even to little chip on their shoulder assholes like you. I just,” Brock takes a deep breath and flexes his jaw before he continues. “It doesn’t matter actually. I trust you have a vested interest in trying again though right? Surely you want your major back?”

At the moment Harvey is caught between the idea that this is some kind of Christmas Carol-ass dream where he’s supposed to learn a lesson or once more that this is just a prank by Brock. Amenable as he’s always been, Harvey's convinced that behind this lunkhead is the vitriol of the typical jerk jock. In this impossible chance that this is reality though, he can’t just give up his major. He needs it to be an, uh? God what was, no what is his major anyway? 

Harvey looks around in shock as he suddenly can’t bring his current course schedule to his mind, but he was literally in class this morning right? He feels his coursework draining from his mind as fear and rage begin to rise in his frail body. Images of lecture halls and professors flash through his mind before they just as swiftly dissipate, somewhere within him deeper than memory he feels that he was studying something with numbers. Mathematics, physics, engineering, something he was good at. He is determined to get that back as he speaks up finally, “What is the next question.”

Brock smiles and toys around in his head, confident that he will end up on top. “How about you pick this one, give you a fighting chance.” Harvey purses his lips and struggles to produce a question that he knows the answer to that his roommate will not. Oh duh, he’ll just ask him a math question, easy! Certainly not the aim of the game but Harvey just needed to get his life back. “What’s a derivative.” 

“Kinda not in the spirit of the game dude but whatever. I took calc you know. It’s the rate of change in response to a variable. Now since you’re still being an ass how about I lob one back? How about you derivative 𝑓(𝑥)= 2cos⁡(𝑥)−6sec⁡(𝑥)+3?” Harvey is flat stunned, this is some entry level shit but he cannot for the life of him bring the information to mind. He’s just as sharp as he always has been but anything beyond rudimentary trig is continuing to trickle out of his mind. He meekly chuckles out, “uh easy, it’s f(x) equals, uh tan-”

There’s a blaring in his head as both men are aware of his immediate slip up. Energy once more rises in the air as Brock looks down almost pitifully at his roommate this time. “Now I am sorry for this Harvey but, oof that course load! Like you so relish to say, I am just not that bright hm?” Harvey shakes his head as he realizes the horror about to occur. Brock looks a little uncomfortable as he continues, “After failing to pull your little gotcha, I think I’ll just go ahead and have your intelligence.” 

Both men are instantly struck with headaches the likes of which neither could endure under normal circumstances. As soon as the pain arrives though it is converted into a deep profane pleasure. Pins and needles fill Brock’s mind as it becomes heavy. Ideas and understanding fill his mind as a euphoric warmth flows through him. Harvey had enjoyed learning without truly lifting a finger, he had flourished and gained knowledge through no effort on his part but simple absorption. Brock is overcome with the ease at which he will now flow through life. Equally is he overcome by the ecstasy within his body as it only continues to heighten.

Opposite him Harvey clutches at his head as now not only do his learned experiences at university vanish, but all of his capabilities as a student and academic. Even the pleading within his mind slows down as he feels his ability to swiftly process information breaks down. Harvey turns from the man across from him as Brock’s hands feel up and down his musculature in rapturous delight, just in time to see whatever books and tomes he had collected as trophies begin to fade into the aether along with his memories of reading them. He looks down at his hands in confusion and horror, even with his unaddled mind at full steam he could not make sense of what has befallen him. He knows this is not right.

He is unable to find any answers, though as he searches his brain he begins to find a pleasant warmth in the vacuum where there once was knowledge. While his mind has been emptied, the bulge in his crotch demands his attention, which shall likely be a constant issue now that his mind shall evermore be less than preoccupied. He feels his mouth start to fill with drool as he looks down at his cock as it almost feels larger than it should be. He almost laughs at the idea that from now on he may fully be thinking with his cock. He opens his mouth allowing drool to spill out which shocks him back to sense and he turns around to demand that Brock return this all to sense immediately.

Brock for his part is reclined in a chair just rubbing his cock over his shorts almost forgetting about what they had been doing not seconds earlier. He laughs as he sees the expression on Harvey’s face, “Woah dude sorry about that, got lost in my own mind for a second there! No wonder you had, or have rather, such an attitude problem. It all just came so easy to you didn’t it? I mean we could keep going if you want, what else do you have to lose yeah?” Harvey wipes the drool from his face and takes stock, he can still read, he is pretty confident he still passed high school, he remembers his life before whatever hell is currently happening as well as whatever this new reality is. He nods his head and pushes his erection down as it continues to rise upon seeing his roommate’s cocky repose. He answers, “let’s keep going. Your question right?”

Harvey can’t help but trace Brock’s traps as he shrugs, “If you insist lil bro. What’s my middle name?” He knows this one for sure, he would bring it out to tease his roommate as needed. Brock slams his arm down in excitement and shouts, “fucking Laurel!” then he recalls this is only half the battle, Brock must also get his wrong, “what’s mine?” Brock smirks once more and laughs as he stretches to scratch his back, his roommate hungrily staring, “you don’t have one dude”

The energy rushing between the two men is drastically different this time. Unlike the pleasurable prickles of knowledge or the soothing burn of loss there is a direct, deeper connection between the two. Brock’s grin grows wider as understands, “Oh I getcha, question’s a tie so we share the spoils Harv. Only fair that since you’ve the mind of a what, meathead? May as well have the body of one.”

Harvey watches as his roommate takes off his shirt, he feels a warmth in his chest as he stares directly at Brock’s pecs. His breath catches as he watches his roommate flex them and he feels a nervous energy begin to surge within his own. He’s never had pecs before but he feels his chest pushing, growing, into his shirt. He sees his nipples harden and grow too large to ever hide as his chest expands. His swallows to stop from drooling once more as he sees Brock pose and flex his massive biceps, forcing a burning delight down the whole of Harvey’s arms. He matches the pose of the powerful man he has spoken nothing but ill of and flexes, sweat immediately staining through his shirt as the energy and strain heats his body beyond reason.

At the same time both men drop into a crunch, there is a loud tear as the pants of both men tear as they reach the lowest point in the crunch as Harvey’s ass bursts larger and his thighs swell with strength well enough to carry his increasingly top heavy torso. Not only is Harvey to gain the muscle of a tight jock, but the masculinity expected. The cock he has been til now proud enough of pulses with his heartbeat, with each pump it gorges larger, veins thick as the ones surging down his biceps force his cock thicker and further down his strained shorts. He tears at his pants to free his bulge as his balls bloat to the size of eggs, they pull tight ass they’re exposed to the air and all the soreness, strain, and pain of his still growing body becomes agonizing delight.

Harvey’s eyes water as he struggles to even stay cogent with the pleasure and power coursing through him. He smells his new musk breaking through his senses. Through the burning bedlam across his body he feels a soothing burn as hair begins to sprout and thicken where every man should make clear his masculinity. His pubes thicken and curl beyond his waistline and his pits grow wild and begin to spread to make it clear they, nor his musk, can ever be contained.

He lies, sits, writhes, flexes, exists in nothing but pleasure for some time, no longer concerned for his lost intelligence, beyond the care of his education. His hands, larger and painted with still thickening hair, press tight against his body as he feels the new contours of his body. Each new valley and mountain is a testament to the ecstasy he shall now prioritize above all. Until his roommate’s voice breaks through the haze, “Fuck bro you’re really feeling yourself huh?” Harvey’s eyes open to see Brock’s arrogant sneer has only grown worse as he has contendly watch Harvey lavish his new corpus.

Harvey meets it with a scowl and Brock tilts his head, “Want to do one last question then, bro?” His smile grows tight as he tries not to laugh as the appellation of bro has become the paramount definition of this once genius. Harvey just nods his head, still understandably disoriented as he lies in a pool of his own sweat and pre that remains dripping directly onto the floor. Brock motions for him to ask whatever the presumably final question is but is met with a grunt and a wave of the hand. Brock grimaces slightly, “if you insist bud,” he grimaces slightly as he looks down at the man. Asshole he may have be, may still be even, surely there’s something Brock could do to fix even that. He leans to whisper the question in Harvey’s ear, “what color are my eyes.” 

Between grunts, Harvey strains to look at his roommate only to find them obviously closed. His body contorts with pain and pleasure as he feels the throes of defeat and one final lose begin to seize him. He groans out through clenched teeth as his jaw widens and his brows thicken as changes already begin to work upon his mind, “don’t… know…” Brock nods and sits next to his roommate laying Harvey’s head on his lap. At the point it would be a kindness for the man to forget his life before, and that is exactly what he is to do. 

Brock removes the memories and identity of the sour nerd that made life perpetually unpleasant not only for him, but anyone unlucky enough to grace his presence. His breathing speeds up as his body heat rises beyond imagination, sweat turning to steam in the cold dorm room as he shakes his head and clenches his fists. He writhes only briefly, each flex of his body a final protestation of Harvey as Brock erases even his name from his head. 

After a minute of this his body goes still before he opens his eyes blearily and groans. Still lying in Brock’s lap he stretches his arms, turning to smell his impossibly rank pits before turning it into a flex as he must do anytime he raises them. Brock watches this with trepidation, unsure of who exactly his roommate is to be now before suddenly a name surges into his mind, Bull. Perfect fodder for the jerk he once was and an apt name for the behemoth lying on his lap. Testing the waters Brock pats his chest to wake him up, “Morning Bull.”

He yawns and scratches at the same stubbled face he has always known and he sits up, “urgh got a massive headache bro, must have gone pretty hard to have a hangover this bad huhuh! Wanna go grab brekkie and hit up the gym?” Brock stifles a smirk and helps his roommate up to standing, slightly surprised to see him standing taller than himself before responding, “You got it big guy, how about you get some clothes on first though right?” Bull guffaws, looking down at his hairy sweat-drenched body as he throws an arm around his roommate, cock bobbing around in the open air, still chubbed up. “What would I do without you bro huhuh!” 

Brock looks to see all of Bull’s tops have changed to stringers and tanks. Where Harvey had nothing but pants Bull has piles of unwashed athletic shorts, one of which he promptly throws on, going commando. Seeing Brock watch him, Bull grabs at his crotch and juts at the door, “Come on bro! Faster we get a pump in faster we can get back here and have some fun dude.” 

With that Bull again throws his arm around Brock, once more smelling his b.o. as he almost deliberately spreads it on his roommate’s neck, like an animal marking its territory. The two then off to start their day, in Bull’s mind as they always have. Brock feels his crotch grow weightier as the amble down the hall, unsure if he’s made a horrible mistake in all this. Who is he to say what is too far in acts of cosmic retribution. Brock is certain at the end of the day he and Bull are at least to have quite a bit of fun.

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

clearly the only solution to the penpal au is you’re supposed to write to ghost but the entire task force hijacks the letters every once in a while. /hj /lh

Price also ends up doing that too once he realizes why the entire team becomes obsessed with writing letters

DUDE YES *smooches your brain*

Simon starts writing to you through a military penpal program Price had all of them in. Ofc, like the rat bastard he is, he drags his fuckin feet on it. Eventually, you manage to get him a little more willing to write back and it seems like he even looks forward to it. He's the first one to grab his letter from the container when they come. He claims it's to get it over with, but the other guys know better.

You'd think the other guys would be the ones more open to their penpals but NO. They managed to be paired with some of, who they call, the most boring people they could have met. Hell, even Price began to drag his feet after the 2nd letter back.

Simon seems to be the only one actually enjoying his exchanges, even if he tries to hide it. Johnny's the first one to get curious, wanting to know what the LT's got that's good enough to loosen the stick in his ass.

While Simon's out of the room, Johnny reads through the first couple letters Simon received. Your sweet words, stupid jokes, and genuine care are a stark contrast from the uninterested and short words he received from his penpal.

He stops writing to his penpal, not that they noticed/ cared, and grew the balls to write you one. He claimed his penpal dropped out, so they had to make do, not that you minded. And God, when you started to write back, he swore it was like he was a schoolboy all over again. Getting excited for the letters, heart racing as he reads your carefully written words, counting down the days till he gets another.

He gets ballsy one night and opens up to Gaz about what he did, not showing a single crumb of remorse. Tells him all about how sweet you are, how you show genuine care for his safety, even giving the idea of sending a care package. He could see that same thought process going through Kyle's mind, contemplating switching to you. He gave Kyle your address and told him to just come up with an excuse.

Now Kyle's a little smarter than Johnny, knowing that if Ghost finds out he's probably fucked. However, at the end of the day, he's a lonely man. He had this sweet thing like you just within reach and he's supposed to not take it? Yeah right.

He gave the same excuse Johnny did, claiming his penpal's schedule became too busy to write back, and just like that you had 3 soldiers wrapped around your finger. He sweet talked you, gave little puns here and there, really became like a lap cat. He wasn't as forward as Johnny and not as refrained as Simon. He gave you music recommendations when you say you like a certain genre, he gave you book recommendations, even sent you photos of him in front of a helicopter (you begged for it when he told you about him falling out).

Now, Simon isn't stupid. He isn't clueless. He noticed that the first couple letters went missing. Then he noticed Johnny being more eager to write. Same with Kyle. He noticed how they seemed to pull away from him when the topic was brought up. He's not a stupid man.

He might even be considered generous (don't say it to his face though, he'll take it as sarcasm). He knows the boys are talking to his penpal, but he'll be kind enough to share. His sweet lil thing. If you can keep up, that is. Your letters seem to boost morale and bring a small light that wasn't there before. They're all hard-working men, risking their lives to keep the world clean. They deserve this, don't they?

Even Price finds himself wanting in on it. If you can manage to bring Simon happiness (again, he won't admit it) and keep the other boys happy, surely you can take on one more. He sends you a letter, as their captain, and thanks you for what you've done. You're such a kind soul for giving these men some hope in their lives (laying it on thick, gotta keep em interested) and how much you've helped their performances.

They all write to you, their unofficial 141 penpal, and it works surprisingly well. The lines begin to blur a bit on being platonic and something else, but it'll be sorted out eventually. For now you're just theirs (Simon came around to it once he realized you had plenty of love to go around). You're the 141's, even if you don't fully understand what that means.

The first picture they send to you, around Christmas^ (I can't find the artist, please tag them if you know who it is)

[gogolstoelicker]

Hii saw ur shenhe! reader fic and really liked how its written is it ok to do a igninihyde + diasomnia with raiden ei like reader? 🥹

Ignihyde + Diasomnia with Raiden Ei!MC

a/n: random but i dont have any motivation to play genshin until i saw albedo came back😍🙏 also i lowk forgot how i used to write these

Due to your dedication to eternity, you're wary to the idea of a change. However, you show curiosity rather than disdain when it comes to new things.

Having lost many of your of your loved ones over the centuries, you're driven by a fear of further lost. Even when you locked yourself in Plane of Euthymia, you could not truly escape loneliness.

Idia:

who told this clown to overblot w all those high tech stuff💀⁉️ cause one zap of lightning n hes out like a light

"game... set..." "🌩⛈️⚡️⛈️🌩"

u didnt even let him finish n the entire thing blue screens😔

honestly he cant even get mad at u. its fair, who even waits for their enemies to finish talking before they strike anyway??

thats how he ended up w bandages but thankfully they have all the latest technologies to cure him fast

he found it kinda funny how little you know about technologies

u self isolated?? yeah he could tell😂

but since he gave u a tv, he cant let it go to waste just bcs u dont kno how technologies worked

so, unfortunately, he needs to explain everything to u one by one

the only problem is that he underestimated how much a boomer u r

his explanations is fine, u can catch a few things

but when he starts using one of his lil slangs.... hooboy

"ROFL cant believe someone so op is THIS clueless abt basic stuffs" "ruholf???????? ou pee???? what???" "oh geez..."

visuals of ortho, u and idia in that living room

unsurprisingly, he understands how u feel at the loss of ur twin sibling. i mean, he did lose his younger brother

he sympathise w u a lot on that part id say🤔cause like u self isolate after ur sibling's passing?? he pretty much isolate himself after his brother's passing too

so like dont worry bro🙏🙏he might not comfort u (he cant even make eye contact w u without breaking a sweat) but he'll tell u some of his coping mechanisms

Ortho:

hides his snacks from u cause ur ass gobbles down any sweets😔he doesnt want to go buy smth from the vending machines cause u took everything of his

ur supplier

by that, i meant he supplies sweets n desserts for u

it started as him saying sorry for all the bs that happened but then it turns into a lil habit

also hes ur translator if someone like idia or cater starts using one of their youngsters slangs

he gave u the full definition completed w examples whenever u asked🙏one of these days u might even start using the slangs!!

omg meemaw tryna be hip😢dont hurt em now!!

"whats cooking ortho? i hope youre not having a skibidi day😊" "oh geez😨" man they rlly r brothers😔

he tries to fight off the cringe whenever u start trying out the slangs but never tried to stop u

go uh... you!!😔dont mind the fact that hes cancelling noises rn....

idk if he needs to charge but in case he does, youre there🙏youre his emergency, portable charger

Malleus:

kind of like a powerbank

honestly hes very sympathetic abt ur loses n why youve pulled away from society + afraid of changes bcs of it

hes one of the dudes actively encouraging you

he invites u to hangouts (w idia) so u could explore the world n see what youve been missing out on

dont worry abt money bro hes here🙏if u want to try that new looking sweet out, just go take it, he'll help u pay for it!!

Lilia:

he was out on his usual late night walks, u were there on ur usual late night meditation

after that it turns into an everyday thingy

time is kinda weird for the both of u since ur both immortal n have lived for a very long time, so malleus sleeps late bcs of it while u dont need to sleep tbh

sometimes u would join him on his walks, sometimes he would join u to meditate

it turns from that to u joining his club meetings from time to time

u guys would wonder around campus to find gargoyles n he would explain them to u while u much on some dango n nodding ur head

u picked up very quickly on the differences between a gargoyle n a grotesque, much to his delight

since u could forge weapons n have tried ur hands in creating things, youre more than happy to join him in his little activity of making a gargoyle

u gave one of that to him for his birthday btw

u swear, the sun was shining much more brightly for the next week after

honestly, he wasnt aware u didnt kno how to cook

so when he saw lilia n u in the kitchen, he thought nothing of it

"maybe mc is trying to stop lilia🤔" oh how wrong he was

victim #1 of eating that thing u called food

after that, he tried to ban the two of u from using the kitchen

n honestly, since the both of u r quite isolated, its like a learning process for the two of u abt the outside world

since its a learning process for the two of u, u guys decided to always invite each other out on little outings to just basically enjoy the changes and familiarise urselves w the world

its the both of ur lil adventure!!😈😈lilia sneaked photos of the two of u btw (he showed it once u guys r back)

also who says u cant strike down a dragon during his overblot?? youve striked down a giant snake before and split islands, this is nothing to u⚡️🤛💪

he dragged u to the kitchen one time cause he thought it would be funny

he excused it as smth smth to help u get used to changes smth smth

"but i dont know how to cook..😥" "fear not!! i shall be your coach!"

cue the both of u burning the kitchen down (and almost the entire school) with ur lil chef hats

it was then presented later to the three usual victims, who r all fighting back tears (grim ran away before yall could make him try💀)

if lilias cooking was bad, then coupled w urs, its horrendous. the worst of the worst. they can even see smth twitching in the food😥n is that a smoke coming out of it in the shape of a skull????😨

the both of u looked kinda proud so no one was able to say anything (sacrifices were made) (n its in the form of the diasomnia's toilet)

u r both old old, so u got along pretty well despite the personality differences

any of the three sat w u guys n here goes peepaws w their "back in my days..." stories

in a way, u guys could understand each other a lot

he lost his friends, u lost ur friends. he witnessed the horrors of war, u witnessed the horrors of war

so like, u guys could understand n comfort each other better than anyone else🤔

he understands its hard to accept the loss you've faced, n he fully encourages u to get out of ur shell more now that youre trying to face n accept changes

he would even pull u to the light music club so u could try little things n maybe expand ur interests

speaking of, he tried to make u some dango after u mentioned in passing how much u liked it

Silver:

do NOT consume it or u might actually have to replace ur teeth💀🙏 his food comes w special effects

u?? barely noticed him

he would be asleep in random places n u would just step aside n continue walking to ur destination without a second thought

if he looked injured u wouldve stopped but he looked so peaceful so u just 🤷‍♀️ n walked off

sometimes when u wanted to have some alone time, he would be there in the forest or batony garden or whatever

honestly hes very peaceful to be around so u dont rlly mind his presence much

n honestly u enjoyed the animals that would surround him

u would absentmindedly pet them as u much away

whenever he saw lilia drag u into the kitchen again, alarms starts blaring in his head

like "is that... FATHER N MC?? IN THE KITCHEN??🚨🚨🚨"

hes convincer #1 in trying to get u guys to GET OUT n leave those kitchen equipments alone

"guys we're all not hungry do not worry. pls put the pans down. put the chicken down too. no NO"

he doesnt even know how lilia roped u into this

cause u used to be like "i cant cook😢" and now youre all like "maybe i can cook🤔(no)"

he very much invited u to join him n sebek to train together

youre strong as hell n he would like to improve himself in any way he can to be a better knight

he very much understands why u turned the way u r after ur loses and tries to give u words of encouragement

kinda uses the training together as an excuse to have u go out more n interact w people

Sebek:

youre thunder, hes thunder HELP.

his unique magic wont work w u around. literally one word n his magic is gone since you quite literally control every single thunder there is

his face when u striked malleus down😔

like he wants to stop u cause hey!! thats his lord but at the same time like hm🤔malleus does need help atm

hes VERY conflicted abt it n it is why hes just making faces n letting u do whatever

honestly youre pretty much his 2nd mentor by now😭

like youre so strong, u can control lightning at will n u defended ur nation before?? yeah youre helping him w training

he tries to spar w u from time to time so he can see the areas he needs improvements in

also victim #3 as ur n lilias food testers

he almost passed out btw pls feel sorry for him

he wouldve said smth but like 😭he respects lilia so much, n youve very much earned his respect too so he cant just?? say the food is ass when yall prepared it

so he just swallows it down while making faces LMFOAOAOAOA

"y yes... this is... very good!!" he says, trying his hardest not to hurl

he then absolutely destroyed the toilet after

also he tries to limit ur sweet intakes

"isnt this ur 10th dango?? n its just morning!!" "but desserts!!🥺" "NO BUTS"

starts a lecture abt how youll ruin ur teeth n upset ur stomach

u w ur replacing teeth argument

he was MORTIFIED btw. never speak of those words to him ever again

hes kinda awkward when u told him abt ur past n allat n how youre pretty much trying to change after u realised how much ur actions impacted ppl

very loud abt his encouragement but also isnt sure if he had said the right thing to u LMFOAOAOA

"BUT U TRIED UR VERY BEST TO CHANGE !! N U ONLY DID WHAT U DID CAUSE U CARE!! YOURE VERY STRONG N AMAZING!!"

^his word ECHOES btw thats how loud he was

he means well dw</3

[freakmcnastyy]

I've got my eye on you

Jeon Yeong-Bin x f!reader (fluff)

Summary: Yeong-bin starts catching feelings for the reader and with a little push from his friends, finally makes a move!

Note: Hey guysss! This is actually the first fic request I’ve ever gotten!! Thank you @deia4eva <3 Hope you like it 💙 Also! Just a lil’ change — instead of an all-boys school, let’s pretend the school is mixed.

inspired by the song "Say yes to heaven" (not sure)

⸻

You first heard his name when he got third place in the school’s math competition. To be honest, he didn’t look like the type who even knew where the math classroom was.

He looked like trouble.

Scratch that—he was.

A proper bully.

You saw him messing with this one quiet guy in class, Si-eun. Always picking on him for no reason, pretending it was an “accident.”

He always hung out with the same group of guys. Real loud types.

And yeah, they’d throw annoying comments around, pretending it was just “jokes.”

You didn’t like him at first. But also? You didn’t really care.

You hadn’t even talked to him once—why would he matter?

⸻

What you didn’t know though… was that Yeong-Bin had already noticed you.

Sure, you never talked to him, but he was into you—like, lowkey obsessed—just from watching you.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. He just… liked your vibe.

You know, some girls tried too hard to seem chill—especially the ones who hung out with the popular crowd. But you? You didn’t even try.

You were just genuinely unbothered. And somehow, that got under his skin.

He’d lay in bed at night replaying the way you laughed, the way you tossed your hair, your eyes…

They were the clearest moments of his day. Everything else? A blur.

Whenever he passed by your class, he’d slow down, eyes scanning the door in case you were inside.

Sometimes he’d make up excuses just to walk by. Or he’d say he was visiting a friend in your class when really, he just wanted to see you.

And yeah—you noticed.

No matter how cool he tried to act, he wasn’t exactly subtle.

You thought it’d pass.

That it was just one of those dumb high school crushes.

He thought so too.

But then… he caught himself talking about you.

To his friends. A lot.

They started pushing him. Hard.

Jung-Chan and Tae-Hoon especially.

“Dude, if you wait any longer, someone else is gonna scoop her up.”

“What if someone pulls a move before you?”

“Snap out of it, Yeong-Bin!”

⸻

That’s when the gifts started.

He watched you closely—what you bought at the cafeteria, what snacks you liked, what drinks you always picked.

He even asked around. Lowkey.

You were clueless—until one day, you came back to your desk and found a strawberry milk sitting there.

There was a sticky note on it: “Something sweet for your sweet mouth.”

The handwriting was bad. But he’d clearly tried.

You weren’t sure who sent it.

But it didn’t seem dangerous, so… yeah. You drank it.

You didn’t know that more was coming.

Snacks. Drinks. Notes telling you you looked pretty that day.

Whoever it was… was paying serious attention.

⸻

The boys kept bugging him to stop being anonymous.

Eventually, he cracked.

⸻

It was another boring-ass Wednesday.

You had PE last two periods—and the class was combined with Yeong-Bin’s.

You hated PE, so you’d usually get a pass and go read on the long stairs near the courtyard.

You brought your book. Sat down. Started reading. Peaceful.

Until—

Yeong-Bin.

He sat down next to you. No warning. No asking.

You didn’t say anything. Just kept reading.

“Kafka?” he asked. He saw you reading it before and had even looked him up just to have something to talk about.

“Mhm. Letters to Milena.” you replied, eyes still on the page.

“Oh. So you’re into romantic stuff?” he grinned. “I’ve heard of that one—”

“What do you want?” You cut him off, still not looking at him.

He hesitated. Looked over at his friends making wild gestures from a few steps away.

“You caught my eye,” he said. Classic line.

You sighed.

“Hey, look—if you want me to leave—”

“You sent those notes, didn’t you?” you interrupted.

You were risking your whole vibe here. If it wasn’t him? Awkward.

He nodded. “You weren’t creeped out, were you?”

“No… weirdly, you always got my favorite stuff right.”

You smirked.

He grinned back. He didn’t say he’d been stalking you a little, but you kinda figured it out anyway.

⸻

Things got… complicated after that.

You found yourself texting him at night, drinking the coffee he left on your desk even though you told him not to, catching his eyes in class, sometimes walking home together.

It wasn’t official or anything.

You were just “friends.”

At least, that’s what you thought.

You liked to play it cool. And that was part of your charm.

You assumed it’d fade. That he’d get bored.

But he didn’t. He tried harder.

Asked you to hang out. To eat together. To study. Or even just… sit in silence.

And just like that, weeks went by.

⸻

One time, you were alone in the classroom.

You stood by the window, sun in your eyes, fingers trailing the glass.

He walked in. Didn’t say anything. Just stood near you.

You turned. “Aren’t you bored of me yet?” you asked.

He looked confused.

“Why would I be? You’re fun.”

“Really? All I do is sit in silence.”

He shrugged. “I like you even when you’re quiet.”

“Why?”

“Have you ever been in love?” he asked, eyes dropping from yours.

You didn’t answer. You just looked away.

He smiled. “You’ll know when it hits.”

And just like that, he left.

His friends were waiting outside.

“THAT’S IT!” Jung-Chan yelled, smacking his shoulder.

Tae-Hoon joined in: “Even a brick would realize that was a love confession, bro.”

Yeong-Bin said nothing.

Something still felt… off.

⸻

A few days later

You ran.

Ran like your life depended on it.

You’d overheard someone mention something like “Yeong… bin… hospital…” and the world stopped.

Your body went numb. Your heart stuttered.

Couldn’t even grab your phone.

Your legs moved before your brain did.

You took the stairs two at a time. Yelled at the taxi driver to “just f*cking go, man!”

Your thoughts were a mess: Was he okay? Was there blood? Was he breathing?

Apparently, Si-eun had finally snapped.

Beat him with a book and a curtain rod.

You arrived at the hospital out of breath, barely speaking. Asked the nurse—barely—where his room was.

Then you ran.

No thinking. No logic. Just gut instinct.

You opened the door.

There he was.

Quiet.

Bandaged.

Left eye bruised. Lip split. Nose taped. Arm hooked to an IV.

And just like that—

You broke.

“Yeong-Bin…” you whispered.

He hadn’t seen you yet.

But you walked in.

Didn’t even shut the door.

You marched straight over—

And hugged him.

Hard.

No words. No asking. Just held on.

He flinched a little. Eyes blinking open.

His arms lifted—then wrapped around you.

“Y/N… how did you-?”

His voice was weak. He breathed you in.

You pulled back just enough to see his face.

Eyes red. Not crying—but close.

You looked at his lips, his forehead, his bandages.

Then you spoke.

“Some kids were talking… I thought—I thought something really bad happened.”

His eyes softened.

“I’m fine,” he said. Voice shaky. He was crying to his mom earlier, but now he had to play the tough guy.

Just then, the door opened.

A woman walked in. Sharp. Stylish. Rich-vibe.

The “I’ll pay you to stay away from my son” type.

You stood and bowed a little.

She didn’t seem surprised. Like she’d expected you.

“You’re Y/N?” she asked, completely expressionless.

“Yes, ma’am. You must be his mom?”

She nodded. “He talks about you a lot.”

Wait—what?

He… told his mom about you?

Yeong-Bin made weird faces at her. Clearly embarrassed.

She ignored it.

“I’ll give you two some time,” she said, and turned to her son.

“As for that Si-eun boy—I’m getting him sent to juvie. Count on it.”

Then she left.

You turned back to Yeong-Bin.

“What happened?”

No one just randomly beats someone up.

“I told that Beom-sok guy to stick a fentanyl patch on his neck,” he said flatly.

You froze.

“ARE YOU STUPID?! You could get expelled!”

He shrugged. “Whatever. The only thing that’d suck about transferring is… being away from you.”

Even now.

Battered. Bruised.

He was thinking about you.

You reached out, touched his cheek.

Your thumb brushed his skin.

“You’re insane.”

“For you.”

You both laughed. It was weird. But comforting.

Then, without thinking, you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

His eyes widened.

“Don’t look at me like a deer in headlights,” you teased. “You earned that.”

As you pulled back, his hands grabbed your face, gently—

And he kissed you.

On the lips.

Then pulled away.

“This is, like… a terrible place for a first kiss. Sorry.”

You didn’t answer.

Your face was bright red.

This time… you were the deer.

[peterm4rker]

(𐙚⋆.˚) puzzle piece

��� 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [chenle x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 6.8k w. angs, swearing, mentions of a dead relative, i guess a lil depression talk! angst + fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "puzzle piece" by nct dream on spotify

as I try to fit in a world that keeps getting bigger a feeling of emptiness and vacancy comes to me but I can't recognize which part is missing i didn't even know the shape would be like this

if someone were to ask, chenle would tell them all about how there is something fundamentally wrong with him.

if someone asked, he would tell them that he has always felt like there was something missing in him. something hollow.

an emptiness he couldn’t fill, even when he tried everything. even when he had the most amazing friends and family in the world, incredibly stable economic foundations for a 23 year old and millions of opportunities awaiting for him the moment he decided to actually take a leap forward.

it wasn’t love either, he had concluded. he had had flings, girlfriends even. but none of them satiated the thirst he had for something bigger. none of them made him feel whole.

it wasn’t like it happened overnight. he didn’t wake up one morning in his teenage years with a sudden hollow in his chest like he had been told everyone does. it was always there, nagging at the back of his head, getting deeper and louder as he grew up.

it never went away, he just learnt how to live with it.

luckily, he had the right people to help him bear it.

“dude, pay attention! they’re beating our asses!” mark exclaimed, pushing chenle’s shoulder with his own as his fingers moved frantically on the controller.

“don’t put this on him, you just suck,” jaemin teased, a sly smile adorning his lips as his eyes shone with the reflection of the big tv in front of him.

“fuck you!” the older boy responded, grabbing a pillow from the floor and throwing it to his face.

“that's foul play, you should be disqualified,” jeno piped in, grabbing the same pillow and attempting to avenge his friend. mark ducked just in time, though, and the pillow hit poor, clueless jisung who was foolishly trying to finish his homework in peace.

“all i asked for was a minute of peace,” the black haired boy groaned, throwing the pillow at donghyuck’s face.

“the fuck did i do?” the boy whined, hugging the fluffy weapon to his chest. “i’m so targeted, this is sick and twisted.”

“you’re sick and twisted,” renjun spoke, not looking up from his phone. still, he somehow managed to duck when the pillow was thrown his way.

“only when a bad bitch is involved,” the honey skinned boy answered, earning a loud groan to erupt from everyone in the room. “what? girls like it when i’m freaky.”

“funny, because you’ve always been a freak and yet you’re still bitchless.” jisung answered without missing a beat, so nonchalantly that chenle couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

“i literally get more pussy than you,” hyuck tried to defend.

“we should really check in with everyone you’ve been with, no way they’re mentally okay,” chenle spoke up for the first time in the whole interaction, his fingers still moving relentlessly on the controller.

“only reason they need to be checked on is because i fucked their brains silly,” the boy continued to defend, eliciting another groan to come out of mark’s mouth.

“i’m divorcing this friend group.” mark announced, letting out a deep sigh once the screen showed his defeat.

“but markie, i love you,” jaemin cooed dramatically, throwing his arms around his shoulders.

“hey! i’m right here!” jeno complained, trying to snatch jaemin away by his waist.

chenle watched the whole interaction with a huge smile on his face. the hollow was always there, of course;  imposing and dark. but it was bearable, even when all of that happiness seeped away the moment he closed the door behind his friends.

but as if we're matching the scattered pieces together we're going to assemble our own story

if anyone asked, you would tell them there was something fundamentally wrong with you.

if anyone asked, you would tell them that at some point in your life, a part of you was snatched away as if claws had carved it right out of your chest.

you could pinpoint the exact moment it happened, all those years ago when a bed you used to crawl up to after nightmares was suddenly left empty.

but time passes, some wounds heal. and you get used to the sting of the ones that don’t.

still, sometimes, the sting is too strong to bear; the hollow is too deep and too cold to ignore and you feel like you’re drowning even when doing the smallest of tasks. 

so you had to get out. you had to leave it all behind and go somewhere where the silhouette of a lost brother didn’t hunt every corner. 

it was terrifying to leave a place you’ve known your entire life. but it was also exciting, and so, so needed after years of grief. that's what you kept repeating in your head as you watched the plane land, at least.

it thankfully didn’t take long to be able to leave, getting an uber to the apartment you had searched for for so long. the building was prettier than i had looked on the website, and the place you would soon call home shone bright with the light of new beginnings.

at the sight of a blank canvas formed by white walls and empty furniture, the hollow shrunk ever so slightly; taken aback by the possibilities within a story beginning to be written.

somewhere in my empty heart a piece is placed i am you i just knew it when I first saw you

chenle had no clue what he was doing at jackson wang’s house at 1:27am on a thursday.

it had all started so calm; just a few guys going over to enjoy spending time with someone that had acted as a big brother to them for so long.

he should’ve known, really, because everything always fucking happened at jackson’s house. so now, because of his own naiveness, he sat on the living room couch trying to get a sense of what the fuck he was just doing that lead him to be that dizzy.

he looked around the room for a couple seconds, scanning it to find his friends that were definitely not in a better state than him. mark sat by the other couch, haechan literally draped across his lap as he talked to his friend johnny about something chenle was quite sure neither of them fully grasped, judging by the blunt that hung off of the older boy’s lips as he nodded. renjun seemed to be absolutely destroying everyone in beer pong as yangyang screamed around in excitement.

it took a bit more scouting to find jaemin and jeno standing by the door, surrounding a very entertained woman that seemed to not be able to decide who her doe eyes were supposed to be wooing.

chenle scoffed at the sight, the laugh dying in his lips the moment his eyes zeroed in jisung’s figure pressing a girl he had never seen in his life to the wall by the stairs. 

the sly bastard.

“i wish i had the guts to do that,” a distant voice scoffed right next to him, pulling his attention away from his supposedly harmless best friend.

“i’ve known the guy my entire life and i didn’t know he had the guts to do that,” he commented amused, moving to face whoever was speaking to him.

oh.

“well, he looks like he’s enjoying it,” you snorted, moving to face him and giving him what chenle thought was a smile pretty enough to be illegal. “hi.”

“hi,” he greeted, not allowing himself to be frozen in place like his body so desperately wanted. “i’m chenle, by the way.”

“yn, nice to meet you,” you smiled again, and he really needed a picture of you to prove to his friends that angels were real. 

“are you a friend of jackson’s? i don’t think we’ve met,” he completely turned his body to you, jisung and his exploits be damned.

“i guess i am, he was good friends with my brother,” you smiled, and he didn’t miss the glint of sadness that passed through your eyes, gone as fast as it had initially appeared. “but i just moved here, so i thought being at a party on a thursday night wouldn’t be too bad to socialize.”

“makes sense, thursday parties are always where you’ll find the coolest people,” he laughed softly, suddenly realizing how much he had sobered up from your presence alone.

“yeah, i can see that,” you chuckled, taking your legs up to the couch as you sipped on your drink. “they look especially cool,” you said with an amused smile, pointing in the direction where two of his best friends now laid on the floor, legs propped up on the opposing couch as they giggled away.

“yeah, mark has a really low tolerance to weed,” he grimaced humorously, not being able to conceal the fondness in his words.

“you know them?” you asked, turning back to face him and propping the side of your face on the back rest of the couch.

“hmh, i know mostly everyone here,” he smiled, allowing himself to admire the pretty factions of your face. “except the girl jisung is basically eating right now.”

his words made a small laugh escape your lips, and he realized he wouldn’t mind trying to be funny if it meant hearing that sound again.

“it’s always the shy ones,” you mumbled humorously, eyes scanning the room until you pointed at someone else. “what about her?” chenle followed your gaze to where a girl was currently trying to get renjun railed up from the other side of the table. “that’s ning yizhuo. lovely girl, a menace though.”

“hmm, and is that her boyfriend?” you nodded, gaze shifting at where his friend smiled fondly at her previous subject.

“god no, that’s just renjun…”

like that, hours passed until he had to make himself responsible for getting all his friends (or the remaining two that had not mysteriously disappeared and were still on the floor) home for the day. he couldn’t leave without getting your phone number, though. not when you had so easily clicked.

you're my missing puzzle piece finally it fits you fill up all of the wounds in my broken heart

it was normal for some days to be better than others.

everyone had bad days, and this just happened to be one of them.

to chenle, days like these didn’t come with tears, or even with sadness or annoyance. they came with emptiness, indifference and a feeling of floating outside of his body, looking down at the empty shell that was supposed to be his home above anything else.

his phone kept ringing from its place on his desk as he laid in bed, watching the first show that came to mind even though he wasn’t paying attention. the only thing he could feel was the warmth coming from the small body of his dog laying against his stomach, anchoring him to reality. 

it wasn’t until later that he finally decided to check his notifications, skipping around some and making sure to let his friends know he was alive and well, just busy; planning to go right back to his activities before a specific text caught his attention

i can already feel this is gonna be a shitty day

your text dated back to around five hours prior, making him feel immediately guilty for not having responded. even then, he could find himself smiling slightly from the way you seemed to be so in sync.

you guessed it

he didn’t mean to sound dry, but there wasn’t enough energy in his body to type more than that. the boy didn’t expect you to answer quickly, he hadn’t. but still, he kept his phone a little closer as he went back to his place in his bed. it didn’t take long for it to ring, and he would be slightly embarrassed to admit how fast he had checked it.

would you absolutely despise having a bad day together? kinda don't want to be alone rn

his heart skipped a beat as he read what you had sent. he understood how you felt, of course; he had felt like that a million times. what he didn’t understand is why you would want to spend time with him out of all people.

he had a million flaws, a million questions.

but he also had butterflies swarming around his stomach, making him feel something for the first time that entire day.

i would not despise it in the slightest, want me to go pick you up?

since when did he have the will power to stand up and drive?

nah, ill take an uber

also, do you like mint choco ice cream?

his nose furrowed ever so slightly. he knew you couldn’t be that perfect.

bring that to my house and i won’t answer the door.

the faintest smile took place on his lips at the sight of your answer.

i wanted to bully you about something, i’m getting cookie dough

so you were actually that perfect.

it didn’t take much convincing from his own brain to get up and take a quick shower, the need to look presentable in front of you seemingly greater than his laziness. right as he was finishing drying his hair, he heard a knock on the door. he moved with no rush to open it, not wanting to seem desperate to see you. once he did, though, he thought it was worth it to look ridiculous if that would somehow communicate to you how absolutely majestic you looked, baggy hoodie and pajama pants be damned.

“hey, lele,” you smiled, weaker than you usually did.

“hey, pretty,” he returned the gesture as he moved to let you in. “you okay?”

“not really,” you said with a big sigh. “but i have you, ice cream and daegal, so i think i’ll survive.”

and he really hoped you kept your word, because he didn’t think he wanted to spend another bad day without you.

before I realized it, you became my everything my missing puzzle piece

“dude, why are you so nervous? she’ll be here soon,” jeno spoke as he watched chenle look down to his phone again for what felt like the thousandth time in the last five minutes.

“he always gets like this when she doesn’t let him pick her up,” jisung sighed, watching his helpless friend with tired eyes.

“i just want to make sure she’s safe, and she normally doesn’t take this long,” chenle finally spoke up, going into your chat to see if he had missed any texts. he hadn’t.

“everything will be okay, she’ll be here soon. besides, i'm sure she's just excited to drive her new car,” mark assured, giving him a reassuring look that only he could ever manage.

just as chenle opened his mouth to speak again, the doorbell rang. 

“see, i told you.” the oldest boy smiled, pointing at the door to signal him to go open it.

chenle didn’t even say anything, rushing to the door while butterflies erupted in his stomach like it did every time seeing you was even a possibility.

once he opened it he was greeted with the sight of your smiling face, sparkly eyes looking up at him in that way that made him think everything would be alright.

“hey, pretty,” he smiled, ignoring the need to pull you into his arms and never let you go and moving to the side to let you in.

“hi, lele,” you smiled back, going inside before giving him a quick hug as a greeting. the contact was quick, not even giving him enough time to hug you back; but at least it was there. “sorry for taking so long, it took about three hours to find a way to zip this shit up.” you apologized, gesturing at the corset-like top that hugged your curves so incredibly beautifully, although barely noticeable under the oversized jacket you wore.

“it’s okay, how did you manage?” he asked amused, doing little to hide the ways his eyes gave your body a once over.

“i didn’t, hence the jacket,” you laughed, rushing to pull it down while making sure the top wouldn’t fall off and turning around to give your back to him. “help me, please?”

the sight of your bare back made chenle’s knees weak and his mind wonder. still, he moved as quickly as he managed to pull the zipper up, smirking softly at the way your skin prickled when his skin accidentally touched yours.

“shit, your hands are so cold,” you laughed softly, waiting until he was done before pulling the jacket back up and  turning to face him once again. “all good now?” you asked, raising your arms a little childishly as if you were waiting for him to evaluate the look you had chosen for your night out.

he took the opportunity to look at your body again and his breath almost hitched at the sight of how the top looked. if it looked good unzipped, he thought this new development was going to kill him.

“beautiful,” he nodded, looking back up to your face. 

“good, that’s what i was going for,” you smiled, looking at him for a couple more seconds before walking towards the room where the rest of your friends awaited.

chenle followed, smiling as he watched you greet them so comfortably. 

“yizhuo is waiting there with jimin, so let’s go,” you spoke, urging them up from the couch and earning a couple complaints, even when they obeyed regardless.

the night continued on once you finally got to the club, reuniting with the rest of your friends and setting a goal to get as drunk as you possibly could.

chenle decided to take it easy, though, not willing to risk anything happening to you, or anyone for that matter. 

he realized now that it was a terrible mistake, because maybe if he was drunk he wouldn’t be so aggravated by the sight of you staring up into eunseok with those big eyes of yours, doing little to hide the giggles that escaped your lips as he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

he couldn’t help but stare, gripping the glass on his hand like it had personally pushed you over to the guy who was now placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you okay?” jisung asked, pushing his shoulder with his own to grab his attention.

“i’m done for the night, i think,” chenle responded, watching how eunseok leaned closer, your lips almost touching.

“let’s go then, i’ll drive.” his best friend nodded, always ready to be there for him.

“i can’t go, i drove her here and her car is at my apartment,” he sighed, tearing his eyes away when he really couldn’t watch the scene in front of him anymore.

“buddy, i don’t she’s going to need her car,” jisung grimaced. 

chenle knew he was right, and he really really didn’t want him to be.

“yeah, i know,” chenle nodded, feeling so incredibly defeated.

“let’s go,” jisung threw an arm around his best friend’s shoulder, walking him out of the building like he was a little kid.

in times like these was when chenle was the most grateful for having chosen the friends he had.

the fact that I have flaws and that I'm not perfect either made me feel smaller

it’s funny how life works.

well, how chenle’s life works.

when things went good, they were really good. he laughed, he joked, and he found himself forgetting about the huge hollow that hunted his chest. he was able to give his friends everything back and more, be the talkative and loud chenle everyone loved without anything holding him back; without making them worry.

however, when things got bad; he felt like there was no escaping it. the hole in his chest felt deeper than ever, like it was consuming him from the inside out.

the funny thing was that both of those feelings had walked hand in hand with your presence in his life.

it isn’t like you had done anything wrong, of course. you didn’t owe him anything, you never had. but he couldn’t help but feel like his soul was shrivelling and dying when you went over to pick up your car wearing what he could only assume was eunseok’s shirt. 

he had suddenly felt so little, so insignificant in a world of men that could ever want you. and still, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you paced around his living room, keys in hand while you told him all about your exciting night.

you weren’t doing it on purpose. in your head, nothing was wrong with telling your best friend about your adventures.

but he still felt like dying.

“and then i looked for you so you wouldn’t worry about driving me, but yizhuo told me you had left already,” you smiled, a sparkle in your eyes that he really fucking wished it was him who was causing it.

“yeah, i just didn’t feel like staying,” he gave you a tight lipped smile, nodding a little awkwardly.

“did anything happen?” you furrowed your eyebrows, stopping mid step and giving him a concerned look.

“nah, the music was just bad.” he shrugged, trying his best to ignore the flutter on his stomach at the sight of your worry,

“i know for a fact that you liked the music, you told me so when we got there.” you pressed, moving closer to him. “you sure everything was okay?”

chenle watched your face, not being able to stop himself from admiring how pretty you looked from up close. he couldn't help but think you’d look prettier if it was his shirt you wore, though. 

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

and he was tempted to do just that. tell you everything about how he wished it was him kissing you at parties, getting to sleep next to you after having such a fun night.

but he knew he couldn’t tell you that.

“of course, but i promise nothing is wrong.” liar.

“okay, i’ll believe you this time,” you sighed, replacing your concerned look with a small smile. “anyways, i wish i could stay, but i made plans for brunch with the girls.”

he nodded softly, eyes closing when your hand reached out to ruffle his hair.

“i’ll talk to you later, lele,” you gave him a gentle smile.

“bye,” his own smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it normally did.

but we can fill each other's gaps in between so we don't realize we're empty hello, long time no see, it's been a while

chenle laid on his bed, curled up beside daegal as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

jisung had left his apartment just a couple hours before, reluctantly leaving him on his own with his thoughts. he wasn’t having a bad day, but not a good one either. he was just kind of there.

that is, until a knock on his door woke him up from his trance. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he wasn't expecting anyone. he contemplated the thought of just letting whoever it was think he wasn’t there, but the knocking was too continuous to ignore.

“i’m going, jesus,” he mumbled with annoyance as he reached the door. he wasn’t expecting anyone, much less you

“hi, lele,” you gave him a tender smile, standing in front of him with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

“hi,” he breathed out, ignoring the way his heart began to race. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i haven’t seen you in a bit, i missed you,” your voice sounded slightly unsure as you looked down to your shoes, and it broke his heart a little.

“i’m sorry,” he answered, remorse evident in his voice. “i just figured you were busy with eunseok.”

that wasn’t supposed to come out. he had gone over this exact situation in his head multiple times these days, coming to the conclusion that he should never mention eunseok’s name if you didn’t first to save himself from the trouble of listening to you talk about him.

“why would i be busy with him? that was a one time thing,” you said, genuinely confused. “and it was also like three weeks ago.  besides, i would way rather spend time with you, so let me in and let's have some ice cream.”

chenle felt so incredibly relieved by your words that felt as if he could cry right there. after all those days he spent wishing you were there with him, you finally were. choosing him over anyone else.

he moved out of the way to let you into his house, watching the way you moved around so comfortably, so familiarized with his space.

“you have to do your dishes, there are only two clean bowls.” you said as you began serving the ice cream, halting your actions the moment that you felt chenle’s strong arms wrap around your waist as he hugged you from behind. “oh, hey.” you chuckled softly, letting the spoon fall and turning around in his arms, letting him burrow his face on the crook of your shoulder.

“i missed you too,” he said, barely above a whisper against the skin of your neck.

“good thing that i’m here now, then,” you smiled, reaching to hug him right back, hand travelling to his hair to leave gentle caresses.

“hmh, really good,” he nodded, allowing himself to bask in your warmth for the first time in days. he would be embarrassed later, he needed this right now.

“wanna leave the ice cream for later?” you asked, your voice so gentle it was beginning to drive him mad.

“please, if that’s okay.” he nodded, moving away from you slightly and avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“don’t act shy now,” you laughed, poking his cheek to make him look at you before moving to put the ice cream in the freezer. “people won’t believe me if i tell them i made the zhong chenle shy and clingy.”

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in amusement, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards his room wordlessly.

“go ahead, i’ll deny deny deny.” he laughed, watching your eyes visibly soften when the personality you loved so much started shining again.

“just tell me you hate me,” you joked, hopping onto his bed and focusing your attention on the dog that wiggled her tail excitedly. “oh, hi baby.”

chenle smiled brightly at the sight of his two favorite girls, drinking it in for a couple seconds before getting onto the bed next to you. “she’s my baby, not yours.”

you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, pulling her closer to your body. “i am her mother, and there’s nothing you can do about it but accept me with an open heart.”

god, how he wished you knew he had deemed you her mother the first night he met you. 

“i guess i don’t have another option, do i?” he sighed deeply, not being able to conceal his smile.

“nope, not now that i know you missed me too.”

that day, something inside of chenle began healing, the feeling of your unfiltered affection weaving through the fabric of his heart.

this little piece I carried everywhere in my pocket to make it look fuller, let's stay together in a beautiful way because I met you now I draw a bigger picture.

“bro, it was not like that!” you exclaimed, laughing loudly as you pushed mark’s shoulder before making your way back to your place under chenle’s arm.

“it fully was! that was the first thing you told me.” he laughed too, pushing you right back, further into chenles body.

“okay, but i didn’t say it like that,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“yes you did! you looked at me all judgy like this,” mark nodded, giving you an overdramatic judgy look.

“not my fault that you can’t handle your weed, and it was also the first thing chenle told me about you.” you threw your friend under the bus, because if you fell, he would fall right by your side.

“oh, so it was your fault i was humiliated,” the oldest boy looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

“i think that’s completely unimportant,” chenle spoke up, his hand subconsciously caressing the side of your arm. “i hope we all remember jisung was literally consuming a random girl’s face when this was happening.”

jisung’s eyes opened wide, his mouth following right away to jump into his own defense. “she was not random! you’ve literally met her before!”

“that doesn’t make it better, you were still sucking on her face,” chenle annoyed, enjoying the way chuckles escaped your lips.

he would do anything to listen to the sound of your laugh, even if it meant ridiculizing himself.

“at least i was brave enough that night,” jisung mumbled, face red because of the previous accusations.

“ohh, shit,” hyuck laughed, eyes wide as he egged on the teasing that hadn’t even started yet.

“what is that supposed to mean, bitch?” chenle asked, obvious humor in his voice.

“take that as you will,” the youngest threw his hands up in surrender, making a subtle gesture between the two of you in the process.

“jisung is right,” renjun nodded, a teasing smile on his lips as he watched jeno and jaemin nod in agreement. “i think everyone but you got laid that night,” he continued on, gesturing at hyuck and mark as well. “except them, but there’s nothing new there.”

chenle couldn’t help but roll his eyes, attempting to hide the embarrassment he felt by his friends words, considering the only girl he had interacted with that night was sitting right next to him.

“and yet he’s the only one with a girl right now,” you spoke up, catching all of them by surprise. “so i would say he won.”

everyone in the room let out surprised laughs and soft exclamations, looking at chenle, awaiting for his reaction.

“fuck yeah i did,” he smiled cockily, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he pulled you closer to his body, tilting his head to kiss your hair.

“i’m actually gonna throw up,” hyuck said, fake gagging at the sight of his action.

“now you know how i feel when you and mark get all gay,” you joked, furrowing your nose in fake disgust.

“that’s literally homophobic,” jaemin teased, mockingly covering jeno’s ears with his hands.

“how can i be homophobic? my bitch is gay,” you quoted humorously, your hand going up to grab chenle’s jaw for emphasis.

“i’m literally not though?” he asked, confused yet still amused.

“so you admit to being my bitch?” you asked, a cocky smirk forming in your lips.

everyone in the room started fake gagging at the same time, making you and chenle let out simultaneous loud laughs.

more than having everything to never lose anything is more important, i realized it because of you

chenle found himself pacing around his living room once again, checking his phone every five seconds for any sign of life from you.

it wasn’t like he needed you to check in with him every five minutes, but you had let him know you had left your house more than half an hour, and the drive took about twenty minutes.

he was beginning to get worried, having left a voicemail already. he was dialing your number again when his screen lit up with a call from you, so he answered immediately.

“hey, what’s up? is everything okay?” he asked, his words sounding slightly exasperated.

“hey lele, everything is fine,” you assured, although your voice sounded softer than normal. “i’m kind of at the hospital right now, though.”

chenle’s heart stopped in his chest, fear immediately crawling up his throat. he didn’t even know what he would do if anything happened to you.

“what? why are you there? which hospital? don’t move, i’ll be right there.” he said, all too fast for you to answer his questions.

“i’m at NCU, a car hit mine on the way to your house,” you explained, sounding far too relaxed for the words that were coming out of your mouth. “but i’m okay, nothing serious happened, just hurt my ankle a little.”

“i’m on my way, please don’t do anything until i’m there,” he asked, already out of the door and ready to go find you. 

“i won’t, i promise,” you smiled softly, endeared at his reaction. “but everything is fine, lele, you don’t need to worry.”

“of course i’m worrying, you were in a car crash.” he pushed, getting inside his car to go find you.

“but i didn’t get hurt, so please drive safely.” you smiled softly, chuckling onto the mic. 

“i’ll be there in a minute, baby.” he spoke firmly, ending your conversation there without giving you any more room to argue.

you couldn’t contain the giddy giggle that escaped your lips, nodding even if he couldn’t see you.

“okay, i’ll wait.”

it didn’t take long, of course, considering the way chenle was pushing the speed limit the entire time. 

“yn! hey, i’m here,” he called, rushing to your side as you sat in the waiting room.

“hi, lele,” you chuckled, waiting for him to catch up.

“how are you? does it hurt? what happened to the bitch that hit you? i will go find them.” he spoke too fast again, cradling your face in his hands to look at you all over. he knew you had assured your well being multiple times in the past conversations, but he wouldn’t be able to find peace until he made sure for himself that whichever bitch hit you didn’t cause any serious damage.

“i’m okay, just a little, he’s fine too, and that's not needed.” you chuckled, letting him do whatever he needed.

“good, i’m glad you’re okay,” he let out a sigh of relief once he made sure you were unscathed, still not letting go of your face. “that was the scariest call i’ve ever received.”

“i opened the call by telling you i was fine!” you giggled, cuddling into his palm. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“don’t be, i’m just happy you’re good,” chenle smiled, leaning in to leave kisses scattered on your face. that was new, but he really couldn't contain the overwhelming affection that had entered his mind with the fear.

“can we go home now? i’m starving,” you asked, smiling softly at the new development but still not daring to say anything.. 

“sure, pretty, let’s go,” he nodded, leaving one last kiss on your forehead before parting away.

even though chenle would always recall that day as one of the top ten scariest moments in his life, he’s also incredibly fond of the memory. everything you were involved with felt healing, even being scared.

you're my missing puzzle piece shining so bright you became a scene in the world that I always tried to fit in by myself just like I can't let go of your hand that I'm holding tightly my world can't be completed without you

“be careful with your foot, please” chenle asked softly as he watched you walk on the elevated side of the road, his hand instinctively extended towards you to give you support if you needed it.

“the accident was three weeks ago, lele, i’m more than fine,” you laughed softly, stumbling a little and finding his hand to hold you up.

the elevation ended, so you hopped off and tangled your fingers with his instead. chenle felt his heart filled with warmth as he squeezed your hand, enjoying the simple show of affection.

it had been like that for a while, with you two walking in the limbo between being friends and so much more. it was common knowledge that you had crossed a line, of course, but nothing was defined and no kisses were exchanged.

which, if you asked chenle, was absolutely ridiculous.

ridiculous because he was overwhelmed by the thought of kissing you all day, every day. when he showered, when he ate, when he worked, even when he slept. in all his 23 years of living, the need to feel someone’s lips on his had never been as overwhelming.

but something about it scared him.

kissing you would mean that there was no way back from the line you had just barely crossed. no way back from all the possibilities of being in a relationship with you brought along. you were everything he had ever wanted. being with you felt like being invincible; like he could overcome anything life threw his way as long as he felt the weight of your hand in his.

and it scared him, because he had never felt that way before. he had never allowed himself to dream big enough, never allowed himself to even dare to believe he could reach those impossible thoughts

but then you came along and believed it for him.

you pushed him to do everything he was scared to do. from the small things like sweeping out spiders instead of killing them to the big ones like actually communicating his feelings; he could do it all of it was you by his side.

and so, even when the idea of risking losing you was the most terrifying thing he had ever gone through, it was fairly compensated by the way your sparkly eyes stared at him in awe when he got a little closer.

chenle tried to wake up from the trance he had fallen into, to pay attention to whatever anecdote was flowing out of your lips. but he couldn’t, not when you were wearing that tinted lip gloss you liked so much. not when you were so close that he could almost taste it.

your attention was called when the taller boy stopped in his tracks, making you do the same and give him a questioning look.

“everything o-?” the words died in your mouth when he pulled you closer by his hold on your hand, making you stand mere inches away from him. “lele?”

he couldn’t get himself to say anything, so he did the next best thing. he used his free hand to cup your jaw, angling your head just enough for his lips to ghost over yours.

“sorry, wasn’t listening,” he muttered, his eyes travelling around your face before settling onto your plump lips.

“it’s okay,” you breathed, your own eyes mirroring his. “i like this better anyways.”

and that was everything he needed to push him over the edge. your lips clashed together in a matter of seconds, seemingly making fireworks explode around you like it was new years. the best part though, was that you fit together like puzzle pieces.

may we never lose each other my missing puzzle piece

if someone were to ask, chenle would tell them all about how there used to be something fundamentally wrong with him.

and for the first time in his life, he could tell them that he knew exactly what it was. the you-shaped hole in his chest, but not for the reasons everyone would think.

the loneliness that haunted him for so long wasn’t because he didn’t have someone that loved him romantically; not because he hadn’t found the person that fit him like a puzzle piece. 

it was because he hadn’t found the person that pushed him enough to work on himself, someone that was so secure in their love that wouldn’t hesitate to call him out when he shut down for too long, to reach out and make him accept that help without any buts.

although, contrary to what he would’ve thought before, that person wasn’t whole herself. she had big gaps, wounds that were not even nearly healed and much to work on. that room for growth was what made you so great, because you understood the hollow; you had one of your own.

and while the tearings were still being patched, they fit together like puzzle pieces.

chenle used to think that that was what you were. his missing piece, the fragment of himself he had been born without.

but it was times like these, when he watched you animatedly talk to the gravestone that laid on the grass next to the beautiful flowers you had brought, that he reminded himself that neither of you needed your cracks to be filled by each other. what you needed was someone that urged you to continue growing into them and fill them yourself.

now he understood that two pieces of a puzzle couldn’t fit together if they weren’t whole themselves.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; oh hi guys !! i come back with this fic as an apology for being so absent content wise these days, but anyway. this is dedicated to my pookie @spacejip because she deserves all the chenle content out there. also, this has nothing to do w the fic but am i the only one that re reads her fics? like i just spent an hour re reading delb and i giggled at my own jokes is this normal 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @mae3xoxo @morkiee @taroddori 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

© peterm4rker, 2025

[kruegerspillow]

TF 141 men + nicknames they'd give you

creator's note: just a lil post for funsies, and this was posted in the middle of the night, sooo i sincerely apologize for any mistakes I've done here.

warnings: none.

one word.. love.

like he'd call you that any time hello?

loves to call you luvie, luv, love, literally however it is spelled.

won't call you by that in deployment though. one time it slipped and he restrained himself from talking to you for the whole mission.

THIS MAN WILL LITERALLY USE ANY WORD AS YOUR NICKNAME ??

he had called you sweetheart, sweets, darling, love, my only one, literally anything.

dude gets so creative sometimes too 😭 if you're talkative he'll be calling you a chipmunk, and if you're quiet you're probably going to get the ‘ghost 2.0’ nickname, or when you're sleepy you'll get sleeping beauty.

DEFINITELY LOVES TO CALL YOU NICKNAMES IN HIS MOTHER TONGUE !

nicknames like bonnie, lass/lad, hen, or anything— will literally never stop leaving his mouth.

he loves calling you by those nicknames. especially when you have not even a single knowledge about his language.

he had even called you his ‘an tiodhlac as daoire’ once, and he had never even told you what it meant. he loves it when you're clueless.

LITTLE ONE 🔛🔝

will never stop calling you by that, especially after you've called him an old man.

he'd never mean it as an insult though, it's a way to show his adoration towards you.

loves it when you get a little grumpy whenever he calls you that, will apologize for his ‘misbehavior’ but he doesn't really mean it.

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor

connie falling in luv w his bsf sister ; a series? idk

enjoy! it’s been a while i’m sorry😔

“con, this is my sister— step sister, y/n.” jean introduced you to the shorter dude with his buzzcut dyed lime green. “y/n, this is my friend, constance.” jean smiled because he knew he was about to piss connie off.

“nice to meet you, constance—“

“don’t call me that.” he glared at you whilst he spoke in a cold tone. jean snickered as your friendly smile dropped.

“is that not your name?”

“it is but you can call me connie. don’t let your brother get you fucked up.” for it to be the first time meeting him, he was kinda mean. but you guessed you had to respect his boundaries if you two were gonna get along, even if he was rude in establishing them.

jean shoved connie to the side. “don’t talk to her like that. keep on, i’ll kick the shit outta your lil ass.” but all he did was shrug and walk away.

“sure.” jean turned to you with a sympathetic look on his face.

“sorry bout him. he’s an asshole.” you glared your brother down.

“figures.”

jean obviously wasn’t your blood brother but he was your older brother through marriage. his dad married your mom a few years ago but you two had been around each other for longer than that so the marriage brought you closer over time. jean had moved out when he finished college and invited you to move in with him so you did. he was the only man in the world you trusted enough to live with. connie was younger than jean but a little older than you so he was friends with jean for a while. you just never bothered to meet him when he came over and stayed in your room instead. but it was different this time because jean actually asked you to meet his friend this time so you didn’t see a problem with it.

“your sister’s cute.” connie took a hit of the blunt he had in his hand. jean kicked him in the leg.

“you know how i feel about that.”

“what?” he looked clueless but he knew what jean referred to.

“you hittin on my sister and you don’t even do relationships—“

“whoa.. i didn’t say anything about relationships. literally just said she was cute, calm down.”

“i don’t even want you thinking she’s cute. think she’s ugly or something.”

“but she’s not though.”

“oh really? i—“ jean was about to pull out his phone and show the most embarrassing pictures he had of you, but luckily you had walked into the room before he could.

“jean, can i borrow your car?” jean looked at you like you were crazy. the only reason you were asking was because your car was in the shop so you had no choice but to utilize the brother you had. you just hated asking or relying on people for things.

“uh no. take the bus.” connie let out a snicker before your eyes darted to his reaction. all you did was roll your eyes and continued the conversation with jean.

“i haven’t rode public transportation since high school. you know i’m only asking because lola in the shop right now…”

“…lola? you named your car?” connie felt the need to comment for whatever reason.

“shut up. yes, i did. you got a problem, baldy?” connie didn’t respond with anything else. “yeah. anyways, jean?” jean smacked his teeth before allowing you to get his keys.

“thank you, thank you!” you pulled your brother in for a hug. “love you, i’ll be back!”

“you better..” he mumbled.

“it’s the way you actually let her use your car. your dumbass didn’t even ask where she was going.” jean paused because he realized how right connie was. he was going to regret it but felt no need because the deed had been done and he’d deal with it whenever you came back.

“shut up. it’s the way you actually don’t know how to mind your fucking business.”

[deyisacherry]

hi i have two (2) questions

are you the person on yt that makes those masm sun x moon comps... bc if so, i have watched those so many times and im losing my mind i love them so much thank u for the content

bwahaha what are ur opinions on the episodes from today n yesterday (11/28 and 29) :3 ... rip any chance for sun and moon to be together legitimately EAHAHGFHA

OH HAIII

AJALDHWKD YEAHHH IT'S MEE KICKS A ROCK,,, OMGG YOU'VE SEEN THOSE AHWLFHEKFHWJJFD thank you so much for watching my silly compilations<'3333, the gays got me a YouTube editor arc fr

AND UHHHGHEJSWJHXKSFJ I HAVE SOSOSOSO MUCH TO SAAAY MANNNNNN YEAH ugbsuwhfjd iii guess we'll never have them siiigh idk what do i expect from this bois (no hate, just used to it)...

with complete honesty i do not support moon using a love potion on sun, HE SHOULD'VE TRIED SOMETHING ELSE, BE BETTER TO HIM, ANYTHING BUT THAAAT but then again my goodness he's so clueless he's so dumb he's SO INNOCENT AHWLFHEKF MY GUY DOESN'T UNDERSTAND EMOTIONS NO ONE HAS ACTUALLY GUIDED HIM PROPERLY TO KNOW WHAT TO DO, YEAH "BE NICER" BUT TELL HIM HOOOOW HE'S TOO SILLY

forcing someone to love you with love potions is crazy and not good, THEN AGAIN, MORAL?? SUN DID THE SAME AND NO ONE WAS TRASHING ON HIM FOR IT, THEY THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY HSQLHD??? and also

i

had so many cute little sun x moon moments without moon actually breaking any boundary MORE THAN JUST GIVING HIM A LIL KISSY ON THE CHEEK that i can't truly be grossed out by it

IT WAS ON HIS CHEEK WHEN IT COULD'VE BEEN ON HIS LIPS!!!! AND HE DIDN'T!!!! HE RESPECTS HIM!!!!! WJLSGEKJD

he was GENUINELY BEING SO NICE TO HIM, MY BOY WENT TO MAAAAKE CUPCAKES FOR HIM, NOT EVEN BUY, MAKE, HE MADE 129 CUPCAKES CAUSE DIDN'T KNOW WICH ONE WOULD HE LIKE THE MOOOSTGHJSJHSJSHSH

and and abqndbwnndbebfkf

don't get me wrong i don't HATE or despise Roxanne, i just don't like they're making her this DIRTY, THAT EVIL LAUGH GOT ME DEATH STARING AT MY PHONE AHQKHFKWGH ??? WHY WOULD SHE ACT LIKE THAAAT

on god was it just for the potion i would support her but this

THIS

TAKING SUN ON A DATE RIGHT AFTER HEARING HOW HEARTBROKEN MOON WAS???? THAT'S NOT COOL ROXANNE

they're all so fricking dumb dumb blocky dummies omg

AND DUDE MOON WASN'T EVEN MAD (yet) AT ROXANNE, HE WAS JUST SHOCKED AND SAD AND WALKED AWAYYYYYY, UGHHHHDWJZJS HE LITERALLY PROVED HE WOULD BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND

UGH MOONNNNN IF YOU ONLY HAD AN IDEA OF WHAT TO DO TO MAKE SUN THINK IT THROUGH AGAINNNNN

ughhhanshnebf but i guess by sun's words he will never like moon, i guess, i suppose, i dunno, i'm so saaaaaaaaaaad i just want my gay people, why is that so much to ask foooor THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE LOVEY DOVEY I JUST WANT THEM TO PLAY TOGETHER AND MOON GETTING SUN A LITTLE FLUSTERED AGAINNNN I CAN HAVE THAAAAT

anyway anygay......... i still like my ship

i respectfully don't fw roxanne x sun.......

and i am doomed to like doomed yaoi

THANKS FOR THE QUESTIONSSSS AAA

[valentine-writes]

Can you do enemies to lovers with 1016 Miles?? :3

[ this will be my last req for this account, moving to my new blog officially once this one is up! catch me on @l0vem41l <3 reqs will be open there when i'm ready ＞︿＜ ]

overachiever

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, burnout, reader also attends visions academy, reader is trying so so hard to not be mean and fails (im so sorry), one-sided academic rivalry, author doesn't know how american schools work (i am so so sorry), comfort (?) 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3」

↳ ft. miles morales (1610)

author's note: YES I CAN!!! however,, i put a lil twist on the prompt given and made it academic rivalry (i genuinely cant find a viable reason to beef w/ miles i am so sorry (-﹏-；) !!) anyways! hope this works with you!!! soz itz so short!!! :[[

"wow," your friend's eyes light up, scanning over your test results, "...you've gotta be like, the smartest person i know."

you laugh politely, smiling at them as they hand your paper back. "no, it's really not that big of a deal–"

"what do you mean 'not that big of a deal?! dude, you got 100% on a test most people failed." your friend shoves their paper in your face as evidence– a 57% in red on theirs. "that's like... the highest grade achievable. probably the highest in cla–"

"THIS GUY GOT A 101%!"

everyone turns to the voice– the loud kid who sat behind miles eyeing his test.

you blinked in disbelief. you didn't even know getting extra credit was possible on this one.

miles looked up at the faces of his staring peers faces filled with disbelief and slight annoyance, and fumbled to set his test face down on his desk. he flashed an awkward grin "uh... yeah?"

-

▸ you liked miles. he was friendly. sweet. genuine. you couldn't hate him if you wanted to. no, you didn't feel hate towards him. it was just... jealousy. simple, petty, burning jealousy.

▸ visions academy was something you had to work your ass off for, constantly studying just to stay on the level of the students who attended. NERDS. all of them were nerds. but you were attending this school too sooo,,,

and then there was miles. someone who barely even had to try to get the highest grades. he had you seething.

▸ the most humiliating part was the fact that he had little to no interest in competing with you at all. the few times you had spoken were awkward and curt on your end, and yes– it felt awful being so mean for something as small as personal resentment.

▸ nothing justified your one word responses or the accidental snark that would slip into those few words. you mentally kicked yourself for the times you watched his grin falter because of something you said, miles awkwardly trying to laugh off whatever cold remark you just shot at him.

he'd walk away, dejected, and you'd stand there for a moment– frozen as you fought the urge to run up to him and try to explain yourself or beg for forgiveness. it didn't make sense to at this point. maybe he'd just accept this was the way you were– the way things would be between you two.

▸ so yes, perhaps in your pursuit of favouring school over every other aspect of your life, your social skills were left rotting and underdeveloped. but you knew, deep down, it wasn't just you being awkward.

being around him made you feel small. talking to someone, radiating the aura of someone with a promise-filled future made you look completely directionless and clueless in comparison. the effort you put into your academics was almost repulsive to think about when miles could take a test with a blindfold on and probably still score 90s.

maybe it was the deep set fear that you'd never amount to anything if you didn't burn yourself out trying. all of a sudden, the academic validation of being good wasn't enough. not when you were one of the best once.

▸ you spent an absurd amount of time trying to avoid him, deliberately moving to the furthest corners of the library so he wouldn't see you there struggling to wrap your head around whatever you were being taught in physics.

heavens above forbid that he walk up to you, greeting you with that sunny smile and cheerful voice that could make anyone falter. you may have been jealous of him– but oh, how you hated that feeling that way when he nothing but well-meaning.

-

the last sip of your coffee– long cooled by now thanks thermodynamics– did nothing to make you feel less dead. you had lost track of the time you had spent practically decomposing in this library, studying for an upcoming physics test that had you reeling just by the mere thought of it.

you sighed, staring at the papers strewn on the desk. your hands fidgeted with the pencil in your hand, it's eraser and tip rendered flat and useless by now, as you tried to muster the energy to gather your things to leave. it was much too late. the library would be closed soon and you'd be forced to go back home to study at your own desk in your bedroom.

this was routine. go to school, study in the library until it gets dark, and go home to study more– the next day, you'd find yourself still awake and studying or with a headache, your cheek pressed to the desk, and drool on your notebook. yeah. your bed hasn't been used in a solid while. and science homework isn't exactly the comfiest pillow. but this is what you were used to.

standing up, you stretched out a bit– and immediately froze as a familiar voice called your name. you paused, reluctantly turning to the source of the voice.

"...god, morales–" you huffed, "you nearly scared me half to death."

this is the friendliest you've been towards him in a while, he notices, as you flash him a tiny, crooked smile on your tired face. all potential malice you could have held had been beaten out by your absolute lack of energy.

he approaches you and looks at your desk, considering what to say to fill the silent air. he places a hand on your shoulder, you stiffen–

"hey." miles flashes a grin, not his signature smile but,, somewhat of a forced smolder.

you stare and resist the urge to cringe, wondering if you were sleep deprived to the point of hallucinations. you gently brush his hand off your shoulder.

"...hi?" you respond, unsure of what to do.

miles is snapped out of whatever stupid trance he was in by your voice.

"oh– uh– yeah, hey," he repeats your name again, trying to recover from whatever that was, "is– is everything okay?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

he lets out a little chuckle. "you know what i mean. all... this." miles' hand gestures vaguely to your desk and current state of complete entropy. "how long have you been here?"

you avert your gaze, shame burning in your face. "i... don't know?"

a pause.

miles places a hand on your back this time, in an attempt of friendly comfort. geez, are they keeping you locked in here?" he quips, earning half of a dry laugh from you. "c'mon. you should probably get home and rest by now."

"but–" your lips part in protest, looking back up at him to argue– but he just looks back, concern filled in his dark doe-like eyes. all possibilities of fighting him on this were out the window.

"you need it." he insists, a gentle smile forming on his face. much better than the weird smoulder from earlier, you think. "i'll even walk you there."

before you can speak up, he moves away from you, beginning to help you gather up your things to pack up. you mumble a silent thank you to him, which he accepts happily with a nod.

as he hands over the papers, his eyes scan them. "oh! physics? i love physics."

"no shit, morales." you scoff, snatching up the papers from him and stuffing them in your bag. "it sure seems to love you."

yet again, you've managed to mess things up. you bite the inside of your cheek before you can say anything worse. a sigh escapes your lips, as you decide to at least try and save the interaction.

"look... i'm really sorry. it's been a rough day, i've been struggling to get the concepts down, i'm falling behind and feeling stupid as hell right now, and– to make everything worse, the fucking test is just stressing me out and i just– i just..." you trail off from your ramblings, a sob getting caught in your throat as your shaky hands grip your backpack.

"woah, woah, hey– it's okay."

he slowly puts an arm around your shoulder, careful not to startle you or make you uncomfortable. you don't even realize how you lean into him. "let's just get you home. you've done your best, yeah?"

you nod. he offers you a little smile.

"exactly. and that's enough. okay? you're doing more than you can handle right now." there's a few more shared words as he reassures you.

part of him wonders how long this had been going on– how long you had been working yourself until you broke– mainly because that test that was stressing you out was more than a week away. yeah. he'd need to convince you to watch after yourself more often.

-

"and now a silly one!!!" (more lighthearted hcs below for the aftermath of this becuz goodness me.)

▸ things definitely ease up around miles. if he can't convince you to step away from your work, he's chosen to be able to regulate it.

studying with him in a local cafe is now a frequent thing you two do together. miles always gives you time to work, but will then ever so subtly lure you into moving on from your work to hang out with him normally. and it works. every single time. you might start in the library or cafe, but where you'll be later? always a mystery.

whether it's a walk in the park, going back to his place to chat, or finding some random activity to do, you find yourself bonding with him more and more. your jealousy begins to fade, finding a friend in him instead of someone you have to one up.

▸ you both spontaneously decided to see a new horror movie once and accidentally got miles in trouble with his parents for coming home after curfew. and he'd 100% do it again in a heartbeat if you asked.

▸ no matter what you get on that next test, miles is going to congratulate you like it's the best he's ever seen. he's overjoyed to share your achievements, to celebrate them like no one in your life ever has.

miles holds up his test as you tell him your grade. "you got a 92? hey look– me too!"

a snarky voice speaks up, "well, i got a 98% so–"

"no one was talking to you." miles retorts.

you press a hand to your mouth and look away, trying to stifle laughter. was he always this sassy or did you just end up rubbing off on him?

▸ you both end up being extra studious for the next test (breaks included this time) and he's sure to be extra loud about congratulating you for your perfect 100%

maybe the sass wasn't all you,,, but the minor pettiness definitely is your influence. it's actually not. miles is pretty easygoing,, but man did he not like when that random ass kid gave you attitude.

you smile at miles, ensuring to do the same for him if not, a little louder

"what? 'm complimenting you." you tilt your head at miles' stunned expression.

for a moment, he stumbles over his words. "i know– you just– i didn't expect that from you, so–"

you laugh. "what? you want me to go back to being mean or something?"

miles laughs too. it's hard not to stare at the way he lights up a room like this.

▸ things feel lighter now. you've made social progress with others, you have a life beyond just school– and you have miles. part of you wonders if you'll ever be able to tell him just how much he means to you and how you wish you could've just been his friend from the start.

sometimes, in the corner of his eye, he catches your wistful stare. and though he doesn't utter a single word, you start to feel that he cherishes you just as much.

[pumpkinsy0]

now that curlys day to beat soda up is overrrrr, how about some over exaggerated, silly hcs of soda and curlys little feud they have going

(i genuinely dont think that soda actually hates curly. annoyed by him? yes absolutely. but curlys just another kid and if he makes pony happy, alright then😒)

tbh real!!! i dont think soda hates curly hes is just deeply annoyed by that BASTARD!!!!

•theres nothing soda does that rlly antagonizes curly, soda doesnt know curlys schedule for the day, neither does he rlly care to!! so for on lookers it truly just looks like its a one sided beef of curlys part😭

•even when soda tries to annoy curly on the rare times that he sees the dude, curlys heard wayyyyy worse, he thinks its so funny to hear soda try to push him away so he tries seeing soda here n there for entertainment. THATS sodas charm to curly, curly likes soda overall!!! soda can try to think of cursing combinations and pick up ones he hears on the street all he wants, curlys loving the attention

•curly will come into the dx w his rowdy friends and act like the place is a fast food joint, y r u at the register asking “yea can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh🤔🤔” BE SERIOUS!!!! if the dx sold rolling paper for joints i promise u curly would ask for it all the time and nothing else, maybe a chocolate bar but thats as far as it goes. hes in there for 20 minutes only to ask for rolling paper.

•lowkey their odd relationship has been around WAYYYY back when soda used to go to school, but it was obviously more laid back bc curly didnt care much for curly, he just messed w him for the love of the game. it was small things too like just giving soda shitty pens/pencils, pushing the chair from under him, dropping milk on him, all that jazz, just treating soda like everyone else but without the actual verbal abuse part😭😭😭

•soda got put into lower level classes, like classes w the freshmans and those were the only classes where he would entertain curlys bs, soda didnt rlly know anybody else so curly being there was a semi relief cause he could joke around a bit and get his GET BACKS🗣️🗣️bring up the time soda set a thumbtack on curlys chair and curly will strangleeeee u

•these two would definitely throw water balloons at each other. well SODA would, cause hes a FAIR, silly and SIMPLE guy. curly would fill a big ziploc bag cause he wants the BIGGEST amount of water to splash on that guy, curlys a cheater to the highest degree!!! although sometimes it wouldnt break upon impact immediately, so curly just through a bag of water at soda for no reason and now sodas face feels off

•would it b crazy of me to say that during the shepard vs curtis rumble, curly took his opportunity to slap the hell out of soda. didnt punch him, didnt target him the whole time, just slapped him here and there and moved on to someone else. till this day soda doesnt know who did it 100% bc his eyesight was a lil blurry, but he has an idea that it was curly

•soda likes shaking up the can of soda curly always steals when hes over/DEMANDS for him to get “cause im a guest”. everyone in the gang knows the trick of how to stop it from overflowing when its shaken bc lord knows nobody in that gang cant hold it without dropping some cans, so they just do it everytime before opening one as precaution, but curlys clueless on it so everytime he opens a can, its either it spills all over him or he has to quickly chug and choke❤️

•as a joke curly likes lighting his lighter near ppl to see them freak out, but bc soda is just a ball of energy, curlys accidentally set one of his flannels on fire A LITTLE BIT before he put it out and not sodas flannel as a piece if it thats just flat out burnt. thats the closest to hating curly soda has ever got

[ticklish-n-stuff]

How Obey me! characters react to you telling them you like being tickled

My ever growing love for Barbatos has slowly pulled me back to the om! obsession so uhh take these hcs x3

Lucifer

Wouldn't say much about it in the moment

But later on, he'll casually drag you to his room, plop you down on his bed, and just go to town on you

You're so confused and yet so giddy??

He also has a visible smile while wrecking you lol

Mammon

You have unleashed an actual beast

My dude gets so cocky

Bro he'd say the word 'tickle' in whatever context just to fuck with you

And then when you're all flustered he acts all clueless

He will make you ask him for tickles, unless he's really feeling the ler mood, then you better run-

Leviathan

Levi finds himself faced with the biggest decision ever in his life: tickle you or keep being a silly otaku?

It takes him a while to decide, but eventually settles for the first~

My man would get more flustered than you, give him a moment

But once he gets more confident, you are so dead. Like where does all this teasing come from??? How rude-

Definitely will tickle you to make you lose at games, or will lazily tickle you while watching anime and then get playfully annoyed "Keep it down will you"

Satan

"Shh I'm reading"

That bitch-

Just kidding, he can multitask

While he's reading his nerdy lil books, he pulls you onto his lap. One hand tickling you and the other holding his book.

It's hard to notice with you laughing and wriggling hysterically (just one hand is enough to hold you down) but there's a faint smile plastered on his face, even though his eyes seemed glued to his book

Asmodeous

"Really? Me too!"

Bro Asmo would just bombard you with questions about your preference and such, to him it's not that flustering talking about it but you're slowly dying on the inside hehe~

He's also just very open about his own experiences with tickling and tells you about them like it's the most casual thing ever

You two would have frequent tickle fights and he just knows *exactly* how to drive you up a wall

Beelzebub

You can practically see the 'lil hearts form in his eyes. How did this precious human get even more adorable?!

He's very big on cheer up tickles. Whenever you're down, he'll ask if he can do the thing and if you give him the okay he'll pick you up and gently tickle you until you forget why you were upset to begin with

Very caring ler, although can sometimes get a bit carried away

He's also great at aftercare, quickly getting you some water and a snack cause why not?~

Belphegor

Too sleepy to even pay attention to whatever you just said

It makes you pout, until he forcefully pulls you down with him and spoons you, giving you some lazy tickles

Will say that your laughter helps him sleep better, but he'll make up whatever lame excuse he can to cuddle and tickle chu uwu

Diavolo

He seems way too excited about it, but that's because he can be quite the softie and just finds that absolutely adorable

He is a gentleman and always asks for permission to tickle you, which makes it even more flustering having to outright admit it

He'd probably call you over just to tickle you because he finds it fun and relaxing (and you're not complaining)

Barbatos

"Hm? Oh, I already know. Still, it was cute watching you muster up the courage to tell me~"

AGAJDGAKDHKAHD?!?!?!?!

Your brain just breaks at that point. Damn him and his powers!

This man can read you like a book, he just KNOWS whenever you get a lee mood

He's suddenly behind you and you're like "Where did you come from?!" And he just smiles all innocently as you crumble under his wiggling fingers-

Simeon

"Really? Can I try?~"

Very sweet ler, which makes him very flustering-

He'll usually scoop you onto his lap and give you the softest of tickles

Will constantly ask if you're okay and if you're enjoying it, which always makes you all akdhakdhakdhsjdh

Luke

Please, this is the one time he feels that he holds a sense of power over someone, let him have his fun

At first he probably wouldn't get it, until he tried it and got addicted to seeing the happy and giddy expression on your face

Loves to sneak up on you, but will usually ask beforehand

Solomon

Will tease you to no end about it (as if he's one to talk, smh)

Becomes very cocky with this new information and will use it against you whenever and wherever, but is also discrete about it??

Like if he passes by he'll give you a quick poke or squeeze and keep going like nothing happened. But deep down you can just feel the *smug* energy radiating from him

[chaoticxbeast]

Chasing Shadows: A Little Brother's Quest

«We haven’t been back here in a while, brotha.» Bebop said to Rocksteady, punching him playfully in the shoulder.

«OW. Dunno bout you, but I sure missed this place.» Rocksteady said, and punched him back.

«OW. I miss it so much, it’s pissing me off brotha. It’s beautiful here. I love the smog. The lighting. It’s a MOOD..And the memories..The memories make me MAD.»

«Yeah I feel like crushing something! You know? Man I’m ANGRY.»

Michelangelo listened to the Bebop and Rocksteady chatting back and forth about their emotions, while he was bottling up his own hurt. His brothers were gone.

They’d been missing for days. Nobody knew anything, and the only clue he had was the sos signal that was lost a few days ago at the bronx, and one text from Leo.

Superfly.

That was all it said.

Mikey grieved. The feeling of being left behind, completely clueless and lost, was not unfamiliar to him.  But right now, it was stronger than ever. 

«I wanna crush something too, you guys.»  Mikey said, voice cracking under the strain of his suppressed anger, and pain.

The two big mutants stopped and looked at him. 

«Yea!? You angry lil’ toad?»  

«Stop calling me that.» Mikey snapped. «I’m not a little toad!»

«Hokey…lil' brotha? That better?» 

«Lil’ dude.» Bebop teased.

Mikey’s face scrunched into an angry frown. Was he doomed to be the runt all his life? These guys were just doing the same as his older brothers were doing. Mikey felt his hurt and anger flare up, and he clenched his fists and yelled. «Quit it!!  I’m not a kid!» 

«Ohh he’s angry. Nice!! Makes you feel nice n’ strong don’t it.» 

«Yeahh be MAD lil’ brotha. Be MAD.»

Be mad? Yea..he was mad. Mikey’s face grew furious, as he watched the who giant mutants leading the way infant of him. Ohh yeah he was mad. He was gonna get those people who took his brothers. Get em back. Beat em good! The two looked back at the turtle, and nodded to each other. «Oh yeah he's MAD.»

«Lesse. We can find that feels real good to smash! Something that goes CRASH with a BIG C» Bebop said, looking around them. 

«Yeah! Here.» Rocksteady picked up some old bottles from the ground, and gave one to the grieving, angry little turtle. 

«Crush it lil' brotha. Throw it as hard as you can against that big ol’ sign over there.» 

Mikey tossed the bottle in his hand a few times, flipping it once, twice, before sending it flying at the sign with all the strength he had. The bottle exploded as it hit the sign, and the three covered from the shattering fragments.

«Yeah!.. Nice!! That felt good, didn’t it?» Bebop grinned, looking back at Mikey. « Nice arm you got. Try again!»

Mikey took a deep breath, and grabbed another bottle, tossing it in his hand a few times, before sending it hurling into a big pile of scrap metal. It smashed into little pieces with a loud crash. 

«SUPAFLYY!!!!!!» Bebop roared, voice booming like a cannon causing Mikey and Rocksteady to stagger off to the side holding their ears.

«You sure he’s here?» Mikey said as he recovered, and glanced around cautiously, wondering if they were dead meat coming here. They were not exactly on good terms last time.

«I don't know.» Bebop replied cooly, walking on. "Sure felt good yellin' tho!!!"

«But if he is back..he is here. And we need him.» Rocksteady replied, and bebop nodded, smiling. His brother was so smart! 

«I'm gonna get real mad when I see him though. OR real happy. OR both.» 

«I bet.» Bebop replied. 

«But that’s natural brotha.He's our BIG brotha after all. And I dunno about you. But my heart's hurting.»

«Me too..» Rocksteady said, softly.

«Me three..» Mikey said, following close behind.» 

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Headcanons I love even tho they go against my main beliefs for these characters

Ace/Aro bakugou. Idk why but I just. Love it. So much. Like yes lil dude be free!!! Fuck nobody!!! You never needed bitches!!!

And especially the headcanons where he's like. Absolutely clueless about love. Like Mina will ask "so bakugou what's your type?" And he just looks confused n goes "?? You mean my blood type???"

Izuku and Katsuki being brothers. Like not literal brothers by blood but they have that brotherly bond. I actually do ship dekubaku but this headcanon is still very dear to me and I think in another universe it could work.

Like it's so funny imagining them fighting the way brothers do or being mean to each other but also having each other's backs and protecting/defending the other. I love that for them

Idk why but asexual todoroki just. Wow. I love him

I feel like he would still want a romantic relationship just without the sex part. Like he's totally cool with kissing or cuddling bc cmon there is no way in HELL this boy is not absolutely touch starved.

I feel like while Ace bakugou thinks sex is gross and is repulsed by it, ace todoroki is just indifferent to it. He doesn't rlly care or have any feelings towards it. Like ok bestie go smush your peepees together while I watch the entire Beverly Hills Chihuahua franchise

As much as I love my blorbos bakudeku together I have to admit the idea of izuku being the token straight friend in a class full of the ell gee bee tees is so fucking funny to me. Like he doesn't understand the lingo and is absolutely sweating his balls off trying not to say something offensive and it's just hilarious. He accidentally uses she/her instead of they/them once and almost commits seppuku ( a japanese style of suicide which includes disembowelment)

I'm sure he includes everyone's pronouns in their description in his notebook to make sure he remembers what to use

Nonbinary jirou just. Fits. Like idk what anyone has to say about that but look me in the eye and tell me that bitch doesn't put on a binder

They're an enby and also bisexual bc I am correct about everything.

Trans kiri just works.

If deku doesn't grow up to be tall as fuck then I will literally have a meltdown

does he not look like the tall lanky nice friend that can't even say fuck??? Look me in the eye and tell me that. Do it.

Eri grows up to be really tall

Like idk where this comes from but to me she's just. Tall. Girly doesn't get you things from the top shelf she IS the top shelf

Also I personally don't like the eri x kota ship, I think it's kinda weird to be wanting these whole ass 6 year Olds to date, idk but it makes me uncomfortable

I saw a post once that said that Ochaco would be an active memelord (back when that term wasn't cringe) and oh my god. No. This bitch wouldn't know anything.

She has a fucking flip phone I doubt she has access to motherfucking twitter

I think she'd be like Izuku where she's just absolutely clueless on the lingo and slang and feels left out when her friends reference memes she's never seen before

And even if they do take the time to send her one or two she wouldn't understand it

I also saw this in a different post but tsuyu listens to asmr

Tokoyami too

I love the black Mina headcanons but I'm filipino and so starved of representation so I'll just pretend she's half pinoy but grew up in japan so she doesn't really know much of the language (you'd be surprised how many of us don't speak our native language despite living here all our lives)

Himikos eyebags come from the many long nights she spent as a villain doing literally anything else but getting a good night's sleep. Like I know in the backstory episodes we see her with the eyebags as a child, but when I first watched the show I just assumed that that was the reason she had them, and I'll stick to that till I die

Mirio is autistic. Do not argue with me I am right.

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OC Deep Dive - Caius Lennox

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Fear of being deafened in a way he cannot heal from - Caius's life and passion is performing to music. If he can't hear it, well... He was almost deafened by a Daughter of Cacophony having a lil' menty b, and that fear was brought to the forefront of his mind like, "oh fuck I could lose everything if this went.”

Do they have any pet peeves?

He cannot stand being referred to as 'ordinary'. That impression comes with the idea that he is boring, that he can be ignored and taken advantage of, etc. He'd rather be hated than not be thought of at all. Spending time as a street kid, and later, a sex worker really laid in this dislike of people treating him as being nothing, something to be used, and after Embrace, he's found it pretty intolerable.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

1. A battered and neglected old laptop. He's had it since he was human, and it's barely working, but he doesn't use it for much more than web browsing and watching movies.

2. A contacts case with violet contacts on his bedside table. His eyes are actually blue, like Clover's, in drag, but he feels the need to be 'otherworldly' when he's himself. (Also he's become too committed to the bit! Could you imagine the talk at Elysium??) He cannot stand people knowing his true eye color, with one recent exception.

3. Sewing machine. This sewing machine is top of the line; he makes his drag, not because he has a passion for actual clothes making, but because no one can stand up to his vision. He'd like to eventually find a personal designer but that's complicated.

(Bonus: 4. There's a fancy chaise lounge facing his bed because reasons.)

What do they notice first in a person?

He pays attention to how they hold and present themselves. Clocking how others present themselves and what they are saying to the world, either intentionally or not, is extremely valuable to him. He's absolutely the type to rarely appear in the same outfit twice, never casual, for the most part (my dude cannot wear a full shirt and pants to save his unlife).

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

He's probably at a 7, just higher than average. However, because Caius shows his body a lot, he does take great pains to avoid getting injured, especially aggravated damage. A scar would mess with his appearance and his livelihood. If it came to it, he does know a Tzimisce in town who he'd definitely resort to asking for help, even if he's creeped out by Dr. Moth.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Depending on the situation, Caius's preference is to flee, but if cornered or if he's there for a purpose, he's a vicious fighter. (4 dots of Celerity goes brrr.) In a bad social situation, he will fawn to get through it, as you can always plot revenge, especially after humiliation.

What animal represents them best?

This one is difficult! I'm gonna say the shrike. He's got plumage, likes to sing, and they're tiny, vicious songbirds that impale their prey. Caius is a small, deadly, pretty thing, and he's not afraid to make someone suffer to serve his purposes.

If only there were a predator-type rabbit though that would be it

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Pale, mean, short twink.

Do they have any hobbies?

Caius likes 90s and early 00s movies especially, Scream, Clueless, Legally Blonde, etc. (Clover Clarke is inspired by the 'lovable ditz' stereotype common in them; she's very openly loving and entirely carefree.)

He loves music, of course, but singing is special; he's only recently started singing in performance. Originally, he sang only with his mothers (his sire and his human mother). Some of his favorite artists/groups are Janis Joplin, Blondie, Cyndi Lauper, the Runaways, Kylie Minogue, Amy Winehouse, etc. Lots of girly pop, anything bright and loud or emotional.

Shopping! He tends towards most contemporary design houses, Versace and Gucci etc.

He doomscrolls social media, like whatever passes for Instagram in the World of Darkness. If the pack is going somewhere, he's fucking around on his phone while someone else drives.

Thank you, @arc-tu-rus, for the tag!

I'll no-pressure tag @casuallycryptidcider @cynical-tuba @eric-the-bmo and @edward-twilight if any of y'all haven't done it/would like to do it again, and of course anyone seeing this who would like to participate!